Truly, there were all kinds of people in a big forest. There were even robbers who crashed into each other?
Fang Xing hurriedly got out of the carriage and sized up the robber in green. He was at the second layer of Foundation Establishment and wore a crying mask on his face. He was tall and thin and wore an ordinary green Daoist robe. It was impossible to tell his age, but his speed was extremely fast. He came from the other side of the mountain in a flash, covering a distance of nearly 300 meters in just a few breaths of time.
The Four Cultivators of True Virtue were slightly taken aback. From the looks of it, they thought that Fang Xing was in cahoots with the robber in green. One of them sneered, "How dare you! The two of you want to rob the four of us? Don't you know …"
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Fang Xing angrily shouting at the robber in green, "I was here first!"
The robber was slightly taken aback. He turned to Fang Xing and said, "What do you mean you were here first?"
Fang Xing drew a circle around them with his finger and said confidently, "I've already taken everyone here. You can go somewhere else!"
The robber was slightly taken aback. "You're a robber too?"
Fang Xing pointed at the carriage and shouted, "There's such a big flag up there. Can't you read?"
The robber really did look at the carriage. He sneered and said, "You can't even raise a flag when you're robbing? You sure are thick-skinned. Can't you see that I'm wearing a mask? "
Fang Xing rolled his eyes and said, "Cut the crap. I'm taking this place. You can go somewhere else!"
The robber laughed disdainfully and said, "Why should I? If you want to go somewhere else, it should be you. Otherwise, I'll rob you too! "
The Four Cultivators of True Virtue of the Divine Mountain could tell that these two bandits were not in cahoots at all. They were even arguing over who should rob them. The four of them felt very strange and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After exchanging glances, one of the eagle-eyed men stepped forward with a cold expression and shouted, "Where did these idiots come from? How dare you boast so shamelessly? I'll give you three breaths' time …"
"Damn it, you dare rob me?"
Fang Xing had no time to listen to this cultivator with eagle eyes. He raised his lance and swung it at the robber.
The last sentence of the green-masked robber angered him. He thought, "I've robbed so many people, but no one has ever robbed me before. Originally, I wanted to let you go because you're in the same line of work, but now you're treating me like a fat sheep. I can't stand it!"
The speed of his attack was extremely fast. The moment he swung the lance, it had already smashed onto the head of the robber in green. Just by moving his body and using his spiritual power, he had created a whirlwind that whistled in all directions …
"Boom …"
The cultivator with eagle eyes, who was sandwiched between Fang Xing and the robber, was shocked. His body staggered and his eyes were full of bewilderment.
"Oh, you want to fight?"
The robber seemed to be surprised as well. With a clear shout, he fell back and disappeared from under Fang Xing's stick. At the same time, his body was like a cool breeze. He circled around the scene and a dark red sword appeared in his hand. She made a hand seal and stabbed at the back of Fang Xing's head like a bloody rainbow. It was extremely strange.
The one who was most surprised was a short and fat cultivator among the Four Cultivators of True Virtue. He stared at the dark red sword in the robber's hand and looked as if he had seen a ghost. He was startled for a moment before he hurriedly rummaged through his bag of holding.
As he rummaged through his bag, cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
The cyan-clothed bandit was wielding a magic tool that he often used.
He didn't know when the robber had brushed past him, grabbed his magic weapon, and turned around to slash at Fang Xing.
"If this sword were to stab me..."
The short and fat cultivator was dumbfounded. His eyes were filled with fear.
"Behind me?"
At this time, Fang Xing felt a sharp wind coming from behind him and was shocked.
With a thought, two dazzling golden wings appeared on his back and twisted the void. At the same time, his body rushed forward.
His movement was just enough to avoid the dark red sword. Then, he turned around and swung his stick, colliding with the red sword.
"Break!"
Fang Xing shouted in a low voice. He thought that under his stick, the robber's sword would be broken and his bones would be broken.
He knew that Fang Xing had monstrous strength, and he hadn't met anyone in his generation who could resist him.
"Dang!" The rod and the saber collided with each other, and the sound of metal clashing resounded. Gusts of gales swept through the surroundings, and the four cultivators of the divine mountain who guarded the carriage couldn't even stand steadily anymore. They hurriedly retreated into the distance. Meanwhile, the black carriage had already slowly retreated into the distance under the control of the wily old fox, Evil Roc King. He didn't want to be involved in the battle of techniques of a little freak like Fang Xing.
"Bang!"
With this collision, the dark red magic weapon exploded and turned into pieces of red butterfly-like fragments that fell in all directions.
The robber cried out in surprise and flew backward. He kept waving his hands, and a hissing sound came from behind his mask.
"So powerful?"
"So fierce?"
Fang Xing and the robber were both shocked and secretly praised each other.
For Fang Xing, he wasn't really invincible among his peers. At the very least, ever since he met Bai Qianzhang and practiced the Samadhi True Fire from the Decapitation Painting, his body was strong, his physique was crystal clear, and his foundation was incomparably stable. Although he was only at the second layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm, he had consumed more resources than other middle Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators. Along the way, he had never met an opponent at the same level as him.
When he said "break" just now, he didn't just mean that the magic weapon would break. He thought that the robber's arm would also be broken.
However, he did not expect that this black-clothed bandit, who looked so sloppy, would actually be able to receive his attack. It was truly a rare sight.
As for the green-clothed bandit, he was even more shocked. He had clearly suffered a loss from a single strike, and this greatly exceeded his expectations.
"Again!"
The robber in green was startled for a moment, then he seemed to be quite unconvinced. With a loud shout, he rushed towards Fang Xing. As he rushed over, he formed a seal with his hand. In an instant, specks of lightning condensed in front of him and turned into the shape of a huge thunderbird. It was vivid and lifelike. It opened its sharp beak and spat out an astonishingly hot thunderflame in Fang Xing's direction.
"Hey, do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Fang Xing's interest was also piqued. If the disparity in cultivation between the two sides was too great, he would have immediately begun to think of some devious plan and refused to fight head-on. However, he had coincidentally encountered someone who was at the same cultivation level and whose strength was not far from his own. His competitive spirit was aroused, and with a loud roar, he rushed over. He wanted to see what kind of ability this green-masked robber had to be able to receive a blow from him without being injured.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
The two of them rushed at each other at the same time. Fang Xing swung his big stick and smashed it on the thunderbird.
"Boom …"
In the air, lightning scattered and the temperature soared. Layers of invisible winds swept in all directions, stirring up rocks and sand.
The Four Cultivators of True Virtue of the Divine Mountain were completely dumbfounded. They exchanged glances and gulped down a mouthful of saliva.
What was going on?
Why was it different from what they had imagined?
The two robbers were actually fighting and didn't even pay attention to the four of them...
What shocked them even more was the strength of these two people!
They were still thinking of capturing Fang Xiaojiu from the Great Snowy Mountain and sending him to Young Master Huangfu in exchange for a reward. It was only now that they realized that this idea was ridiculous. Could this little monster from the Great Snowy Mountain really be taken down by the four of them?
The reason why they wanted to capture Fang Xiaojiu was because they felt that he was easy to bully!
Initially, the Huangfu family's Daoist wanted to capture the little villain who had severed his four meridians when he first entered the Mysterious Region. At first, they thought that it was Fang Xing, but later they found out that it was a misunderstanding. This disciple from the Great Snow Mountain was actually pretending to be someone else. Thus, the order naturally fell on Fang Xiaojiu again. In short, whoever captured him or Fang Xing would be able to go to the Huangfu family to receive a reward.
As for that guy named Fang Xing, it was said that he was extremely vicious. The Huangfu family had sent three experts to no avail against him. The cultivators did not dare to provoke him, so they set their sights on Fang Xiaojiu. They had to choose the lesser of two evils. This disciple from the Great Snow Mountain should be easier to deal with, right?
After all, although this person had severed his four meridians, it was said that he had borrowed the power of a profound artifact, so his strength was limited!
But now, they suddenly realized that this disciple from the Great Snow Mountain called Fang Xiaojiu was not any weaker than that Fang Xing!
The four cultivators felt their throats go dry, and they inexplicably panicked.
At this time, Fang Xing and the robber in green had already exchanged dozens of moves, but for a moment, neither of them could do anything to the other.
Fang Xing felt that his opponent's figure was like a floating immortal, as if it contained the profound mysteries of the Great Dao. It was a level of brilliance that he had never seen before. Without using his 108,000 Swords, it was actually difficult for him to capture Fang Xing's figure. On the other hand, the robber in green felt that Fang Xing's monstrous strength was extremely terrifying. Not to mention fighting him head-on, he would suffer a great loss even if his weapon scratched him.
In this state, both of them were extremely tense.
It seemed that no one had expected that they would encounter such a powerful person during a random robbery.
"I didn't expect that there would be such a person in the Chu region. Could it be that he was secretly trained by the Huangfu family?"
The robber in green was shocked and did not dare to underestimate him. Suddenly, he showed an opening and flew back more than ten feet. His two slender palms streaked across the air, and in an instant, he drew three talismans. Each talisman flashed in the air, and when he finished drawing the three talismans, a drop of azure water appeared on his fingertip. It was crystal clear, but seemed to contain endless mysteries...
"The [Three Life Water Manipulation Art]..."
The robber in green held the drop of water on his fingertip and aimed it at Fang Xing, as if he was about to flick it out.
Fang Xing's heart trembled. He could already see that his opponent was also using a magical power. He was immediately shocked and did not dare to underestimate him. He casually threw away the one-legged bronze spear, and his hands moved up and down like he was pushing a millstone. A terrifying aura surged around him, one gold and one ink, and he was about to use the [Yin Yang Great Millstone] to break his opponent's magical power.
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