Back when they were outside the sect, Fang Xing was really inconspicuous, so Hou Qing had long forgotten about him. Also, back then, Fang Xing's body was dirty and his face was black. Now his face was white and clean, and with the help of the Demon Spirit Pill, his entire temperament seemed to have changed a bit. Hou Qing had never thought about it, so he didn't recognize Fang Xing.
Now that he heard Liu San's vulgar words, Hou Qing couldn't hold back his anger. His eyes were spewing fire as he suddenly shouted, "Quick!"
From a pocket on his waist, a ray of silver light pierced through the air and pierced toward Fang Xing.
Dang!
Seeing the silver light closing in, Fang Xing let out a roar and also took out a flying sword. His sword collided with Hou Qing's flying sword in the air.
The two swords collided, creating dazzling sparks. Fang Xing was forced back a few steps and Hou Qing's flying sword was also knocked away.
In terms of cultivation, Hou Qing was naturally stronger, but the distance was too far. By the time his flying sword reached Fang Xing, its power had already weakened, so it was easily blocked by Fang Xing's sword.
"Hehe, do you still remember this flying sword? You were the one who gave it to me. Many thanks!"
Fang Xing was also a bit shocked. Hou Qing's flying sword was thirty feet away, but it still caused his body to tremble. The spiritual energy wrapped around the flying sword was clearly scattered. It was clear that Hou Qing's cultivation was much higher than his.
He didn't dare to delay any longer. He put away his flying sword with a cheap smile, waved his hand at Hou Qing, and charged into the depths of the forest.
"Senior Brother Hou, that brat actually escaped. What should we do?"
Qian Tong anxiously asked. Without bait, their chances of killing the Python Withered Toad would drop by at least half.
Hou Qing didn't seem to be in a hurry. He looked at Liu San with a sneer and said indifferently, "Senior Liu San, can you catch up?"
Liu San kept his eyes closed, as if he was sensing something. After a while, he suddenly opened his mouth and said, "No problem. If this brat directly escaped, it would be fine. But he actually stayed on the shore for so long. I can already lock onto his scent. Now we will find a narrow place to cross the river, and then use all our strength to chase after him. This time we will catch him, but first break his legs!"
This kind-hearted old man seemed to have lost all his merciful intentions at this moment.
Zhao Zhi's tragic death seemed to have touched a chord of fear in his heart.
This fear didn't make him merciful. Instead, it made him cruel.
…
"On the way here, that old bastard called Liu San said that before he became a disciple of Taoism, he was originally a constable in the mortal world. He was the best at tracking. I've been on the shore for so long, I believe he has a way to catch up to me?" Deep in the mountains, Fang Xing walked step by step. In his heart, he was quickly calculating how to lure the other party to chase after him.
In the eyes of Hou Qing and the others, Fang Xing was just a child. No matter how highly they looked at him, they didn't think that after he escaped with his life, he would not think about how to escape, but how to kill them one by one.
Regarding their background, Fang Xing had already found out bit by bit on the way here. At this moment, it came in handy.
Liu San was originally a constable in the mortal world. Because he unintentionally helped an elder of Blue Cloud Sect, he was enlightened and was able to enter Taoism. However, he didn't have any resources or aptitude. Therefore, he only managed to cultivate to the third layer of spirit formation after so many years in the outer sect. As for Qian Tong, he was originally a Taoist child and had been in Taoism for eight years.
Thinking about it, they were either old foxes or old foxes of Taoism. None of them were easy to deal with.
However, Fang Xing wasn't afraid at all. Since he was young, he had mixed around with bandits. When it came to experience, he wasn't any less than these few people.
After carefully calculating for a while, he felt that those people should have already crossed the river and were chasing after him. Fang Xing quickly looked around for a suitable place to set up the mechanism.
After running for a while, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound in front of him. It turned out to be a bucket sized hornet's nest hanging on a short tree. These bees had been infected by the demonic miasma in the mountain and had some demonic characteristics. Each of them was as thick as a finger and had a shiny black stinger. With one look, it was obvious that they were poisonous. Fang Xing was immediately happy. These things were exactly what he was looking for.
He took out a set of dry clothes from the Heavenly Abode Ring and changed out of his Daoist robe. Then, he rolled the wet Daoist robe into a ball and tied it with rattan. He carefully went around a small tree next to the beehive. Then, he ran to the side and gently pulled the rattan. The Daoist robe was slowly pulled to the side of the beehive. His movements were very light and slow, so the demonic bees weren't startled.
Then, Fang Xing pulled some leaves and covered the beehive so that it couldn't be seen from a distance of two or three feet.
After finishing these things, Fang Xing deliberately left a few clear footprints in the surroundings. Then, he quickly slipped away.
He didn't slip too far and quickly found a relatively safe place. He hid with an evil smile and eavesdropped on the movements here.
On the other hand, Hou Qing and the others flew along the river. After finding a place where the river narrowed, they stepped onto their flying swords and flew across the river. Then, under Liu San's guidance, they flew in a direction. Not long after, Liu San waved his hand, indicating the two of them to slow down. When they were nearby, he had already discovered that the place where the scent on Fang Xing's body stopped was not far away.
And at this time, he had already seen Fang Xing's footprints, so he was even more certain of his guess.
"Heh, a child, no matter how smart he is, his experience in the Jianghu is still lacking. Although he hid, these footprints …"
Liu San laughed coldly in his heart. Seeing the footprints left by Fang Xing, he felt that Fang Xing was like a ten year old child.
The three of them slowly moved closer. Liu San stretched out his palm, indicating that there was only a distance of five feet.
Hou Qing's gaze turned cold and he secretly took out his flying sword.
Liu San waved his hand and said in a low voice, "If we can catch him alive, we should catch him alive. Otherwise, when we get to the Demon Toad Cave, all the blood will flow out …"
When Hou Qing heard this, he nodded and put away his flying sword.
Liu San motioned to Qian Tong, telling him to go around to the other side and surround and intercept them.
After the three of them stood in position, Hou Qing suddenly shouted, "Little demon, you still want to escape?"
The three of them simultaneously rushed out from their hiding place towards the direction pointed by Liu San. For a moment, the vines were twisted and the grass was thrown into disorder.
"Buzz …"
Qian Tong took the lead and rushed to the place pointed by Liu San. He ruthlessly swept his foot out, but he did not kick anyone. Instead, he kicked a black ball the size of a bucket. While the black ball was still in the air, there was already an explosive sound coming from it. Countless finger-sized black dots flew out from it, madly rushing towards him. Qian Tong did not even have time to react. His body and face were hit several times, and he immediately screamed.
And that black ball was actually a huge beehive, from which black and yellow wasps flew out one after another.
"Not good, we fell into this kid's trap …"
Liu San also rushed forward, and with a glance, he saw Fang Xing's Daoist robe that was rolled up into a ball, and he cried out in alarm.
"Quickly run …"
Hou Qing was very anxious. He pulled out a long sword from his waist and quickly swept it in the air. Sword light swept out like a waterfall, and immediately the black rain of wasps fell down. But compared to the total number of wasps, it was still a lot less. He had no time to think about anything else. He grabbed the mournful wailing Qian Tong and fled. From time to time, he would turn around and use his sword to sweep away the pursuing wasps.
It had to be said that this person's swordsmanship was very good. Such a ferocious wasp was unexpectedly blocked by his sword, unable to get close.
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