The Little Devil's shout was like a bolt of lightning flashing across the sky, and a cracking sound spread all around.
For a moment, the world was silent. Whether it was the disciples of the Nimble Sect or the spectating cultivators, they all felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on their hearts. Their expressions were complicated and strange. Some people wanted to say something, but they didn't know what to say. Some people couldn't believe what was happening in front of them and kept rubbing their eyes. There were even some people of virtue and prestige who realized the seriousness of the situation and couldn't help but sigh with complicated expressions.
Did the Little Devil really win?
Was he going to cut off someone's head?
Although they already knew the stakes of the bet, at this moment, the hearts of the cultivators were still heavy!
After all, he was the leader of the Nimble Sect's peak, one of the top five elders in the sect, and was likely to become the youngest Yuanying genius in the Northern Territory. But now, because of a bet, he was going to lose his head to a junior from Nan Zhan?
For a moment, the cultivators found it very difficult to accept this result!
Everyone in the Nimble Sect had ugly expressions on their faces.
Although they had prepared for the bet for a month, they never thought that they would really lose …
What should they do now?
Could it be that they really had to hand over Elder Shi's head?
This was naturally difficult to accept, but if they didn't hand it over, where would the Nimble Sect's face go?
Vaguely, countless gazes quietly looked at Shi Fayin's face. Shi Fayin's face had already turned ashen, his hands were stiff, and cold sweat was dripping down his face. He first looked at the Yuanying Elder who had been knocked over by Fang Xing's small pagoda and was now sitting silently on the altar. The Prayer Beads in his hand were already spinning like a wheel. After a while, he said in a cold voice, "Little Devil, you are full of tricks. Using such a dishonorable method to win against my Nimble Sect doesn't mean that you have any ability. If you really want my head, why don't you fight me fair and square?"
Hearing his words, the cultivators of the Nimble Sect smiled bitterly, as if these words were somewhat familiar!
Didn't the Little Devil say the same thing before they rushed into the array?
But he was rejected by Shi Fayin. Now that the situation had changed, would the Little Devil agree?
"Hahahaha, how shameless …"
As expected, Fang Xing laughed out loud. His eyes lit up, as if he had found a topic that he couldn't have wished for. His little mouth chattered happily, "Casting Seal, you're really a piece of sh * t. You've obviously lost the bet, but you still want me to fight you alone? If you want to fight, that's fine too. First, give me the head that you owe me, and we can fight however we want … "
The Great Golden Crow chimed in. "That's right. It's only right that you pay your debts. Bring us the head first!"
Shi Mui's face turned ashen and he remained silent. His eyes flickered incessantly as he tried to think of a way to escape.
The words of Fang Xing and the Great Golden Crow immediately caused the expressions of all the Nimble Technique Sect disciples to change greatly, and they all shouted out in anger.
"Little Devil, you've already seized my sect's precious treasure, yet must you kill us all?"
"You merely relied on the advantage of a magic treasure to break through the formation. Don't think that you're invincible just because of that!"
"Fellow Martial Brothers, there's no need to talk nonsense with him. Let's charge forward and kill him!"
His anger wasn't small, but it was obvious that he wasn't as confident as before.
When Shi Mui heard Fang Xing's words, he also knew that the matter wasn't going to end well. He was both anxious and angry. He was very worried that after some consideration, the Yuanying Ancestor would kill him in order to protect the reputation of the Nimble Technique Sect. At this moment, he was incomparably regretful. Why didn't he tell the cultivators of the Northern Region about this bet? Now that there were too many people watching the battle, the Nimble Technique Sect couldn't easily step down from the stage.
As his thoughts raced, a trace of ruthlessness rose in his heart. His expression didn't change, and he slowly walked forward as if he was pondering how to answer. However, suddenly, his figure suddenly flashed, and he had already used a teleportation technique. Borrowing the Nimble Technique Sect's formation, he instantly appeared in front of Fang Xing. His awe-inspiring palm directly grabbed downwards, and he fiercely shouted, "The bet before was whether or not my Nimble Technique Sect would be able to keep you here. It wasn't just that you broke through the formation. Now that I've captured you, my Nimble Technique Sect will still win this bet …"
"This bastard, I knew he'd play this trick?"
Fang Xing angrily cursed. The small pagoda in his palm pushed forward, and it suddenly expanded several times. It was like a shield, and it just happened to block in front of him.
The pagoda's teeth were harder than black iron, and it was difficult for divine weapons to damage it. Surprisingly, the claw of the pagoda didn't even leave a mark on it. Instead, the pagoda's strange light flickered, and he seemed to have lost the ability to fly. With a muffled roar, he fell back into the formation.
Seeing this scene, not to mention the surrounding cultivators, even the disciples of the Nimble Technique Sect were shocked. They knew that even if the claw of the pagoda was able to capture the little demon, the Nimble Technique Sect would lose all face. Raising their eyes to look at the image of the Yuanying ancestor, they saw that the Yuanying ancestor had a desolate expression on his face. He raised his hand towards the void, and a strand of magic power stealthily flowed over, restraining the claw of the pagoda, who was struggling to get up and fight again. He indifferently said, "A loss is a loss. Don't continue fighting. In any case, leave some face for my Nimble Technique Sect …"
The claw of the pagoda was immediately shocked. He turned his head and shouted, "Martial Uncle, you … you really want me to …"
The Yuanying ancestor slowly shook his head. Looking at Fang Xing, he indifferently said, "Little friend, although you borrowed the power of a magic treasure, you did succeed in breaking through the formation. Even if we were to fight again, this old man doesn't have the confidence to block that magic treasure. So, even if you win today's bet, how about giving this old man some face and letting it go? If you're unwilling, my Nimble Technique Sect can compensate you with a few magic treasures! "
"You want to use money to redeem your life?"
Fang Xing faced the dignified Yuanying ancestor, but he didn't show any fear. Gritting his teeth, he sneered and said in a cold voice, "The most valuable treasure of your Nimble Technique Sect is in this young master's hands. What other magic treasure can enter my eyes? Since you've admitted defeat, then don't talk nonsense. Immediately cut off that bastard's head and give it to me. Otherwise, this young master will announce the law to the world and make your Nimble Technique Sect lose all face! "
"You!"
The Yuanying ancestor of the Nimble Technique Sect didn't expect that Fang Xing would be so difficult to deal with. He didn't give him any face at all. For a moment, he was ashamed and angry, and his gaze became malicious. He didn't want to hand over the head of the claw of the pagoda. After all, he couldn't just take back his own magic treasure. Instead, he had to sacrifice a seedling who might become Yuanying in the next few years. After thinking for a while, his old face gradually darkened and he didn't reply.
At the same time, he released a strand of divine sense and transmitted it to the surrounding cultivators of virtue and prestige.
"Hehe, little friend Nan Zhan, this bet was originally deliberately given to you by the Nimble Technique Sect. It's fine if you win, but you'll become famous now. I'm afraid that in a few days, the entire Northern Region will know of the birth of a young heaven's pride like you. Speaking of which, I have to thank the Nimble Technique Sect for fulfilling your good reputation. Why do you have to be so unforgiving? In my opinion, let's just forget about this matter … "
In the void, an old man wearing a light yellow Daoist robe walked forward with a smile and gently advised.
"That's right, that's right. Brat, do you really think that Daoist Master De Zhao of the Nimble Technique Sect can't take you down? Isn't it because he cherishes your life and is afraid that you and the small pagoda will be destroyed at the same time? That's why you took advantage of this loophole. In my opinion, let's each take a step back. As for you, don't mention the head anymore. Return the Gate of Arbitrary to the Nimble Technique Sect, and the Nimble Technique Sect will owe you a favor. How about that? "
A strong man with a fierce-looking face and dressed like a scholar walked out and also advised with a smile.
"When you killed Fellow Daoist Shi's son, he valued peace and didn't look for you to pay with his life. Why are you so ungrateful now? Hehe, the Divine Continent can't be compared to Nan Zhan. If you go too far, it will cause dissatisfaction among the cultivators … "
Another person walked out. In a moment, there were actually seven or eight old cultivators with prestige in the Northern Region who came out to advise.
Fang Xing was dumbfounded when he heard this. He exchanged glances with the Golden Crow, and both of them blinked.
"Why do I feel like I'm full of mistakes the more I hear, and I'm embarrassed to accept this bet?"
The Great Golden Crow also said, "That's right. You're speaking as if they won't take the opportunity to kill you if you lose …"
Both of their gazes were a little strange. They had never thought that people could be like this. Was it true or false so easily?
"Young friend, we also value peace and think on your behalf. After all, you only succeeded in breaking through the formation with the help of a treasure, but not with your real ability. If you leave some leeway now, it might be your chance of survival in the future. You have to think carefully …" A chubby man with a round face and a smile that looked like a Maitreya said with a smile, "Now? Let's just forget about today's matter, shall we? "
"What you said makes sense …"
Fang Xing also lowered his head helplessly and sighed softly.
When the cultivators heard his words, they all smiled and shot meaningful glances at Elder De Zhao of the Nimble Skill Sect. These old cultivators all had deep relationships with the Nimble Skill Sect, so they naturally knew that if they were to use their words to capture this little devil and save his life, the Nimble Skill Sect would definitely owe them a favor and give them generous gifts afterwards. At this moment, looking at the little devil's appearance, it was clear that he was almost at the stage of maturity.
However, the second half of Fang Xing's words caused his expression to change greatly. "Unfortunately, this Fellow Daoist won't work with me. If you're willing to bet, you must accept your loss. Hand over your head!"
"Swoosh …"
The expressions of the group of old cultivators with prestige in the Northern Region all changed at the same time. Their expressions were extremely complicated.
"What a brat who doesn't know when to advance or retreat. I've already taken a step back, yet you still dare to be so stubborn. The head is here. If you have the ability, come and take it!"
The expression of the Nimble Sect's Elder Dezhao also became extremely unsightly. He said in a deep voice that contained killing intent.
"This is f * cking shameless …"
Fang Xing was both angry and anxious. He glared furiously at the Yuanying Ancestor and simply didn't know what to say.
Fortunately, at this moment, someone answered for him, "There's no need to defend. If someone owes him something, it's the same for me as an elder to take it!"
Following that clear and bright shout, a green and a white figure descended from the sky. The green figure had his hands behind his back. He was a middle-aged man with a pair of white manes and an unparalleled elegance. The woman was a tall and slender young beauty with an appearance that could topple the world. She carried a small child in her arms. As soon as these two people appeared, the surroundings immediately fell silent. Everyone slightly backed away to show that they didn't dare to offend them.
These two people were naturally the Dragon Monarch and Dragon Lady.
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