Chapter 3794: Just an Evil Cultivator

Before Fang Yu finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly came from all directions!

This sentence, which entered his ears, continued to echo and shocked his soul!

Yue Yan's legs softened and he knelt on the ground. His body trembled violently and he cried, "Spare me! Great Master, spare me! I am just a small follower and have no intention of offending Wuxiang Mansion. Please let me go..."

Fang Yu frowned and looked to the left.

Although the voice just now came through his spiritual sense, he could still track the direction of the sound source.

"Since you want to talk, let's talk." Fang Yu said.

"Buzz!"

There was a buzzing sound in his ears.

Then, a gray shadow flashed and appeared in the air.

This is a cultivator.

He was wearing gray clothes and covered his face, revealing only a pair of eyes, without obvious features.

Even his cultivation aura was not special.

"The bastards who don't even know about Wuxiang Mansion are not worthy of living in the world." The cultivator stared at Fang Yu, his voice without a trace of emotion, "You will die, and at the same time... everything related to you will be implicated and will die."

This sentence made Fang Yu couldn't help laughing out loud.

This is too pretentious.

Even the Saint King An Ran of the Saint Academy has never said such a thing in front of him.

And an evil cultivation force in the Wish Spirit Spring area of ​​the East Wilderness can be so arrogant that he can't help laughing.

But from the side, it can be seen that...this Wuxiang Mansion has never encountered any setbacks in the Wish Spirit Spring area and is rampant.

"There are so many people who don't know about your Wuxiang Mansion. Outside the Wish Spirit Spring area, who knows your Wuxiang Mansion?" Fang Yu said after laughing.

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Both Fang Yu's laughter and this sentence are full of contempt for Wuxiang Mansion.

Yue Yan put his head on the ground, so scared that he was really about to faint.

In his opinion, Fang Yu's provocation now is undoubtedly to make his death more miserable!

The cultivators in Wuxiang Mansion are likely to be stronger than Xuanxian Realm!

Although Fang Yu is in Xuanxian Realm, he may not be able to defeat this cultivator from Wuxiang Mansion!

"Since you are determined to die, then... I will send you off." The cultivator sneered.

As he spoke, he raised his right palm.

"Swish!"

At this time, Fang Yu also moved.

His figure turned into a flash of light and disappeared instantly.

The next second, he appeared in front of the gray monk.

The cultivator felt a gust of wind coming head-on, his eyes changed slightly, and he was about to release his immortal power to blast back.

However, he didn't expect... Fang Yu's punch speed was much faster than his reaction speed.

"Bang!"

This punch hit the gray monk's chest directly.

His sternum was directly pierced with a bloody hole!

The gray monk's eyeballs bulged, and there was only shock in his eyes when he looked at Fang Yu.

The severe pain came, making him spit blood.

"With this little strength, you speak so arrogantly. I would have thought you were a powerful person in the Four Symbols Realm..." Fang Yu said lightly, and at the same time stretched out his hand to tear off the black cloth on the face of the cultivator.

The face of the cultivator appeared in front of Fang Yu.

It was a very ordinary face.

At this time, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and his chin and shirt were stained.

His face was full of horror and fear.

In fact, he had discovered the abnormal breath of Fang Yu and Han Miaoyi a long time ago, and did not rush to attack.

However, after Fang Yu stopped to talk to Yue Yan, he couldn't help but attack.

This is also the usual style of doing things in Wuxiang Mansion.

As long as they leave a mark, other cultivators are not allowed to enter.

Even if the other party is not aware of it in advance, they must be investigated!

As long as other forces and tribes need to fear their Wuxiang Mansion, their Wuxiang Mansion... do not need to fear any forces and tribes!

But he didn't expect... the cultivator in front of him actually has such terrible strength.

The power of the punch almost destroyed him!

Fang Yu retracted his fist, then grabbed the monk's head with one hand and slowly lowered it to the ground.

Yue Yan still had his head on the ground, not only trembling, but also crying.

After hearing the explosion just now, he thought Fang Yu and Han Miaoyi were dead, and it was his turn next.

Fang Yu glanced at Yue Yan, shook his head, looked at the gray monk who was held in his hand like a dead dog, and said, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Hearing Fang Yu's voice close at hand, Yue Yan slowly raised his head.

Then, he saw this scene.

It was completely the opposite of what he imagined!

How, how could this be...

"This place has been marked, it belongs to Wuxiang Mansion, if you kill me, Wuxiang Mansion will not let you go..." The gray monk panted and gritted his teeth.

"Bang!"

Fang Yu punched out again, smashing the gray monk's abdomen.

"Puff!"

The gray monk spurted blood again, and his head dropped.

These two punches almost killed him.

Although he still had a breath, his meridians were shattered, and he completely lost the ability to resist, and his cultivation was basically destroyed.

"I was about to withdraw, but you insisted on showing up." Fang Yu said expressionlessly.

"Wuxiang Mansion will not let you go, will not let you go! The will of the Holy Lord will notice you, and you will die miserably, ten thousand times more miserably than me!" The gray monk roared miserably.

As he spoke, his breath was almost cut off.

"Ten thousand times more tragic than yours? It seems you don't know how you will die." Fang Yu narrowed his eyes and said.

After saying this, he threw the gray monk to the ground and stepped on it with his right foot.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang.

Yue Yan, who was beside him, was blown away by the sudden burst of power. The ground within a radius of hundreds of meters collapsed instantly, and several towering trees were broken and collapsed.

This was the result of Fang Yu's restraint.

As for the gray monk, he had turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

"Master, why did you kill him so soon? You used to ask some questions before killing him." Han Miaoyi asked in confusion.

"No matter what you ask, this guy won't say anything. This is the characteristic of evil cultivators. They are relatively less afraid of death." Fang Yu said, "Keeping him alive will only give him the opportunity to contact his companions and bring more trouble."

"But you can also lure Wuxiang Mansion out and kill them all." Han Miaoyi said.

"There's no need to look for things to do." Fang Yu said, "It's just an evil cultivator, just get rid of it."

Yue Yan climbed up from the ground in the distance.

He saw the figures of Fang Yu and Han Miaoyi, his eyes widened, and his mind went blank.

The cultivator of Wuxiang Mansion... was killed instantly! ?

"Boom boom boom..."

Just then, the ground suddenly shook again.

There was also a low roar accompanying it.

Yue Yan's face changed slightly, and then he looked at the ground under his feet and said loudly: "Fang, Venerable Fang... The giant wood spirit is coming out!"