Using the movement of picking up spirit stones as a cover, Fang Xing drew out the knife and stabbed him. At the same time, he jumped back, pulled out the knife, and then stepped forward and punched him hard, lest he protect his body with spirit energy and lift it up again. counterattack force. After all, the person in front of him is a standard second-level smart man, and his overall strength is much higher than that of a first-level smart man. Even if he is stabbed, it would be terrible to go crazy.
Either don't do it or do it absolutely. Fang Xing grew up instilled with this idea since he was a child.
Rao Senior Brother Liu is of the second level of spirituality, after receiving this knife and punch, he suddenly felt severe pain in his lower abdomen and his body was weak.
"Senior Brother Liu, how about this filial piety?"
Fang Xing chuckled, turned around and went behind Senior Brother Liu, and kicked him on the back with a flying kick.
Brother Liu fell to the ground and wiped the ashes from his face. The wound on his abdomen was torn by this action, and the pain suddenly became worse. .
"Little bastard... you... dare... sneak attack... me?"
Brother Liu gritted his teeth and screamed, he seemed like a tough guy, he didn't say anything to beg for mercy.
"Just be so vigilant, and learn to be a robber?"
Fang Xing sneered, and was going to search to see if there was anything good on this person.
But at this moment, Senior Brother Liu quietly stuffed his arms into his arms, and he purposely called out: "Little bastard, I admit defeat today, but you... don't think... I'm sure..."
"Brother Fang, be careful..."
Suddenly, the fat Taoist exclaimed, in his direction, he could just see the movements of senior brother Liu.
Fang Xing sneered "Hey", and suddenly threw himself forward, raised the dagger in his hand, and nailed the arm that Senior Brother Liu wanted to raise to the ground. A small sword fell.
The small sword was about a foot long, and some exquisite runes were engraved on it, which looked very extraordinary.
"Sure enough, you don't cry when you see the coffin, and you still want to sacrifice the flying sword to hurt me?"
Fang Xing sneered, and kicked senior brother Liu severely in the stomach, causing senior brother Liu to scream in pain.
He's also a tough guy, but the little bastard's shot is too dark, and he keeps calling on the wound.
No matter how hard Tanzi was, he couldn't bear such pain.
Fang Xing picked up the small sword on the ground, sized it up, and stuffed it into his bosom. He had identified it just now and found that it was a flying sword with seven magic weapons. Things are suitable for my own use. Although the Nine Snake Golden Flame Sword is much better in grade than this flying sword, it consumes too much spiritual power and is not visible, so it cannot be used easily.
"Junior Brother Fang, return the sword to him. This is what the Daoist sect asked him to pick from the Magic Artifact Pavilion when he worshiped in the Immortal Sect. It is not allowed to snatch it. If you forcefully take it, the elders of the Daoist sect will definitely punish you. …”
Seeing this, the fat Taoist hurriedly persuaded Fang Xing in a low voice.
Hearing his words, senior brother Liu gritted his teeth and shouted: "Fatty... you are so cruel... you join forces with such a brat... plot against me... after I recover from my injury... I will definitely kill you..."
When the fat Taoist heard this, his face was startled, as if he had anticipated Brother Liu's crazy revenge in the future.
Thinking of this, his entire fat face has turned dead gray.
"It's ridiculous. Do you think the young master will give you a chance to take revenge?"
Fang Xing smiled coldly when he heard the words, and the small sword in his hand was slashing around Senior Brother Liu's neck.
"You...you still dare...kill me...won't you?"
Brother Liu was terrified, but still insisted on shouting.
The fat Taoist was also taken aback, subconsciously grabbed Fang Xing's sleeve.
He was really afraid that this little devil would kill Senior Brother Liu in a fit of rage. According to what he had known about him, it wasn't that this little devil couldn't do such a thing. Zong, after killing someone, he will be fined for one year of confinement. That's because the murderer has extraordinary aptitude, and his family is rich. If a D-level disciple with no background kills someone...
Not to mention expulsion from the gate wall, even losing your life is possible!
At this time, on a mountain peak at least ten miles away from this mountain forest, there was an ancient pine tree crowned like a canopy. Under the ancient pine tree, two old men were playing chess. It was a young man's face, full of gray hair. The two of them had played this game of chess for a month. To be precise, it was already the 33rd day, and the game was only half over.
"Among the disciples recruited this time, how many did you notice?"
The white-haired young man held a sunspot in his hand, pondered for a long time, and suddenly asked softly.
The black-haired old man smiled and said: "Not bad, there are ten Grade A qualifications, which exceeded my expectations!"
The white-haired young man smiled and said nothing, his eyes fixed on the chessboard.
The black-haired old man suddenly realized that the white-haired young man asked himself how many he had noticed, so he pondered for a moment, and then replied: "Among the ten grade-A qualifications, three are from rich families, two are from aristocratic families, There is a person named Hou Qing who has already attained the second level of cultivation when he entered the door, if nothing else happens, this person should be the first among this group of disciples to enter the inner sect!"
The implication is that among the more than a thousand disciples who have just entered the Taoist sect, he noticed six.
The white-haired young man still smiled, looked at one place, and remained silent.
The black-haired old man gave a wry smile, and said, "How many have you noticed?"
The white-haired young man smiled slightly and said, "One, and I just noticed it!"
The expression of the black-haired old man changed, and his divine sense swept towards the direction the white-haired young man was looking at. He immediately understood who the white-haired young man was referring to, and said hesitantly: "You are so young, yet you are so ruthless, Master! Uncle, do you want me to punish him?"
The white-haired young man landed in front of the black-haired old man, and said softly, "Play chess!"
At the moment of falling, he seemed to glance into the sky intentionally or unintentionally.
Above the sky, nine hanging coffins floated in the starry sky, standing still, forever fixed, like the patron saint of this continent, and like a hanging sword...
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"I won't kill you..."
At this time, facing Senior Brother Liu's toughness, Fang Xing smiled and said: "But it will make it difficult for you to trouble me again in the future!"
He smiled and laughed, and suddenly his eyes turned cold, the flying sword in his hand picked up the thorns, puffed several times, and stabbed Senior Brother Liu's legs, waist, and arms a few times, and the blood spurted out immediately. The senior brother immediately howled like a pig.
Fang Xing stood up, looked at the flying sword in his hand, and said regretfully, "It's a pity, it can't be mine!"
After finishing speaking, he threw it into the nearby mountain stream, clanging and clanging, and he didn't know where it fell.
He squatted down again, stepped on Senior Brother Liu's neck to keep him from moving, reached out to touch him, found two pieces of spirit stones, stuffed them into his bosom unceremoniously, and then stretched out his hands to pull them out. He took the knife nailed to his arm, wiped the blood on his clothes, put it away properly, clapped his hands, and said relaxedly: "Let's go!"
The fat Taoist's face was ashen, and he followed him closely, wishing to leave this pig-killing scene immediately.
Fang Xing's proficiency and calmness in doing these things made him feel a great fear.
"Junior Brother Fang...you won't destroy him, will you..."
"How can it be so easy to destroy it, it just makes his recovery slower, at least it will be difficult to walk for three to five months!"
The fat Taoist was stunned, and hurriedly said: "After three to five months, won't he still have to come for revenge?"
Fang Xing smiled coldly and said, "In three to five months, even if we confront him head-on, I will be the only one to bully him!"
The words are very confident, and there is a bit of contempt!
But the fat Taoist heard it, but couldn't help crying in his heart.
In his opinion, Senior Brother Liu is at the second level of agility, so how can he be easily dealt with in three to five months
On the side of the road at this time, Mao Xiong and Sissy and the other three tried to slip away tremblingly, but Fang Xing stopped them.
"Ah, damn sissy, what a coincidence that you are here too?"
The frail disciple trembled, his legs trembled immediately, and he couldn't even walk.
Mao Xiong was more courageous, managed to maintain his composure, deliberately put on a deadpan look, and said: "We are waiting for someone here, what do you want to do...?"
No matter how calm he pretended to be, his voice still trembled uncontrollably.
Fang Xing chuckled, shook off the fat Taoist's hand that was pulling his sleeve, held the short knife in his hand, and forced over with a figure-of-eight step.
"Stop talking nonsense, hand it over!"
"Pay... What do you pay..."
Disciple Wen Ruo hid behind Mao Xiong, and Mao Xiong wanted to hide too, but the knife was already in front of him.
His face was pale, but he still supported himself and said.
"Pay what? Don't pretend to be confused, you will know what to pay only if the young master hangs dots for you?"
Fang Xing looked ferocious, his eyes flicked around Mao Xiong, as if he was looking for the place to cut the knife.
Mao Xiong was still a little unwilling, but the weak disciple was really frightened. He hid behind Mao Xiong without showing his face, but threw out the spirit stone in his hand, and shouted: "Take it quickly, I was wrong just now, I shouldn't have looked at you, and I will never dare again..."
Fang Xing reached out and grabbed the Lingshi, then tilted his head to look at Mao Xiong: "Where's yours?"
"My... you want too?"
Mao Xiong was terrified, Fang Xing's expression changed, he seemed a little impatient, and he was about to stab him with a wave of the knife.
"Take... take..."
Mao Xiong trembled in his heart, and hurriedly handed over the spirit stone.
Fang Xing accepted it again, and then looked at the third thin disciple, who was obviously pulled by Mao Xiong and the sissy to help him punch, but this time, without saying what he said, that guy obediently handed over the spirit stone , very honest.
Fang Xing tossed it in his hand in satisfaction, and then his eyes widened, telling the three people to go away.
Seeing the backs of the three fleeing in a hurry, Fang Xing proudly said to Fat Taoist: "Hey, that's how the spirit stone came..."