Chapter 271 Calculating the Golden Core Patriarch

"Fellow Daoist Black Wind, it seems that trying to borrow a way from the golden light old monster won't work..."

Seeing the black-robed old man backing away in embarrassment, the other two golden elixirs in this forest also gathered towards him, each with worried looks on their brows. The ancestor-like existence can be said to call the wind and rain, and the palm is the sky, but when it comes to the vicinity of this Xuanyu, it is scolded by the golden monster like a grandson, and there is a bit of anger on the face.

"You also heard it just now, the old monster Jinguang is simply too oily and salty..."

The old black wind smiled wryly and shook his head.

"******, you are too deceitful, why don't the three of us join hands to kill him and seize the pulse!"

An old Taoist with red brows had a bad temper and cursed angrily.

"If the three of us can defeat him together, why worry here?"

The old Taoist in the blue robe sighed, and said: "The golden light old monster is a major repairer of the Western Desert, a late-stage existence of the Golden Core, who has traversed the Western Desert for hundreds of years, has rarely met an opponent, and is also violent. Having slaughtered a small country, not to mention the three of us, even if there are three more, they are still no match for him, haven't you seen the tragic situation of the dozen or so monks who died under his hands yesterday?"

After hearing this, the three old Taoists fell silent, although they were anxious, they were helpless.

What is said in the practice world is that strength is the most respected, and the fist is not as big as others, so what you say is empty.

The majestic three golden elixir, one of the patriarchs, stared at this place, helpless...

At this moment, a dispute rang out not far away...

"Our Taishang Elder of the Taixuan Sect, you will see him as soon as you say, if you don't leave, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Fuck you, uncle, I'm giving you shame, right? No good words will work. Believe it or not, I will beat you up?"

"Bold madman, is it easy to bully me when I'm too profound?"

"What happened?"

The black-robed old man was already unhappy, but when he heard the quarrel, his anger rose immediately, and he yelled at the place where the dispute came from, but the quarrel was a white-robed disciple of the Taixuan Sect, who had already raised his head angrily. He raised Feijian, but when he saw the elder Taishang shouting, he hurriedly turned his head, pointed to a young man in front of him and said, "Elder, this brat is clamoring to see you..."

The black-robed old man took a closer look, but saw a little ghost in gray clothes, followed by a beautiful little girl, the little ghost looked unfamiliar, and he didn't know which disciple it was, and was about to ask, the little ghost But he has already jumped up and waved to him: "Old man... Oh, senior, here, here, I have a good idea for you, do you want to cooperate?"

"A kid, what can he cooperate with himself?"

The old man in black robe was slightly taken aback, feeling suspicious.

On the other hand, the blue-robed monk beside him was slightly taken aback, and looked at Fang Xing intently. Seeing that he was not very old, but he was already at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. Such a young Foundation Establishment must have the same aptitude. He didn't dare to underestimate him too much, so he smiled slightly, cupped his hands from a distance, and said to the boy with a smile: "Could it be that my little friend has a good plan? I might as well come over and talk about it..."

Fang Xing smiled triumphantly, glared at the white-robed cultivator blocking his way, and shouted, "Still getting out of the way?"

The white-robed monk was furious, but seeing that the Supreme Elder hadn't spoken, he had no choice but to step aside.

"Little ghost, what do you want to cooperate with us?"

The red-browed old man snorted coldly, seeing that he was a beggar-like young man, he felt a little contemptuous in his heart.

Fang Xing walked in front of the three Jindans, cupped his hands and made a four-way bow, he smiled, and lowered his voice: "Of course it's a big deal. If the three old seniors are willing to cooperate with me, I have a way to send your disciples into the palace." Xuanyu..."

Hearing the words, the faces of the three Jindans all changed, and they looked at Fang Xing with uncertain expressions.

Fang Xing smiled coldly, folded his arms, and looked confident.

"A foundation-building brat, who can send our disciples into the mysterious realm? Could it be that he is trying to punish us?"

The red-browed old man subconsciously said that he couldn't believe him.

"Are you handsome? I have this beautiful little girl, so I don't need to punish you, but I want to rush to punish you?"

Fang Xing rolled his eyes at the old red-browed Taoist, and said disdainfully.

"you……"

The red-browed old man was furious. He is an old monster who has practiced for hundreds of years. His appearance is already old and out of shape. His face is wrinkled like orange peel, and his beard and hair have all fallen out. Naturally, he is not as handsome as the handsome boy behind him. The little maid is pretty, but she is a Jindan cultivator after all, this brat actually compares himself with a little girl, it really makes him angry.

"Okay, Fellow Daoist Red Eyebrow, you might as well listen to what this little friend has to say!"

Fellow Daoist Heifeng stopped the irritable Chimei and said in a deep voice.

He also discovered the extraordinaryness of this young man. He thought that although the three of them had formed the golden core not long ago, they were considered weak in the golden core realm. When the monk saw him, he was trembling, afraid that he would not be able to say a word, but this young man was talking and laughing freely, and he ran on casually, which already explained the problem.

"Little friend, is there really a way to help us enter the Xuanyu?"

The old man in the blue robe asked seriously, with a hint of anticipation.

"Come here with your ears..."

Fang Xing sat on the big bluestone and waved to the three golden pills.

The three old Taoists in black robe, red eyebrow, and blue robe hesitated for a moment, and moved their heads towards Fang Xing.

Fang Xing chuckled, and told the three Jindans about his plan.

"What?"

The red-browed old man listened with disbelief on his face: "Little devil, are you sure you're not crazy?"

The black-robed old man was also shocked: "This is too risky, but that is the golden light old monster that runs across the western desert. His body is close to the golden elixir Mahayana, and his hands and eyes are open to the sky. Your idea...is really...too risky! !"

"If you don't take risks, why don't you just wait here? You can't get in even in the year of the monkey!"

Fang Xing sneered, squinting at the three Jindan old monsters.

The black-robed old man and the red-browed old man were at a loss for words for a moment, a little hesitant.

On the contrary, the old Taoist in the blue robe pondered for a moment, and asked seriously: "Little friend, do you really have such strength?"

Fang Xing smiled coldly, stood up, and waved to the white-robed monk who stopped him just now. This monk was in the middle stage of foundation establishment. He was about forty years old, and he was rather cold and arrogant. Xing scolded a few words, felt uneasy in his heart, kept looking this way, guessing what the little bastard was talking about with his own grand elder, but saw him waving to him, slightly startled.

"How is this person's strength?"

Fang Xing pointed to the white-robed monk and said.

Heifeng Taoist pondered for a while, and said: "This son is the first disciple of my Taixuan sect. He had a chance encounter in his early years. He established the foundation at the age of twenty-five, and he reached the peak of the early stage of foundation establishment at the age of thirty-two. Now he has stepped into the foundation building stage. In the middle stage of the foundation, it can be said to be amazingly talented..."

Before he could finish his words, Fang Xing's figure suddenly jumped out, Daoji's spiritual power was fully functioning, and the golden wings on his back manifested, with a speed like lightning, he rushed to the white-robed monk almost instantly, his fingers bluffing , Knocking down the door towards him, the white-robed monk was a little surprised, and subconsciously drew his sword, and then Fang Xing pressed down with his palm, and he had already grabbed his wrist, and his figure retreated violently again.

"Shua..."

After rushing and retreating, Fang Xing returned to the original place, but his hand was still holding the wrist of the white-robed monk.

The monk was furious, and amidst the muffled roar, he was about to fight back, but Fang Xing's palm had already lightly pressed on his top door.

"Three seniors, do you think I can do it?"

Fang Xing grinned, and turned to look at the three Jindan Patriarchs.

The three Jindan ancestors were all shocked, and they looked at Fang Xing in disbelief. A young man in the early stage of foundation establishment, with every gesture, restrained a monk with the name of Tianjiao in the middle stage of foundation establishment. Although there was an element of surprise, but This astonishment was enough to shock the three Jindan Patriarchs. They also came from the Foundation Establishment Realm, so they naturally understood what Fang Xing's strength represented.

"Little ghost, with your strength, you are definitely not a nobody. Tell me which sect you are from and who is your master?"

The red-browed old man said in a deep voice, he no longer has the slightest intention of underestimating Fang Xing.

"I'm a disciple of Daxue Mountain, because I was late, I didn't catch up..."

Fang Xing didn't hide it from them, and said with a smile.

"The disciples of Daxueshan have already entered the mysterious realm, so why are they still here? Besides, I have heard of the five foundation-building cultivators trained by Daxueshan's lineage, but I have never heard of such a powerful young man. ..."

The black wind old man and the red eyebrow old man looked at each other, thinking that Fang Xing had deliberately concealed his identity.

But they didn't care about this, and after hesitating for a while, they said, "With your strength, you are sure to do that, but we also have a problem. How can you guarantee that after we help you, you won't break your promise?"

Fang Xing pointed at Chu Ci and said, "You guys protect this girl well, and after I succeed, send her in properly!"

The three golden cores looked at each other and nodded, thinking it was feasible.

But at this moment, Chu Ci suddenly said: "I'm not waiting here, I want to be with you!"

Fang Xing chuckled, and said, "This is too dangerous, I'm going to get in the way with you stupid girl!"

Chu Ci felt aggrieved, but she was not a clingy person either. After a while, she gently took out a white jade umbrella from the storage bag, and said, "This Tianluo white jade umbrella was given by the ancestor. Take the defensive profound weapon that was given to me..." When she said this, she didn't know what to think of, she was slightly startled suddenly, but there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"What the hell are you laughing at?"

Fang Xing snatched it from her hand, looked over and over a few times, and glared at Chu Ci.

Chu Ci said: "I won't tell you!"

But it turned out that Chu Ci begged for this mysterious weapon from the ancestor and the emperor brother because of a loss in Fang Xing's hands. It was intended to be used against Fang Xing, but it was not Thinking that she would take the initiative to lend it to him now, it can be said that the world has changed, and it is unpredictable. This small coincidence caused this girl to have a trace of indescribable emotion for no reason.

"Little friend, it's almost dawn, dawn is coming, it's time to get ready..."

At this time, the east was already pale, and the dawn was approaching, and the three Jindan ancestors reminded them.