At this moment, Fang Xing, who was on the mountain, turned his head and glanced down the mountain, with murderous intent gushing out of his eyes.
Although he didn't see it when he came, he already knew it later. After the old monster Wanluo broke through the seventh formation, he was turned into a whip by the talisman Taoist son guarding the eighth formation. After more than a dozen blows, the old man was almost beaten to death. If Li Hongyi hadn't rescued him at the last moment, the old monster Wan Luo would have died under his whip.
"After all, he is the Son of God of Talisman... Are you going to kill him?"
Li Hongyi seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and asked in a low voice.
Fang Xing turned his head and glanced at Li Hongyi, smiled grimly, and said, "I'm not considering whether to kill him or not!"
Li Hongyi was slightly startled, and then heard him continue: "I was thinking about how to beat him to death!"
"Shua!"
Li Hongyi's face turned slightly pale, and even Wang Qiong, who was beside her, turned her head to look at Fang Xing in surprise.
Several Nan Zhan monks who heard his words around him also looked ugly, and they looked at each other, but they didn't speak.
They were all worried. Although many people had been killed before, none of them belonged to the North Three Paths. Now, the next group of defenders are the sons of the North Three Paths of Talisman. If Fang Xing really killed For him, the consequences would be too serious. If he really angered the Taoist leader of the North Three Ways and tore his face, let alone going south to establish a way, whether he could go down the mountain would be a problem.
On the contrary, Han Ying's eyes flickered, and he suddenly said, "If you want to kill someone, you must prevent him from escaping!"
"Yes, as long as those bastards admit defeat, we won't be able to chase and kill people!"
"I suffered such a loss when I played against those bastards from the Lingqiao sect. It's common to play tricks when you lose a bet!"
There were two lazy openings next to it, but Da Jinwu and Li Ying approached.
Listening to the tone of the three brothers, they seriously discussed how to prevent Zhao Changhe from admitting defeat.
The cultivators around couldn't help but glared at them, thinking how to persuade them here, you don't think it's a big deal...
"Haha, good brother, I have my own way!"
Fang Xing was quite satisfied, he patted Han Ying and Li Ying's shoulders, squinted his eyes and walked towards the eighth formation, but when he was about to enter the formation, he stopped suddenly, bowed his head, I don't know what I was thinking, and I was about to speak after a while, but I heard an extremely indifferent voice from the eighth formation: "Little devil, enter the formation and die!"
Astonishingly, Zhao Changhe, the defender of the eighth formation, couldn't bear it anymore, and challenged him ahead of time.
But Fang Xing raised his head, a smile flashed across his face, he didn't enter the battle, and suddenly turned around and walked back.
His move stunned all the ambitious Nanzhan cultivators who were about to enter the battle with him, wondering what he meant.
Even in the eighth formation, there were murmurs faintly, and it seemed that the disciples of Talisman Artifacts were also very angry.
"I'll go to your grandpa's son-in-law, bastard, you dare to call your young master in to die, why don't you come out and let your young master cut you twice? Why do you have to sit there, little Master just went in to look for you? Could it be that you, a bastard, messed with Hualiu and turned into a woman when you went shopping in the building, and you are too shy to dare to see people? If this is the case, you have the courage to admit it to your young master , I will give you some pig feces and dog feces to make medicine for you to eat, and then sink you in the cesspit and submerge it for three to five months to make a good brew... "
The words scrambled like continuous beads, and all the cultivators on the mountain and down the mountain were stunned for a moment.
what happened
Make a good start, what are you doing cursing
"Slap your mouth!"
After a while of awkward silence, in the eighth formation, there was also an angry voice, and a lightning whip took shape, and it was whipped towards Fang Xing's face, and Fang Xing waved the lightning whip to wipe it away. He lost it, rolled up his sleeves, pinched his waist with both hands and continued to curse: "You son of a bastard is Zhao Changhe? You are called Changhe because you were reincarnated from a bastard, why aren't you called Zhao Shikeng? What's wrong? Get angry? Then come out and beat me if you have the ability. Are you afraid of your young master? Do you know how to hide in the formation and pretend to be a grandson? You know that a bastard like you is useless, and you will lose the face of Fu Qidao It's gone, ah... bah!"
A mouthful of saliva was spat heavily on the ground, making a hole in the ground.
It's just too spicy!
Compared with those Chinese cultivators who only scolded "little devil", "little beast" and "little bastard" on weekdays, Fang Xing was at least as good at cursing Out of the skills of their hundreds of fat old ladies!
In the eighth formation, Zhao Changhe, son of the Talisman of the Talisman of Talisman, had already turned blue, his body moved slightly, and he was about to step out of the formation.
After a single test, he had already discovered a problem.
With his cultivation base, Fang Xing and Fang Xing can't hurt him when one is inside the formation and the other is outside the formation. After all, this little devil is not the old man who was dying of serious injuries just now. You can tell that he has a vicious look from the vigor of his curse. He looked like a dragon and a tiger, and he practiced the thunder method, and his temper was already irritable. At this time, an unknown anger was aroused in his heart, and he only had one thought, and that was to shoot and kill this little devil.
However, the people around him immediately stopped him and persuaded him in a low voice, the overall situation is the most important.
Only then did Zhao Changhe recall that there are ten formations in Fengchan, those who enter the formation must abide by the rules, and those who defend the formation must also abide by the rules. One of the rules is that after entering the formation, they are not allowed to leave without permission. With such an angry look, he can only stay in the tenth formation and shoot away, because of this rule, if he goes out of the formation, it means he has surrendered.
"Little devil, if you have the guts, quickly enter the battle and die!"
Zhao Changhe, who couldn't get out and couldn't hold back his temper when he was being scolded, became extremely angry and shouted angrily in a low voice.
"What if I don't join the battle? Who stipulated that I must join the battle? I just entered the seventh battle and I'm a little tired. Can I take a break? What's the longest rest time? I remember three In one day, it counts if you break through ten battles? Young master, it only took me half a day to get here from the first battle. Damn it, let me scold you for two days and two nights first. The ancestors of the Zhao family jumped up from the graveyard scolding, my surname is not Zhao, and I have no face to be the ancestor of your Zhao family..."
Fang Xing pinched his waist, the more he scolded, the more excited he became, feeling elated.
"you wanna die!"
"Shua, Shua, Shua..."
Three whips in a row came out from the formation, which showed the murderous intent in Zhao Changhe's heart.
But Fang Xing just waved his hand, easily dispelled the three lightning whips, wiped his nose, took a breath and continued to curse: "Listen, all the old men and old women on the mountain and down the mountain, you know that this animal with a human face and a beast heart is How did you pick up the ashes with his little mother? This bastard is not a thing when he was a child. I will give you a free lecture today, my son. By the way, this bastard... "
"Changhe, control your anger!"
At the foot of the mountain, the talisman Taoist suddenly shouted loudly, his brows furrowed, reminding Zhao Changhe not to get angry, and then he shouted at Fang Xing: "Son, if you want to enter the formation, quickly enter the formation and hide outside the formation. Aren't you ashamed to be full of emptiness?"
"Which rule on Fengchan Mountain prohibits swearing?"
Fang Xing pinched his waist and shouted down the mountain: "Then what if he called me a little devil just now? What if he asked me to die?"
The talisman Taoist who wanted to use the rules to suppress Fang Xing was so choked by a single sentence that he didn't know what to say. His eyes were cold and swishing, and he intuitively felt that this little devil didn't just curse people, but seemed to be hitting something. Shameful idea, is it to intentionally provoke Chang He? But it's not like, I've heard that this little devil also practiced lightning techniques, so he should know that the deeper the cultivation level of a person who cultivates lightning techniques, the easier it is to be affected by lightning techniques. Bad thing, Lei Fa became more and more violent.
In this way, the idea that the little devil angered Zhao Changhe would not work, and he probably didn't understand.
And when the talisman master bowed his head and muttered, Fang Xing continued to scold: "What do you think you are, you didn't grow up to fight with the young master, so you hid in the formation and let your elders find you!" Is the young master in trouble? You are such a motherly softie, just go home and hide under your mother's skirt, so that the young master will not scare you to pee your pants when I perform lightning techniques... "
"enough!"
In the formation, Zhao Changhe couldn't bear it anymore, his tongue burst into spring thunder, and the sound was like thunder, and the surrounding rocks rustled, shaking off the sand and dust.
"Enough for you, uncle!"
Fang Xing's voice was louder, but he scolded even more vigorously: "Young master is going to scold for two days and two nights this time, I want to let all the people in the Northern Region of Shenzhou know that you have been scolded bloody by me once." Head, everyone mentioning you is a big joke..."
"Shua!"
I don't know how many monks, a thought flashed sharply in their hearts.
If Fang Xing cursed people before, it just seemed absurd and ridiculous, then he had to guard against this last sentence.
His reputation is as big as the sky, and his words are like tigers and wolves.
If he really did this, no matter whether Zhao Changhe can finally kill the little devil to vent his anger, it will be detrimental to his reputation if it is spread out, especially if pushed by some caring people, it will become a a joke...
In addition, the appearance of the little devil pinching his waist and cursing others is really embarrassing!