This is too much!
The cultivators who were watching the fight from the small mirror were furious, and their killing intent was rising. Firstly, this guy was too shameless. How dare he pester the Dragon Lady in the middle of the night? Didn't he see that so many of us came here to find a son-in-law? Regardless of our status, we can only stay in the Tianyi Palace and can't even see the Dragon Lady? This bastard went straight to the Dragon Lady's boudoir. Obviously, he didn't care about morality!
Moreover, after being here for so long, he didn't even get to see the Dragon Lady, nor did he get to give her his exquisite gift. He lived here for half a year and didn't even get to talk to her. All his time was wasted. Wasn't this a good opportunity to please her? It seemed that the Dragon Lady was very angry with this bastard. If he captured him for her, wouldn't his impression in the Dragon Lady's heart soar?
There were too many people who had the same idea. Before the Tianyi Palace disciple could make a move, someone had already rushed out and shouted, "Where did this country bumpkin come from? How dare you disrespect the Eldest Princess? I, Dong Baiyun, am here to fight you!"
"Whoosh!"
A black silver spear spun like a dragon. Like a drill, it rolled up waves of water and whizzed toward Fang Xing.
"Damn you!"
Fang Xing was even more ferocious. As he cursed, he slashed out with his hand, and as if there was a huge force on his palm, he directly grabbed onto the black silver spear that was spinning non-stop. The spear that contained an endless amount of power, once it entered his hand, was like a rock that was rooted to the ground, unable to move at all. Behind him, Fang Xing pulled out his palm, snatched the spear in his hand, and smashed it down on his face …
"How dare you seduce my wife …"
"How dare you show off in front of me …"
"How dare you wave around with a broken spear …"
After a series of fierce slaps, the man who stuck out screamed and ran away with his head swollen.
"This little dog is so fierce …"
"That Dong Baiyun is also a famous person. Why is he being slapped as if he is beating his own son …"
When Zhu Xiu saw this scene, his heart sank. Although the scene before him was comical, it also showed that this person was not to be trifled with.
"Your Highness, I'm Xin Jiuhuo from the Cross Ridge Qingyang Monastery. I'll help you kill this thief …"
A man wearing a green hat and dressed like a Daoist priest was the fastest. He shouted and his flying sword was like a rainbow.
"Since when was it your turn? I, Mu Xiaomu of the Withering Flame Cave, am here to help Princess Royal vent her anger … "
"Lad, don't be so fierce. The second generation of the Tingling Snow Guild is here to learn from you!"
"Wow, I'm here. I'll pinch you to death …"
The Divine Land was indeed the Divine Land, it was not intimidated by Fang Xing's ferocious aura. For a moment, seven or eight figures rushed out, either wielding their celestial devices or casting spells, and approached Fang Xing eerily. There were even more people who were eager to fight with Fang Xing, their eyes lit up, waiting to fight with Fang Xing. Among them, there were also some cunning people who scattered in the void, ready to take advantage of Leng Zi's celestial device.
For a moment, Fang Xing was surrounded by more than a dozen celestial devices and spells, like a fish in a net.
"I'm going to kill today. I'm going to kill all of you bastards who seduce my wife …"
Fang Xing was not afraid and directly rushed up to them. He reached out to the back of his head and pulled out a blood-colored saber from the Grotto-Heaven Ring that he used to tie his hair. He stepped into the void, and with every step he took, there seemed to be invisible ripples blooming in the air. It was as if a phantom of a lotus appeared with each step. When he was halfway, he brandished the Blood-Drinker Saber and slashed out a saber shadow.
"Boom!"
The saber slashed through the air, and it seemed to cut the sky, splashing out a bloodstain.
The four cultivators at the front were clearly attacking from different directions, different angles, and different techniques. But at this time, they seemed to be besieged by Fang Xing's saber. They felt that they were surrounded by saber light, and the spiritual power that they had unleashed with their spells seemed to be sucked away by the void, and they could not control themselves.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
The saber slashed out, but there were four loud sounds, and four splashes appeared in the Little Mirror Lake.
"With just one slash, he defeated these four people. What's his cultivation?"
"He didn't use his full strength in a casual slash. He must still have some strength left!"
"Listening to this person's accent, it's similar to the group of Nan Zhan cultivators who came to the Divine Land four years ago. Is he also a fierce dragon?"
In the midst of the panic, countless onlookers around were shocked and whispered to each other.
In a few small buildings not far from the Little Mirror Lake, there were already a few really powerful auras quietly rising, quietly watching the battle.
"Wa ya ya, don't run if you have guts …"
After slashing down the four cultivators at the front, Fang Xing waved his saber and rushed to the cultivators behind him.
His strength had soared in the Demon Land. Except for the battle at the Demon Emperor Pavilion, he had not fought to his heart's content. But the battle at the Demon Emperor Pavilion made his cultivation rise by four ranks, and he had already entered the Middle-stage of Gold Core. He had not fully comprehended the increase in strength brought by his cultivation. At this time, he had the opportunity, and the more he fought, the braver he became. He slapped the young man in green clothes, and slapped the man in black clothes down. He turned his head and kicked the long-bearded sword cultivator's buttocks, causing the swordsman with fluttering sleeves to scream and fall into the lake …
Even the Dragon Lady was a little surprised at this time. She did not use her true power just now, so she did not test Fang Xing's true ability. At this time, she was surprised to find that in the past four years, the little bastard had not only advanced to the Gold Core Realm, but his strength had also improved tremendously.
From the distance to the Little Mirror Lake, it could be seen the identity, status, and even strength of the cultivators who came to the selection. If they were not strong enough, they were not qualified to live in the place closest to the Little Mirror Lake. After discovering the disturbance here, they still remained calm and did not rush to jump out to show off. However, after Fang Xing slashed down four cultivators with one slash, there was an aura that was tempted.
"This person's strength is really good. Even if he enters the Northern Three Dao, I'm afraid he is qualified to be a true disciple …"
The onlookers were also secretly shocked when they saw the cultivators in the air being slapped down like flies by the young man in gray clothes.
Seeing the fierce state of that guy, some people had quietly retreated and left the battle circle, not daring to continue to fight with him.
Originally, he wanted to show off. If he did not perform well and was slapped into the lake, it would be embarrassing …
"Hehe, a little interesting …"
At this moment, among the several tyrannical auras that had been quietly watching, there was a slight fluctuation.
From the distance to the Little Mirror Lake, it could be seen the identity, status, and even strength of the cultivators who came to the selection. If they were not strong enough, they were not qualified to live in the place closest to the Little Mirror Lake. After discovering the disturbance here, they still remained calm and did not rush to jump out to show off. However, after Fang Xing killed off the cultivators with one slash, there was an aura that was tempted.
"Who else?"
Fang Xing held his big saber and looked at the onlookers. His arrogant aura flared up, and he looked at everyone like a fat sheep.
At this moment, among the cultivators who had just attacked, more than ten of them had been slapped into the Little Mirror Lake by him. The rest did not dare to fight with him.
However, Fang Xing did not seem to be satisfied. Instead, he started to provoke them.
"Who else wants to snatch my wife? Come out, I promise I won't beat you half to death!"
He gestured with his blood-red long saber, his eyebrows furrowed.
The onlookers looked dignified. Although they were all angry, no one stepped forward.
"Haha, since all of you are hiding, then let me show my incompetence!"
Amidst the silence, a soft voice suddenly rang out.
As the voice rang out, a faint light flashed in a small courtyard about a thousand feet away from Little Mirror Lake. It was as if the moonlight that filled the sky had brightened a little at this moment. Then, it condensed towards the small courtyard, turning from nothingness into reality. Layer by layer, it spread down, and in a few breaths, it formed a flight of stairs formed from the moonlight. From bottom to top, it extended into the air.
In the small courtyard, a young cultivator in a white robe with wide sleeves appeared with his hands behind his back. He slowly walked up the stairs. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes, a high nose bridge, and cheeks as sharp as a knife. His face was as beautiful as the moon, and his expression was indifferent but not cold. His temperament was extraordinary but not sharp. He was the kind of person that people would forget about, feel close to, and subconsciously keep a distance from.
"It's Xie Yinghuo, the true disciple of the True God Path in the Northern Region of the Divine Land …"
"The successor disciple of the True Divinity Path has made a move. This guy is in danger …"
"Alas, with these powerful people here, our trip to select a son-in-law will only be the icing on the cake …"
Countless discussions rang out. Some were excited, some sighed, and some were so jealous that they felt uncomfortable.
While the cultivators were talking, Xie Yinghuo's expression was calm. He walked up the moon stairs at a steady pace. With every step he took, he seemed to be closer to the bright moon in the sky, and the faint moonlight on his body became brighter. When he stepped into the air, he was like a bright moon. Every thread of his white robe seemed to emit a soft light.
The surrounding discussions had long been suppressed by the invisible momentum of his body. Everyone's mind was captured by him, and they stared blankly at the moonlight.
Around the Little Mirror Lake, there were already countless female disciples of the Tianyi Palace staring at him blankly.
"Is Her Highness the Eldest Princess alive or dead?"
Xie Yinghuo suddenly turned his head and asked politely to the Dragon Lady who was standing on the Little Mirror Lake with a gentle smile.
The Dragon Lady frowned, but still answered, "Just drive him away. There's no need to kill him!"
"I will respect the Eldest Princess's decree!"
Xie Yinghuo nodded and then turned to look at Fang Xing with a faint smile on his face.
However, just as he was about to speak, he was slightly stunned. The wild cultivator who had just made a scene at the Little Mirror Lake had disappeared?
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, suddenly, a black light fell from the sky. It was so fast that the strong wind created by the figure caused a huge pit to appear in the Little Mirror Lake. The lake water directly below was blown to the side by the strong wind created by the figure. Xie Yinghuo's reaction was also very fast. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and raised his hand to make a seal. However, just as the seal was made, the dark figure had already arrived.
"Bang!"
The dark figure stepped forward, but it collided with the seal that Xie Yinghuo had raised high. Even though Xie Yinghuo had condensed all his spiritual power to block the force of the foot, he was still kicked by the violent force of the kick. The moonlight steps under his feet were shattered at this moment, and he fell into the Little Mirror Lake with a splash.
"Damn it, flirting in front of me, do you think I am a light bulb?"
Fang Xing, who had kicked Young Master Xie into the lake, was still angry. He was panting and cursed. He hated this kind of handsome gigolo the most!
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