"You want a territory?"
The hall fell silent for a moment. Then, a strange smile appeared on Zhu Xiu's face. It was a mixture of disdain and mockery. No wonder this little devil had suddenly barged into the meeting hall and shamelessly said that he wanted to reason things out, then asked about military achievements. The reason was that his ultimate goal was no different from that of the Great Wilderness Mountain. He felt that the situation in the Hundred Break Mountains had been decided, but he had ended up empty-handed, so he had come to reason things out. The cultivators could understand his feelings, but when they actually did it, they still felt …
"Ridiculous!"
Someone in the hall sneered. "What do you think a land of fortune is? You can get it just by asking for it?"
The person who spoke was a youth that didn't seem to be very old. He wore a Daoist crown on his head and a crane robe on his body. He sat on a praying mat in the hall with a disdainful expression. Furthermore, there was unconcealable hatred in his eyes when he looked at Fang Xing.
"Who are you?"
Fang Xing looked at the young man and asked with a frown.
"I am Li Xuanyang, a true disciple of the Pure Yang Path from the Northern Region of the Divine Prefecture. So what?"
The young man raised his head. Even in the face of the incomparably fierce Fang Xing, he refused to back down.
"So it's him …"
When the surrounding cultivators heard this, many of them nodded to themselves.
Many people knew about the grudge between Fang Xing and the cultivation world of the Northern Region of the Divine Prefecture. Back then, in order to avenge his master, he had forced his way through the ten formations of the Pilgrimage Mountain, from the first formation all the way to the tenth. He had killed countless true disciples of the various orthodoxies and clans in the Northern Region. In the end, even the divine child of the Pure Yang Path, Song Guichan, had been knocked off a cliff and exposed his demonic cultivation. As a result, the Pure Yang Path had no choice but to give up their treasure and suppress the peerless genius whom their sect had placed high hopes on in the back of the mountain. They had not let him out even until now.
In the end, he had even snatched the Pilgrimage Cauldron and escaped, causing chaos in the Northern Region. Fortune had been scattered, and it had not recovered even after ten years.
This deep hatred could be said to have been buried deep in the heart of Zhu Xiu of the Northern Region, and he would never forget it.
After Song Guichan was suppressed, Li Xuanyang of the Pure Yang Path was a successor that the Pure Yang Path had spent countless efforts and ten years to groom. It was said that he was also a peerless genius and his potential was not inferior to Song Guichan's. Since he had inherited the fortune of the Northern Region of the Divine Prefecture, he naturally did not have a good impression of Fang Xing. Perhaps he had been thinking about taking back the Pilgrimage Cauldron and restoring the prestige of the Northern Region.
When the two of them met, it was quite interesting.
Let's see how he deals with it!
"Northern Region of Divine Prefecture?"
When Fang Xing heard this, he seriously pondered for a while. Then, he said in surprise, "Not all of your people are dead yet?"
"You …"
When Li Xuanyang heard this, he immediately frowned in anger. He suddenly stood up and shouted at Fang Xing with his sword in hand, "Demon, you killed the cultivators of the Northern Region and stole our treasure. This hatred is absolutely irreconcilable. The tens of thousands of cultivators of the Northern Region want to kill you with their own hands. Sooner or later, we will kill you with our swords and take back the treasure of the Pilgrimage Mountain …"
"Then why don't they come? No one is going to pull their legs?"
Fang Xing replied lazily, as if he didn't care at all.
Li Xuanyang was infuriated and shouted, "If not for the fact that you have disappeared for the past ten years, you would have been killed by the cultivators of the Northern Region!
"It's not like I've disappeared. I'm standing right here. Why don't you come?"
Fang Xing sneered and placed his hands behind his back, as if he was looking down on Li Xuanyang.
"You …"
Li Xuanyang was so angry that he could not speak. His face had turned purple from anger.
"What about you? Now that I see you, I know that the cultivators of the Northern Region are all dead. Otherwise, how could it be your turn to enter the Devil's Abyss?"
Fang Xing spoke slowly and unhurriedly, but each word struck the heart and just happened to stab Li Xuanyang's sore spot.
"I … I will kill you right now and restore the reputation of the cultivators of the Northern Region …"
Li Xuanyang was a hot-tempered person, but this was also a flaw that could easily occur when one cultivated the Pure Yang Dao Technique to great success. If one cultivated to the level of Song Guichan or the Pure Yang Dao Master, the fire will would be restrained, and the whole person would become deep and reserved. Li Xuanyang obviously had not reached this level, otherwise he would not have been unable to resist mocking Fang Xing the moment he saw him. At this time, he was competing with Fang Xing in terms of verbal skills, and after a few words, he was enraged. His eyes were bloodshot, and in an instant, he raised his sword and attacked, charging forward.
"Whoosh!"
This sword strike seemed to have summoned a fire dragon in the hall. It traversed the void and wanted to pierce through Fang Xing's chest!
"As expected of Song Guichan's successor. The old monsters of the Pure Yang Sect spent countless efforts to nurture him. At such a young age, he has already reached the late stage of the Gold Core Stage. This sword strike has even deeply grasped the essence of the Pure Yang Fire Intent.
The surrounding cultivators were all ordinary people, so they could naturally tell that this child was extraordinary with a single glance. They could not help but exclaim in admiration.
In the hall, there were already people who were interested. They wanted to see the result.
With Fang Xing's status, winning against this child would not be glorious, but if he lost, even if it was only by one move, he would not have the face to live in this world.
Facing Li Xuanyang's explosive sword strike, Fang Xing still had his hands behind his back and did not even look at it.
He watched helplessly as Li Xuanyang's sword stabbed into his chest. His eyes were filled with killing intent, but Fang Xing still did not move.
However, a person behind him moved. No, it was a donkey!
The green donkey wore silver armor, and its four hooves stepped on a golden light that was like a cloud of fire. With a swoosh, it charged over from behind Fang Xing, turned its head, and its butt was facing Li Xuanyang. After that, its two hind hooves kicked out with a whoosh. The strength was so strong that it was actually not inferior to the attack of a top expert in the Golden Core realm. In practically an instant, it fiercely stomped on Li Xuanyang's chest, directly trampling this young and vigorous genius to the point that countless bones in his chest shattered. With a muffled groan, he flew straight out, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
"Hmph, any kind of person wants to challenge my master?"
The green donkey spoke in an extremely disdainful manner. "If you want to see the true Buddha, you have to go through me, Donkey Fang!"
"Wow …"
For a moment, the hall was in chaos. Many people were so shocked that their eyeballs fell out!
The successor of the Pure Yang Sect's Song Guichan was actually kicked away by a donkey?
This motherf * cking donkey had not even transformed yet …
Some people were speechless. Why did the donkey call the devil?
Could it be that the devil had accepted a donkey as his disciple?
"Good disciple, you did well!"
Just as Zhu Xiu was shocked, Fang Xing patted the donkey's head with a comforting look.
"Eh … Hehehehe, it's because you taught me well, Master …"
The ferocity of the green donkey disappeared. It shook its head and tail in front of Fang Xing like a pug …
This kind and filial look of a master was really disgusting …
"Fellow Fang has accepted a good disciple …"
A woman's voice sounded faintly. It was Tea Tea Fairy. When Li Xuanyang was kicked away by the green donkey, she had reached out to catch the young man. However, when Li Xuanyang saw that it was a donkey who had kicked him away, he was so angry that he fainted. As the Goddess of the Yin Spirit Path and an ally of the Pure Yang Sect, Tea Tea Fairy did not show any anger at this time. She only asked faintly …
"Wahaha, it's alright. This disciple is very filial …"
Fang Xing laughed but transmitted his voice to Tea Tea Fairy. "You helped me before, I owe you a favor …"
Tea Tea Fairy also transmitted her voice. "Wufang, I don't like this person. Next time, find a chance to deal with him …"
Fang Xing was a little speechless. He glanced at Tea Tea Fairy and thought to himself, No wonder she did not stop Li Xuanyang from attacking me!
"Hehe, now, does anyone still have an opinion on my territory?"
Fang Xing once again turned to look at Zhu Xiu in the hall and asked fiercely.
This time, no one dared to speak. Those who were lacking in ability saw that even the donkey under his command was so extraordinary, and the group of demons and ghosts that followed behind him didn't seem to be kind people, so how could they dare to offend him lightly? On the other hand, those who were capable would conduct themselves with dignity and wouldn't jump out to make things difficult for him for no reason. After all, there weren't many people in this world who would work hard for no gain …
If there had been anyone who had doubted whether Fang Xing was qualified to enter this meeting hall, no one had any doubts now.
The green donkey had kicked Li Xuanyang away. In fact, it was also showing off for Fang Xing. Now, it had become imposing.
Many people, after hearing Fang Xing's words, had already secretly looked at Young Master Fusu, who was on the high platform.
Those who were trying to fish in troubled waters to gain more benefits understood that Fang Xing seemed to be asking General Red Embellishment and Zhu Xiu in the hall, but in fact, he was aiming at Young Master Fusu, Yuan Buyu, who was also from the Yuan family.
After all, Yuan Buyu originally had ten mountains in his hands, but they were all taken over by the Yuan family!
In this slightly awkward atmosphere, Young Master Fusu did not raise his eyebrows. After a long while, he opened his eyes indifferently and glanced lazily at Fang Xing. Then, he gently waved his hand and said, "You go out first. I will look for you later!"
He looked like an adult chasing away a naughty child!
"I am here to reason things out. If it doesn't work, I will not go anywhere!"
Fang Xing sneered. He simply took two steps forward and looked at General Red Embellishment. "Based on my military achievements, do I deserve a territory?"
General Red Embellishment answered resolutely, "You deserve it!"
Fang Xing immediately asked, "What about my territory?"
General Red Embellishment answered even faster, "Anyway, it is not in my hands!"
Fang Xing immediately scolded, "Then which bastard has it?"
General Red Embellishment turned to look at Young Master Fusu and laughed bitterly. Then, she sat down and drank gloomily, not answering.
Fang Xing smiled and nodded. "Oh, so it is in … this person's hands …"
The atmosphere suddenly became extremely awkward …
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