The person who comes is naturally Fang Xing!
People were in the air a hundred miles away, Fang Xing had already turned somersaults, his figure flashed in the air, and he had already rushed to the foot of Fengchan Mountain, smashing the ground into a big hole, then ran a few steps quickly, and rushed to the foot of Fengchan Mountain. In front of old monster Wan Luo, his divine sense swept over his body, and the thunder marks, withered blood, and torn and blood-stained cassock immediately made his eyes turn red.
The fists were clenched and rattled, and the evil spirit on his body was almost formed, like a black cloud of smoke around his side.
Nan Zhan's disciples who were guarding Wan Luo's old monster were also deterred by his evil spirit, and subconsciously retreated to the side, not daring to approach.
"Old bastard, if you don't take good care of your old man, what are you doing here?"
Fang Xing, whose anger was at its peak, suddenly erupted, and then... pointing at the nose of old monster Wan Luo, he yelled:
Wan Luo's expression was stunned. When Fang Xing looked at his injuries, he also looked up at this little bastard who hadn't seen him in four years. On his gray and old face, there was also a little kindness that was not easy to detect on weekdays. I was just emotional, but before I could say anything, I suddenly dared to scold myself, and immediately became furious, and shouted: "Hey, you little bastard, you are now taking care of my affairs..."
"What can you do with your old arms and legs, now people are bullying you?"
"Fart, who can bully me?"
"Old bastard, you're going to be brave even when you're about to die!"
"Dare to curse me to death? Little bastard, believe it or not, this old man will beat you up...cough cough!"
Lao Luo was so angry that he jumped up and wanted to beat Fang Xing, but after all, he was injured too badly, so he said a few words so loudly, but immediately pulled the damaged internal organs in his body, coughed loudly, and sprayed out several A wisp of blood froth came.
"Where's the medicine? Where's the medicine?"
Fang Xing was also in a hurry. He dug out the storage bag to find the life-sustaining elixir, and held a crystal white porcelain bottle in one hand and handed it to him, but it was the dragon girl who saw it and directly took out her own elixir. The elixir was refined from the blood lotus seeds she got from the dragon girl, and it was much stronger than ordinary elixir. Fang Xing knew what to buy, so he was not polite, and directly took it and forced it into the mouth of Wan Luo.
"Little bastard... Uh... You want to choke this old man to death..."
At Wan Luo's age, he was forcibly drugged, and he was so angry that he kicked Fang Xing.
But he didn't kick it out, but saw the dragon girl behind Fang Xing, her eyes lit up immediately, she lowered her voice and said to Fang Xing's ear, "This is the eldest princess of Canglanhai? She looks pretty enough." , is also tall... "
Fang Xing chuckled, and said in a low voice, "Master's eyesight, so what's the point?"
Long Nu heard the conversation between their master and apprentice, her face turned red, she gave a light salute to Wan Luo, and backed away.
The old monster Wan Luo smiled and watched the dragon girl walk away, but suddenly remembered something, coughed violently twice, and said to Fang Xing with some worry: "You... just like that... come here, the other side of Canglanhai ... won't make things difficult for you, will it?"
Fang Xing wiped the blood off his mouth with his sleeve, and pretended to be grinning: "I'm already asleep, can my daughter-in-law take it back?"
The old monster Wan Luo was really stunned, and sighed leisurely: "It's really... blue out of blue..."
"Hey hey hey hey..."
All the Nanzhan monks around were a little dazed. The scene where the old and the young met was too weird. They scolded each other as "bastards" first, and they fell down here without rushing to say anything else after scolding. Talking about the old days, it's just that the majestic Taoist masters and all the Nanzhan monks are regarded as air, and this scene is also a bit weird. In addition, although Fang Xing is talking to the old monster Wanluo with a smiley face, his eyes are always there. He has never left the wound on his body, and he can almost see the first wound on his body clearly, and the evil spirit on his body is becoming more and more violent, which makes some people feel inexplicably frightened, and subconsciously stay away from him.
Ye Guyin and other Nanzhan monks were anxious, thinking about the old man Huqin and Zhang Daoyi who were trapped in the battle, and wanted to ask Fang Xing to rescue them, but seeing the situation at this time, they didn't dare to disturb them. Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci didn't know how to deal with themselves. The two young girls were holding hands at this moment, and they didn't know whether to move forward or avoid it.
boom!
Clouds floated in the distance, Lord Long stepped out of the void, and appeared on a hill next to Fengchan Mountain.
In other places, there was nowhere to go, so many practitioners rushed over and looked at the Tongding Mountain Path on Fengchan Mountain with piercing eyes, but seeing the gathering of spiritual lights, it was obvious that no one was rushing. After a long time, they all whispered, thinking that they were late, but they also couldn't understand Beisandao's quiet act of enshrining incense and offering incense, and they kept discussing privately.
All of a sudden, more and more monks came to watch, and the foot of Fengchan Mountain was crowded.
"The news is still leaked!"
The Talisman Dao Master glanced dissatisfiedly at all the cultivators, and spoke in a cold voice.
"No defense, Nan Zhan Feng Chan has failed, no matter how many people come!"
The Taoist master of Yinling Dao also spoke in a deep voice and sneered.
The Taoist master of Chunyang Dao nodded and said: "There are too many people talking, so don't be verbose, first remove the disciples who protect the formation, go back to the sect, and ignore these casual cultivators. Just explain it to the outside world!"
The three of them decided that they would ignore all the cultivators who rushed over like swimming fish, so they ordered the children under their seats to wave the command flags, and ordered the guarding disciples on the mountain to retreat back to their sects. The mountain is a symbol of luck in the practice world of the Northern Territory. Although the Beisan Dao is the top three masters in the Northern Territory, it is a bit self-determined to come and go as soon as it is said.
It's just that, after all, the majesty of the North Three Paths is impenetrable, but no one dares to object at this time.
Nan Zhan Zhu Xiuli, seeing this scene, also stood there blankly, not knowing what to say.
There was only one person, who was not polite, and said coldly: "You hurt an old man like this, you just leave?"
It was Fang Xing who had been squatting in front of the old monster Wanluo and talking with a smile. At this time, he had stood up and looked coldly at the faces of the three Taoist masters of the North Third Road. Instead, there was no anger in his eyes, only a touch of excitement The jumping murderous intention floats.
The three Taoist masters of Beisan Dao were also slightly startled, and their eyes fell on Fang Xing's face lightly.
"Junior, are you talking to the three of us?"
The old woman with a face like chicken skin, the master of Yinling Dao, spoke sternly, seeming a little ridiculous.
This time, Fang Xing strangely didn't yell, but said in a deep voice, "I'm talking to Beiyu!"
This answer stunned the three Taoists of Beisan Dao, and they paid more attention to it, but the young Daoist of Fuqi Dao laughed and said: "If you want to talk to Beiyu, the three of us can do it too." I would like to answer you on behalf of Beiyu, juniors, you are planning to establish your way to Shenzhou in the Southern Zhan. Burning incense is the only way to reach China, this rule was established by the sages, and we did not force them to go up the mountain voluntarily. I am not capable enough to make it to the top of Fengchan Mountain, and if I lost my life, I asked for it!"
While speaking, he used his spiritual power latently, and his voice spread in all directions, as if he was trying to solve the confusion of the cultivators in the Northern Territory.
Many knowledgeable monks, after hearing these words, actually understood the intention of Beisan Dao.
The matter of establishing the Dao involves a major event of luck. Nanzhan is no different from the Yaoland and the Haizu. In terms of inheritance, it actually has the same origin as the Shenzhou. What should be done, to put it simply, is that the luck is distributed to the Yaozu and the Haizu. It makes no sense not to distribute it to the Nanzhan monks who are of the same clan. Having overcome the difficulty of the ten formations in Fengchan Mountain, they wanted Nanzhan to retreat despite the difficulties, and also wanted to kill chickens and monkeys and deter other forces in Nanzhan. It was just that it was not very pleasant to say, so they chose Low-key handling.
"Nan Zhan's standing or not has nothing to do with me, but if you hurt my master, that's not okay!"
A ruthless look appeared on Fang Xing's face, he squatted down and took the green sandalwood from Wan Luo's hand, then stood up, and walked forward, passing by Chu Ci and Ying Qiaoqiao. , subconsciously circled around again, and then looked straight at the Taoist master of the North Three Ways: "The old ones lost, and there are still young ones! They can't go up the mountain, so let the young master try the way up the mountain. Disaster!"
"Little ghost, are you going to take over from the five elders and make it to the next three battles?"
The three Taoist masters of Beisan Dao heard the words, and their eyes froze at the same time, their voices were a little strange, they seemed to feel absurd, and they seemed to be sneering.
That appearance is like looking at a person who wants to die!
But Fang Xing's next words made them even more shocked: "It's not the third formation, my master, I want to enter the tenth formation of Fengchan!"
Break into ten battles!
As soon as this remark came out, not only the three Taoist masters, but also all the cultivators in the Northern Territory were shocked, their eyes were strange, shocked, secretive, and extremely complicated.
This little devil broke into the big formation of the Lingqiao Sect, and he didn't dare to rely on his real ability. He used magic tools to win by chance. And there are ten formations on Fengchan Mountain, which can stop the footsteps of five Jindan Mahayanas , and wounded and killed them one by one. It can be seen that the ten great formations are the strongest of the ten great sects in the northern region of Shenzhou. After Elder Dezhao of Zong, the runes were dim and could not be activated, but he dared to break through ten formations by himself at this time
Is he crazy
Or are you really looking for death
Even Li Hongyi stood in front of Fang Xing with frowning eyebrows, and secretly transmitted a voice to him: "Northern Three Paths united with several major sect families in the Northern Territory, and almost all the power of the golden core was put into the big formation, and the ten formations were fortified to guard When you reach the strongest level, you must not underestimate it. The five seniors teamed up and broke through the first seven battles. After breaking through the last three battles, no one can stop Nanzhan Lidao. Why do you..."
"Because the young master is not going to fight, but to kill!"
Fang Xing interrupted her, and grinned: "If you don't start from the beginning, how can you get rid of this bad breath?"
The murderous intent in these words was inexplicable, but Li Hongyi was also stunned.