Using the action of picking up the spirit stones as a cover, Fang Xing pulled out his knife and stabbed it. At the same time, he jumped back and pulled out his knife. Then, he went forward and punched the wound. This was to prevent him from using his spiritual qi to protect his body and counterattack. After all, the person in front of him was a standard second level spirit formation cultivator. His overall strength was much higher than a first level spirit formation cultivator. Even if he was stabbed, it would still be terrifying if he went crazy.
Either don't do it, or do it to the extreme. Fang Xing grew up under this philosophy.
Even if Senior brother Liu was a second level spirit formation cultivator, he still felt a sharp pain in his abdomen after being hit by the knife and punch.
"Senior brother Liu, how is this filial piety?"
Fang Xing chuckled, turned around and went behind Senior Brother Liu, and kicked him in the back.
Senior brother Liu fell to the ground and wiped the dust off his face. The wound on his abdomen was torn open by this action, causing the pain to increase. His whole body curled up like a prawn. Both of his hands covered his abdomen as blood flowed out.
"Little bastard … .you … .dare … .sneak attack … me?"
Senior brother Liu gritted his teeth and shouted. It seemed like he was a tough guy and did not beg for mercy.
"With such little vigilance, you want to be a robber?"
Fang Xing sneered and prepared to search this person to see if there was anything good on him.
But at this moment, Senior brother Liu secretly stuffed his arm into his chest and deliberately said, "Little bastard, I admit defeat today, but … .don't think … .that you can eat me …."
"Junior Brother Fang, be careful … …"
Suddenly, the fat daoist exclaimed. From his direction, he could see Senior brother Liu's action.
Fang Xing sneered and suddenly pounced forward. He raised the dagger in his hand and nailed Senior Martial Brother Liu's arm to the ground. Senior Martial Brother Liu let out a blood-curdling scream and a small sword fell from his hand with a 'clang' sound.
The small sword was about a foot long with some exquisite runes engraved on it. It looked extraordinary.
"Sure enough, you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin. You still want to use a flying sword to hurt me?"
Fang Xing sneered and ruthlessly kicked Senior Brother Liu's stomach twice, causing Senior Brother Liu to scream in pain.
He was also a tough guy, but this little bastard's attacks were too unscrupulous. He kept hitting his wounds.
No matter how tough Sigh was, he wouldn't be able to endure such pain.
Fang Xing picked up the small sword on the ground, looked at it for a moment, and then put it into his robe. He had just appraised it and found that it was a flying sword with seven magical tools. This was a good thing, suitable for him. Although the Nine Serpent Golden Flame Sword was of a much higher grade than this flying sword, it consumed too much spiritual power. Moreover, it could not be seen in the light, so it could not be used easily.
"Junior Brother Fang, return the sword to him. This was chosen by the Dao Sect from the Immortal Weapon Pavilion when he joined the Immortal Sect. Snatching it is not allowed. If you take it by force, the elders of the Dao Sect will definitely punish you …"
When the fat Taoist saw this, he hurriedly persuaded Fang Xing in a low voice.
When Senior Brother Liu heard his words, he clenched his teeth and shouted, "Damn fatty … You're ruthless … Colluding with such a little bastard … Plotting against me … After I recover … I'll definitely take your dog life …"
When the fat Taoist heard this, he was instantly shocked, as if he could already predict Senior Brother Liu's crazy revenge in the future.
With that thought, his entire fat face turned deathly pale.
"What a joke. Do you think I'll give you the chance to take revenge?"
When Fang Xing heard this, he sneered and slashed the small sword in his hand on the side of Senior Brother Liu's neck.
"You … You still dare … to kill me …?"
Senior Brother Liu was shocked, but he still forced himself to shout.
The fat Taoist was also shocked and subconsciously pulled on Fang Xing's sleeve.
He was really afraid that this little devil would kill this Senior Brother Liu out of anger. According to his understanding of Senior Brother Liu, this little devil was not someone who would not do such a thing. However, Dao Sect was after all a Dao Sect and not a Devil Sect. After killing someone, they were sentenced to a year of confinement. That was because the killer had outstanding aptitude and a rich family. If it was a D grade disciple without any background who killed someone …
Not to mention being expelled, he might even pay with his life!
At this moment, on a mountain peak that was at least more than 10 miles away from this forest, there was an ancient pine tree with a canopy. Under the ancient pine tree, two old men were playing chess. One had black hair and a ruddy face. The other had a young face and white hair. The two of them had been playing this game for a month. To be precise, it was already the 33rd day and they were only halfway through the game.
"Among the disciples who were recruited this time, how many did you notice?"
The white-haired young man held a black chess piece in his hand. After pondering for a long time, he suddenly asked softly.
The black-haired old man smiled and said, "Not bad. There are 10 A grade aptitude disciples. This is beyond my expectations!"
The white-haired young man smiled and did not say anything. His eyes were fixed on the chessboard.
The black-haired old man suddenly remembered that the white-haired young man had asked him how many of them he had noticed. He pondered for a moment before replying, "Among the ten A grade aptitude disciples, three of them are from wealthy families, two of them are from aristocratic families, and one of them is called Hou Qing. When he entered the sect, his cultivation was already at the 2nd layer. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the first disciple to enter the inner sect!"
In other words, he had noticed six out of the thousands of disciples who had just entered the Dao Sect.
The white-haired young man was still smiling. He looked to one side and held the chess piece in silence.
The black-haired old man smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle, how many did you notice?"
The white-haired young man smiled and said, "One, and I noticed him just now!"
The black-haired old man's expression changed. He used his divine sense to scan the direction the white-haired young man was looking at. He immediately understood who the white-haired young man was referring to. He hesitated and said, "How old is he? How can he be so ruthless? Uncle, do you want me to punish him?"
The white-haired young man placed a chess piece in front of the black-haired old man and said softly, "Let's play chess!"
The moment he placed his piece, he glanced at the sky, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.
Above the sky, nine coffins were floating in the starry sky. They were motionless, as if they were the protectors of this continent. They also seemed to be the swords hanging above …
…
"I won't kill you …"
At this time, Fang Xing faced Senior Brother Liu's unyielding attitude and said with a smile, "But it will be difficult for you to find trouble with me in the future!"
As he smiled, his eyes suddenly turned cold. The flying sword in his hand stabbed and flicked. With a few 'pu pu' sounds, it stabbed Senior Brother Liu's legs, waist, and arms a few times. Blood immediately spurted out, and Senior Brother Liu immediately squealed like a pig being slaughtered.
Fang Xing stood up and looked at the flying sword in his hand. He said regretfully, "What a pity that it can't belong to me!"
After saying that, he threw it into the mountain stream at the side. With a few clangs, it landed somewhere unknown.
He squatted down again and stepped on Senior Brother Liu's neck to prevent him from moving. He reached out and searched Senior Brother Liu's body. He found two spirit stones and stuffed them into his bosom. Only then did he pull out the knife that was nailed into Senior Brother Liu's arm. He wiped the blood on Senior Brother Liu's clothes and put it away. He clapped his hands and said in a relaxed manner, "Let's go!"
The fat Taoist's face was ashen. He followed closely behind him, wishing that he could immediately leave this pig-slaughtering scene.
Fang Xing's proficiency and calmness in doing these things made him feel a great sense of fear.
"Junior Brother Fang … … you wouldn't have crippled him right … …"
"How could it be so easy to cripple him? I just made his recovery slower. At the very least, he won't be able to walk for three to five months!"
The fat Taoist was stunned. He hurriedly said, "Then after three to five months, won't he come back for revenge?"
Fang Xing smiled coldly and said, "After three to five months, even if we fight head on, I'll be the one bullying him!"
His words were filled with confidence. There was even a hint of disdain!
However, when the fat Taoist heard that, he couldn't help but complain in his heart.
From his point of view, Senior Brother Liu was a spirit formation second layer cultivator. How could he be easily dealt with in three to five months?
At the roadside, Mao Xiong, the sissy and the other two were trembling with fear and wanted to slip away. However, they were stopped by Fang Xing.
"Ah, damned sissy, you guys are also here. What a coincidence?"
The weak looking disciple trembled. His legs immediately trembled and he couldn't even walk.
Mao Xiong was more courageous. He forcefully maintained his calm and purposely put on an expressionless face and said, "We are waiting for someone here. What … … do you guys want to do?"
No matter how calm he pretended to be, his voice couldn't help but tremble.
Fang Xing chuckled and shook off the fat Taoist's hand that was tugging at his sleeve. Holding the short knife in his hand, he strode forward with splayed steps.
"Less nonsense. Hand it over!"
"Hand … … hand over what … …"
The weak looking disciple hid behind Mao Xiong. Mao Xiong also wanted to hide, but the dagger was already in front of him.
His face was pale, but he still forced himself to speak.
"Hand over what? Don't play dumb. Are you going to know what to hand over only after this young master hangs some blood on you? "
Fang Xing's expression was fierce. His eyes looked around Mao Xiong's body as if he was looking for a place to stab.
Mao Xiong was still a bit unwilling, but the weak looking disciple was really scared. He hid behind Mao Xiong and didn't show his head. Instead, he threw out the spirit stone in his hand and shouted, "Quickly take it. I was wrong just now. I shouldn't have looked at you. I won't do it again … …"
Fang Xing reached out and grabbed the spirit stone. Then, he tilted his head and looked at Mao Xiong. "What about yours?"
"Mine … … You want it too?"
Mao Xiong panicked. Fang Xing's expression changed. He seemed to be a bit impatient. He waved the dagger and was about to stab it.
"Take … … take it … …"
Mao Xiong's heart trembled. He quickly held the spirit stone and handed it over.
Fang Xing took it and looked at the third skinny disciple. It was obvious that he was dragged here by Mao Xiong and the sissy to help. This time, he didn't need to say anything. That guy obediently handed over the spirit stone. He was very obedient.
Fang Xing tossed it in his hand in satisfaction. Then, he glared at the three of them and told them to scram.
Looking at the three of them running away in panic, Fang Xing complacently said to the fat Taoist. "Hey, this is how spirit stones are obtained … …"
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