Chapter 839 The Demon King

The talent is ten times better than mine, and the resources are ten times better than mine?

General Hongying's words made Fang Xing speechless. To be honest, when it comes to money, few people can speak so confidently in front of him. Uncle Fang has not been living in vain for so many years. He has been with Qingyun Sect since then. , he has always taken it as his own duty to turn people's treasures into his own, and has been working hard for so many years, from Daxue Mountain to Nanzhanxuanyu, from Nanzhanxuanyu to Nanhai Honghonghui, and from Honghonghui Arrive at Guixu, and then from Guixu to Beiju Demon Emperor Pavilion, Shenzhou Fengchan Mountain...

How many treasures have been left behind in total? I can’t even estimate my net worth!

The name "Mobile Little Treasure House" is not just for fun!

At some point, I am afraid that the great sects and aristocratic families in China may not have their own rich heritage, but this General Hongying actually said this?

Do you think you are a country bumpkin?

Looking at his strange eyes, General Hongying knew what he was thinking, but he also sighed softly and said with a wry smile: "Brother Fang Xing, judging from your age, you are already one of the few masters in the Jindan realm. Except for In addition to being extremely talented, he must also be extremely rich in resources. However, compared with some, it is still far behind... Haha, take Fuyao Palace Young Master Situ as an example, not to mention the endless resources in Fuyao Palace. Immortal books and Taoist scriptures, the great art of Yuanhai, as well as the sages’ notes and accumulation of information that have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, only talk about the previous times when the mysterious coffin fell from the sky, and when the mysterious coffin fell from the sky for the first time, most of them The mysterious coffins and rare treasures all fell into the hands of Fuyao Palace and other Taoist clans. The second time Nanzhantian dropped the mysterious coffins, Fuyao Palace and other Taoist clans came out on top. Later, two mysterious coffins fell into the hands of the devil. Yuan, all the Taoist traditions in the Central Territory have also taken a piece of the pie. All kinds of rare treasures and Taoist immortal techniques will only give you more than ten times..."

Having said this, his eyes narrowed slightly and he said seriously: "Don't blame me for speaking harshly. Comparing you with him is, to put it simply, the difference between a casual cultivator and a disciple of an aristocratic family. Although you have also gained countless fortunes from other places. , but he was born with a noble stomach, not to mention that young Situ was originally a Taoist child selected from countless talented people with excellent physiques. In terms of resources, from the first moment he was born, he had Tempering the body with the purest immortal liquid, choosing the immortal formula closest to the great road to lay the foundation. Every step will be guided by someone, every method will be enlightened by an expert, and even every pill taken will have a senior monk to help him. Carefully distinguish between medicinal properties and divine power..."

As he said that, he looked at Fang Xing with a slightly helpless look: "And you, Fellow Daoist Fang..."

"do not talk……"

Fang Xing suddenly stretched out his hand to stop General Hongying from continuing, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"hehe……"

General Hongying gave a bitter smile and suddenly took off the red helmet on his head, which surprised Fang Xing.

From the first moment I met General Hongying, I saw that he was always wearing red armor and never left his body. Even the red helmet on his head was never taken off. His face was not clear. When drinking, It was just brought to his lips. In the past, he only thought it was his quirk and never took it seriously. It was not until he took off the helmet on his own initiative that he understood the real reason why he had been wearing the helmet.

General Hongying is young and handsome, and he is the type who can look like a stunning beauty just by putting on women's clothes. However, on his forehead, he has a large and elegant character written with silver hooks and iron paintings. He is very handsome, but that character is yes……

"roll"!

A big word "go"!

Such a handsome man had such a word painted on his forehead!

Moreover, the person who drew the word "gun" is clearly a spiritual pattern, which contains treacherous power and cannot be resolved at all.

No wonder he wore a helmet all day long. If he had changed his position, he might have cut off his head!

"This word is a great gift that the little devil gave me ten years ago..."

General Hongying smiled faintly, but his expression felt inexplicably cold.

"What a grudge! This is..."

Fang Xing was shocked and touched his face in fear, thinking to himself, I won't risk my life for whoever ruins my young master's appearance!

"No grudge!"

Seeing his question, General Hongying laughed softly and said: "I was also one of them, and was even a good friend with him. However, at one of his banquets ten years ago, he was a singer. When the prostitute offered me a drink, she refused to drink, which made the devil unhappy. He said that I was rude to the singing prostitute and asked me to make him accomplices. However, I took advantage of the wine and pushed the singing prostitute down and started talking to him. He made a move at the banquet, haha, I thought I was pretty strong, but after just three moves, he put such a mark on my face..."

He said calmly, as if he didn't care: "Actually, it was precisely because of that incident that I felt deeply ashamed, so I left the family and came to Zhenyuan to work hard. Now ten years later, I have become Zhenyuan." One of the ten generals is also a man affected by fate!"

Although it was easy to listen to what he said, Fang Xing had a look of disbelief on his face: "Just for being a geisha, he ruined your face?"

General Hongying put his helmet back on, smiled faintly, and said: "That demon king grew up in a pile of makeup. He regards women as his lifeblood, and is pampered too much. He goes crazy from time to time. He is called the devil incarnate and often acts impulsively. , I regretted it so much afterwards. After that incident, several of their aunts from Fuyao Palace paid a special visit to my home to apologize. They used the best medicine to help me remove the word. He also personally sent me a letter apologizing, but I have no shame to accept it, and I have never seen him. I have never asked the elders of the clan to refine this word for me. I just left it on my forehead, just to teach myself a lesson!"

Speaking in a calm tone, General Hongying gradually took on a sense of helplessness and bitterness in his words. He shook his head and whispered: "Haha, speaking of it, at that time I refused to pay attention to the man who was a little pampered by his favor. Even though he was a singing prostitute and pushed her down, he might not be young and energetic, and wanted to compete with this demon king. Unfortunately, this word made me wake up. Haha, the two of us were beaten by him during the fight. This word is carved on his forehead, and every stroke represents that he can kill me once!"

"****, is he really that powerful?"

Fang Xing was frightened by the meaning of his words. He almost jumped up and exclaimed: "Is this guy in the Sixth Level?"

After getting to know General Hongying, although they had never fought against him, as the two got closer and sensed each other's energy, they also had a rough understanding of each other's strength. Fang Xing understood deeply that if General Hongying When he really moved his hands, he was definitely not as gentle and indifferent as he usually was. The murderous aura was suppressed in his heart. Once it broke out, it might be a humanoid beast!

Thinking about it again, the Da Qingyi he knew back then was already very powerful, let alone the brother she said was far superior to her?

And how strong is the young Situ of Fuyao Palace who can easily leave such a word under his forehead?

"Zhan Liu?"

After hearing his guess, General Hongying suddenly laughed and sighed softly: "I am the one who can kill the six realms!"

He raised his eyes slightly, with endless tiredness in his eyes: "I came to Zhenyuan Part One and spent ten years honing myself. I didn't want to break the baby, just because I wanted to defeat him once within the realm of Jindan and save my face. It's a pity that the more I practice, the colder my heart becomes, and the more I feel how powerful that demon king is. Ten years ago, I still thought about saving my face, but now that ten years have passed and my strength has greatly increased, I have lost sight of this thought. , Haha, ignorance can lead to courage. After understanding the gap between me and him, I don’t even have the courage to take revenge..."

"Hey, brother, are you that exaggerated? What are your abilities?"

Fang Xing was almost frightened by General Hongying, and he asked in shock after a long while.

"Ten years ago, his strength should have surpassed the Sixth Slayer Realm, but now..."

When he said this, General Hongying shook his head slightly and said: "I haven't seen him for ten years, so it's hard to guess what level he has reached. After all, a freak like him has been practicing for thousands of miles. How can ordinary people guess?" Yeah... now that ten years have passed, no one can predict how far he has come, haha, I'm afraid it's possible for him to be on par with the freak from seven hundred years ago!"

Freak…

When they said this, General Hongying and Fang Xing fell silent.

Based on his intuition, Fang Xing didn't think that General Hongying was exaggerating, but because of this, his heart felt heavy for no reason, as if a big mountain was pressing down. A psychological preparation, but at the end of the day, I found that my preparation was still a little inadequate. It was inappropriate to look at those people with the same eyes as I had always had!

"Hehe, it's really irritating to compare people to each other, but..."

The atmosphere was silent for a long time, and Fang Xing seemed a little frustrated, but soon he raised his head again, his eyes became even colder, and there was a faint flash of evil light, and he laughed softly: "This is what it means. That’s why I kept these ten mountains!”

General Hongying was slightly startled and looked at him with some confusion.

Fang Xing smiled lowly, with a sense of breaking a jar, and said: "Logically speaking, we have to pick the fat sheep before we look for them. We must pick the soft ones, but this time it's not me. They picked someone else, they picked me. I bought that girl with gold leaves back then, and I killed her with her when the traffickers were chasing us. Then she is mine, and she has to wash my feet and comb her hair. Pluck your ears, why did they take it away from me without even saying a word? If I don't take it back, will my heart disease be cured?"

As he spoke, he stood up, threw down the wine cup, and said with great pride: "I don't care what kind of ghost Situ is, anyway, I have to get my girl back. If he kills five, then I will kill six. He If it's six, then I'll go to seven. If he can match that monster of the past, then I have to beat that monster of the past. In short, let him wait for me!"

After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving General Hongying with a forced smile and looking at the debris on the ground.

"Good people can't do anything. I tried to give him some advice, but ended up throwing a set of my wine glasses..."