Chapter 740 The Lord of Guixu

"You don't even know me? Look carefully at my handsome face!"

Fang Xing was a little angry. At first, he was quite happy when he saw this group of vigilant white-clothed monks. It meant that Laoxie managed Guixu well, and at least his reaction speed was much better than before when Guixu was in disarray. But seeing this group of bastards Dan Dan couldn't recognize him at all, and he attacked without distinguishing the right and wrong, but he immediately became angry. The last time he returned to the ruins, Lao Xie had summoned all the tribesmen in the ruins to pay him a visit. Having met each other, even just once, you should be no stranger to yourself.

In addition, Shenxiu Little Bald Donkey and the eldest cousin are around, who should I ask to compensate for the loss of face?

He decided to give these bastards one last chance to see who the young master is!

Unexpectedly, one of the leaders of the group of white-clothed monks did lower his head and look at him, but only gave him a cold glance, and then shouted coldly: "No matter where you are, wild monks, Taishang Taoism was born, Guixu is no longer You can come and go as freely as before. It is a serious crime for you to break into the Taishang Dao Mountain Gate without permission. You should be arrested immediately and sent out for punishment. If you dare to resist, you will be captured without mercy!"

boom!

Hearing this, several other monks immediately pulled down their magic weapons and knocked them down.

But Fang Xing jumped up angrily: "****, you've rebelled against me!"

It’s okay if you can’t recognize yourself, but you still dare to attack yourself?

This really made the little devil unhappy.

boom! boom! boom!

At least seven or eight rays of divine light were directed at Fang Xing at the same time, while several others took action at the eldest cousin and the little monk Shenxiu.

"Damn it, if I don't show my authority, you don't know who I am..."

Fang Xing gritted his teeth in hatred, and suddenly disappeared on the ground. When he reappeared, he was behind a white-clothed monk who was attacking him. He raised his hand and pushed the white-clothed monk. The monk's figure fell out, almost knocking over the four or five monks around him like a top. For a moment, the formation of the white-clothed monks was in chaos, and there was a chorus of exclamations.

"What kind of cultivation does this wild monk have that makes him so fast?"

The leading monk in white was so frightened by Fang Xing's move that he broke into a cold sweat and secretly held a jade talisman in his hand.

"Which clan are you from? Even if you can't recognize me, you still need to know my name!"

After Fang Xing took action, he did not take any further action. He just stood in the air with his hands behind his back and said to the leader of the white monk with a very unkind expression. After all, for him, it is just a lesson to these short-sighted guys. It is impossible to kill. After all, the people who return to the ruins are considered to have an affair with him no matter what: "I am your uncle Fang Xingfang." !”

After finishing speaking, Wen stayed still and acted like a great man, waiting for the group of people to kneel down and shout, "You can't see the mountain without seeing it!"

Unexpectedly, when this name was spoken, the white-clothed monks with lower cultivation levels had no reaction at all, but the leader of the golden elixir intermediate realm trembled violently and accidentally crushed the jade in his fingers. Fu, tremblingly said: "You...your name is Fang Xing?"

"You bastards, isn't my senior brother the famous Fang Xing? Why don't you come and pay your respects!"

Before Fang Xing could respond, the young monk Shenxiu had already jumped up and shouted in a mighty manner.

"Okay... okay... I, the villain Lu Xianmang, pay my respects to... the Lord of Guixu..."

The eyes of the cultivator in the golden elixir realm flashed a few times, he slowly leaned over and bowed, and said respectfully.

With him taking the lead, the remaining monks also bent down and saluted hesitantly.

Fang Xing frowned, but remained calm and said with all his might, "Where is Lao Xie? Take me to see him!"

Lu Xianmang said: "The Evil Lord is in charge of the Taishang Daotong in the Northern Territory and is not in the market. Please ask the market leader to return to the palace first!"

"Oh Well……"

Fang Xing agreed, glanced at the young monk Shenxiu, and walked ahead.

Below, the eldest cousin sitting on the back of the strange fish hesitated to speak, but in the end said nothing and followed with a sneer.

The white-clothed monk Lu Xianmang took the lead and led the way. A group of more than ten people protected Fang Xing, Shenxiu, and the eldest cousin, and rushed towards the depths of Guixu. At this time, Guixu looked like a ferocious beast. There was a lot less. It is thought that the Japanese army attacked the Huangfu family land and released a large number of ferocious beasts, but most of them never returned, making these mountains and forests much quieter than before.

On the way, Fang Xing looked around as if nothing had happened, looking full of curiosity.

Shenxiu was even more surprised. He looked surprised at everything he saw. He touched his bald head and was filled with admiration.

On the other hand, the eldest cousin was calm and sat on the strange fish, lowering her eyelids and looking indifferent.

Not long after, there were gusts of fairy wind ahead, and four or five auspicious clouds came to greet them. Above the clouds were four or five old men in white robes, all of whom were Jindan Mahayana practitioners. They were all smiling, looking far away. Then they saluted Fang, and one of them, an old man with white beard and hair, came up to him with a big smile, and said from afar: "The master of the market is coming back today, and I feel a huge weight in my heart!"

Fang Xing looked at him with an expressionless face, stretched out his hands, as if to talk to his arms, and remained motionless.

As for the old man, a look of displeasure flashed across his face, but he still stretched out his hands. When he was more than ten feet in front of Fang Xing, the palms that seemed to be grabbing Fang Xing's arms Suddenly, he flipped over and pinched a seal. His spiritual power surged. The Danguang was like an unparalleled sharp sword, cutting straight towards Fang Xing's chest, and his hands turned into sharp claws, forcefully He thrust it towards Fang Xing's chest, killing him in one fell swoop, leaving no escape route.

At the same time, Lu Xianmang, who was behind Fang Xing, suddenly pressed his hands, lifted up a dark iron chain, and put it around Fang Xing's neck. At the same time, hundreds of flying swords came out of his sleeves. Fly out and insert into Fang Xing's back.

Facing this sudden change, Fang Xing, with an indifferent expression, remained motionless and seemed to have no reaction at all.

The faces of Lu Xianmang and the old man from Jindan Mahayana showed a hint of joy that their conspiracy had succeeded.

But just when their spell was about to fall on Fang Xing, Fang Xing suddenly turned slightly, made a fist with one hand, and punched the Jindan Mahayana old man in front of him. This punch seemed... It was unremarkable, but it contained indescribable terrifying power. Just the wind of the fist shattered the Danguang that swept over, and then punched the old man's claws.

"boom!"

The fists and claws met and collided firmly.

But in the end, it was the sharp claws of the golden elixir Mahayana old man that came into contact with Fang Xing's seemingly ordinary fist, but instead of tearing his fingers apart as expected, the nails that were sharper than the magic weapon were broken every inch. , bounced in all directions, and Fang Xing's fist was strong and hit the chest of the old man Jindan Mahayana, and suddenly smashed into a hole. After that, his palm was lifted up again, and not even When the old man flew backwards, he grabbed his neck and forcefully pulled him back from ten feet away.

As for the flying sword coming from behind, Fang Xingli paid no attention to it. The young monk Shenxiu happened to recite a Buddha's greeting at this time, and slowly put his hands together. The iron chain and even the flying sword in Lu Xianmang's hand were suddenly struck by an unbearable force. The strange force described in the description flew towards the two fat sleeves of the little monk Shenxiu at the same time, and they were all submerged in them, without any movement...

In just one move, the great elder was captured, which shocked the cultivators around him and almost couldn't believe their eyes.

Fang Xing didn't even look at them. He tightened his fingers and lifted the old cultivator up into the air by his neck. He looked directly into his eyes and said in a cold voice: "Inside Guixu, there is a cultivator from Jindan Mahayana." When did it become so worthless? Four or five people I have never seen appeared all of a sudden. Stop being false and tell me, who are you and where is Lao Xie now?"

"The market owner has a decree. Anyone who breaks into the market without permission will be killed. Young monk, you..."

The white-bearded old cultivator who was caught by him had his pupils narrowed and he was secretly channeling his spiritual power. He shouted coldly in a low voice, as if he wanted to threaten him.

"Who is the market owner you are talking about? A donkey?"

Fang Xing ignored him at all. When he heard the word "market master" coming from his mouth, his eyes were slightly startled and he spoke jokingly.

"You are a brave man who dares to insult our young master... I will cut you into pieces..."

After hearing Fang Xing's words, the old cultivator became angry and opened his mouth to scold him.

"Not a donkey?"

Fang Xing's eyes suddenly turned cold, and suddenly his five fingers used force to tear his neck apart. Then he raised his palm upwards, and then struck down with his hand, striking directly on his Tianling Cap, even the one who wanted to escape. The souls were swatted away together, and then they retracted their palms, clapped their hands as if nothing had happened, and looked at the other monks: "He won't say it, so you guys can do it!"

"Tell me, who is the market leader you are talking about?"

There was fire in his heart at this moment, and there was murderous intent in his voice, but he was really murderous.

"You...you actually killed the great worshipper?"

The cultivators next to him were so frightened that they trembled when they saw this scene.

No one thought that this demon would kill a Golden Elixir Mahayana without saying a word!

Do you really think this is a beggar on the street or a cabbage in the field?

Killed casually?

After the shock, there was indescribable anger. Another Jindan Mahayana elder reacted quickly. He immediately stretched out his sleeves, offered up two magic weapons, and shouted at the same time: "Let's attack together and capture them quickly." Get this devil, life or death..."

"kill!"

The white-clothed monks around him were not polite to Fang Xing at all, and in an instant, they all moved their hands at the same time.

"What the hell happened..."

Fang Xing was so angry that his teeth itched, he clenched his fists tightly, and without saying a word, he just blasted out.

For no reason, he felt annoyed, and it was the most unbearable anger...

In the entire Guixu, besides myself, who else dares to call himself the leader of the ruins?

Is it possible that since I haven't returned home for ten years, my surname is no longer Fang?