At this time, Xu Lingyun was already flying in the air on her white crane. She felt a little helpless when she saw that Fang Xing hadn't come out for a long time. She knew that Demonic Birds were mainly demonic in nature. They were wild and unyielding, and difficult to tame. It was impossible for Fang Xing to tame the Golden Crow so easily. She was just thinking about whether or not to persuade him when she suddenly saw Fang Xing laughing loudly and flying the Demonic Bird over.
Xu Lingyun couldn't help but be surprised when she saw this. Did he really manage to tame it?
She didn't know that ordinary demon birds were full of demon nature and had low intelligence, so they were hard to tame. However, the Golden Crow was good at playing tricks and was smarter than humans. It didn't need to be tamed at all. It was fine as long as the conditions were satisfactory.
When the Golden Crow arrived in front of her, Xu Lingyun looked at Fang Xing and saw that he had changed into a green Taoist robe of extraordinary quality. He wore a pair of knee-length boots made of animal skin, and his thick black and white hair was simply tied behind his head with an iron ring. His small face was clean and delicate, and his face was full of excitement. He held a large saber that was twice his length in his hand, which was placed horizontally on his knees. He looked awe-inspiring.
The Golden Crow was covered with golden feathers. It was beautiful, but most of its body was hairless, which looked very strange.
"You didn't tie it up with the Immortal-binding Rope. Did you really tame it?"
Xu Lingyun asked curiously.
Fang Xing laughed and said, "Of course, I touched it with love!"
The Golden Crow immediately turned around and looked at him with disdain. Fang Xing also rolled his eyes.
"Let's go. I've already asked where they are!"
Xu Lingyun was surprised and didn't ask any more questions. The white crane under her feet screeched and flew forward quickly.
Fang Xing was also very excited. When he first rode the Golden Crow, he was running for his life. He didn't have the chance to experience it carefully. Now, he felt that the feeling was very different. Seeing that Xu Lingyun had flown hundreds of feet away, he slapped the Golden Crow's butt with his saber and shouted, "Go!"
The Golden Crow was anxious and shouted, "I'm not your horse …"
Fang Xing hurriedly comforted him. "Yes, yes, I'm really sorry. You're my bird!"
The Golden Crow was enraged and shouted, "F * ck, I'll fight it out with you!"
He flipped in the air and was about to turn around and scratch Fang Xing.
"You want to rebel?"
Fang Xing was also furious. He waved his fists and fought with it.
A man and a crow fought in the air.
Xu Lingyun had already flown a few hundred feet away when she noticed that Fang Xing was not following her. She turned around and saw that he was fighting with the Golden Crow. She shook her head and said, "I told you it's not that easy to tame a Demon Bird …"
At this time, the disciples of the Blue Cloud Sect did not go directly to the sealed area. Instead, they wandered around the Disorderly Mountains and hunted Demon Beasts everywhere. It couldn't be helped. Before they came out, the Imparting Elders of each valley said that although the trip to the Disorderly Mountains was for training, it was also a chance for them to collect resources. All the Demon Pills and Spiritual Medicines would not be taken away by the sect and would be kept for themselves.
In other words, the sect had given them a great opportunity, but the amount of resources they could get depended on themselves.
On top of a short mountain, a manticore with scarlet scales, a lion's head, and a scorpion's tail lazily walked out. Its body was thirty feet long, like a giant elephant. This was a seventh level demonic beast. Looking at the blood at the corner of its mouth, it seemed that it had just eaten. Just as it was about to lazily return to its cave, all of a sudden, the fur on its neck stood up like needles.
It was also at this moment that someone suddenly shouted, "Sacrifice the swords!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh …"
In the Disorderly Mountains, more than ten sword rays flew out and interweaved into a net, blocking the retreat of the Demon Beast.
"Demon Sealing Chain!"
That voice rang out again, and immediately, four figures rushed out. They held two scarlet chains and quickly circled around the manticore, immediately binding it. A red light appeared on the chains, and the hard scales of the manticore immediately sizzled as if they were being roasted. It roared in pain, and in a fit of rage, it swung its scorpion tail towards the person on the left.
"Godly Mechanized Crossbow …"
That voice shouted urgently. "Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Three white lights flew out from behind the rocks and instantly nailed into the body of the Demon Beast.
The manticore let out a roar and struggled for a moment before collapsing to the ground. However, at this moment, the disciple on the left also let out a blood-curdling scream. A black hole had appeared on his right arm, and black blood continuously gushed out from it. Even his sleeve was soaked. His face was full of panic as he screamed incessantly. The manticore's stab had injured him before it was struck by the arrow.
Behind the rocks, a person quickly jumped out. His honest face showed anxiety and nervousness. He came in front of the disciple and pressed his hand on the disciple's right shoulder. Then, with a flash of sword light, the disciple's right arm was cut off.
He quickly applied medicine to the disciple and said guiltily, "Brother Liu, it's my fault, it's all my fault …"
The other disciples' excitement of successfully killing the Demon Beast instantly faded as they looked at this scene in a daze.
This group of people were the disciples of the Makshin Valley, and the one who gave the order was Wu Xiangtong.
Fang Xing had not recovered from his injuries and was in closed-door training under the protection of Xu Lingyun. Wu Xiangtong had intended to lead the Makshin Valley disciples to wait for Fang Xing to come out of closed-door training. However, he was gently reprimanded by Xiao Jianming. He said that they should not delay the entire mission because of one person. Right now, they should rush to the sealed area and strengthen the seal of the Demon King. Therefore, the disciples of the Makshin Valley had to continue with the majority of the people.
However, Xiao Jianming and the others did not rush directly to the fief. Instead, they hunted monsters along the way and moved forward slowly. The disciples of the Makshin Valley had no objection to this. If they wanted to hunt, they would do it. Anyway, the disciples of the Makshin Valley were not rich. However, because of the matter with Fang Xing, a group of people who followed Xiao Jianming's lead, openly and secretly excluded the disciples of the Makshin Valley.
Usually, when they teamed up to hunt monsters, even if the disciples of the Makshin Valley contributed, they could not get anything in the end. After suffering several losses, Wu Xiangtong could not stand it even if he was a muddy person. He simply took the disciples of the Makshin Valley to hunt monsters alone. However, he did not have the strength of Fang Xing, so he chose the monster hunting method that the disciples of the Makshin Valley were best at. Fang Xing's method was to ambush, and then kill the monster before it could react with the help of celestial devices.
However, even though he was extremely cautious, casualties were inevitable. This disciple with a broken arm was the third person to be injured. Yesterday, another person died because of the monster's counterattack.
"If only Senior Brother Fang was here …"
Wu Xiangtong bandaged the wound of the disciple with a broken arm and could not help but sigh in his heart.
At this time, the role of having a master who was good at killing and fighting was reflected. If Fang Xing was here, with his reaction and strength, it was very likely that he could save the disciple's arm. It could even be said that once he saw the monster in danger, he might jump out and take a knife to kill it. After all, his strength to kill a Rank Six monster like cutting grass was not just for show.
The manticore had already been seriously injured and was gasping for breath. After Wu Xiangtong bandaged the injured disciple's arm, he was about to order the others to kill the monster and take its core when he suddenly saw a figure walking over from not far away. The sword light flashed and in an instant, it slashed the manticore's throat, causing it to lose its last breath. At the same time, he laughed loudly, "Haha, I've earned another Rank Seven Monster Core …"
Wu Xiangtong turned his head and saw that the person who had summoned the flying sword was Shen Jian. At this moment, Shen Jian had a proud look on his face and a spirited smile on his face. He looked provocatively at Wu Xiangtong and waved his hand to call back the flying sword.
Wu Xiangtong's face was filled with anger and he shouted, "Shen Jian, Senior Brother Shen, what is the meaning of this?"
Shen Jian laughed, "When we meet a monster, naturally everyone has the right to kill it. Everyone has to rely on their own ability. Whoever kills it, the Monster Core belongs to them!"
Wu Xiangtong was so angry that he was almost speechless. After a pause, he shouted, "But it was obviously us who injured it!"
Shen Jian laughed coldly, "So many of our Blue Cloud Sect disciples have come to this rocky mountain and worked together to kill the monster. How can we clearly distinguish who did and who didn't? Senior Brother Xiao Jianming has already set the rules and exempted us from fighting. The ownership of the monster will be based on who kills it last. I don't know anything else, but I know that the last sword of this Rank Seven monster was slashed by me, Shen Jian! "
Hearing him say the three words "Xiao Jianming", Wu Xiangtong suddenly burned with anger.
In the past few days, Xiao Jianming respected his identity and did not directly target the Makshin Valley. On the contrary, a few disciples led by Shen Jian had often used his name to bully and exclude the Makshin Valley disciples. However, Xiao Jianming did not directly target them. When the Makshin Valley disciples complained about the injustice, he would just say a few words of "think of the overall situation", and the Makshin Valley disciples were also oppressed and bullied for nothing.
In the past few times, Wu Xiangtong had given in. After all, he could not afford to offend Xiao Jianming, nor did he want to. But this time, this manticore was exchanged with Junior Brother Liu's arm. How could he be willing to give it up?
"In order to kill this monster, our Junior Brother Liu from the Makshin Valley lost an arm. Please don't push us too hard!"
Wu Xiangtong finally suppressed his anger and said coldly, hoping that Shen Jian would take a step back.
Shen Jian was taken aback, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face. However, just at this moment, Junior Brother Liu, whose arm was injured, could no longer contain his anger. He shouted, "Shen Jian, you're bullying us like this. Aren't you afraid that Junior Brother Fang will come and demand justice for us?"
"Junior Brother Fang?"
A trace of hatred suddenly appeared on Shen Jian's face. He said in a gloomy voice, "He hasn't caught up in three days. I don't know how badly injured he is. Plus, he has offended Senior Brother Xiao Jianming. How can he have a good ending? Hmph, you still don't know how to repent. Since you regard that little devil as a life-saving straw, then this monster is mine. If he has the ability, let him come to me! "
As he said this, he strode towards the manticore.
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