The scolding between Fang Xing and the Weak Disciple quickly attracted the attention of the people around them, and they laughed for a while, but the Weak Disciple also had a few good brothers. The qualified disciples such as Ding cried out cursing, and immediately burst into anger, a big-armed disciple pointed at Fang Xing and cursed: "Smelly brat, keep your mouth clean!"
Fang Xing was not afraid at all, and cursed with his hips crossed: "Dead bear, what does it matter to you? Is he your concubine?"
Disciple Wen Ruo suddenly burst into tears, he bit his handkerchief and said to Mao Xiong: "Look at him..."
His appearance really looked like two people had one leg, which made the surrounding disciples burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha, it really is two rabbits..."
Fang Xing laughed loudly, pointed at the two people and shouted.
The round disciple blushed with anger, stepped out of the team, and walked towards Fang with an unkind expression.
Fang Xing was not afraid at all, and said loudly: "Brothers, these two rabbits look down on our D-level disciples, especially that damn sissy, who just kept muttering that our D-level disciples' practice is a waste of spirit stones , why don’t you go home quickly so that you can give the Lingshi to their C-level disciples, do you think we can bear this?”
As soon as this remark came out, many disciples with D-level qualifications immediately became angry.
Although they didn't hear whether the weak disciples said that, they all saw the contemptuous eyes of the C-level disciples, and they were already angry in their hearts, and they were aroused by Fang Xing's words. Seeing that big-armed disciple came out of the queue and walked towards a child in his own team with a bad face, it seemed that he was about to make a move, and his anger became even more intense.
"Is C-level aptitude good enough? Why don't you rate B-level if you have the ability?"
"Our D-level qualifications are also Taoist disciples. We practice the same as everyone else. What can we pretend?"
"A group of disciples have entered the inner sect every ten years, and our D-level disciples may not be much less than you!"
For a while, among the D-level disciples, there were at least a dozen people who shouted loudly, with a strong momentum.
Seeing this, the disciple with big arms and round waists immediately turned pale and dared not approach.
Seeing this, Fang Xing was elated, so what are you waiting for if you don't beat the dog in the water
Immediately shouted: "Big Bear, do you still want to come over to provoke? Do you really think that our D-level disciples are easy to bully? Beat him!"
As he spoke, he was about to rush forward to fight in groups, but was grabbed by the fat Taoist who kept complaining.
The fat Taoist was really convinced, no matter how long he lined up, he could quarrel with others!
Moreover, they have to rush to fight. This is simply because they are afraid that the world will not be chaotic...
Many of the D-level disciples are also red-eyed. They are young, and they are already at the height of their anger. In addition, they have just entered the Taoist sect, and they don't know much about the depth of the Taoist sect. When they see someone taking the lead, they want to follow and fight. One fight, anyway, there are many D-level disciples, which are several times the number of B-level disciples, no matter how much you fight, you will not suffer.
But the faces of the disciples of class C suddenly changed, and they felt a strong threat.
Although they look down on D-level disciples, they think that in time, their cultivation will definitely leave these people far behind.
It's just that, after all, it's been a long time. Now that everyone has entered the Taoist sect not long ago, no one is better than the other. If you really want to fight, it's hard to say whether you will win one-on-one, not to mention that the number of people in your family is several times your own
Especially that frail disciple, his pale face was extremely pale, and his eyes were full of horror.
That class-C qualification disciple with big shoulders and round waist returned to the team in a fright, sweating coldly.
However, just when everyone was about to be unable to contain their anger, an old man in front of him who was in charge of distributing spirit stones suddenly raised his breath and said coldly: "Shut up, don't you want any more spirit stones? "
The sound waves rolled, like a river tide, suddenly fell from the sky, and rumbled on the heads of everyone.
For a moment, the excited disciples fell silent, their legs trembling.
At this moment, Fang Xing quickly stood up straight, pretending to be an honest man, looking left and right as if nothing had happened.
Fortunately, after the elder in front suppressed this group of irritable disciples with a sudden shout, he did not look for the culprit. Instead, he called the next disciple who should receive the spirit stones, and continued to distribute the spirit stones with a blank expression.
In fact, they have seen this kind of fight countless times, and there are quite a few people who are more serious than this.
The Daoist sect has always been ignorant of such disputes. After all, for young people, being competitive is not necessarily a bad thing.
Group fights can't be fought, and any Taoist elder can prevent such a thing from happening, but if they can't fight, how can these disciples vent their blood in their hearts
Naturally, it is practice.
After all, no matter what kind of aptitude a disciple has, as long as his cultivation level goes up, he can reach the sky in one step and be looked up to by others!
After waiting for a while, seeing that no elders came to blame, Fang Xing immediately became complacent again, and challenged the frail disciple with winks, but the disciple suffered a loss, but was already scared, so he just lowered his head and lined up, and the other party was fine. The provocation turned a blind eye.
The fat Taoist found out that Fang Xing was playing tricks behind his back, so he had no choice but to pull him in front of him, and tried his best to persuade him to restrain his temper and not to conflict with others, after all, in the Taoist sect, cultivation is still the most important thing.
Fang Xing provoked for a while, and the frail disciple had already received the spirit stone, and before leaving, he gave Fang Xing a hard look.
Fang Xing dismissed it, and opened his mouth in a low voice: "Damn sissy!"
The weak disciple was trembling with anger, but the bear-like man held him back and said in a low voice, "I'll make him look good later!"
As he spoke, he dragged the frail disciple and left.
Fang Xing suddenly felt a little bored, but fortunately, he didn't work hard, and finally it was his turn to receive the spirit stone.
The elder who handed out the spirit stone glanced at him, and suddenly said: "Young man, instead of focusing on arguing with others, you should focus on practicing. If you can enter the inner sect, someone will naturally change your aptitude!"
Fang Xing was stunned, and only then did he realize what he had done just now. The elder knew it all, so he chuckled and said, "Thank you for your old advice. This disciple will definitely work harder to make my Qingyun sect great!"
"Slick tongue!"
The elder also smiled, took the Fang Xing wooden token, checked it, registered it, and gave him the spirit stone.
"Junior Brother Fang, listen to me. After receiving the Lingshi for a while, let's go back quickly. Don't stop on the road, especially your eyes, you know? Don't look at people with your eyes. Pretending not to hear..."
The fat Taoist also finished receiving the spirit stones, and the two left the team. On the way back, he babbled and told Fang Xing.
"What does it mean?"
Fang Xing rolled his eyes at him.
"Just remember what I said, can senior brother lie to you?"
A hint of helplessness flashed in the fat Taoist's eyes, and he stuffed the spirit stone into his arms like a thief, as if he was afraid that others would snatch it away.
Fang Xing is not so rare, after all, there are still about twenty yuan hidden in the cave ring on his body!
On the way back, I saw more and more disciples coming, some came in groups, chatting and laughing, some hurried alone, and came quickly, and some were arrogant, Deliberately sacrificed the flying sword in front of the crowd, stepped on the sword and slid forward, and every time he swooped past the crowd, it caused everyone to exclaim and look at them with envy.
Fang Xing sneered at this, it was purely showing off!
To slide on the sword, logically speaking, as long as there is spiritual power, it is enough. If the flying sword is infused with spiritual power, it will naturally make it rise into the air.
However, this is an extremely mana-consuming behavior. With the cultivation of these outer disciples, if they can't fly a distance of thirty feet, their spiritual power will be exhausted. Xiao Jianming and Bai He and Tie Ying are respectively used as transportation mounts, why don't they use Feijian? It's just that this method consumes too much energy.
Even Fang Xing himself has a flying sword in his body now, of course, it's just a little shameful.
What was even more astonishing was that some fierce-looking disciples appeared on the side of the road from time to time, their gazes coldly sweeping over everyone.
The fat Taoist lowered his head, adhering to the practice of not making eye contact with others, and hurried away while pulling Fang Xing's sleeves.
"What are these bastards always staring at me for?"
Fang Xing walked all the way, and was stared at fiercely by several people, and couldn't help muttering and cursing.
The fat Taoist was startled, and hastily lowered his voice: "My good brother Fang, brother knows that you can't stand it, but this is not the time for you to get angry. After all, your cultivation base is still low, let me tell you the truth. , this group of people are all bullies in the door, they only pick this one to block the roadside when the spirit stones are distributed, waiting to pick people up to blackmail them, they are eager to make trouble now, if you look at them, they will I thought you were provoking, so I came up to beat you up, and took away the spirit stone, who are you going to talk to..."
Fang Xing's eyes lit up, and he said in a trembling voice, "Does the Daoist sect not care?"