"Who dares to capture my great-grandson?"
Just when Fang Xing's slap turned the sorrowful hero, Little Peng King, into a joke, a roar came from the western horizon. A golden cloud surged over in the sky like the morning glow. Along with the morning glow, a powerful aura fell down as if it was a substance. The roar was more like a clap of thunder, causing the ground to faintly tremble, as if it would collapse at any time.
"Ah … Yuanying, it's the Gu Edge Mountain's Yuanying Ancestor …"
When they heard this muffled roar, all the demon cultivators present here were terrified, and they dispersed in an uproar.
The chief of Fu Sang Mountain's Golden Crow Tribe looked at Fang Xing with an ugly expression. At the same time, he ordered someone to bring out the Demon Immortal Token. If the Gu Edge Mountain's Yuanying Ancestor wanted to punish Fu Sang Mountain, he could show the Demon Immortal Token so that he would not destroy Fu Sang Mountain. However, he couldn't protect this human cultivator, so he could only protect himself …
"Haha … haha … the Ancestor is here, you … you will definitely die …"
Little Peng King, who was about to die, laughed crazily and looked at Fang Xing with resentment.
Fang Xing didn't even raise his head. He just slapped Little Peng King to make him shut his mouth.
"He's finally here. I'm getting impatient …"
Fang Xing looked at the golden cloud and sighed softly. He didn't show any fear on his face.
In the northwest sky, the golden cloud was getting closer and closer. Its power was monstrous, and in a few breaths of time, it had already broken through the layers of clouds and revealed its figure. It was a Golden-Winged Roc that was dozens of feet long. Its body was covered with golden feathers that were like swords, and its sharp eyes looked down from the sky like two rays of sword Qi that could cut open the void. Anyone who saw it would have to bow down and worship it, not daring to look at it directly.
"Who is it? What a big commotion. Are you cursing? "
Just when the monsters bowed their heads and didn't dare to breathe, an old voice suddenly sounded.
The demons looked down and saw a short old man crawling out from the crimson soil of the cliff. He was less than three feet tall, and his face was full of eyebrows. He did not seem to understand the situation. He raised his eyebrows and looked around …
"Damn, why did this old bastard come out at this time?"
Fang Xing was speechless and shouted, "Old thing, it's none of your business. Go back to sleep!"
The one that drilled out was naturally that old treant, Uncle Root. Fang Xing didn't know how this gatekeeper was able to guard the door. He didn't hear the loud movement of the Little Peng King just now, but he was alarmed this time. He drilled out from the soil in a daze. However, Fang Xing was really worried that Root Root would be affected. His old arms and legs might be accidentally killed, so he wanted Root Root to go back to sleep.
"Little bastard, it's you again. Looking for trouble in our Fu Sang Mountain?"
The old tree saw Fang Xing in the sky and immediately became angry. He waved his walking stick and shouted.
Fang Xing was speechless and scolded, "Old bastard, who has the time to look for trouble with you? I'm busy and don't have the time to care about you! "
The old tree was furious and shouted, "Little bastard, how dare you scold me. Come down if you have the ability. Let me give you two good smacks!"
Fang Xing said, "Do you think I'm stupid? Come up if you have the ability. I'll kick you to death!"
The Old Tree Spirit was immediately enraged. He jumped up and was not even half an inch above the ground. He sighed and said, "Dammit, I'm old and can't fly anymore. Little bastard, get the hell down here. Let's see if I, your ancestor, will beat you to death …"
Fang Xing picked up Little Peng King and slapped him on the face. He said, "If you come up, I'll slap you like I did him!"
"You come down …"
"You come up …"
Facing a great enemy, one old and one young, one up and one down, they started cursing at each other. All the demon cultivators in the sky were speechless.
"Human cultivator, how dare you insult a disciple of my Gu Ren Mountain?"
In this short period of time, the Roc had already flown more than ten miles away. Its awe-inspiring gaze had long since seen everything that had happened here. A murderous aura firmly locked onto Fang Xing. From afar, it had already opened its mouth in a cold voice, its voice like a cold sword.
"Aiyo … a powerful one has come. I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep again …"
The old treant seemed to have only just realized the danger at this moment. It let out a dejected cry, and then it plunged into the ground and disappeared.
Fang Xing was speechless. He thought that it was not without reason that this old thing had lived for so long …
"Third Ancestor … Third Ancestor, save me … Third Ancestor, kill him …"
The Little Peng King was already dizzy from being slapped by Fang Xing. He was wild with joy when he saw the figure of the Great Peng and cried out loudly.
"Shut up!"
Fang Xing was annoyed. Suddenly, he gave a backhand slap. This slap was thick enough. It sent the Little Peng King flying several hundred feet away. The Little Peng King crashed into the cliff wall and tumbled down. Fang Xing was very annoyed.
Countless demon cultivators were stunned and didn't know what to say.
Especially the people of Fu Sang Mountain. They didn't understand why this human cultivator would slap the Little Peng King flying after seeing the Gu Ren Mountain's ancestor. Wasn't this the same as throwing his protective talisman to the side? Could it be that he had given up and wanted to die?
After slapping the Little Peng King, Fang Xing stood up and faced the golden cloud. He smiled and said, "Of course it's me!"
Without waiting for him to answer, the roc in the sky had already seen the scene of him slapping Little Peng King away. His voice rolled down like thunder, "Very good, it's really you. It's been a long time since I've seen a cultivator who dares to humiliate my roc clan, especially in front of me. I admire your courage … Do you have anything to say before you die?"
While shouting, it had already pounced down. Its sharp claws were about to tear Fang Xing apart from a hundred meters away.
However, facing this claw, Fang Xing only silently formed a seal. Then, two golden wings suddenly appeared on his back.
With a "chi" sound, each golden wing was ten meters long. It split into two and extended behind his back.
At this moment, the Roc's claws were about to reach Fang Xing's chest. However, after seeing the golden wings, it was shocked and suddenly withdrew its claw. Its body quickly descended and turned into a golden-robed middle-aged man. His hair was slightly white and he was tall. He stood in front of Fang Xing and looked at Fang Xing with a bewildered expression. He shouted, "Who are you? How do you know the secret technique of my Roc Tribe? "
Fang Xing glanced at him and didn't answer. He took out the scarlet feather and gently pinched it before sending it into the sky.
The scarlet feather seemed to have its own consciousness as it lightly flew toward the golden-robed middle-aged man.
"Split-Mouth, you formed the Yuanying Formation and your power is not small. Do you still remember Third Uncle?"
Waves of divine sense came from the scarlet feather, causing the golden-robed middle-aged man to cry out in surprise and kneel down.
From the looks of it, he seemed to want to kneel subconsciously, but he hesitated and didn't kneel right away.
"You insolent thing, kneel!"
Fang Xing suddenly spoke, glaring at the golden-robed middle-aged man and shouting.
With a plop, the golden-robed middle-aged man knelt right away without thinking and stared blankly at the scarlet feather.
The world fell silent.
Be it the people of Mount Gu Blade, the people of Mount Fusang, the scattered daemon cultivators who were hiding to watch the show, or even the scout sent by the Immortal Fox Fairy to monitor the situation, they were all stunned. Some rubbed their eyes so hard that they wanted to gouge their eyeballs out, thinking that they were seeing things. There were also some who smacked their heads hard, thinking that there was a problem.
The scarlet feather was inconspicuous. It was difficult to see it with the naked eye from dozens of meters away. As a result, what they saw was the golden-winged Roc flying over fiercely. It was about to attack Fang Xing, but when it arrived in front of him, it suddenly knelt before him.
The autumn wind was bleak and lonely. The world was silent, and no one made a sound.
Only the scarlet feather emanated divine sense, communicating with the golden-robed middle-aged man.
"Third Forefather, Third Forefather, spare his life … let me … let me kill him with my own hands …"
A furious roar suddenly resounded from the distant mountain stream. Golden light appeared, and it was the Golden-winged Little Peng flying up shakily. He had been slapped so many times by Fang Xing that his mind was muddled, but he did not suffer any external injuries. At the moment, there was still a deep hatred in his heart, fearing that the Third Forefather would kill the human spy directly and prevent him from taking revenge with his own hands. As a result, he rushed over.
Seeing him rush over, Fang Xing smiled coldly and ignored him, only looking at the golden-robed middle-aged man.
Just as the Little Peng King was charging towards Fang Xing like a bolt of lightning, the golden-robed middle-aged man suddenly jumped up and slapped the Little Peng King, who was surrounded by fierce winds, back to his human form with a single slap. The slap even made the Little Peng King kneel down in front of Fang Xing. The golden-robed middle-aged man shouted angrily, "You ignorant thing! You still dare to mess around at this time? Hurry up and greet Little Forefather Fang! "
"Greet … Little Forefather?"
The Golden-winged Little Peng was dumbfounded. Already furious, his eyes were now dazed, and his worldview had collapsed.
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