No one stopped the son of the Han Family, one of the Western Desert's Four Prodigies. No one stopped the three demons from the Northern Divine Mountain either. But as soon as I flashed my signboard, someone came to stop me. Are they looking down on me? The anger in Fang Xing's heart went without saying. He did not even bother to ask for the other party's Taoist name. He immediately ordered the Great Roc Evil King to ram over. Anyone who dared to stop Sir Fang from putting on airs had to die …
The cultivator blocking the way wore hemp garments and a bamboo hat. He was in the third stage of Foundation Establishment, and had arrived relatively early. He was protected by a group of disciples as he waited in front of the basin. He seemed to be keeping a low profile. He only glanced at the son of the Han Clan, one of the Western Desert's Four Heroes. He only glanced at Fang Xing and the three Northern Divine Mountain Fairies, but he didn't take it to heart.
However, as soon as Fang Xing raised his signboard, his eyes suddenly flashed. His figure flashed, and he crossed a distance of three hundred meters. Like a gray shadow, he flew over the heads of the cultivators and blocked Fang Xing's path, his sword pointed at the carriage.
Originally, he had prepared a stomach full of things to say to Fang Xing, but he did not expect that Fang Xing would not even ask, and directly urged the carriage to rush over. The five ferocious Hornless Dragons bared their fangs and brandished their claws, as if they were treating him like a small fly, but it also gave him a fright. The blue sword in his hand moved, and a sword shadow separated from the bottom of his feet, and flew into the air.
"I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?"
The cultivator shouted coldly. The sword in his hand trembled, and in an instant, a blue streak of light pierced towards Fang Xing's face.
It was only a blue streak of light, but it was as if winter had arrived. Wherever the sword light passed, a trail of frost appeared.
"The sword is like frost, the sword is frigid. That's one of the Western Desert's Four Heroes, Han Longzi. When did he get here?"
"I heard that Han Longzi and the Primordial Lotus are close friends. No wonder he wants to block Fang Xiaojiu's path. Is he here to avenge his friend?"
"Two of the Western Desert's four heroes have come. Fang Xiaojiu from the Great Snow Mountain is in grave danger. I heard that the Western Desert Cultivators are hostile to him!"
Among the crowd of cultivators, there were some who reacted quickly. They recognized the identity of the cultivator with the blue sword and began to whisper among themselves.
Not far away, Leng Ziyan smiled and glanced at the disciples of the Myriad Sifting House.
His gaze seemed to be saying, "I was right, right? Once this abandoned piece appeared, it attracted a great enemy. How could it be good to follow him?"
On the other hand, Fang Xing who sat upright on the carriage laughed coldly as well. He didn't dodge or evade, and he instead circulated his profound technique, causing two golden wings to appear on his back. Layer upon layer overlapped to form numerous golden barriers before him, and the blue colored sword light that Han Longzi stabbed out was completely blocked by the sword image before him before silently collapsing into nothingness. It actually didn't have any effect at all, and it seemed to have started strong but ended weak.
"Although Brother Yuan was a bit of a playboy, he was a kind and honest person. To think that he was killed by you. I want to ask you …"
Han Longzi didn't continue after his sword attack had failed. Instead, he shouted coldly, as if he really wanted to seek justice for the Primordial Lotus.
However, after Fang Xing blocked the sword, he flapped his wings and rushed towards him. He had already taken out the one-legged bronze spear in his hand. He swung his arms in a circle and smashed it down fiercely. He shouted, "Ask your grandpa …"
Han Longzi's expression changed, and the second half of his sentence was forcefully swallowed back into his stomach. With a muffled roar, the blue longsword in his hand revolved like a wheel, drawing out circles after circles. Every circle, however, transformed into an ice wheel. In an instant, tens of ice wheels appeared in front of him, layer upon layer, like a gigantic ice lotus, blocking the path of Fang Xing, who was smashing the lance of the one-legged bronze humanoid spear.
"Old Xie, help …"
Fang Xing shouted coldly as he secretly transmitted his voice.
The one-legged bronze spear in his hand smashed down with unstoppable force.
"Peng …"
This rod smashed into the ice wheels that filled the sky, and a cracking sound that made one's teeth ache rang out. The ice wheels that filled the sky were covered in ice, and then shattered one after another. It was as if layers of ice rain were falling from the sky. At the same time, two black smoke quietly rose from the ground, and like a tornado, it pounced toward Han Longzi's back.
Han Longzi sensed the danger behind him, and with a loud roar, he turned around and stabbed. The sword light turned into a cold arc, pressing toward the two hornless dragons that were attacking him from behind. One had to know that these hornless dragons were Ancestor Golden Light's famous magical weapon. The soul of the hornless dragon within the seal was extremely powerful. Han Longzi was someone with some experience, so he naturally knew how powerful it was. In his shock, he focused all his attention on defense.
However, he didn't expect that after the two hornless dragons retreated in a flash, Fang Xing, who was in front of him, smashed his rod down with a smirk.
"Rumble!" The power of his cudgel descended, piercing through the layers of ice wheels. A formless force slammed into Han Longzi's back. Han Longzi clenched his teeth and hastily pulled back his sword to block the attack. Instantly, his figure explosively retreated.
All of these changes happened in a flash. In the eyes of everyone, after Han Longzi stabbed out with his sword, he sternly asked Great Snow Mountain disciple Fang Xiaojiu why he was so ruthless and killed his good friend Primordial Lotus. In the end, Fang Xiaojiu shouted, "Ask your uncle!", and flew up to counterattack, smashing down with his rod. Han Longzi used his sword to block, but was knocked back dozens of feet by the rod.
As for Daphne secretly controlling the two hornless dragons to attack Han Longzi, very few people noticed it.
"Deng!" "Deng!" "Deng!" "Deng!"
After Han Longzi landed, he continuously retreated dozens of feet. His face was pale, and his chest was heaving up and down, as if he was injured.
Fang Xing turned around and flew back to the carriage, holding the one-legged bronze lance with one hand, and sat down on the shaft of the carriage. He had a cold smile on his face, "You ask me why I killed him? Whether that bastard was honest or not, this young master doesn't know, but his mouth is really cheap. This young master doesn't think that killing him was unjust! "
Han Longzi clenched his teeth, and didn't speak. He had just suffered a loss, and his blood and Qi were flowing in reverse. The moment he opened his mouth, he wouldn't be able to suppress it. Furthermore, he could clearly feel that Fang Xing's aura was still locked onto him. Who knows, the moment he opened his mouth, that little brat would attack him, and he would definitely suffer a great loss. Thus, at this moment, he could only tightly shut his mouth, and stare at Fang Xing.
"Do you have anything to say? If not, then scram! "
Fang Xing coldly shouted, and secretly told Daphne to ram him again.
Daphne laughed, and the carriage moved again. Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble. The five hornless dragons bared their fangs and claws, and rammed towards Han Longzi.
Han Longzi was infuriated, and could only dodge to the side. His gaze towards Fang Xing was filled with monstrous killing intent.
"He actually casually beat up one of the four heroes of the Western Desert, Han Longzi, with just one move. This disciple of the Great Snow Mountain is so fierce!"
"Everyone says that he single-handedly destroyed four meridians, and also killed one of the four heroes of the Western Desert, Primordial Lotus, and the Foundation Building genius of the Golden Light Faction, Jin Fu. Looks like it's true. But it's strange, with his strength, why isn't he ranked among the five sons of the Great Snow Mountain?"
"Maybe he's a sharp sword hidden in the Great Snow Mountain. With his strength, he's definitely not weaker than the five sons of the Great Snow Mountain …"
At this moment, seeing how fierce Fang Xing was, all the Cultivators were terrified, and whispered to each other.
And Leng Ziyan, who was hidden among the Cultivators, had an extremely ugly expression on his face. He angrily turned his head away.
Just a moment ago, he was feeling very proud of his wise decision, but now it was like he had been slapped in the face.
So what if he brought out his flag and attracted a strong enemy?
Fang Xing's one move had made Han Longzi, one of the four heroes of the Western Desert, so he didn't even dare to speak. This made him look even more fierce and awe-inspiring.
At this moment, he couldn't help but place his hopes on another of the four heroes of the Western Desert. If the son of the Han Family and Han Longzi joined forces, perhaps the two of them could suppress this servant of the Hundred Beasts Sect. But for some reason, while the battle between Han Longzi and Fang Xing had attracted the attention of countless people, the son of the Han Family sat calmly on the back of the Dragon Horse and didn't even look over.
"What are you looking at? I'll dig out your eyeballs! "
The carriage moved forward and stopped at the edge of the basin. Fang Xing arrogantly looked around and shouted at the Cultivators.
The surrounding Cultivators immediately looked away, not daring to look at him. They only cursed in their hearts, "This little demon is really too arrogant!"
Seeing the gazes of the Cultivators, Fang Xing's heart bloomed with joy. This was exactly the effect he wanted.
In the cultivation world, sometimes you can only rely on having a plan. Today, his plan was quite successful.
In fact, with his strength, if he wanted to deal with Han Longzi, he didn't need to use the power of the Ten Thousand Spirit Flag. But he also knew that among the surrounding Cultivators, there was probably more than one person who coveted him. If he was entangled by Han Longzi, there was no guarantee that there wouldn't be others who wanted to take advantage of him and beat him like a dog in water. Therefore, if he wanted to deal with Han Longzi, he had to defeat him in one move and gain the upper hand with a show of strength.
But if he wanted to take down Han Longzi in one move, only the Millstone of Yin and Yang could do it.
But if he used the Millstone of Yin and Yang, his spiritual energy would be exhausted and it would be difficult for him to deal with any sudden events. Therefore, he secretly informed Daphne to control the two Hornless Dragons to attack him from the front and back. In any case, to him, as long as he could intimidate the surrounding Cultivators, it was good enough. To him, the idea of a hero fighting alone was stupid. Only an idiot would do that.
Now, the effect was completely achieved.
There were hundreds of Cultivators around him, and there were forty to fifty Foundation Establishment Cultivators. Among them, a third wanted to capture him and express their goodwill to the Huangfu Clan. There were also seven or eight people that he had robbed before, and almost all of them didn't like him. However, they were all intimidated by his move to force Han Longzi back. Hundreds of Spirit Formation Cultivators and half a hundred Foundation Establishment Cultivators, but none of them dared to face him.
"So he's the disciple from the Great Snow Mountain who severed four lineages. No wonder he dared to flirt with us …"
At the edge of the basin, a hundred feet away from Fang Xing, the three demons from the Northern Divine Mountain were discussing quietly.
"What? Little Sister Furong, do you want to sleep with him? "
The Eldest Senior Sister in a green dress looked at the Second Junior Sister in a flowery dress.
The Eldest Junior Sister in a flowery dress smiled and said, "Of course I want to sleep with such a man, but it's better to let Junior Sister open the door!"
The youngest demon's face turned red. She kicked the stone under her feet and said shyly, "I can't beat him, so it's not good to force …"
"Hehe, it's fine. As your Senior Sisters, we'll help you …"
The two women in green and flowery dresses giggled and prepared to discuss how to kidnap Fang Xing.
"Hey, look, look, they're smiling at me. I told you I'm so handsome that everyone loves me, right?"
Fang Xing, who had occupied an area at the edge of the basin, saw the three demons from the Northern Divine Mountain staring at him. He excitedly winked at them, then happily showed off to Chu Ci and the green-masked bandit.
"Hmph, three demons who don't know how to behave themselves. Ninth Brother, why are you looking at them!"
Chu Ci couldn't hide her disgust for the three demons from the Northern Divine Mountain.
The green-masked bandit sighed silently and said, "If you knew what they were thinking, I'm afraid you wouldn't be so happy … That's not right, maybe you'd be happier …" At this point, he suddenly paused and looked to the west. He frowned and said in a low voice, "Another powerful one has come. It looks like this opportunity won't be easy to take …"
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