The things that Fang Xing had sent over were all thrown out by Hen Tianqing. That fake man seemed to hate Fang Xing to the core, and he was not someone that Fang Xing could handle. He had become a laughing stock in the Heaven Hating Clan. However, now that Fang Xing was going to deal with him personally, he was not afraid that she would run away. Perhaps, he would have to let the Heaven Hating Clan witness Master Fang's way of picking up girls …
"Master Xing, where are you going?"
As he walked along the road, he was still scheming in his heart. Suddenly, a soft and clear voice rang out from the side.
Fang Xing turned his head. The source of the voice was a huge slaughterhouse, and the smell of blood was extremely strong. In this filthy place, he did not notice that there was a little girl in a purple dress squatting there. She had just finished watching the process of a Fire Rhino being slaughtered, and only then did she get up with a smile and walk towards Fang Xing. She looked very young, and she was none other than the youngest daughter of the Heaven Hating Clan's leader, Hen Tianning.
Fang Xing had long known that this girl was a little eccentric, and it was interesting to see her with his own eyes. He did not show it on his face, and said with a smile, "I'm going to take a look at the young master and send something to him. What are you doing here, Second Missy?"
Hen Tianning heard this and sized up Fang Xing with a pair of indifferent triangular eyes. Suddenly, she asked, "Why didn't you send me off?"
Fang Xing chuckled and said, "You've already sent a gift to Second Missy, haven't you?"
Hen Tianning heard this and sneered, "Then why didn't you ask me to send it over and over again? Why didn't you say that you would send it to me personally? Why did you give that beautiful flying sword to her instead of me? " Suddenly, his figure approached Fang Xing like a bolt of lightning, and a dagger that was like a bull's horn was pressed against Fang Xing's throat as he said in a low voice, "I want as much as you give her!"
"The Heaven Hating Clan Leader's daughters are all lunatics …"
Fang Xing was a little speechless. She was not afraid of Hating Tianning. With her little strength, she could not threaten him. If there were not so many people around, he would have slapped her. He just pretended to be honest. He blinked his eyes and pretended to be very honest. He said, "She hasn't taken the thing I gave her yet. So, shouldn't you return the thing I gave you before?"
Hen Tianning did not expect him to say that. Unlike the other worshippers, her triangular eyes flickered and she suddenly burst into laughter. She retreated to her original spot and put away her horn dagger. She said sweetly, "Look at how scared you are. I was just kidding!"
Fang Xing said in his heart, "Which eye of yours sees me afraid?"
On the surface, however, he giggled and said, "Second Miss, you can continue to watch. Another day, I'll catch a big one and slaughter it for you!"
As he said that, he turned and left. Hen Tianning said from behind, "That red dragon of yours is so beautiful. It must look good when it's killed …"
Fang Xing's body stiffened. He turned back and smiled. "I guess it thinks you're beautiful too. It must be crispy to eat!"
After exchanging a few words, Fang Xing had already gone far away. Hen Tianning, on the other hand, giggled behind Fang Xing's back and said to himself, "Looks like he's quite interesting. It's just that he's not as good-looking as Young Master. How dare he snatch Young Master from him with such looks? Hmph, she's overestimating herself. But … should I help her? If she snatches that tomboy away, Brother Young Master will be mine … "
Fang Xing muttered to himself as he walked toward Hen Tianqing's courtyard. He had no doubt about the Heaven Hating Clan's current attitude. It was only now that the feeling of them watching him in the dark gradually disappeared. In the past two months, he had been very careful. He knew that someone was watching him in the dark. It seemed that the Heaven Hating Clan was not at ease with the newly recruited worshippers.
His current position in the Heaven Hating Clan was also due to the red dragon. During this period, there would be people visiting Fang Xing's courtyard every now and then. They would approach the red dragon with a look of worship. Fang Xing sneered in his heart. He knew that this group of people were actually proficient in the art of taming beasts. They wanted to find out the secret of him taming the red dragon.
If one day, the Heaven Hating Clan really had the ability to tame the red dragon, Fang Xing believed that his position would definitely plummet.
This was also the reason why he was determined to deal with the young lady. The red dragon was his advantage. Taking advantage of the Heaven Hating Clan's confusion, he would first gain a foothold in the Heaven Hating Clan or find an opportunity to enter the Secret Pavilion.
As he thought about this, he had already arrived near the courtyard where Hen Tianqing lived. Seeing that there was no one nearby and that there was no one watching him, he shouted, "Young Mistress, I, Lao Xing, have come to give you a treasure …" As he spoke, he prepared to kick the door open and barge in. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He immediately turned around and stared behind him.
Behind him, a cloud of light black fog surged over. After the fog brushed past, a person was already standing behind him.
Fang Xing's heart was a little scared. This person came without a sound and was as fast as lightning. If it wasn't for his extraordinary Divine Sense, which allowed him to detect a breath of time in advance, wouldn't this person appear behind him like a ghost and he wouldn't even be able to detect it?
He didn't know what this person was thinking just now, but he actually approached him so silently.
"You are the new guest, Xing Fang?"
Fang Xing's heart trembled slightly. He didn't speak, but the voice of the person in the black fog sounded clearly. It was a man who looked to be in his thirties, wearing a long black robe. He was unusually handsome, but his expression was as cold as the edge of a knife. Looking at this person's cultivation, Fang Xing was even more shocked. This person wasn't old, but he had actually already formed his Gold Core.
Generally speaking, those who formed their Gold Core before the age of a hundred were already extraordinary. However, the person in front of him was clearly not the kind of person who was a few hundred years old. He was only using the power of his cultivation to maintain his youthful appearance. Because if that was the case, even if he could maintain his age, it would be difficult to conceal the vicissitudes of life between his brows. Looking at this person's appearance, he was as handsome as a knife with hidden sharpness. He was no more than fifty years old.
"And who are you?"
Fang Xing looked at the person in front of him with some vigilance.
As soon as this person appeared, he wanted to approach him without a sound. Anyone would be displeased if it was him.
As a cultivator, if someone approached him without him noticing, it was the same as having his life in the other person's hands.
The black-robed person ignored Fang Xing. He looked at him indifferently, then walked up and knocked on the courtyard's door. Suddenly, a scream rang out from the courtyard. An angry voice shouted, "Get lost, get lost, I don't want your treasure …"
It was Hen Tianqing's voice. She must have heard Fang Xing's voice just now, but she immediately exploded and did not even open the door. She had already been lectured by her father many times in private. He told her not to be so cold to this new consecrator in the clan, and even wanted her to apologize. However, this caused her to hate Fang Xing, and also faintly fear him. She did not even want to see him.
When Fang Xing heard this, he was completely unaware of it. He looked at the black-robed man and said, "Did you hear that? He told you to get lost!"
The black-robed person looked at Fang Xing expressionlessly. He did not even bother to reply. He said softly, "Little Sister Qing 'er, it's me!"
"Brother Young Master, you're back?"
A surprised and pleasantly surprised voice suddenly rang out from the courtyard. A gust of wind blew, and the courtyard door opened. The person who appeared was Hen Tianqing, who had been confined for two months. She was now dressed like a girl, and her hair was not combed properly, but was lazily tied up. When she saw the black-robed person at the door, she let out a squeal and threw herself at him.
Seeing that the two of them were about to hug, Fang Xing suddenly shouted, "What are you doing?"
His shout was earth-shattering, and it shocked both Hen Tianqing and the black-robed person. The two of them, who were about to hug each other, froze and looked at Fang Xing at the same time. One was furious, and the other was frowning.
Fang Xing glared at the two of them and said sternly, "Don't you know that men and women should not be intimate? Why are you hugging in broad daylight? "
"It's none of your business!"
Hen Tianqing's face turned purple. She had only thrown herself at him because she had not seen her Brother Young Master for more than two months. Of course, being hugged by this man was something that she had always dreamed of. In the strictly guarded Guixu clan, she would not have dared to do such a thing. She did not expect that such a good opportunity would be ruined by this bastard's shout.
"I don't care?"
Fang Xing looked like a husband caught in the act of adultery. He was both embarrassed and angry, and looked like he wanted to fight it out. He said angrily, "I was watching from the side, and you two were about to hug each other. If I didn't care, would the two of you be sleeping together on the streets?"
Hearing him speak so rudely, Hen Tianqing was so embarrassed that she was on the verge of tears. In her heart, even though she hated Fang Xing, she had always felt that he was an honest and cowardly person. However, she had not expected that after not seeing him for two months, this bastard would change so much. The moment he opened his mouth, she was so angry that she almost fainted. Unfortunately, her tongue was not as good as Fang Xing's, so she could not say a word.
At this moment, the black clothed young man whose brows were covered in impatience and couldn't be bothered to take Fang Xing seriously had no choice but to speak, and the pressure on his body was released abruptly as an expanse of ghastly aura swept towards Fang Xing like tidewater. Shockingly, it was the pressure of the Golden Core Realm. At the same time he released his pressure, he took a step towards Fang Xing and said with a ghastly voice, "You're being so rude before Little Sister Qing 'er. Are you courting death?"
Faced with the threat of a Golden Elixir, Fang Xing would not take it lightly no matter how bold he was. With a swoosh, he retreated a hundred feet and became wary. However, he showed no fear as he pointed at the black-robed man's nose and scolded, "What? Do you want to fight? "
The black-robed man was slightly taken aback. He recalled what he had heard when he had just returned to the tribe and immediately understood why Fang Xing was not afraid of him. He laughed coldly and said, "I heard that you relied on the fact that you have a crimson dragon by your side to become a high-class worshipper?" His gaze was full of mockery. He had already guessed that Fang Xing wanted to summon the crimson dragon to deal with him, so he looked down on him.
However, Fang Xing also laughed coldly. "Is there a need for me and Da Gouzi to deal with a little bum like you? Do you dare to fight one-on-one? "
Hen Tianqing was enraged and scolded, "Little b * stard, how dare you speak to Brother Young Master like this …"
"You shut up. I'll deal with you after I sleep with you!"
Fang Xing pointed at Hen Tianqing's nose and scolded. He then looked at the black-robed man. "I'm asking you. Do you dare to fight one-on-one?"
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