After hearing what they said, Fang Xing felt their murderous intent, but he didn't take it seriously. He glanced at Meng Xuanzhao disdainfully, and said calmly, "There are so many panaceas in the world, and how many do you know?"
Meng Xuanzhao was immediately at a loss for words, and felt like he was punching nothing.
Fang Xing is right. There are 100,000 kinds of elixir in the world, and only a part of them have been discovered and recorded by monks. No matter how knowledgeable a person is, he dare not say that he knows all the elixir. , and all kinds of elixir have different effects, if there is one that can be swallowed directly, no one can determine whether it is...
"Then why did you hide your cultivation level when you came back from the Demon Miasma Mountain, and didn't see my uncle mention it?"
Meng Xuanzhao didn't get entangled in this question, and continued to ask sinisterly.
He was very contradictory at this time, and really wanted to capture Fang Xing directly and torture him for interrogation, but he was afraid of the relationship between Fang Xing and Senior Sister Lingyun, so he didn't dare to be violent directly. At the very least, he had to ask Fang Xing first. Some doubts will do!
"Hehe, at that time, the elixir in my body hadn't been fully refined. Who knows if someone would be greedy and use demon means to kill me, and take out the elixir to make alchemy?" Fang Xingman sneered nonchalantly, and said : "I'm not dissatisfied with you either, the elixir is really miraculous, every moment, I feel that there will be a kind of gentle but abundant spiritual energy around me, only need to refine a small part of it, I can make great progress in cultivation, even I I feel that the elixir refined by me is less than a quarter of what was wasted... "
Fang Xing smiled and told how he felt after swallowing the demon pill. He just talked about the violent demon pill and the gentle elixir. He had a deep sense of that feeling. Even Meng Xuanzhao couldn't help but be a little bit convinced, and the others nodded slightly, feeling that without real experience, it would be difficult to be so true.
"Could it be that this little ghost really had a great luck to come across such a elixir?"
Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, thinking so in their hearts, feeling jealous and envious at the same time...
Practitioners basically believe in chance. Occasionally, they come across a certain elixir or rare treasure, or the cave of a former sage monk. Therefore, the legend of great progress in cultivation is very popular in the practice world, and almost everyone knows it. Believe in this hidden good luck.
Of course, they still had some doubts in their hearts, how could such shit luck happen just by encountering it
But since Fang Xing gave this answer, he couldn't argue anymore, otherwise he insisted that he didn't believe it, but Fang Xing insisted that he had found such a panacea, so what can you do with him
Apparently it went against my original intention.
Seeing that Meng Xuanzhao seemed to be in a state of confusion, the black-faced man beside him said softly, "I have a question for Junior Brother Fang. I heard that you have a mid-level flying sword called the Nine Snake Golden Flame Sword in your hand. of?"
Fang Xing nodded and said, "Yes!"
As he spoke, he squeezed the finger, and a golden light flew up, and nine small snakes coiled around the sword, which was really beautiful.
The black-faced man's eyes were fixed, and he said slowly: "It is indeed a good sword, Junior Brother Fang, where did you get this sword?"
Fang Xing said with a smile: "I bought it at the ghost market, and it only cost 30 Lingshi!"
The black-faced man said with a half-smile, "Such a flying sword only sells for thirty spirit stones, doesn't Junior Brother Fang think it's strange?"
Fang Xing rolled his eyes, and said, "Don't be devious, let's just say it straight, I know that his origin is unknown when I look at this flying sword, but so what? The ghost market itself is shady, and it is not allowed Shall I buy some shady things on it? Let’s not talk nonsense, I just ask you, if you come across such a flying sword, thirty spirit stones, would you buy it or not?”
As he spoke, he stared straight at the black-faced man, looking aggressive.
The black-faced man was at a loss for words, and smiled wryly, he didn't even need to ask, he would buy this sword when he came across it.
I'm afraid everyone in the venue who can come up with 30 spirit stones will buy it, and the bastard will not take it if it is cheap.
But did you really buy this flying sword from the ghost market
Meng Xuanzhao said with a sullen face: "Do you know that this sword is rumored to have been snatched by the smoke-lost bandit?"
Fang Xing sneered and said, "It was brought by the Heavenly King Lao Tzu, and I will buy it anyway, no matter whether he is a smoker or a ghost!"
Meng Xuanzhao was choked for a moment, and his face was gloomy. He intuitively felt that Fang Xing was obviously very different from a month ago. He was no longer the same nonchalant voice as before. Come on, it's just that now that Fang Xing has the relationship with Senior Sister Lingyun, he can't handle it well. He can only hold back when he chokes on such a sentence...
"Junior Brother Fang, everyone, stop playing around. Someone in the outer door said that you knew the Smoke Thief. Is this true or not?"
The woman in light yellow clothes who had never spoken all this time said softly, her eyes lightly falling on Fang Xing's face.
"Who said that?"
Fang Xing said slowly.
The woman in light yellow was startled slightly, then smiled and said, "Does it matter who said it?"
Fang Xingdao: "Of course it does, I want to fuck his eighteen generations of ancestors!"
Everyone was startled when they heard the words, they didn't expect him to burst into foul language suddenly.
"Why is Junior Brother Fang so excited?"
Meng Xuanzhao asked in a deep voice, he was the one who doubted Fang Xing's relationship with the Misty Thief the most, it was like scolding him.
Fang Xing raised his legs and said leisurely: "For nothing, someone slandered me, why am I not excited?"
Meng Xuanzhao smiled and said, "Let's put it bluntly, I am the one who doubts you the most!"
"oh?"
Fang Xing looked at Meng Xuanzhao in feigned surprise, and said with a smile, "Then I have become your eighteenth generation ancestor?"
"Boom!"
Meng Xuanzhao was furious, slammed his palm on the table heavily, and shouted: "Puppy, how dare you scold me?"
The black-faced man hurriedly got up, stopped Meng Xuanzhao, looked at Fang Xing with a half-smile, and said, "Senior Brother Meng, why get angry? How about this? Why do you doubt Junior Brother Fang? Why don't you speak out in public, and let's all give advice together!"
Meng Xuanzhao stared at Fang Xing, and said: "I just took Shi Jing San from you that day, and the smoke-lost thief appeared. Isn't that a coincidence? Besides, the smoke-looter was robbing Afterwards, I deliberately named a person named 'Liu Feng', saying that this person sent him the news, Junior Brother Fang, if I remember correctly, there is a relationship between you and this Liu Feng, right?"
Speaking of this, everyone's eyes fell on Fang Xing's face, waiting to see how he would answer.
Fang Xing listened, calmly, smiled slightly, and said: "Of course there is a grudge, Hou Qing, this bastard will catch him as bait, it is the ghost of this mess, to be honest, after we parted from you that day, I also got into a fight with him, and I wanted to teach him a lesson the next day, but for some reason, that guy disappeared, what a pity..."
When he said this, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and exclaimed: "Ah, Brother Meng, could it be you..."
Meng Xuanzhao said gloomily: "That's right, I was the one who caught him. I wanted to press him for information about the Misty Thief, but I didn't expect that he insisted that you set the blame on him, Junior Brother Fang. Do you think it will be such a coincidence?"
Fang Xing suddenly froze, staring at Meng Xuanzhao dumbfounded.
Meng Xuanzhao, the black-faced man, and the light-yellow-clothed woman's heart moved at the same time, and their eyes were firmly locked on Fang Xing.
Seeing this, they thought that Fang Xing was overwhelmed by the question and couldn't answer.
Unexpectedly, Fang Xing was stunned for a moment, and then said in horror: "Liu Feng hasn't come back since that day..."
Meng Xuanzhao wanted to put pressure on him, and said coldly, "You won't see him anymore..."
Fang Xing's expression was even more shocked: "Could it be you?"
Meng Xuanzhao sneered and said: "That's right, in order to find the Misty Thief, I did not hesitate to send him to the underworld to meet the King of Hades, but now I have heard that you know the Misty Thief, Junior Brother Fang, do you want to confess that guy? To be clear…”
The implication is obvious, if you want to cover up the smoke-lost thief, I will send you to see the King of Hades.
Fang Xing's expression was even more dumbfounded, his pupils dilated, as if he was extremely frightened.
Meng Xuanzhao smiled coldly, as if he was holding a wisdom pearl.
"Boom!"
Fang Xing stayed for a long while, then suddenly slammed his fist heavily on the table, and shouted angrily, "Meng Xuanzhao, what should you do?"
Meng Xuanzhao was vigorously threatening, but he was suddenly yelled at, and he was startled for a while, staring at Fang Xing blankly.
Fang Xing's eyes were cold, he looked at him fiercely, and said in a deep voice: "You abused lynching and killed your fellow disciples for the sake of some useless smoke-lost thief. To whom did you give this power? The Taoist sect allows you to do whatever you want. murder?"