At this moment, Fang Xing, who was on the mountain, turned his head to look down the mountain. His eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Although he did not see it when he arrived, he already knew that after Curmudgeon Wan Luo passed the seventh formation, he was whipped by the Talisman Tools Path's Divine Son who was guarding the eighth formation. In the end, the old man was almost beaten to death. If not for Li Hongyi's rescue at the last moment, Curmudgeon Wan Luo would definitely have lost his life under the whip.
"He is the Talisman Tools Path's Divine Son after all … Are you planning to kill him?"
Li Hongyi seemed to have seen through his thoughts and asked in a low voice.
Fang Xing turned back to look at Li Hongyi and smiled sinisterly. "I'm not considering whether to kill him or not!"
Li Hongyi was slightly taken aback. He continued, "I'm considering how to beat him to death!"
"Swoosh!"
Li Hongyi's face turned slightly pale. Even Wang Qiong, who was beside her, turned to look at Fang Xing in surprise.
When the surrounding Southern Sight cultivators heard his words, their expressions became slightly unsightly. They looked at each other but didn't say anything.
There was some worry in their eyes. Although they had already killed many people, they were not from the Northern Three Dao after all. Now, the next person to guard the formation was the Divine Son of the Northern Three Dao Talisman Dao and Tools Dao. If Fang Xing really killed him, the consequences would be too severe. If he really angered the Dao Master of the Northern Three Dao and shed all pretenses of cordiality, not to mention Nan Zhan establishing his Dao, even leaving the mountain would be a problem.
Han Ying's eyes flickered. He suddenly said, "If we want to kill him, we have to prevent him from escaping!"
"That's right. If those bastards admit defeat, we won't be able to chase after them anymore!"
"They suffered such a loss when they were fighting against those bastards from the Nimble Technique Sect. It's common for them to go back on their words after losing a bet!"
Two people at the side spoke lazily. It was the Great Golden Crow and Li Ying.
From the tone of these three brothers, they were seriously discussing how to prevent Zhao Changhe from admitting defeat.
Zhu Xiu could not help but glare at them. They were thinking about how to persuade Zhao Changhe, but they didn't want to make things worse …
"Haha, good brother, I have my ways!"
Fang Xing was quite satisfied. He patted Han Ying and Li Ying's shoulders and walked towards the eighth formation with narrowed eyes. However, just as he was about to enter the formation, he suddenly stopped and lowered his head. No one knew what he was thinking. After a long while, he was about to speak but he heard an extremely cold voice from the eighth formation, "Little demon, enter the formation and die!"
Surprisingly, it was the guardian of the eighth formation, Zhao Changhe, who had lost his patience and issued a challenge in advance.
However, Fang Xing raised his head, and a smile flashed across his face. He did not enter the formation, but suddenly turned around and walked towards the back.
His actions caused all the cultivators of South Sight that were filled with ambition and intended to enter the formation with him to be stunned, and they were puzzled by his actions.
Even in the 8th formation, there were muttering sounds. It seemed like the disciples of the Talisman and Craftsmanship Path were furious.
"F * ck your grandfather's son of a bitch. How dare you ask me to go in and die. If you have the guts, why don't you come out and let me slash you? What right do you have to sit there and not move, and this young master has to go in and look for you? Could it be that you, son of a bitch, have turned into a woman when you were shopping in a brothel, and now you don't dare to show yourself? If that's the case, you can boldly admit it to me. I will give you some pig feces and dog feces to eat, and then drown you in a manure pit for three to five months … "
His words were like a string of pearls, rattling non-stop. In an instant, all the cultivators on the mountain and at the foot of the mountain were stunned.
What was going on?
Why was he cursing when he was just trying to break through the formation?
"Slap yourself!"
After an awkward silence, there was also an angry voice in the 8th formation. A thunder whip was formed, and suddenly whipped towards Fang Xing's face. However, Fang Xing waved his hand and wiped off the thunder whip. He rolled up his sleeves, put his hands on his waist, and continued to curse, "You, son of a bitch, are you Zhao Changhe? You are the reincarnation of a bastard, right? You are called Changhe, why don't you be called Zhao Manure Pit? What's wrong? Are you angry? Then come out and hit me if you have the guts. Are you afraid of me? Do you only know how to hide in the formation and pretend to be a coward? I know you have no guts. You have lost the face of the Talisman and Craftsmanship Path, ah … Bah! "
He spat heavily on the ground, and a pit was formed.
He was too shrewd!
Compared with those Divine Prefecture cultivators who usually only knew how to scold "little devil", "little beast", and "little bastard", Fang Xing was at least better at scolding than a few hundred fat old women!
In the 8th formation, the Divine Son of the Talisman and Craftsmanship Path, Zhao Changhe, had already turned blue. He moved slightly and was about to leave the formation.
With one move, he had already discovered a problem.
With his cultivation, he and Fang Xing could not hurt him in the situation where one was in the formation and the other was outside. After all, this little devil was not the old man who was seriously injured just now. Just by looking at his scolding, one could tell that he was full of energy. He cultivated the Thunder Method and had a bad temper. At this time, an unknown anger was ignited in his heart. There was only one thought in his mind, and that was to kill this little devil.
However, the people next to him immediately pulled him back and whispered to him that the bigger picture was more important.
Only then did Zhao Changhe remember that in the 10 Pilgrimage Arrays, those who challenged the arrays had to follow the rules, and so did those who guarded the arrays. One of the rules was that after entering the array, one could not leave without permission. Just now, Song Guichan had been angered by this little devil and could only stay in the 10th formation and attack from afar because of this rule. If he left the array, it would mean that he had admitted defeat.
"Little devil, if you have the guts, hurry up and enter the array to die!"
Zhao Changhe, who could not leave the array and could not control his temper after being scolded, was extremely angry and shouted in a low voice.
"How about I don't enter the array? Who said that I have to enter the array? I just went through seven arrays and am a little tired. Can't I rest for a while? What's the longest rest period? I remember that within three days, you have to go through ten arrays, right? It only took me half a day to get here from the first round. Motherf * cker, let me curse for two more days and two nights first. If I don't make your Zhao Clan's ancestors jump out of their graves today, I won't be surnamed Zhao anymore. I won't have the face to be your Zhao Clan's ancestor anymore … "
Fang Xing put his hands on his waist. The more he scolded, the more excited he became.
"You're courting death!"
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …"
Three consecutive lashes came out of the array, showing the heavy killing intent in Zhao Changhe's heart.
But Fang Xing just waved his hand and easily dissolved the three lightning whips. He wiped his nose, took a deep breath, and continued scolding, "All the men and women on the mountain and at the foot of the mountain, listen up. Do you know how this beast in human skin and the heart of a beast fought with his mistress? This bastard has been bad since he was a child. Today, I will tell you a part of it for free. By the way, this bastard … "
"Changhe, control his anger!"
At the foot of the mountain, the talisman and weapons path path master suddenly raised his voice and frowned, reminding Zhao Changhe not to be angry. Then he shouted at Fang Xing, "Little brat, if you want to break through the array, hurry up and enter. Don't you feel ashamed hiding outside the array and spouting nonsense?"
"Which rule on the Pilgrimage Mountain forbids cursing?"
Fang Xing put his hands on his waist and shouted down the mountain, "Then what about him calling me a little devil? What about him sending me to my death? "
His words made the Dao Master of the Dao of Talisman Dao and Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao of Dao. But it didn't seem like it. He had heard that this little devil also cultivated lightning techniques. Then he should know that those who cultivated lightning techniques, the higher their cultivation base, the more easily they would be affected by lightning techniques. But being angry was not necessarily a bad thing. Instead, the lightning techniques would become more violent.
If that was the case, then the little devil's plan to provoke Zhao Changhe would not work. He should understand.
Just as the Talisman Weapon Path's Path Master lowered his head in thought, Fang Xing continued to curse, "Say, who do you think you are? If you don't have the guts to come out and fight with me, are you going to hide in the formation and let your elders cause trouble for me? You're such a f * cking coward. You might as well go home and hide under your mother's skirt. Otherwise, when I use my lightning technique, I'll scare you until you wet your pants … "
"Enough!"
Inside the array, Zhao Changhe could not hold it in any longer. His voice was like spring thunder, causing the surrounding rocks to rustle and dust to fall.
"Enough my * ss!"
Fang Xing's voice grew louder, and he cursed even more vigorously, "This time, I'm going to curse for two days and two nights. I want everyone in the Northern Region of the Divine Prefecture to know that you were once cursed by me. Everyone who mentions you is a big joke …"
"Swoosh!"
A thought flashed across the minds of countless cultivators.
If Fang Xing's previous cursing seemed a little ridiculous, then his last sentence was something they could not let down their guard.
His reputation was as great as the sky, and people's words were like tigers and wolves.
If he really did that, regardless of whether Zhao Changhe could kill the little devil in the end to vent his anger, it would still be detrimental to his reputation. Especially if someone with ulterior motives pushed him to do so, he would become a joke …
Besides, the little devil's appearance when he cursed with his hands on his waist was really asking for a beating!
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