Chapter 13: This rhythm is well set

At this moment, among the crowd, many outer disciples were sitting in their seats or standing there watching the situation, like a group of onlookers.

Some whispered, mourning for a few seconds for the unlucky junior sister.

They all knew this person—the lackey of Yi Zhongtian, one of the top ten outstanding disciples of the outer sect, usually arrogant and bullying others.

“I’m taking yours today, what are you going to do about it?” Wang Tianfeng was big and burly, with no idea of chivalry. If it were an ordinary person seeing such a cute and beautiful junior sister, how could they bear to lay a hand on her? They would be eager to protect her.

Lin Fan looked at the scene inside. He had seen many beauties before, but this bullied junior sister was really damn pretty.

Lin Fan had just eaten. The meat and vegetables could increase experience, obviously not ordinary food. This meal that could enhance cultivation naturally attracted others’ covetous eyes.

This rough and burly man was probably looking for a soft target because of this.

“You…” Fan Yuxin gritted her teeth, her icy eyes staring straight at the burly man, but she could do nothing.

“Hmph…” The rough man Wang Tianfeng sneered contemptuously, without any of the bearing of a senior brother. Compared to Ni Mingyang or Yin Mochen, he was worlds apart.

The surrounding outer disciples saw the situation and remained silent. Although the junior sister was stunningly beautiful, they dared not provoke Wang Tianfeng.

At this time, Han Lu stood among the crowd, watching the situation with a calm expression, without a ripple.

“On the path of cultivation, the weak are prey to the strong. Only by being stronger can one survive.” Han Lu clenched his hands, then lowered his head and prepared to leave.

“Stop!” Just then, a furious shout rang through the entire dining hall. Everyone looked around in confusion to find the speaker.

Han Lu, who had been about to leave, stopped because the voice sounded familiar.

“It’s him…” When Han Lu saw the person, his calm expression suddenly turned frosty, as if there was a deep-seated hatred.

Lin Fan glanced at Wang Tianfeng—late-stage sixth rank.

Then Lin Fan looked at the girl—early-stage first rank, but followed by several question marks.

This puzzled Lin Fan. What did that mean? But it didn’t matter now, because Lin Fan was about to start taunting.

A large amount of experience was beckoning him. No matter what, he had to stir up a commotion.

“Who are you?” Wang Tianfeng shouted angrily at the person who had interrupted.

Lin Fan glanced at Wang Tianfeng, then waved his hand, jumped onto the table, and started cursing loudly.

“A senior brother like you, a coward who only bullies juniors—I’m ashamed of you. Trash, waste, idiot…” Lin Fan’s words flowed like a river, his insults endless, stunning the surrounding outer disciples.

And the originally furious Fan Yuxin unconsciously revealed a faint, elusive smile.

“Haha…” Hearing Lin Fan curse Wang Tianfeng to his face, the surrounding outer disciples also laughed.

But that laugh made Lin Fan turn on them.

“What are you laughing at? You’re all useless like trash. As men, you watch a weak junior sister being bullied by this despicable, shameless scumbag. I’m blushing for you. What are you looking at? Not convinced? Then come and hit me!” Lin Fan pointed at the surrounding fellow disciples and scolded.

Yin Mochen, who had just arrived, heard Lin Fan’s words and turned pale with fright.

Junior brother, why are you making things so hard for yourself? Now you’ve offended everyone. Even I can’t save you. I must report to Senior Brother Ni immediately, or there will be big trouble.

Without a second thought, Yin Mochen turned and ran out, wishing he could grow a few more legs to run faster.

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At this moment, Lin Fan stood on the table, closed his eyes slightly, and took a breath. If you don’t gang up on me after such insults, I’ll really look down on you.

Without another word, Lin Fan jumped off the table and walked up to Wang Tianfeng. “What? Dare to hit me? I despise you.”

Lin Fan looked at Wang Tianfeng’s already reddened face and continued taunting.

Today’s success or failure depended on this one move.

“You’re asking for death!” Wang Tianfeng’s eyes blazed with murderous intent as he threw a punch at Lin Fan.

The surrounding outer disciples gasped. In their eyes, someone might die today.

Fan Yuxin also watched nervously.

“Bang…”

“Ding, Titan-grade Demon Body experience +2000.”

Lin Fan’s current body could withstand a full-force strike from Ni Mingyang, who was at the late-stage eighth rank, so he naturally didn’t take Wang Tianfeng’s punch seriously.

Feeling the experience surge again, Lin Fan couldn’t help but smile.

But as Lin Fan waited for the next wave of attacks, he found Wang Tianfeng looking at him warily.

At that moment, Lin Fan suddenly realized: Wang Tianfeng had thrown a full-force punch, and he was still standing there unscathed. Anyone who wasn’t an idiot would see something was wrong.

Now, as an actor, Lin Fan fully unleashed his powerful acting skills.

“Pfft…”

Lin Fan’s face suddenly flushed, and blood spurted from his mouth. To enhance the visual effect, he even spat a few more times.

Blood didn’t matter now; experience was the most valuable.

“Haha… Kid, still dare to act tough?” Wang Tianfeng laughed heartily at the clueless junior brother spewing blood, very satisfied with his punch.

This was exactly the feeling he wanted.

Han Lu, who hadn’t left, saw the situation and couldn’t help but smile faintly, his anger subsiding somewhat.

…

Lin Fan staggered, blood at the corner of his mouth, and raised his finger. “I despise you…”

Wang Tianfeng, enraged that this kid was still insolent, swung his fists wildly, pounding them one after another onto Lin Fan’s body.

“Ding, Titan-grade Demon Body experience +2000.”

“Ding, Titan-grade Demon Body experience +2000.”

…

At this moment, to make Wang Tianfeng hit more comfortably, Lin Fan lay on the ground and let him beat him.

Lin Fan lay on the ground, sighing slightly. How hard it was! Since coming to the outer sect, today was the best day.

Just as Lin Fan was lost in these thoughts, Wang Tianfeng stopped.

“Hmph, consider this a lesson. See if you dare to act arrogant again.” Wang Tianfeng snorted coldly, then turned to leave.

“Stop, you trash!” At this moment, Lin Fan, who everyone thought was half-dead, stood up again, still looking weak but not letting up, continuing to taunt Wang Tianfeng crazily.

“You…” Wang Tianfeng was stunned, incredulous. This guy could still stand up.

“Hmph, not just you, but everyone here is trash in my eyes. What’s that look? I’m talking about you. If you don’t like it, come and beat me together. Your grandpa here isn’t afraid of you.” Lin Fan was almost crying. Was leveling up this hard?

Not only did he have to taunt, but he also had to think of ways to taunt. If they didn’t take the bait, all his efforts would be wasted.

“Fellow disciples, we are proud men. Now this guy belittles us. A man can be killed but not humiliated. Today, we must make him understand what can and cannot be said.” At this moment, a voice from the crowd incited everyone.

Lin Fan looked over and was overjoyed. The one stirring the pot was none other than Senior Brother Han Lu.

Lin Fan was elated.

Senior Brother Han, I, your junior brother, will surely repay you handsomely in the future.

Sure enough, after Han Lu’s words, the surrounding outer disciples couldn’t bear it anymore.

Some lowered their heads in silence, probably feeling guilty, while others, hot-tempered, were provoked into action.

…

At this moment, Lin Fan lay on the ground in ecstasy. Today’s rhythm was well set.

“Ding, Titan-grade Demon Body experience +1000.”

“Ding, Titan-grade Demon Body experience +5000.”

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