Chapter 827 I Don’t Like Him

Are you actually looking forward to Fang Xing coming?

The reaction of the Zhenyuan monks was beyond Wang Qiong and others' expectations. They even felt that there was something wrong with their eyes. When they first heard Fang Xing's name, the panic of the monks was not fake. , but at the back, looking at their cheerful and excited faces, it was obviously not fake, but what was going on? It can be said that Fang Xing's reputation in the practice world is not weak now, and everyone says He is a little devil, and even those who are narrow-minded directly call him "the rat shit in the spiritual world", not to mention that he is just beaten when he sees him, at least he is hiding from others, and he will not be provoked if he can. , why are the monks from the Zhenyuan Department still looking forward to him coming?

Even Fang Xing was stunned. He had never been so popular in his life!

He withdrew his arm a little unnaturally and said shyly: "Brother, if you have something to say, don't touch it..."

However, the Zhenyuan monk also realized that he was too close, so he quickly took a step back, bowed again, and said with a smile: "I'm too excited, fellow Taoist Fang, ah no, Master Fang, please come inside, I'll hear you come in." We have been waiting for you to come out of Moyuan!"

After saying that, he jumped off the toad, passed the seal, and then stepped on the spiritual beast with several other monks to lead the way.

"Proceed with caution!"

Fang Xing, Wang Qiong and others looked at each other, feeling wary.

Although the enthusiasm of these people does not seem to be hypocritical, they have encountered too many opponents along the way, so they still have to be careful.

These monks took Fang Xing and turned directly into a slope, gradually walking towards the place where the runes were projected. On the way, they also met many practitioners, all of whom were fully armored and came to the battle formation in person. After listening to the explanation from the leading monk, he realized that the Zhenyuan tribe had entered the Demonic Abyss much earlier than the other monks, and in the name of the saint, they had taken the lead, and those behind Most of the monks who rushed in were brought over by them, and they gathered together to fight for creation.

"Haha, someone has come in again, but I don't know which sect he is a disciple of?"

From a distance, I saw Fang Xing and others climbing in on a toad as high as a hill, and many people showed up to laugh and ask questions.

And those who led Fang Xing and others in also responded with a smile: "They are fellow Taoists from Nanzhan..."

"Haha...Nanzhan..."

When someone heard this, they subconsciously sneered.

Then the monk who led Fang Xing in slowly added on purpose: "...My name is Fang Xing!"

"Ah yes..."

When someone heard the name, they fell down from the tree.

Someone was directly in front of the formation, and with a "swish" sound, he pulled out his weapon...

There was even one who cursed "****", threw away his weapon and ran away...

"As for acting so exaggeratedly?"

Fang Xing rolled his eyes, looking very confused.

The leading monk below looked at each other and sighed at the same time: "As for..."

Someone laughed and said: "Fellow Daoist Fang...forget it, let's call you Senior Brother Fang. A few days ago, the fact that you defeated the Eternal Life Sword in a battle outside the Demon Abyss and crippled the successor of the Taishang Dao Tradition has been spread to the Demon Abyss." Oh, and besides, there are many rumors in the world that say you like robbery the most, but you are very capable. Very few people can protect their storage bags when they meet you. With this evil reputation, who is not afraid? ?Honestly, if I had known that it was you who came this time, I would have left the storage bag in the cave before coming..."

"Hey, so you still have the storage bag with you?"

Fang Xing's eyes lit up and he looked towards his waist.

"Forehead……"

The monk stopped talking and quietly took a few steps away from him.

Fang Xing didn't joke with him. To be honest, with his current status and wealth, how could an ordinary monk's storage bag catch the eye of Uncle Fang? After joking, he asked again: "What about others?" If you are so afraid of me, why aren’t you afraid?”

The monks looked at each other, and the leader smiled bitterly and said, "Come on, please ask Fellow Daoist Fang to come in and talk to the general!"

Entering again, you have suddenly entered the land of rune projection. The mountains here are towering and the terrain is dangerous. A large river runs across the north and south in front of you. The river is dark and cold. Ten miles away, you can already feel the sound coming from the river. The evil aura, according to the monk who led the guide, said that the river is called Taiyin River, which is a river of death in the devil's abyss. A goose feather cannot float, no grass can grow, and countless dark spirits and ghosts float and sink in the river, which contains The power of the great curse is that even if a Nascent Soul cultivator enters the river, his body will be dimmed.

In front of the Taiyin River, on the cliff, there were monks who set up a large formation and faced off from the other side of the river.

Next to the formation, there are palaces, tents, and caves nested on the mountain walls. Countless monks, either alone or in formation, are stationed here. Many of them are injured, and some have gloomy faces. The whole atmosphere seems bleak. Extremely stupid...

"If it were an army in the mortal world with such momentum, it would have to lose the battle..."

Fang Xing walked along, muttering secretly in his heart.

Back in Ghost Smoke Valley, my eldest uncle was born in the military. Later, he lost his official position and became a bandit. On weekdays, he often told Fang Xing about the marches and formations. Although Fang Xing did not study very seriously, he At least I know a little bit about it, and I can see some outsider skills. It is precisely because of my uncle's background that he has always had a soft spot for people in the military, and he usually robs them.

Of course, in the world of mortals, bandits who rob armies are seeking death, and in the world of spiritual practice, armies formed by cultivators are very rare. Therefore, despite being around for such a long time, there has never been an army with them. Opportunities to deal with Wu.

After passing the camp gate guarded by ten monks, we walked along a flat mountain road to a palace placed on the mountainside. The monk who led us quickly stepped inside, stood in front of the palace door, and loudly reported: "Report to the general, Nan Fellow Taoist Zhan Fang has been invited over..."

"Nanzhan Fangxing?"

"Is he the little devil who is famous in the four regions?"

"Hush, what kind of devil is not a devil? After all, he is from our country, so he is called a devil, but he is not a real devil!"

"I don't know if he can..."

"With his fierce reputation, he should be able to..."

This loud shout also attracted the attention of many people, who looked at them with surprised and enthusiastic eyes.

Although there were many people who had indelible fear and fear in their eyes, there were more people who had hidden excitement.

"Fellow Daoist Fang is here. Zhao Hongying is a little distant to greet you. Please forgive me!"

A clear voice sounded, and when I looked up, I saw several monks walking out of the palace in front of me. The leader was wearing bright red armor, with a huge red sword almost as tall as one of them stuck behind his back. He was tall and tall. The voice was clear, and beside him, there were four or five monks accompanying him. Their identities were different from ordinary monks. Two of them were wearing black armor and had the same uniform. They seemed to be monks from the Zhenyuan Department, while the other three The man was wearing a noble robe, and he looked extremely conspicuous in this armor-style robe.

"Haha, easy to say, easy to say!"

Fang Xing cupped his hands and turned to look at Wang Qiong.

Wang Qiong understood and explained via voice transmission: "Looking at the red treasure armor on this person, he should be one of the ten generals of the Zhenyuan Department. The Zhenyuan Department is the line of defense against the Demon Abyss. China attaches great importance to it and has sent many masters to punish it. Sitting there, the one with the highest status among them is called the Lord of Zhenyuan, who is held by the Taoist Lords of the Great Dao, one round every three hundred years, while the others, one round every one hundred years, are under the control of the Lord of Zhenyuan, The Ten Generals have always been set up, and they are among the ten most powerful people in the Zhenyuan Department. Generally speaking, the Ten Generals are all monks in the Nascent Soul Realm. This person clearly only has the Golden Pill, but he is one of the Ten Generals. , high position, high power, that goes without saying!”

Fang Xing nodded slightly and understood the identity of this person!

This person has become one of the ten generals of the Zhenyuan Department at the golden elixir level. He must be very strong. Moreover, if the other ten generals are Yuanying, they will definitely not be able to enter the Demonic Abyss. So speaking of it, this person must be stationed by the Zhenyuan Department. He is a representative figure in the Demonic Abyss...

This person came to greet him respectfully outside the palace in person, which gave him face.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, please come inside and discuss important matters with us!"

The red-armored general's face was covered by his iron armor, making it impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman. He spoke very politely and greeted each other respectfully.

"General, you're welcome, please!"

Fang Xing didn't dislike the people in the military formation to begin with, and since this person was so polite, he also had a smile on his face.

In such a big life, there are not many times when I can talk like this.

As soon as the atmosphere was harmonious, they were about to enter the palace, but at this moment, someone suddenly laughed softly, which was a bit harsh.

Fang Xing turned his head and glanced at the man, only to see a man wearing a noble robe. Judging from his clothes, he should not be from the Zhenyuan Department. Most likely, like himself, he was invited here after entering the depths of the Demonic Abyss. Yes, this man was thin and had slender eyes. He was looking at me with some contempt, but after he met his gaze, he coughed lightly and looked in another direction as if nothing had happened. , as if it had nothing to do with him, he took two steps, then lowered his head and approached the person next to him.

His lips moved slightly, as if he was communicating with the person. After a while, the two of them showed a contemptuous smile at the same time. They raised their heads and glanced at Fang Xing, then ignored Fang Xing, who was walking slightly behind, and swaggered. I went to the palace first...

No one noticed this small move. General Hongying still walked politely in front to lead the way. The monks on both sides leaned down and saluted.

"Junior brother, keep an eye on those two guys and beat them up if you get the chance!"

Fang Xing, who was slightly behind, immediately turned his head and whispered to Shenxiu.

"Why do you want to hit someone again?"

Wang Qiong heard this with sharp ears and looked at him very puzzled.

"I don't like them!"

Fang Xing answered so confidently that Wang Qiong was immediately speechless.