This shout was heard by the three fairies in the sky and they looked down.
Of the three fairies, one was wearing a green skirt, one a pink skirt, and one a floral skirt. The one in the green skirt was the oldest, around twenty years old. The one in the pink skirt was the youngest, around seventeen or eighteen years old. The one in the floral skirt was in the middle, around twenty years old. All three of them were dressed boldly. Their skirts were short to their knees, revealing their long, white legs. Even their delicate feet were only covered in floral sandals.
Now that they were in midair, using the Qi Plunder Technique to glide towards the edge of the basin, wouldn't they be seen by the people below?
Of course, seeing was one thing, daring to call them out was another.
The Nan Zhan Prefecture was divided into four major regions according to the distribution of power: Eastern Chu, Western Desert, Southern Border, and Northern Divine Mountain. Some people also referred to them as the Chu Region, Western Desert, Ghost Kingdom, and Divine Mountain. These three fairies were among the top geniuses of the Northern Divine Mountain. Their reputation and status were similar to the Four Heroes of the Western Desert and the Five Warriors of the Great Snow Mountain.
To put it bluntly, if the three of them were seen flying through the air, they would probably run around naked. There were not many people who would dare to look at them, not to mention shouting "What are you doing?" while looking at them.
The surrounding cultivators moved out of the way of the carriage, afraid that they would be caught in the crossfire. They left a large space around the carriage.
At this time, the three seductresses in the air also raised their hands and stopped their momentum. They lowered their heads to look at Fang Xing with different expressions. The green-robed woman smiled faintly and said softly, "Little brother, do my underwear look good?"
"Oh, you're actually talking about this kind of question …"
Fang Xing blushed. He looked up with a smile and said, "It looks good. You look even better without it …"
"Hmph, where did this little bastard come from? How dare you tease us?"
The woman in the floral skirt looked at Fang Xing coldly. With a flick of her slender finger, a faint pink mist floated towards Fang Xing.
"Hehe …"
On the flag on the carriage, a faintly discernible black smoke swept past. When the pink mist touched the black smoke, it immediately disappeared.
Fang Xing ignored the little tricks of the flowery dress woman. With Daphne around, it would be strange if the pink mist could hurt him. He just put his hands on his waist and scolded the flowery dress woman, "What do you mean by flirting? You're allowed to wear such revealing clothes, but we're not allowed to see? "
"You!"
The flower dressed woman was furious, and her figure flashed as if she was about to pounce down.
However, the woman in the green dress stopped her and said with a smile, "This little brother is right. We are wearing such revealing clothes, how can we care whether others see or not? In any case, after seeing it, he still knows to say that it's good. Compared to those who look at it with sparkling eyes, but then turn around and call us sluts, isn't he much better? Spare him, the opportunity is more important … "
With that said, she smiled and winked at Fang Xing. She raised her hand and threw a small flower down. It fluttered and landed on the carriage. She said with a smile, "Little brother, seeing that you're so honest, I'll give you a small gift …"
"Flower of Life?"
Fang Xing glanced at it and identified the species of this small flower. He smiled and took it, saying, "Thanks!"
Seeing that he took it so casually without fear of the poison on the flower, the woman in the green dress was slightly startled. She smiled gently and said, "This little brother is interesting. He actually dared to take the thing we gave him directly. I like you more and more!"
In the bell-like laughter, the three goblins swept towards the edge of the basin, leaving only a faint pink mist in the air.
"These three are famous poison experts. Even Jindan Stage cultivators have to be wary of the poison they use. Aren't you afraid?"
The robber in the green dress sighed softly and said to Fang Xing.
Fang Xing chuckled and said, "Don't we have a poison expert like you?"
The robber in the green dress sighed helplessly and put his hand to his forehead, not saying anything.
"All of their entrances are so impressive. Old Heretic, let's go grab a good spot too!"
Fang Xing put away the small flower and sent a voice transmission to Daphne.
Although they were making a ruckus, he could also see that the place where the opportunity would appear was in the middle of the basin where the spirit clouds gathered. Whether it was the son of the Han family, one of the Four Heroes of the Western Desert, or the three goblins from the Northern Divine Mountain, they were all here to grab a spot at the edge of the basin so that they could enter as soon as the opportunity appeared. Naturally, he also had to grab a good spot.
"Senior Brother Leng … It looks like that servant from the Hundred Beasts Sect is here?"
At the edge of the basin, not far from Fang Xing, someone exclaimed in a low voice.
That group of people was Leng Ziyan and a group of smart geniuses from the Great Snow Mountain's Myriad Sieve Hall. They had arrived earlier than Fang Xing. Earlier, when Fang Xing had teased the three goblins from the Northern Divine Mountain, it had attracted their attention. Naturally, they recognized Fang Xing at a glance. Someone had reminded Leng Ziyan to ask if he wanted to reunite with Fang Xing.
Leng Ziyan coldly glanced at Fang Xing. His face was a little pale, but within that paleness, there was a gloomy air. It seemed that something was wrong. When he first saw Fang Xing, he was a little moved, but he quickly calmed down and said, "Everyone has their own opportunities. Why should we reunite with him? In any case, once we've taken the opportunity here, we'll be leaving the Mysterious Region!"
Hearing his words, the Myriad Sieve Hall disciples were a little stunned. After a while, one of them said, "Senior Brother Leng, there are more and more experts rushing over. Do we really have the confidence to snatch the opportunity from their hands? This servant from the Hundred Beasts Sect called Fang Xiaojiu has already severed four of his meridians. It's said that he's very strong. With his help, won't our chances be much higher? "
Hearing that, Leng Ziyan's expression suddenly became a little ugly. He lightly coughed and used a handkerchief to cover his mouth. He actually coughed out a trace of black blood. However, there was a hint of anger on his face as he said in a cold voice, "This place is still the outskirts of the Mysterious Region. There aren't many experts here. Are you afraid that I won't be able to protect you? Or are you saying that following me is not as good as following that servant? Hmph, who does he think he is? I'm one of the Great Snow Mountain's Five Sons that were personally bestowed by the five ancestors. We don't interfere with each other's business. What does that have to do with us? "
Seeing that he was angry, the Myriad Sieve Hall disciples all fell silent. They looked hesitant and did not know what to say.
Leng Ziyan took a deep breath and said, "Don't worry. As long as I don't go up against one of the four heroes of the Western Desert, the son of the Han family, or the three demons from the Divine Mountain, I'm not afraid of anyone else. Moreover, do you really think that following that servant will bring you good results? Hmph, he angered the people of Blackwater Lake. I'm afraid he won't even be able to protect himself. Following him is just asking for trouble. "
When the Myriad Sieve Hall disciples heard that, they looked at each other. Finally, no one brought up the matter of reuniting with Fang Xiaojiu.
Leng Ziyan let out a long sigh. A hint of worry flashed in his eyes.
He had no choice but to do this. Thinking back to when he was in the Great Snow Mountain, because the Wanluo ancestor had looked down on him, Leng Ziyan's thoughts turned to evil. He had even thought of getting others to mock Fang Xing in order to provoke him to leave the Myriad Sieve Hall. In the end, he had succeeded. Sure enough, the servant from the Hundred Beasts Sect had left the Myriad Sieve Hall one night and had not appeared again until the Mysterious Region opened …
However, the development after that was a little different from what he had imagined.
After entering the Mysterious Region, he realized that even though he had received the guidance of the Wanluo ancestor and had greatly increased his strength, he was still considered average in the Mysterious Region where all the Heaven's Chosen in Nan Zhan were gathered. In the process of fighting with the Southern Border Ghost Kingdom's cultivators, he suffered a great loss. His strength was damaged and he could not keep up with Crown Prince Chu Huang's speed. He could only leave the group and bring the Myriad Sieve Hall disciples to a place that was closer to the periphery. He wanted to use his identity as a protector to help these disciples obtain the opportunity to enter the Spiritual Movement Realm …
However, the reputation of the servant who had left the Myriad Sieve Hall gradually spread. His actions of severing four meridians shook the Mysterious Region. Instead, he took advantage of the opportunity to become a useless person. Even the Myriad Sieve Hall disciples wanted to find him and follow in his footsteps.
However, it was impossible for Leng Ziyan to sit and watch this happen. The five Gold Core cultivators of the Snowy Mountain formed an alliance and also decided to divide the benefits equally. However, he understood in advance that even if he was abandoned, he still had the identity of being one of the five Foundation Establishment Disciples of the Snowy Mountain. Once he left the Mysterious Region, when the five ancestors of the Snowy Mountain divide the benefits, even if he did not contribute much, he would still have his share …
However, if he were to steal the credit from this abandoned disciple of the Myriad Sieve Hall, he might end up with nothing.
With this thought in mind, even if he had to take some risks, he would not recognize Fang Xing.
And on this side, Fang Xing also excitedly raised the flag and secretly told Daphne: "Quick quick quick, release the five Hornless Dragons to pull the carriage. We also have to put on a show, so as to not ruin the prestige of the Great Snowy Mountain's Uncle Fang …"
Daphne was quite speechless: "The divine ability manifests itself, and the prestige is born naturally. Who would deliberately put on a show like you do?"
Fang Xing said: "What do you know? Clothes make the man, horses make the saddle. How can riding a horse be the same as riding a donkey?"
Daphne sighed helplessly, but he still did as this little bastard asked and put on a show. Black smoke billowed and wrapped around the carriage. Within the black smoke, the five Hornless Dragons from Ancestor Golden Light's profound weapon appeared to pull the carriage. Then, the Myriad Spirit Flag fluttered in the air in an impressive manner. On the flag, the words "Great Snowy Mountain's Ninth Master" appeared again …
"He's Fang Xiaojiu? No wonder he dared to have such a big head, flirting with the demons of the Northern Divine Mountain … "
"Is he that Fang Xiaojiu who not long ago exterminated Ancestor Golden Light's bloodline? He actually appeared here! "
"The Huangfu Clan's Daoist wants to capture this person. Should we take him down?"
"Are you crazy? This person has an illustrious reputation. During this period of time, he has been robbing people everywhere, and who knows how many forces have already been robbed clean. Although he has incurred the wrath of the heavens, no one has been able to subdue him. His notoriety is almost on par with that of Fang Xing, who openly challenged the Huangfu Clan. How can we afford to provoke him? Retreat, retreat, the opportunity is more important. Do not provoke this person … "
Amidst the rumbling, the carriage advanced majestically. All the cultivators retreated in shock, opening up a path.
"Haha, did you see that? This is the benefit of putting on a show. This young master is no longer a nobody … "
Fang Xing excitedly said to Daphne.
"Stop! Are you the disciple from the Great Snowy Mountain who killed the Primal Lotus? Hurry up and get off the carriage, I have something to ask you! "
Before Fang Xing could finish speaking, a cold voice suddenly rang out. A cultivator holding a blue longsword stood in front of the carriage.
Daphne chuckled. "Looks like you're not famous enough. Putting on a show will only cause trouble …"
When Fang Xing saw this person, he immediately became angry and shouted, "Old Heretic, charge over and kill him!"
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