Text Chapter 730 The tough farmer needs no explanation!

Wukongmen became lively again, because someone dared to peek at the female disciples bathing, which instantly ignited the anger of countless people, both male and female disciples!

If our Black Pot King had not cultivated well in Wukongmen, he would have been caught and burned to death!

As for Lin Zheng, he continued to stroll in Wukongmen alone! The pictures in his mind unfolded again, the Ten Thousand Mountains, the village at the foot of the mountain, he thought he should take a look!

Sitting on the top of the mountain and taking care of the dragon tooth rice all over the mountain, Lin Zheng decided that when this batch of dragon tooth rice matured, he would go to the Ten Thousand Mountains, because there were some important memories about him there!

Zhou An on the side was looking at the sky speechlessly. The disciples of Wukongmen outside were noisy, so it was better for him not to go out, so as not to be guilty. But this guy Mu Zheng seemed to be a little bit wrong!

Not only Zhou An, but also Ning Bing'er, Mu An'an and a group of people saw that Lin Zheng was abnormal!

"It seems that we have to wait until everyone comes back to discuss it properly!" Zhou An said to himself, but at this moment, figures from the foot of the mountain rushed up the mountain in a hurry!

"Brother Zhou An, it's bad! Lianhan was teased, Sister Qiuhe was seriously injured, and Brother Chu Feng, who came to inquire, was also injured. Now Sister Ning Bing'er is leading everyone to fight with the other party!" The people who came were the disciples hired by Lin Zheng last time. They did not choose to leave, but surrendered to Zhou An and his group!

"It's a mess! Let's go!" Zhou An was furious in an instant. Who dared to attack them in Wukongmen?

A figure rushed in front of Zhou An in an instant. Lin Zheng held the hoe in his hand, turned into a black light and disappeared on the top of the mountain in an instant!

"Poke! Is this guy recovered?" Zhou An's heart jumped in an instant, and then he rushed out after Lin Zheng, but the disciple gathered everyone and ran towards the place where the incident happened!

In the Contribution Hall, Lianhan held Qiuhe who was constantly coughing up blood, with tears all over her face. Xia Xiu, who was a little depressed, leaned against Chu Feng and watched the battle in the field with a worried look!

"Zhao family! You are too shameless! Why do you steal other people's dragon tooth rice! That was given to Lianhan by Mu Zheng!" Mu Anan shouted angrily!

A man standing on the other side of the battle circle gently shook the folding fan in his hand, with a wicked smile on his face: "First, she is my person, and as for the dragon tooth rice, it is naturally mine! Second, your elders have not spoken, so who are you? Third, that Mu Zheng? I came here today to take him away! Do you think my huge Zhao family has nothing to do and wants to come to your shabby mountain gate?"

"Zhao Liang! Your Zhao family is just a small family! Do you really think that your Zhao family is the only one in this area of ​​​​thousand miles?" Bing Ning'er said coldly, and kept attacking, but she was just barely able to withstand the opponent's attack!

"Hey! You can't even beat our servants, you Wukongmen should just disperse!" Zhao Liang smiled lightly, waved his big hand, and three more figures rushed into the battle circle. The saint's cultivation instantly put pressure on Yao Hang, Bing Ning'er and others!

Le Rongrong and a group of disciples on the side also joined the battle circle, but it was just like adults playing with children, without any suspense. This is the gap between the two sides!

Wukongmen is good, but compared with those aristocratic families with a little inheritance, it is still a little weak. After all, Wukongmen wants mortals to cultivate immortals, and this foundation is too low!

"Hurry up and find the elders!" Du Feng, who was suddenly blown away, roared with blood!

"Du Feng from the Du family? It seems that your Du family is nothing more than that!" Zhao Liang laughed loudly, and his face was even more proud: "Remember to take all these female disciples away for me. I want to see who in Wukong Sect dares to stop me!"

The group of Wukong Sect disciples around secretly hated, but no one dared to step forward. After all, the Zhao family is the largest family within a thousand miles. It is said that the old family has the cultivation of a sixth-turn saint. This terrifying cultivation is enough to control remote corners!

Puff! Mu Anan, who was hit, fell to the side like a kite with a broken string. Zhao Liang had an obscene expression on his face and stretched out his hands. He wanted to catch Mu Anan, but the place where his hands landed was the most private part of the woman!

"Thousands of pear trees are in bloom!" Li'er roared, and the long sword in her hand opened like a brilliant flower, but an old man next to Zhao Liang pointed out with one finger, and the next moment the violent force swept over. With a wail, Li'er fell into the crowd powerlessly and was caught by a group of Wukongmen disciples!

Many disciples secretly clenched their fists and stared at Zhao Liang. Just when someone couldn't help but make a move, a figure silently appeared where Mu An'an fell, gently hugged Mu An'an with both hands, but his eyes fell coldly on Zhao Liang!

"How is An'an?" Lin Zheng frowned, looking at Mu An'an, whose face was a little pale, and murderous intent flashed through his eyes!

"Don't show off! Go!" Mu An'an shouted anxiously, but he spit out another mouthful of blood!

Bang! Bing Ning'er was blasted out by the opponent, and a big hand stretched out to stop Bing Ning'er in his arms. Lin Zheng looked at the two girls, one big and one small, who were also pale, and slowly walked forward!

"Don't go! You can't beat them! Hold on a little longer! The elders will be here soon!" Bing Ning'er's jade hand tightly grasped the corner of Lin Zheng's clothes!

"Don't worry! I'm a civilized person!" Lin Zheng smiled and walked forward slowly!

At this moment, Zhou An was completely crazy. He kept swinging a spear, but he didn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes a few times. The gap between the two sides was too big!

"Who are you?" Zhao Liang raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Zheng with yellow teeth.

"I'm the farmer you found!" Lin Zheng said lightly, tossing the small hoe in his hand up and down!

"Great! Take them all away! Mission accomplished! I really don't know what my father was thinking, and he actually let me come to this place where no one shits! But the girls here are all very beautiful!" Zhao Liang still spoke dirty words!

Lin Zheng shrugged his shoulders, tossed the small hoe in his hand gently, and then walked into the battle circle. Some people in Wukongmen couldn't help but close their eyes!

A palm came, and Lin Zheng couldn't avoid it!

Click! A creepy bone-crushing sound rang out, and Lianhan, Qiuhe, and Bingning'er, who had closed their eyes, trembled. Is Mu Zheng dead?

But the next scream was not Lin Zheng's voice. When they opened their eyes, they saw an unbelievable scene. It was not Lin Zheng's neck that was broken, but the warrior's arm, as if a wooden stick hit the bluestone and broke!

Lin Zheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and swung the small hoe in his hand fiercely. Puff, a blood hole appeared from the warrior's eyebrows, and blood mixed with brain matter flowed out. It was a bit disgusting, but it also woke everyone up!

"Damn it! Pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger! Pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger! I knew it! I knew it!" Zhou An, who was holding Yao Hang and retreating, suddenly shouted loudly. Is Mu Zheng finally going to make a move!

Mu An'an and Li'er on the side were both startled, and then a blush flashed on their faces. This guy is so strong!

"Mu Zheng! Beat him! Beat him! It's him who hurt everyone!" Le Rongrong jumped out of the battle circle and shouted loudly!

Lin Zheng's eyes fell on a middle-aged man. A saint? No wonder everyone had no power to resist! Shaking his head gently, Lin Zheng did not retreat or dodge to face the middle-aged man's hands that fell down, and swung the small hoe in his hand fiercely!

Crack! Two arms sounded with a shrill roar, and the middle-aged man lay on the ground and roared wildly!

"Too noisy! Don't you see so many wounded here?" Lin Zheng squatted beside the middle-aged man with dissatisfaction, and swung the small hoe in his hand fiercely. Puff, the center of the eyebrows broke, and the warrior died instantly!

"Together! Kill him! Kill him!" Zhao Liang was shaking all over at this moment, and kept roaring. He pried open the heads of the warriors with the cultivation of saints so quietly. Is this farmer really a farmer!

Puff! Lin Zheng turned around and continued to swing the small hoe. A warrior's head was smashed by Lin Zheng, and he resisted the long swords of two warriors. Amid the exclamations of the crowd, the long sword steadily chopped Lin Zheng's body, but apart from the splashing sparks, there was no trace of blood at all!

"Your knife is not good! I know many people who use knives! They are much better than you!" Lin Zheng gently swung the small hammer head, and the four bodies fell to the ground powerlessly!

Lin Zheng walked towards Zhao Liang step by step. An old man blocked in front of Lin Zheng. The terrifying pressure rose instantly, the third-turn saint!

In an instant, the disciples of Wukongmen fell down. The pressure of this saint was too powerful! But Lin Zheng quickly walked to the old man in a few steps, facing the sun, and a hoe fell hard on the old man's cheek!

"Didn't you see so many people? Pressure? Pressure on your face!" With Lin Zheng's roar, the teeth floated into the air one after another!

Puff, in the horrified eyes of the crowd, Lin Zheng chopped through the old man's head like cutting melons and vegetables, and stood in front of Zhao Liang!

A fishy smell came from Zhao Liang's body, and this guy was directly frightened to incontinence!

Countless Wukongmen disciples clenched their fists tightly, what is fierce! This is fierce! What is low-key? This is low-key! Low-key to a farmer swinging a hammer to kill all the opponents!

"Who are you! Who are you!" Zhao Liang sat on the ground, looking at Lin Zheng in fear, farmer? Go to hell! Whose farmer swung a hoe and directly chiseled off a warrior with the cultivation of a saint?

"Who am I? I don't remember the original one! Now? A happy little farmer of Wukongmen on Wukong Mountain!" Lin Zheng turned his head gently, and swung the hoe in his hand fiercely. Puff, Zhao Liang's head burst open, and there was no life at all!

Lin Zheng, who was covered in blood, gently wiped the hoe on Zhao Liang's body, then turned around and looked at a group of completely petrified Wukong disciples, with a smile on his face. Farmers, sometimes you have to be so confident!

And the next moment, exclamations! Roars! Tears of joy! All kinds of huge noises completely drowned out the entire Wukong Mountain!

PS: The first update is here! Ahem! A bit busy! A bit late to update! Ahem! Shamelessly asking for a red ticket and collection!