There was a rumble!
The northern gate of the robber's territory was wide open. Inside the gate, there were already robber cultivators blowing long conches and beating large drums. The sound was so loud that it shook the heavens. Inside the gate, Fang Xing, who was dressed in a shabby monk's robe and had short hair that was as long as a sword, swaggered down the mountain with his hands clasped behind his back. At the gate, the three maids of the Yuan Family parted to make way for him. They saw a young man dressed in a red robe strolling over. He seemed to be walking on the ground, but in reality, every step he took left a distance of three feet between him and the ground. He was walking in the air.
This person was unusually handsome, but his temperament was gentle and warm. He had a natural air of nobility that made people not dare to look directly at him, but they also didn't feel that he was showing off. Two long white tassels tied his hair into a bun and then hung on his shoulders, giving him a heroic air but also a sense of elegance and quickness. Many cultivators around him subconsciously held their breath when they saw him.
The divine son of the Yuan family!
Young Master Fusu, one of the Four Young Masters of the Central Region of the Divine Prefecture!
It could also be said that this person was one of the most outstanding young people in the world.
Fang Xing came down from the mountain, and he came from the outside. The two met outside the gate and looked at each other.
However, when their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze, and there were faint invisible ripples spreading.
One was the most famous little devil, and the other was one of the noblest young masters, but they met on such an occasion.
This kind of occasion made people feel strange and secretly shocked.
"Nineteenth Brother, we finally meet …"
After looking at each other for a long time, it was the red-robed divine son of the Yuan family who spoke with a smile, his attitude warm and gentle.
"Hehe …"
Fang Xing also lowered his head and smiled. Then, he suddenly looked up at Young Master Fusu and frowned. "Why am I ranked 19th? Why are you so sure that I'm your brother? You're not deliberately calling me younger to take advantage of me, are you? "
"Uh …"
When the cultivators around heard this, they couldn't help but hold their foreheads.
No one had ever thought that the little devil would want to talk about seniority at their first meeting …
However, they were all full of expectations. The mystery of the little devil's origin had always been the focus of attention of the cultivators in the Divine Prefecture.
If he was really a member of the Yuan family, many orthodoxies would change their attitude toward this little devil.
When Prince Fu Su heard that, he chuckled and said, "If we really count according to seniority, you and I are not of the same generation. Seven hundred years ago, I have to at least call you Little Ancestor. However, you have reincarnated countless times, and the seniority has long been messed up. Naturally, we can't count based on the identity from seven hundred years ago. Since you have successfully reincarnated in this life, and you have the token of our Yuan Clan, then we will treat you as a disciple of this generation. This is something that the Clan Head has done. Before you, there were eighteen direct descendants of the Yuan Clan. You appeared late, and your age is also the best. Isn't it reasonable for you to be ranked nineteenth?"
"What's all this nonsense? What's the situation with reincarnation?"
Fang Xing frowned even more as he listened. He felt that other than himself, everyone else knew about his origin?
"Oh, hehe, then let's talk about seniority in the past …"
Although he didn't understand, it didn't stop Fang Xing from agreeing with a smile. However, his eyes were rolling, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"It seems that you don't know your origin!"
Young Master Fusu knew what Fang Xing was thinking when he saw his expression. He smiled faintly and said, "The person who gave you the token of the Yuan family probably didn't tell you clearly, but it doesn't matter. When the time is right, they will tell you everything. All you need to know is that no matter how your origin changes, and who your birth parents are, it's all a part of the reincarnation cycle. In the end, your source of Dao still comes from the Yuan family. Your current achievements and abilities are all because of the Yuan family's destiny …"
"F * ck!"
Fang Xing wanted to curse when he heard this.
What kind of person was this? Back then, Big Cousin had said that the reason why he could cultivate the Three Heads and Six Arms Demon Form was because of the Beiming Family's bloodline. Now, this guy was saying that the reason why he could have his current achievements was because of the Yuan Family's luck …
… So he hadn't done anything all these years?
But before he could turn hostile, Young Master Fu Su had already waved his hand once more and laughed lightly, "Even if we're from the same clan, we should still show some courtesy when we meet. I've heard that you've been causing trouble every day and snatching quite a few good things. I won't be giving you this gift, but I'll help you deal with a small problem. Just treat it as doing you a favor …" After he finished speaking, he looked to both sides and nodded lightly.
At this time, three people walked over from the other side of the Moon River. One was dressed in hemp robes, while the other two were dressed in white and black robes. The three of them all held a tray in their hands. The one in the middle was slightly bulkier, while the other two were flatter.
The hemp robed elder arrived in front of young master Fusu, and Zi Ying 'er, who was beside him, gently removed the veil.
When the cultivators looked at the tray, they immediately exclaimed softly.
What was on the tray was a head.
When Fang Xing saw this, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn't understand young master Fusu's intentions. That head belonged to a middle-aged man. His face was full of stubble, and his features were resolute. But when Fang Xing looked at him, he clearly didn't recognize him and didn't know what his intentions were.
"This person is called Huangfu Moshi. He is the third elder of the four ancestors of the Nan Zhan Huangfu Family that have wandered in the Divine Prefecture. Back then, he bought your Longevity Sword Talisman at a high price, and the plan to use the Longevity Sword to assassinate you was carried out by him. I spent seventy thousand Spiritual Essences to find out this person's identity, and then used a hundred and thirty thousand Spiritual Essences to buy his Longevity Sword Talisman. With this, his head is now in my hands. Just treat it as the first greeting gift I give you today. The Huangfu Family will definitely not dare to anger you again!"
Young master Fusu's nonchalant explanation caused the surrounding Zhu Xiu to suck in a breath of cold air.
They weren't just surprised that this young master Fusu would spend two hundred thousand Spiritual Essences to deal with one person. They were even more surprised by this person's boldness. The Longevity Sword had always kept the identity of the person who bought the Longevity Sword Talisman a secret, and didn't dare to leak even the slightest bit. Yet, this young master Fusu actually had the means to find out the identity of the Huangfu Family's Third Elder, and then buy his Longevity Sword Talisman. The meaning of blood for blood, and a tooth for a tooth, couldn't be more obvious. Especially with his nonchalant attitude, it sent a faint chill down everyone's spine.
Even Fang Xing was a little stunned. He had fought with the Longevity Sword twice, but he still didn't know who it was that wanted to deal with him …
Young master Fusu wasn't the only one. Another black-robed old man had also brought a tray over. Hong Que 'er lifted the gauze on it, and to the crowd's surprise, there was a bloody palm on the tray. It was crystal clear, and clearly belonged to an expert.
Young master Fusu continued, "This palm belongs to a person named Lu Fengxian. I know he's your enemy, so I wanted to take his head and give it to you. Unfortunately, this person's abilities are quite good, and exceeded my expectations. Even though I set up a sure-kill formation, I only managed to chop off one of his hands, and he escaped. However, the Lu Clan that he belongs to has also received a warning, and I'm sure they won't dare to encroach on the Taishang Orthodoxy anymore!"
"Lu Fengxian!"
When Fang Xing heard this, he couldn't help but raise his brows, and he was a little moved.
The Yuan Family's abilities were indeed extraordinary. He didn't even know where that bastard had escaped to, but this Fusu actually found him without him knowing, and chopped off one of his hands. He even directly warned the Lu Clan, and made them lower their heads and admit defeat …
He couldn't help but look at the third tray, and his eyes flickered.
If the first great gift was the head of one of the Longevity Sword's Mountain Chieftains, and the second great gift was Lu Fengxian's hand, then …
… What was the third gift that he had left for the end?
Even Fang Xing was a little excited. He thought that it would be great if this bastard could bring back the head of the Huangfu Clan's Old Ancestor …
However, Zi Yuan 'er nimbly lifted the veil on the tray. To everyone's surprise, there were two jade deeds inside.
Young Master Fusu nimbly picked up the two jade deeds and walked over with light steps. He said indifferently, "Ten days ago, you recklessly killed the disciples of the Meng Clan and the Han Clan. Although they weren't important figures, they were still members of the Meng Clan and the Han Clan. It's the bottom line for a large clan to not kill anyone. If you didn't kill anyone, no matter how badly you beat them up or what you stole from them, I could bear the consequences for you. Unfortunately, before you even returned to the clan, you've committed a great taboo and killed someone. You've crossed the bottom line. Under such circumstances, even if the clan wants to protect you, they'll have to compensate the other party!"
As he spoke, he walked through the entrance of the stronghold. "I was originally very angry about this matter, but I thought that it's normal that you don't know the rules, so I decided to help you take care of it. Before I came here, I've already talked to the Divine Sons of the Meng Clan and the Han Clan. They can let bygones be bygones for what you've done today, but in return, you'll have to compensate them with two of the ten mountains. These two are the contracts. Just put your seal on them, and this disaster will be resolved. Be content!"
'You want my mountains, and two of them?'
Fang Xing was stunned, and his brows furrowed together in an instant!
The little monk Shen Xiu, Chu Ci, Wang Qiong, and the others were instantly startled. They turned to look at him.
The green donkey, on the other hand, galloped to the back of the stronghold.
Based on their understanding of Fang Xing, they all had a premonition that something was not right …
Sure enough, as Young Master Fusu was walking lightly into the stronghold, Fang Xing suddenly raised his hand and pressed down. A wisp of spiritual light entered the ubiquitous but already submerged formation. In an instant, like water ripples, circles of formation ripples flowed toward the Great Cauldron of Pilgrimage at the top of the mountain, and then flowed down from the cauldron, turning into a layer of purple light that covered the entire mountain …
This sudden scene caused Young Master Fusu to be slightly startled, and he stopped in his tracks.
"Nineteenth Younger Brother, what do you mean?"
He frowned slightly, but still did not lose his composure. He asked calmly.
"First, I'm not your Nineteenth Younger Brother. According to seniority, you have to call me Little Ancestor. This can't be messed up!"
At this time, Fang Xing squatted at the entrance of the stronghold and said with a smile, "Second, when you return to the family, talk about returning to the family. Don't get involved with other things. Other things can be discussed, but if you want my territory …"
As he spoke, his face suddenly turned cold, and he shouted in a low voice, "Shinsyu!"
The little monk Shinsyu seemed to have been prepared. He immediately jumped out, put his hands on his waist, and shouted, "If you have the ability, fight your way in!"
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