Other than Ye Guyin, who was chained up, the other six or seven Nan Zhan cultivators were also brought in by the elders of the Nimble Sect. The seven or eight of them were forced to stand in the air. In front of the Daoist Master who had cast the Daoist Seal, they looked at Fang Xing with grief and indignation. They were considered the most excited group of people among the Nan Zhan cultivators. They had been visiting Fang Xing for the past few days, but they did not expect to meet under such circumstances.
The Daoist Master of the Mystical Peak of the Nimble Sect, who had cast the Daoist Seal, had a smile on his face as he quietly looked at Fang Xing.
Based on his appearance, no matter who it was, this person was a sage-like young man with an extraordinary aura. However, who would have guessed that he was a Peak Lord of the Nimble Technique Sect who was famous for being ruthless and unscrupulous in doing things? Under his calm expression, there were many past events that made people shudder when they thought of them. He was one of the people that should not be provoked in the Northern Region of the Divine Prefecture.
At this moment, he seemed to be certain that he would defeat Fang Xing. His expression was calm, and there was a trace of a smile on his face as he looked at Fang Xing quietly.
Fang Xing did not say anything. He only quietly glanced at the group of Nan Zhan cultivators. Some of these people looked familiar, and some were completely unfamiliar. It was as if he had never seen them before. However, he believed that if they were in Nan Zhan's place, they would definitely be high and mighty geniuses. But at this moment, they were casually captured by someone and used as a prisoner to force him to hand over the treasures that he had taken from the Nimble Sect …
He did not know these people, but he faintly felt a strange pressure fall on his shoulders.
"Fang Xing, you …"
Ye Guyin was silent for a long time, and finally spoke with a trembling voice. But she only called out a name, and could not continue.
When she first met Fang Xing, she was ashamed and angry. She was also surprised that Fang Xing could drink with Dao Wufang of the First Heaven Palace and Xie Linfuan, a true disciple of the Talisman Tool Dao. She secretly admired his ability, and even thought of him as a life-saving straw. But Fang Xing's refusal disappointed her, and she did not know how many times she secretly shed tears. Later, when she heard about the appearance of the Nan Zhan bandit, she finally realized that Fang Xing did not really stand by and do nothing. He was only using his own methods to help the cultivators of Nan Zhan vent their anger.
After that, Fang Xing snatched little Qiao 'er from the Red Makeup House, and at the son-in-law selection ceremony held by the Dragon Lady of the Blue Billows Sea, he defeated many experts of the Dao Defense League in a domineering manner. He even killed the son of the master of the Mystical Peak of the Nimble Skill Sect. It could be said that the Dao Defense League had lost all face, and her hope rose again. She came to visit him several times in order to persuade Fang Xing to give the cultivators of Nan Zhan a glimmer of hope.
But she did not expect that Fang Xing would go missing several times in a row, and now that she saw him again, he looked like this.
At this moment, the way he used the Mystical Mudra seemed to be asking a question for her and the cultivators of Nan Zhan.
They were all waiting for Fang Xing's answer!
This kind of silence was like a shackle, firmly covering Fang Xing's head just like that.
To trade, or not to trade?
"Let's make a bet!"
Fang Xing said without thinking for too long. At the same time, he looked up at the Mystical Mudra with a smile.
Hearing this, Ye Guyin and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
As for the Mystical Mudra, a faint smile appeared on his face.
No matter what Fang Xing said, it was fine as long as he did not refuse to help the cultivators of Nan Zhan. It was a tradition in the world of cultivation since ancient times to propose a bet when something was undecided. In fact, it was within his expectations. As for the bet that Fang Xing had proposed, he did not care about the bet, but whether Fang Xing cared about the lives of the cultivators of Nan Zhan. To him, as long as Fang Xing agreed, it didn't matter if it was an exchange or a bet, he had already achieved his goal.
In his opinion, Fang Xing was like a wild monkey that had fallen into the palm of his Buddha, and there was no way for him to escape.
It was just a bet, so what if he lost?
There were many cultivators of Nan Zhan!
Even the Dragon God at the entrance of the Hall of Dao sighed and shook his head when he heard this.
Seeing this, the First Tianyi Palace Lord, Dao Wuya, turned to look at the Dragon God.
At that moment, the Dragon God was shaking his head. It was obvious that his father-in-law was not satisfied.
"Friend Fang, what do you want to bet?"
Shi Fa Mudra faintly smiled and said, "My Nimble Sect doesn't have an opponent of the same cultivation age as you, so I'm the only one who can accept your bet. However, I'll say this upfront. If you want to bet with my Nimble Sect, there are a few things that must be agreed upon in advance. The Soaring Serpent, our Nimble Sect's sect treasure, the Ruyi Gate, as well as the many vicious beasts you released earlier will all be included in the bet. As for the specifics of the bet, hehe, that will have to be discussed. My body isn't strong, so I'll pass on martial arts!"
Hearing this, Ye Guyin and the others could not help but worry.
No one would have thought that the person who cast the seal would be so cautious.
"Alright!"
Unexpectedly, Fang Xing agreed immediately. Then, he glanced at the crowd of cultivators and said with a smile, "That winged worm, that broken door, the group of ferocious beasts that I once summoned, and even these Dharma treasures on me. As long as you want, you can add them to the wager. As for the content of the wager, there will be no battle techniques, no battle of Dharma treasures, no battle of talismans, and no battle of spells …"
The Mystical Mudra was slightly taken aback when he heard this. He said, "Oh? Then what do you want to fight? "
Fang Xing laughed and glanced at the Mystical Mudra's face. Then, he twisted his body and landed on a nearby mountain peak. He stabbed the Bloodguzzler in his hand into the ground and said expressionlessly, "Didn't you bring these people here because you thought that I would be distressed and that you want to exchange their lives for my treasures? Let's bet on them … "
The Mystical Mudra frowned and looked at Fang Xing.
He was a cautious person and wouldn't look down on Fang Xing just because Fang Xing's cultivation was lower than him, nor would he agree rashly so as to avoid failing miserably. But he was still slightly curious in his heart. Exactly what tricks does this little devil want to play …?
Even the other elders of the Dexterous Sect and the surrounding elders and disciples of the First Tianyi Palace were puzzled.
Under everyone's gazes, Fang Xing said coldly, "You can kill all of these people now. Bet on whether this young master will frown or not! You can grind my bones into ashes or obliterate my soul, but as long as I blink or frown, I'll admit my defeat. Not to mention giving you the ferocious beasts and magical equipment, I'll even kneel on the ground and call you grandpa! "
"Boom!"
This answer was out of the Mystical Mudra's expectation. Even the surrounding cultivators were taken aback. Their eyes were filled with uncertainty.
At the entrance of the Hall of Dao, the Dragon God was also slightly taken aback. Then, he smiled.
Ye Guyin and the others were shocked as if they were struck by lightning. They looked at Fang Xing as if they could not believe what they had just heard.
As for Fang Xing, he looked at the solemn expression of the Dharma Seal being cast and said with a smile, "Hurry up, don't waste time!"
He let out a long sigh and pointed at Elder Zhong Yi of the First Tianyi Palace, who was also dumbfounded, as well as the surrounding disciples of the First Tianyi Palace. Then, he pointed at the Hall of Dao of the First Tianyi Palace and said with a smile, "There are many people watching. Let's be the witnesses. If I win, the Dexterous Sect can forget about these things …"
Although it was a smile, it was overbearing. It was as if he wanted to force the Mystical Mudra to give up.
After a moment of silence, the Mystical Mudra's murderous aura rose. He suddenly moved and appeared in front of Ye Guyin. He clawed at her with his five fingers and shouted, "Do you really think I don't dare to?" However, when his claw was about to grab Ye Guyin's forehead, he suddenly stopped. At the same time, he turned to look at Fang Xing. His pair of cold eyes swept across Fang Xing's face, as if he was looking for a worried expression.
However, there was none. Fang Xing was smiling and his expression was normal. It was as if he was waiting for the claw to land.
Even Ye Guyin did not seem to be worried about the palm that was about to land on her head. She only stared blankly at Fang Xing.
Seeing that Fang Xing did not have any intention to stop or worry, her eyes dimmed. She looked slightly disappointed, but not angry.
"Fang … Fang Xing, do you really want to watch us get killed?"
"Fang … Senior Brother Fang, we are all Nan Zhan cultivators. We should help each other in this evil land of the Divine Prefecture …"
"Little devil, you really used us as stakes. You … you traitor of the Nan Zhan …"
After a moment of silence, the other Nan Zhan cultivators began to shout. Some were indignant, some were furious, some were disappointed, and some were panic-stricken. They had visited the First Heavenly Palace several times in the past few days because they wanted to see Fang Xing. They believed that no matter what the little devil was, he would not do anything to the Nan Zhan cultivators. After all, he had robbed the treasures of various sects, and even challenged the cultivators of the Dao Defense League at the son-in-law selection ceremony. It had already proved that he was not a cold-blooded little devil.
They regarded Fang Xing as the only straw that could save them from their predicament. Therefore, they "let bygones be bygones" and visited him several times. However, at this moment, they suddenly found that things were a little different from what they had imagined …
While shouting, even the Dharma Seal became a little uncertain. The palm that was hanging over Ye Guyin's head did not land on her.
His eyes were fixed on Fang Xing's face, but he did not see a trace of worry on Fang Xing's face. He did not feel the slightest fluctuation of Fang Xing's Divine Will.
Therefore, he did not dare to land his palm, because if he did, he would have accepted the bet. If the little devil really did not care about the lives of these people, the Nimble Technique Sect would have lost the initiative, and they would no longer have a reason to ask for the exotic beasts and the treasures!
Under his astonished and uncertain gaze, Fang Xing picked his nose in an unconcerned manner. His pair of strange eyes swept disdainfully across the face of the man who had cast the seal. He sneered and said, "Are you blind? You actually want to use this kind of method to threaten Little Yan? You motherf * cker, why don't you ask around how many people have chased after me when I was in Nanzhan? F * ck you, kill me. If you don't dare to kill me, you're my grandson!"
There was a dead silence in the air. They were really frightened by his audacity to not care about the lives of others.
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