The Makshin Valley was not as beautiful as the Vermilion Cloud Valley, but it appeared to be quaint and solemn, with strict order.
Rows of ancient pine trees covered the valley, and a bluestone path extended into the depths of the valley. Vaguely, there was a murderous aura spreading in the valley. It was the Evil Weapon that had been forged by the predecessors of the Makshin Valley for thousands of years in this valley. After all, although there were many magic weapons forged in the Makshin Valley, a large part of them were flying swords or other kinds of weapons. They were forged for killing, so they naturally contained Evil Qi.
At this time, it was already night, and the valley was extremely quiet. The bright moon hung high, and the birds were not startled.
"Mu Yong-young, you shameless bastard! Master Fang is here to collect the debt from you!"
Suddenly, Fang Xing's roar shook the entire valley, breaking the silence in the valley. Countless people poked their heads out of their caves to have a look.
"Who are you? Why are you looking for Senior Brother Mu Rong? "
Someone who was closer to Fang Xing asked.
"It's none of your business to collect the debt from him!"
Fang Xing walked directly to Mu Yong-young's cave residence. When someone asked, he turned back and scolded.
"Where did this wild boy come from? How dare he come to the Makshin Valley?"
The disciple was furious. Seeing that Fang Xing was young but arrogant, he wanted to bully him. In addition, as soon as he entered the valley, he disrespected the outstanding disciple of the Makshin Valley, Mu Yong-young. There was no need to be polite, so he directly attacked. His figure swept over like a wild goose. Halfway, his flying sword flew out of his sleeve, like a silver light, and stabbed straight at Fang Xing.
"Get out of here!"
Fang Xing struck back, and the Nine-snake Golden Flame Sword came out with his fingers.
"Dang!" The two swords collided. The disciple only felt a surge of energy. Not only did it knock his flying sword away, but it also affected the spiritual energy in his body. Suddenly, his chest felt stuffy, and he staggered back.
"Mu Yong-young, where are you hiding, you bastard? Master Fang is here to collect the bet from you! "
Without stopping, Fang Xing put away the Nine Serpent Golden Flame Sword and headed straight for Mu Yong-young's cave dwelling.
The rest of the Makshin Valley disciples looked at each other in dismay. Fang Xing was able to repel a spirit formation fifth layer disciple in their valley with a single strike. They didn't dare to underestimate him and couldn't guess Fang Xing's cultivation.
"Could it be that Senior Brother Mu Rong owes someone a gambling debt, and they're waiting at the door to ask for it?"
The Makshin Valley disciples secretly guessed and did not dare to obstruct him at will.
As for Qin Xing 'er and the group of inner disciples who were waiting to watch the show, the more they watched, the more moved they became. They even blushed with shame!
"Although this kid doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, I have to admit that he's too fierce!"
"He really broke into the Makshin Valley to ask Senior Brother Murong for the bet. How fierce! This way, Senior Brother Murong's reputation will be ruined! "
"Although he looks crazy, he has enough strength to support it. Damn it, the rumors in the sect say that this kid is at spirit formation fourth layer, but it doesn't look like it. Could it be that the rumors are wrong? This kid is actually at spirit formation fifth layer, or even sixth layer?"
Everyone was guessing, but Qin Xing 'er's face was filled with helplessness.
Back in the Purple Bamboo Forest, she already knew that this kid was crazy. She didn't expect that after three years, he had become even crazier.
At this moment, Mu Yong-young was secretly regretting in his cave dwelling. Why did he gamble today? The twenty Medium Spiritual Stones were the result of his hard work in completing a Class-B Talisman, and a year's worth of his family's output. He had originally planned to use them to refine a cauldron of Purple Qi Pills to improve his tendons and marrows.
After all, three months later, the assessment to enter the Heavenly Worship Hall would begin. He had already signed up, so he must get in.
The Azure Dragon Jade Flame Saber that he had bought and the Innate Purple Qi Pill that he was preparing to refine were all prepared for this matter. However, he did not expect that because of such a meaningless battle, he would suddenly lose twenty mid-grade spirit stones …
"Damn it, it's all that Shen Hujun's fault. Usually, he looks quite decent, but I didn't expect him to be so useless …"
Mu Yong-young was secretly hating in his heart. "And that arrogant kid, he caused me to lose twenty middle grade spirit stones. Sooner or later, I'll get it back from you …"
Just as he was thinking about how to deal with that kid, a sudden scolding outside the cave startled him.
"Mu Yong-young, you bastard, where are you hiding? Master Fang is here to collect the bet! "
Mu Yong-young's face changed. He quickly stood up and rushed out of the cave.
An unbelievable thought arose in his heart, "Who is so bold to bully me like this? Could it be that kid?"
Outside the cave, under the moonlight, he saw a skinny youth shouting loudly as he walked over. The youth just happened to walk to his door, and the two people's eyes met. Who else could it be but the little demon who had made the bet with Shen Hu Jun?
"Who is so rude as to make such a racket in my Makshin Valley?"
Mu Yong-young's face was so gloomy that it almost dripped water. He raised his eyebrows and asked sternly.
Fang Xing naturally saw Mu Yong-young coming out of the cave. Looking at this person's face, he was the person who greeted Shen Hujun on the way to the valley below the Flying Stone Peak. He looked quite extraordinary, so it should be him. Only such a noble guy could afford to buy a magic tool worth a hundred middle grade spirit stones.
"Hey, you bastard, you must be Mu Yong-young. You've obviously lost the knife to me, but you're running away with it. Do you have any shame? Give me back the knife, or I'll beat you into a pig's head! "
Fang Xing raised his voice and shouted. He stretched out his hand confidently with a serious expression.
Mu Yong-young saw that his voice was so loud that almost all the disciples in the Makshin Valley were alarmed by him. They craned their heads to look in his direction, and his heart almost burst into flames. He shouted, "Nonsense, when did I bet with you?"
Fang Xing pointed to the entrance of the valley and shouted, "Qin Xing 'er is at the entrance. Didn't you bet with her?"
Mu Yong-young gritted his teeth and said angrily, "What does it have to do with you?"
Fang Xing shouted, "She placed the bet on my behalf. If you lose to her, you lose to me. If you go back on your word, you'll go back on your word!"
Mu Yong-young clenched his fists so hard that they made cracking sounds. He just didn't want to be known as a "reneger" in the Makshin Valley, so he gritted his teeth and explained, "I've already settled the debt with her and gave her ten middle grade spirit stones. If you don't believe me, you can ask her. You don't know anything, but you came to my Makshin Valley and made a fuss. Do you really think that the Makshin Valley can't punish you?"
At the end of his words, he couldn't restrain his anger. He wanted to put a label on him and then teach Fang Xing a lesson.
"Ah, Senior Brother Mu Rong, you're wrong to say that. When did I agree to give you ten spirit stones in exchange for your knife?"
A faint voice sounded. It was Qin Xing 'er, seeing that there was no way to resolve the situation, so she decided to clarify things.
She understood that with this little brat causing such a fuss, even if she went into hiding, Mu Yong-young would still hate her. After all, she was the one who had made the bet with him, so she couldn't escape. She might as well clarify things so that she wouldn't end up in a bad situation.
Mu Yong-Young's face immediately darkened when he saw Qin Xing 'er. He said sinisterly, "Qin Xing' er, I've already given you twenty middle grade spirit stones. What more do you want? It's best not to be greedy, or you'll end up attracting trouble! "
A sliver of displeasure flickered in Qin Xing 'er's eyes as she said, "Senior Brother Mu Rong, don't you dare threaten me. The bet I placed earlier was on behalf of Junior Brother Fang. Speaking of which, it's up to the two of you to decide how you want to settle the bet. I'm not going to bother myself with it. I'm here to return the ten extra Spiritual Stones. I won't bother myself with anything else!"
As she spoke, she threw a storage pouch over. Inside were ten middle grade spirit stones, and she turned to leave.
In order to stay out of this matter, Qin Xing 'er had taken out ten of her own middle grade spirit stones and returned them to Mu Yong-young. She even handed over the storage pouch.
Mu Yong-young was speechless. He was so angry that his body began to tremble, and he almost wanted to draw his sword and hack this woman to pieces.
"Haha, you have nothing to say now, right? Return the money. Ah, no, bring me the sword! "
Fang Xing laughed loudly as he once again reached out his hand to collect the debt. He would not rest until he got his hands on it.
"You've gone too far!"
Mu Yong-young was on the verge of losing his mind. His eyes were ablaze as he let out a loud roar and flew down from the cave entrance. His long hair and large sleeves danced in the air as he waved them, causing an embroidered box to fly into the air. As Mu Yong-young chanted a secret chant, the box suddenly exploded, revealing a huge saber. The saber was nine feet and five inches long, with a coiling Azure Dragon on it. The back of the saber was inlaid with golden flames, and its blade was as bright as autumn water.
"You want my saber? Let's see if you're qualified!"
Mu Yong-young yelled as he grabbed the saber with a wave of his hand. With a flip of his body, he slashed down from the air.
"Huuu …"
A strong gust of wind swept across the ground. Before the saber even landed, a deep crack had already appeared on the ground.
Fang Xing yelled as he controlled the Nine Serpent Golden Flame Sword to fly into the air and block the attack.
"Hum …"
The saber struck the Nine Serpent Golden Flame Sword, but it only slowed down for a moment before continuing its downward slash. Fang Xing used the Nine Serpent Golden Flame Sword to block the attack for a moment and dodged the saber. He only felt a sharp pain on his cheek from the strong wind caused by the saber. When he looked at the Nine Serpent Golden Flame Sword again, he saw cracks like a spider's web. Of the nine arrays inside, seven had been destroyed.
"Good saber! I'm taking it!"
Fang Xing was almost split in half, but he was excited. He shouted and rushed toward Mu Yong-young.
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