"Let me see what good stuff you have!"
Fang Xing lowered his head and searched Shen Hujun's body for a long time. Finally, he took out his storage pouch and poured it on the ground. His eyes immediately widened. He's really rich. This round thing with a hint of red and purple, it must be mid-grade spirit stones, right? There are actually more than twenty of them. I've struck it rich. I'll put it away. What grade is this flying sword? It actually looks even more handsome than the Nine Serpent Golden Flame Sword? I'll put it away.
Damn, there's even a robe. It's cold to the touch and as smooth as water. It's said that it can repel dust and is impervious to fire and water, as well as swords and spears. Even if it's a little too big for me, who cares, I'll still put it away.
Not long after, all the good stuff in Shen Hujun's storage pouch had been picked out by Fang Xing …
He didn't go too far either. He even left a few low-grade spirit stones for him!
After picking out these things, Fang Xing raised his head with a smile. Suddenly, he saw that the surrounding people were dispersing and immediately raised his voice to shout, "Motherfucker, don't go …" The sudden shout startled everyone. They all stopped in their tracks, waiting to see what he was going to do. Fang Xing turned to Qin Xing 'er and shouted, "Have they all paid their bets? Don't miss a single one … "
Qin Xing 'er said with a smile, "I've already gotten senior brother Mu Rong's twenty mid-grade spirit stones!"
Fang Xing pointed at the disciples who were about to leave and said, "What about these people? I've remembered all their bets. This bastard bet that I wouldn't last three moves, that bastard bet that I wouldn't last ten moves … Motherfucker, and that shorty, that's right, it's you. Don't run, you bet that I wouldn't last even one move, and now you want to run? "
Everyone was speechless when they heard this. This little brat actually remembered everything. Isn't he too vengeful?
At the same time, everyone was speechless. They thought to themselves, We didn't bet with you, so why should we give you the stakes?
Laughing coldly, the crowd continued to disperse. Among them, the shorty named by Fang Xing said disdainfully, "Are you crazy? Junior Brother Liu and I bet on whether you can withstand one move from Shen Hu Jun. If you can't, then I win. If you can, then he wins. But we both bet that you will lose. In the end, you win. Naturally, this bet is invalid. Why should I give it to you?"
Everyone nodded. Because there were so many of them, they weren't afraid of Fang Xing. Smiling coldly, they turned and left, ignoring Fang Xing.
"Damn it, run away after losing money, no way!"
Fang Xing was infuriated. He suddenly made a grabbing motion in the air and used the Gravity Technique to pull the shorty over. The shorty was shocked and shouted, "I don't have any enmity with you. Do you still dare to hit me?"
Before he finished speaking, his face was punched by Fang Xing. The pain caused tears and snot to flow.
Fang Xing grabbed his storage bag, then waved his hand and threw him away. He directly rushed toward the second disciple.
"This little bastard is crazy. Everyone, let's deal with him together …"
The second disciple saw Fang Xing rushing over, but he wasn't afraid of him. With a roar, he took out his flying sword and slashed at Fang Xing. However, Fang Xing's palm reached behind his head, and the golden Nine Snake Golden Flame Sword rushed out, directly blocking the flying sword. Then, he closed in on the disciple and slammed his palm down. The disciple spat out a mouthful of blood, and Fang Xing slammed him to the ground.
"Give it to me!"
Fang Xing ripped off the disciple's storage bag and kicked him four or five feet away.
"This little brat is crazy. Is he trying to rob us …"
"He's rebelling. Senior and junior brothers … Wa …"
Fang Xing's speed was extremely fast. Like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, he punched and kicked. In a split second, he sent a group of people flying. Among the inner disciples, other than Shen Hujun and the purple crowned man, most of them were spirit formation fourth layer. How could they be his opponent? Instantly, they were scared out of their wits. Those who were beaten were moaning on the ground, while those who weren't beaten had an ashen face and ran away …
"Hey, you bunch of bastards who don't pay up, where are you running …"
Fang Xing shouted and rushed forward, knocking down another two people and snatching their storage bags.
"This little brat is crazy. He wants to rob us. Everyone, split up and run …"
Someone came up with an idea. Those who hadn't been robbed immediately ran in all directions.
Fang Xing panicked. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. At the same time, he shouted to Qin Xing 'er, who was standing in the distance in a daze, "Help me block them …"
Qin Xing 'er did not help him block them. She was simply frightened by his actions.
She had seen people from the Dao Sect beating and extorting others, but she had never seen one person robbing a group of people!
This little bastard is really crazy, right?
Furthermore, where did he get such strength from?
Everyone around him was a spirit formation fourth layer inner disciple, yet none of them could withstand a single move from him. Furthermore, he was just reading some basic spells. In other words, he reached such a terrifying realm just by relying on his instincts and strength?
"Pi pi pa pa pa …"
Fang Xing finally stopped, and very dejectedly sat on the body of a disciple who was lying on the ground crying out in pain.
He felt like a failure. Although he tried his best, there were still a few who escaped …
At this time, his arms were already stuffed to the brim, as if he was pregnant. They were all storage pouches.
On the ground, there were many people lying on the ground. They were screaming miserably and wailing incessantly.
"Fang … Junior Brother Fang … You really robbed this group of people?"
Qin Xing 'er almost went crazy. Looking at the people on the ground, she couldn't believe it.
"I asked you to help me block them, but you didn't. Just now, there were a few who escaped!"
Fang Xing said angrily. He stretched out his hand and shouted, "Give it to me!"
Qin Xing 'er was speechless. She took out fourteen middle grade spirit stones and gave it to him. Fang Xing looked at it and said, "Why did it double?"
Qin Xing 'er suddenly laughed and said, "Makshin Valley's Senior Brother Mu Rong took out a high-grade magic tool to bet with me. He didn't expect to lose to me. He was reluctant to give me the Azure Dragon Jadeflame Saber which was worth a hundred middle grade spirit stones, so he gave me ten more middle grade spirit stones. Based on this, you have exactly fourteen middle grade spirit stones. I didn't lie to you right …"
When Fang Xing heard that, his eyes widened, "A hundred middle grade spirit stones for the Azure Dragon Jadeflame Saber?"
Qin Xing 'er was startled by the light in his eyes, "What's wrong with you?"
Fang Xing directly jumped up, stretched out his hand and slapped her buttocks, and said resentfully, "Prodigal woman, that's a good thing worth a hundred mid-grade spirit stones, how can you just accept ten more spirit stones and forget about it? Take me there! "
Qin Xing 'er was taken advantage of by him again. She frowned and was about to turn hostile, but when she heard Fang Xing's words, she was stunned, "Where to?"
Fang Xing said, "To collect the debt!"
Qin Xing 'er was at a loss for a moment. After a while, she reacted, "You want to go to the Makshin Valley to collect the debt from Senior Brother Mu Rong …"
Fang Xing said, "It's only right and proper to pay back the money you owe. Reneging on a bet and not paying it back is bullshit. These are the words of a saint. Haven't you heard of them?"
"Only your family's saints would say that, right?"
Qin Xing 'er didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Forget it. It's already very rare for Senior Brother Mu Rong to lower his head like this today!"
Fang Xing said, "It's not yours, of course you won't feel bad about it. I have to go, lead the way …"
"I'm not going …"
Qin Xing 'er didn't want to get into trouble.
"I'll go …"
Suddenly, a weak voice sounded from under Fang Xing's butt. It was the unlucky guy he had sat on. It turned out that this guy didn't have any good intentions. After being punched in the face by Fang Xing, his storage bag was stolen, and he was used as a cushion by this little brat. His heart was filled with hatred, but he didn't dare to resist. He prepared to bring Fang Xing to find Mu Yong-Young.
In his opinion, letting Mu Yong-Young deal with Fang Xing was a good way to vent his anger!
"You know the way? Alright, I'll let you take me there! "
Fang Xing glanced at the guy's butt and lifted him up.
The disciple's injuries weren't that serious. He had only been hit in the face and felt a little dizzy for a moment. Now that he was clear-headed, coupled with his desire for revenge, he nimbly jumped up and ran to lead the way …
"Is this little brat really going to find Senior Brother Mu Yong-Young? Is he tired of living? "
The disciples lying in the valley gritted their teeth and stood up. Even if they had to crawl, they had to see this little brat's misfortune.
The group of people immediately made their way to the Makshin Valley.
Fang Xing dragged the disciple who was leading the way and walked at the front. Qin Xing 'er followed behind him speechlessly. Behind them was a large group of inner disciples with bruised noses and swollen faces. It was a spectacular sight.
Not long after, they arrived at the entrance of the Makshin Valley to the south of the Blue Cloud Sect. The disciple who led the way for Fang Xing pointed into the valley and said, "I don't dare to go in. This is the westernmost part of the valley. The tallest cave abode is there. There's a patch of purple bamboo at the entrance!"
Fang Xing was overjoyed. He casually pulled out a storage bag and handed it to him, saying, "Well done. I'll return your storage bag to you!"
The disciple was overjoyed. He originally didn't have any good intentions, but he didn't expect to receive such a pleasant surprise.
He hurriedly opened it and was dumbfounded. The storage bag was empty except for a broken flying sword.
He immediately put on a long face and said, "There's nothing in here …"
Fang Xing had already reached the entrance of the Makshin Valley. Without turning his head, he said, "Even if there's something inside, I can't give it to you!"
As he spoke, he strode into the Makshin Valley and shouted, "Mu Yong-Young, you shameless gambler, Master Fang is here to collect the debt!"
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