Chapter 679 I’ll Scold You so Much that You Bleed From All Seven Holes.

At this time, Fang Xing, who was on the mountain, turned his head and glanced down the mountain, with murderous intent gushing from his eyes.

Although he didn't see it when he came, he already knew later that after old monster Wanluo broke through the seventh formation, he was whipped by the Fuqi Dao God Son guarding the eighth formation, who turned thunder into a whip. After more than a dozen blows, the old man was almost beaten to death. If Li Hongyi hadn't come to the rescue at the last moment, old monster Wanluo would have died under his whip.

"After all, he is the Son of God of Fuqi Dao... Are you planning to kill him?"

Li Hongyi seemed to have read through his thoughts and asked in a low voice.

Fang Xing looked back at Li Hongyi, smiled solemnly, and said, "I'm not considering whether to kill him or not!"

Li Hongyi was slightly startled, then heard him continue: "I was thinking about how to beat him to death!"

"Uh-huh!"

Li Hongyi's face turned slightly pale, and even Wang Qiong beside her turned to look at Fang Xing in surprise.

The several Nanzhan monks who heard his words also had ugly expressions on their faces, and they looked at each other without speaking.

There was some worry in their eyes. Although many people had been killed in front of them, after all, they were not from the North Third Path. And now the next group of defenders were the Sons of God from the North Third Path. If Fang Xing really killed For him, the consequences would be too serious. If he really angered the Taoist Master of the Third North Road and broke his face, it would be a problem whether he could go down the mountain, let alone the Nanzhan Lidao.

However, 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 them!"

"I suffered such a loss when I played against those bastards from the Lingqiao Sect. It's normal to cheat after losing a bet!"

The two people next to them spoke lazily, but it was Da Jinwu and Li Ying who came over.

Listening to the tone of these three brothers, they seriously discussed how to prevent Zhao Changhe from giving in.

The cultivators around them couldn't help but glare 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 carelessly and walked toward the eighth formation with squinted eyes. However, when he was about to enter the formation, he suddenly stopped again and lowered his head. I don’t know what I was thinking about. I was about to speak after a while, but first I heard an extremely cold voice from the eighth formation: "Little devil, join the formation and die!"

Astonishingly, Zhao Changhe, the man guarding the eighth formation, was impatient and challenged him in advance.

But Fang Xing raised his head, a smile flashed across his face, and instead of joining the formation, he suddenly turned around and walked back.

His move made all the Nanzhan cultivators who were extremely ambitious and prepared to join the battle with him stunned for a moment, wondering what he meant.

Even in the eighth formation, there were faint murmurs, and it seemed that the disciples of Fuqi Dao were also feeling very angry.

"Fuck you, you bastard, you dare to ask your young man to go in and die. If you are so brave, why don't you come out and let your young man chop you twice? Why do you have to sit there and not move, little one? I just went in looking for you like that? Is it possible that you, a bastard, got into trouble when you were shopping in the hotel and turned into a bitch, so shy that you don’t dare to see people? If that’s the case, how dare you admit it to your young master? , I will take some pig shit and make some medicine for you to eat, and then I will sink you in the manure pit and drown it for three to five months to make a good brew..."

The words kept ringing like a string of words, which instantly made all the cultivators on the mountain and down the mountain confused.

what happened?

Go ahead, why are you scolding people?

"Palm mouth!"

After an awkward silence, an angry voice also sounded in the eighth formation. A thunder whip took shape and suddenly struck Fang Xing's face. Fang Xing then waved his hand and wiped away the thunder whip. He dropped it, pulled up his sleeves, pinched his waist with both hands and continued to curse: "Your bastard turtle grandson is Zhao Changhe? You were the reincarnation of a fucking bastard, so you are called Changhe. Why don't you call me Zhao Shikeng? What's wrong?" Are you angry? Then come out and beat me if you can. Are you afraid of your young master? Do you just want to hide in the formation and pretend to be a grandson? I know that a bastard like you has no guts. Fu Qidao's face will be embarrassed by you. It’s all gone, ah… Bah!”

He spat hard on the ground, making a hole in the ground.

It's so fierce!

Compared with those Chinese monks who pursue the spirit of immortality and the spirit of the immortal family, who usually only scold a few words of "little devil", "little beast" and "little bastard", Fang Xing is at least good at swearing. It's more powerful than hundreds of fat old ladies!

In the eighth formation, the face of Zhao Changhe, the Son of Fuqi Dao God, has turned blue, and he is moving slightly as he prepares to leave the formation.

After one test, he had discovered a problem.

With his cultivation level, Fang Xing cannot be hurt 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 seriously injured just now. You can tell by the vigor of this curse that he looks like He looked like a dragon and a tiger, he practiced thunder skills, and his temper was already irritable. At this time, an unknown fire was aroused in his heart, and he only had one thought, that is, to kill this little devil.

However, the people around him immediately grabbed him and whispered to him that the overall situation was more important.

Only then did Zhao Changhe remember that in the Ten Formations of Fengchan, those who broke into the formations must abide by the rules, and those who defended the formations also had to abide by the rules. One of the rules was that after entering the formation, they were not allowed to leave without permission. Just now, Song Guichan was attacked by this little devil. He was so angry that he could only stay in the tenth formation and take action from a distance. This was because of this rule. If he left the formation, it would mean that he had given up.

"Little devil, if you have the guts, quickly enter the battle and die!"

Zhao Changhe, who couldn't get out of the formation and couldn't control his temper when being scolded, became extremely angry and shouted angrily in a low voice.

"What if I don't join the formation? Who stipulates that I have to join the formation? I have just entered the seventh formation and am a little tired. Can't I take a rest? What is the longest rest time? I remember three Is it enough to break through ten formations in one day? Young Master, it took me more than half a day to get here from the first formation. ****, let me scold you for two more days and two nights first. Today If you don’t scold the ancestors of your Zhao family until they jump up in the graveyard, my surname will not be Zhao, and I will no longer have the shame to be the ancestor of your Zhao family..."

Fang Xing pinched his waist, and the more he scolded, the more excited he became, and he felt elated.

"you wanna die!"

"Shuashuashua..."

Three consecutive whips were whipped out of the formation, showing the murderous intent in Zhao Changhe's heart.

But Fang Xing just waved his hand and easily defused the three thunder whips, wiped his nose, took a breath and continued to scold: "All the gentlemen and stinky old ladies on the mountain and below, listen, you know this beast with a human face and an animal heart. How did you get rid of the ashes with his little mother? This bastard has been nothing since he was a child. I will give you a free lecture today. Speaking of which, this bastard..."

"Changhe, control your anger!"

At the bottom of the mountain, the Talisman Taoist Master suddenly shouted loudly, frowning, reminding Zhao Changhe not to get angry, and then shouted at Fang Xing: "My child, if you want to break into the formation, quickly enter the formation and hide outside the formation. Don’t you feel ashamed when your mouth is full of desolation?”

"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 Taoist Master of Fu Dao Qi Dao, who originally wanted to use the rules to suppress Fang Xing, was choked up. He didn't know what to say. His eyes were cold and he felt intuitively that this little devil seemed to be not just scolding, but also hitting something. Is it a shady idea to deliberately anger Chang He? But it's not like that. I heard that this little devil also practiced thunder skills, so he should know that the deeper the people who practice thunder skills, the more likely they are to be affected by thunder skills. They have a bad temper, but it doesn't necessarily mean they are angry. The bad thing is that the thunder method becomes more and more violent.

In this way, the little devil's argument of irritating Zhao Changhe is unworkable, and he should understand.

While the Taoist master of Fuqi Dao lowered his head and pondered, Fang Xing had already continued to curse: "You said you are nothing, you didn't dare to fight with me, so you hid in the formation and let the elders of your family find you. Are you in trouble? You are such a fucking coward. You might as well go home and hide under your mother's skirt, so that I don't scare you and pee your pants when I perform my thunder skills..."

"enough!"

In the formation, Zhao Changhe couldn't bear it any longer, and his tongue exploded with spring thunder. The sound was like thunder, and the surrounding rocks rustled and dust fell.

"That's enough for you, uncle!"

Fang Xing's voice became louder, and his scolding became even more vigorous: "This time, I'm going to scold you for two days and two nights. I want everyone in the Northern Territory of China to know that you were scolded bloody by me. Boss, everyone is a big joke when they mention you..."

"Uh-huh!"

I don’t know how many monks had a sharp thought flashing through their minds.

If Fang Xing's previous curse words only seemed a bit ridiculous, then his last words must be guarded against.

His reputation is as great as the sky, and his reputation is as great as that of tigers and wolves.

If he really did this, no matter whether Zhao Changhe could finally kill the little devil to vent his bad breath, it would still be detrimental to his reputation if word spread, especially if there were some thoughtful people who pushed him, it would become a A joke...

In addition, the little devil's appearance of pinching his waist and cursing others really deserves a beating!