Chapter 328

In front of the door of Diyuan treasure house, there was an old man with messy clothes and hair, who was still motionless. At first glance, he thought it was a corpse.

Fang Lin frowned. Who is this bad old man? How dare you lie here so stingingly? Is there such a person in Zixia sect?

Fang Lin curled his lips, walked around the old man and came to the front door of the treasure house.

This dizi treasure house is located in a mountain, and the gate is also made of mountain stones, which is extremely magnificent. On the gate are carved two women standing with swords, whose posture is graceful and lifelike, giving people an illusion that these two women with swords really want to fly down from the stone gate.

Fang Lin stared at the statue on the stone gate for a while, and couldn't help but secretly surprised that it was definitely not an ordinary statue, but a defensive array.

If someone wants to break into the local character treasure house, it will touch the array on the stone gate, and the two women with swords will truly manifest and kill all those who break into it.

This kind of Dharma array is extremely difficult to arrange, and judging from the ancient degree of the stone gate, it is at least a thousand years old. It is thought that Zixia sect had this treasure house when it was founded.

In the center of the stone gate, there is a groove. Fang Lin took out the token Han Luoyun gave him and was preparing to put the token into the groove.

Suddenly, lengbuding stretched out a dry arm from behind, grabbed the token and took it away.

Fang Lin was stunned, and suddenly turned around to see that it was the poor old man who had just been lying on the ground who took his token and looked curiously in his hand.

Fang Lin was angry, but in the spirit of respecting the old and loving the young, he still managed to hold back his anger and said, "master, give me the token."

The old man's face was dirty. His muddy eyes looked at Fang Lin and grinned, "are you going to enter the treasure house?"

Fang Lin nodded.

But old man Zao took the token in his arms and said, "no one can enter the treasure house without my permission."

Fang Lin rolled his eyes. Who are you? Can't enter the treasure house without your permission?

"Don't be ridiculous, old man. Give me the token." Fang Lin still forced to laugh.

Bad old man hehe smiled and hooked Fang Lin: "come and fight with me. If you win, I'll let you in."

With that, the bad old man put on a posture, but he looked like an old monkey anyway.

Fang Lin was helpless and said with a wry smile, "old man, I don't know who you are, but I really have something to do and I don't have time to play with you."

Bad old man didn't speak, and directly punched Fang Lin.

Seeing that the old man punched slowly and his feet were still trembling, Fang Lin didn't take it seriously at all. He stepped back two steps to avoid it.

Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly punched and accelerated, and his body suddenly came to Fang Lin,

The next moment, Fang Lin was knocked to the ground by a punch, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Your uncle's!" Fang Lin scolded. The old man was so secretive that he was immediately annoyed and rushed at the bad old man.

Then, Fang Lin was knocked over by him again. This time, it was even worse, and the nose blood was beaten out by the old guy.

Fang Lin covered his nose, half of his face was covered with blood, and he stared at the bad old man in surprise and anger.

"Young man, why are you so weak? I can't even beat an old man?" The bad old man said to Lin with a disdainful look on his face.

Fang Lin's face was not slighted except for his anger. Although this bad old man looked like a beggar, his strength was really not weak.

In particular, his kung fu on boxing and feet is particularly fierce. Even if the old man doesn't use his internal strength, hitting himself is like dealing with a three-year-old child.

"I don't know who the elder is? The younger generation is a true disciple of Zixia and a disciple of the patriarch Han Luoyun. I hope the elder can help me and don't embarrass the younger generation." Fang Lin hugged his fist and said.

Seeing that he couldn't beat the old man, Fang Lin was also subdued.

Who knows, the bad old man didn't even look at Fang Lin and lay down on the ground.

"If you can't beat me, you can't get into this treasure house." The old man muttered, closed his eyes and dozed off.

Fang Lin was angry, but he was unwilling to let him leave like this. He was in front of the treasure house, and he couldn't get in because of the old man. Isn't it too cowardly.

No wonder, when he asked Han Luoyun for a token, Han Luoyun had a deep smile on his face. He was waiting for me here.

"Elder, with your strength, even if I practice for another ten years, I can't beat you. I can't make it so difficult for the younger generation." Fang Lin said with a bitter face.

The old man didn't open his eyes and said disdainfully, "that's because you're too weak."

Fang Lin was speechless. If I were strong enough, I would have buried you alive. Is it still necessary to be so humble and nonsense with you?

"Old man, I didn't use my internal strength. I just used my fists and feet to compete with you. You are so unbearable. I don't know why the disciples of Zixia sect are so weak now?" Bad old man said with disdain.

Fang Lin scolded secretly and said, "please give me your advice!"

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This day is the most miserable day since Fang Lin was born again. He was beaten to the ground by the bad old man many times.

Some disciples and elders of Zixia sect passing by were stunned. What was Fang Lin doing? Looking for abuse?

Only a few people knew who the old man was. Seeing this scene, they all changed their looks and left in a hurry.

Those who didn't know the truth looked at this scene curiously, especially when they saw Fang Lin being abused by the old man, they felt inexplicably happy.

"Who is this old man? He's so fierce."

"Fang Linlin's strength of Yuan Qizhong is not the old man's opponent at all."

"Is there such a powerful person in Zixia sect?"

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The crowd was amazed. Fang Lin was very outstanding among the disciples of Zixia sect, but in the face of the old man, he was as weak as a child, especially the old man had not used any internal strength, which was simply incredible.

Fang Lin was beaten down again, and the whole person was in a mess, black and blue.

"Too weak." The old man shook his head with disdain.

Fang Lin struggled to get up and rushed over again. Naturally, he was knocked down again.

"Go to practice for another 20 years, and then maybe you can win another one." The old man said lazily.

Fang Lin raised his head. Although his face was blue and swollen, he showed a smile.

"Boy, have you been beaten silly? Are you still silly?" Old man Zao squinted at Fang Lin, and suddenly his expression was stunned.

Fang Lin laughed: "old master, offend!"