Fang Xing was unwilling to hand over the ransom to Shen Jian from the bottom of his heart, but he understood that this matter was caused by the Golden Crow. To him, it would be the greatest success if he could help the Golden Crow cover up this matter. Thus, he kept a low profile and hid in the crowd. He did not cause any trouble and treated himself as a normal Blue Cloud Sect disciple, letting Xiao Jianming handle this matter.
When Xiao Jianming heard that he could keep the storage pouch, he felt a little better. At least he did not have to hand over the storage pouch.
However, if he were to give this order, it would be difficult for him to do so.
Seeing that the Blue Cloud Sect disciple did not speak, the red-clothed girl giggled and signaled the fierce slave behind her with her eyes.
The fierce slave immediately lifted up Shen Jian and swung his fan-like hand towards Shen Jian's face.
"Pa! Pa!" Shen Jian's mouth was full of blood and three or four of his molars fell out. He immediately shouted with all his might: "Senior Brother Xiao … Senior Brother Xiao … Senior Brothers, I beg you, please save me …"
"Sigh, hand it over!"
Pi Junzi of the Book Literature Valley suddenly sighed and threw out his storage pouch.
No matter what, Shen Jian was still a disciple of the Book Literature Valley. As the leader, he could not ignore it. Moreover, he could see that Xiao Jianming was moved, but he did not have the face to give this order. If he took the lead and did it, Xiao Jianming would definitely be grateful to him. Since the opponent was so strong, it was impossible for him to keep the storage pouch.
Moreover, the storage pouches of the sacrificed disciples of the Book Literature Valley were all on him. Thus, he only threw out one of them. Thus, although this was very embarrassing, the real loss was not too big.
Seeing that he took the lead and Xiao Jianming did not say anything, as if he had tacitly agreed, the other disciples of the Book Literature Valley also threw out their storage pouches.
The storage pouches that these disciples handed over were truly all of their wealth. They could not help but feel heartache.
"Hand it over!"
Feng Qingwei also helplessly sighed and threw out a storage pouch. Then, the disciples of the Mountain Valley also threw out their storage pouches.
The other disciples naturally followed. The other party was stronger than them, and it seemed like they didn't mind killing at all. They had no choice but to hand it over.
Even Xu Lingyun was about to hand over her own pouch of holding when Fang Xing suddenly tugged on her sleeve, winked at her, and threw out two pouches of holding. Only then did Xu Lingyun realize that this little rascal had seven or eight pouches of holding on him. By throwing one away for her, he had saved her seven or eight years' worth of pouches of holding. Although she felt somewhat helpless, she was also grateful.
"Haha, are the cultivators of the Chu Region all cowards?"
The two Seventh Layer Spirit Formation cultivators sitting on the back of the black bat laughed. They used their Attraction Technique and all the storage pouches on the ground flew up. The two of them sat on the back of the black bat and started counting. At the same time, they looked at the heads on the ground as if they were counting if anyone had missed out. In the end, there were a total of twenty-six storage pouches.
Apart from Xiao Jianming, the remaining twenty-six people had all handed over their weapons.
"Haha, Junior Brother Long, there are nine of us, but there are only twenty-six storage pouches. It's not enough … …"
The man on the left suddenly laughed and winked at the man on the right.
The man on the right understood and maliciously looked at Xiao Jianming and said, "That's right, just one more would be enough!"
They obviously wanted to snatch Xiao Jianming's storage pouch. After all, Xiao Jianming had the highest cultivation in this group. If one were to talk about the good stuff in his storage pouch, he would certainly have the most. Perhaps, one of his storage pouches was equivalent to ten of the others.
Xiao Jianming's face was ashen. He didn't say a word. At this time, he naturally wouldn't ask for trouble.
Seeing that Xiao Jianming didn't reply, the man on the right purposely said, "Since it's a ransom, then we need twenty-seven storage pouches to redeem a complete person. If one storage pouch is missing, then we can't give them a complete person. It's good to be fair when doing business. Fierce slave, tear off that guy's thigh and treat it as dinner. Return the rest to them!"
Hearing that, the fierce slave laughed. His eyes were filled with cruelty as he grabbed Shen Jian's thigh.
Shen Jian was scared out of his wits. He could endure two slaps, but losing a thigh would be bad luck. He hastily shouted, "Senior Xiao … Senior Xiao, save me …" As he struggled, he looked at Xiao Jianming. Suddenly, he saw Xiao Jianming's cold eyes looking at him. Shen Jian's heart immediately turned cold. He knew that Xiao Jianming hated him.
However, he could clearly feel that the fierce slave was grabbing his left leg as if it was really going to tear it off. The fear in his heart couldn't be any greater. In despair, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and immediately shouted, "There's … storage pouches, there's still …" As he said that, he suddenly pointed at Fang Xing in the crowd and shouted, "There's … there's still seven or eight …"
"Hmm?"
The group of people immediately looked at Fang Xing in the crowd, scaring the people around Fang Xing so much that they immediately moved out of the way.
"Such a little demon, how could he have seven or eight storage pouches?"
On the Black Bat, the big man on the right looked at Fang Xing in confusion.
Shen Jian anxiously shouted, "That's right, and his storage pouch is full of treasures. There are thousands of Dreamsoul Grass …"
"Swoosh …"
The eyes of the two big men on the Black Bat flashed. They fixed their eyes on Fang Xing and laughed sinisterly, "Little demon, quickly hand it over!"
None of the Blue Cloud Sect disciples dared to speak up for Fang Xing. They all looked at Fang Xing with complicated gazes.
There were even some people who were gloating, thinking that it was fortunate that Shen Jian shouted like that. Otherwise, if they handed over all their storage pouches and this little demon still had so many, wouldn't they suffer a great loss?
At this moment, Fang Xing was also fuming with anger.
Not using the fastest speed to kill Shen Jian, this bastard, was definitely the biggest mistake he had ever made in his life.
Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, it was obvious that the number of "thousands" of Dreamsoul Grass had aroused their greed. They definitely wouldn't let him go. Fang Xing was a little unwilling. Suddenly, his eyes turned, and with a "swoosh", he dashed out and used the Gravity Spell. His whole body flew up and rushed toward the huge altar at the side.
"Hehe, trying to escape?"
This group of people obviously didn't care. They had the Black Bat as a mount, so they weren't afraid of Fang Xing escaping.
He slowly drove the Black Bat and chased after him at a moderate pace.
When Fang Xing climbed to the top of the thirty feet high altar, there were already three or four Black Bats closing in on him. However, Fang Xing wasn't thinking about escaping. He pulled the robe at his chest and immediately took out seven or eight storage pouches, two full handfuls. Then, he moved closer to the mouth of the altar and shouted: "Don't come any closer, if you come any closer, I'll throw all of them down. None of you will be left …"
The people of the Hundred Beasts Sect were stunned. They didn't expect this little demon to do this …
Was he trying to cut off all means of retreat?
"Little demon, don't mention throwing all of them down. Even if you throw one down, I'll make you wish you were dead!"
The big man on the left Black Bat sneered. His voice was cruel, and it was obvious that he wasn't joking.
Fang Xing thought for a moment. Indeed, he wouldn't be able to scare them. His mind moved, and suddenly, he took out a yellowed book from one of the storage pouches. He extended it to the mouth of the altar and shouted: "Hmph, these storage pouches can't scare you, but I can guarantee that this high level Xuan Formula … Yin Yang … Great Art of Yin Yang Harmony will fall in, and you'll regret it for the rest of your lives …"
"High level Xuan Formula?"
Suddenly, not only the two big men on the Black Bat, but the rest of the people of the Hundred Beasts Sect were also stunned.
The eyes of the young man in embroidered robe even emitted two rays of light.
As for the disciples of the Blue Cloud Sect, they were a little confused: Great Art of Yin Yang Harmony … What is it?
Fang Xing angrily said to Xiao Jianming: "Brother Xiao, don't blame me. Shen Jian is a bastard, he actually wanted to sell me out. I had no choice but to come up with this method to scare them. This Great Art of Yin Yang Harmony is the most precious thing in our sect, I don't believe that they won't be tempted … Brother Xiao, quickly go and ask the elders to deal with them, I'll take care of this place …"
Xiao Jianming was also confused. The way this little demon talked was too realistic.
"Little demon, do you really have a high level Xuan Formula? Let me see it! "
The young man in embroidered robe rode on the Black Bat and slowly approached.
"Stay away from me … Or else … Or else I'll really throw you down!"
Fang Xing seemed to be very scared. He shouted with a trembling voice, and his hand was a little closer to the altar.
The young man in embroidered robe suddenly stiffened. He really didn't dare to provoke this kid and throw away the high level Xuan Formula that he was about to get.
In fact, he felt that he had made a wasted trip. His heart was depressed, so he vented his anger on this group of Chu Region cultivators. Robbing their storage pouches was more fun than necessary. However, he didn't expect that things would suddenly take a turn for the worse. He accidentally saw a high level Xuan Formula. If this was true, then he had made a big profit. It didn't matter if he couldn't find the Beast King Cauldron.
Because of this, although he still had some doubts in his heart, he didn't dare to be careless.
"Little demon, give me this Xuan Formula … No, let me make a copy of it. Then I'll let you go and return all your storage pouches to you!"
The young man in embroidered robe said.
"I … I won't give it to you. I don't trust you. Let my brothers go first …"
Fang Xing had a look of awe-inspiring righteousness.
The Blue Cloud Sect disciples were very touched. Regardless of whether the Xuan Formula in Fang Xing's hands was real or not, as long as he could let them leave safely, it was a profit. If they could take the storage pouches and leave, that would be even better …
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