It was heavy in his hand, probably no less than 500 kilograms. It was indeed a good saber!
Fang Xing had experienced three years of tempering, his physique had been tempered, and his spiritual energy was pure. At such a young age, he was born with a body full of strange strength. Ordinary weapons were originally not suitable for him, and the various flying swords in his possession all emphasized on the two words' graceful 'and' sharp ', so they were even more unsuitable for him. Now, this Azure Dragon Jadeflame Saber was long and heavy, and when it was used, its might was impenetrable, as if it was tailor-made for him.
Whoosh …
Fang Xing swung his saber and used the "River Treading Dragon Slaying Style" of the common martial arts. It was awe-inspiring and domineering.
"Son … son of a bitch … if you have the guts … kill me if you have the guts …"
Mu Yong-young was defeated by Fang Xing in front of everyone and was trampled under his feet. He was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to go crazy.
At this moment, he was completely disheartened. He really had the thought of seeking death.
"You want to die? Fine! "
Fang Xing sneered. Suddenly, he waved his saber and chopped directly at Mu Yong-young's head.
"Boom …"
The saber was waved, vibrating the air. It actually triggered the sound of thunder, like a thunderbolt streaking across the sky.
Mu Rong was shocked. He screamed and opened his eyes, waiting for death.
He did not expect that this little bastard would really swing his saber at him. Looking at his posture, it did not seem like he was bluffing at all.
The surrounding people were also shocked. The timid ones directly covered their eyes.
"Is he really going to kill someone? This is the Makshin Valley … "
In an instant, this was the only thought that flashed in everyone's mind!
"Enough, stinking brat. Stop!"
All of a sudden, an old voice was heard. A golden straw rope flew down from a mountain peak on the north side of the Makshin Valley. Like a snake, it directly tied Fang Xing up with his saber and pulled him into the air. A black-haired elder flew down from the mountain peak and grabbed Fang Xing's collar. It was none other than the Elder of the Makshin Valley, Iron Like Madness …
With his monstrous strength, Fang Xing was unable to budge an inch under the binding of the straw rope.
"Greetings, Master …"
"Paying respects to Elder Tie!"
For a moment, the disciples inside and outside the valley knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
Only Fang Xing shouted, "Let me go, I knew you were watching from above, I deliberately lured you out!"
Iron Like Madness had a strange look in his eyes. He looked at Fang Xing, who was in his hand, and asked strangely, "You can find out I'm up there?"
Fang Xing said, "After fighting for so long, if you still can't find out, then you don't look like a master!"
Iron Like Madness was speechless. Although this guy's words were not pleasant to hear, they were the truth. In fact, when he and Mo Rongying had just started fighting, Iron Like Madness had already discovered it. Seeing that this brat had actually come to his Makshin Valley to collect debts, he was both angry and amused. He wanted to stop the two of them, but suddenly changed his mind and let them fight anyway.
After all, he had followed Master Bai for more than three years. Although he had not received the inheritance, Iron Like Madness did not believe that Fang Xing had really learned nothing, so he decided to borrow Mu Yong-young's hand to test Fang Xing's strength.
In the end, the result of the test was also somewhat unfathomable.
Fang Xing did not use any strange Taoist techniques to win, but won with his strange strength and clever tricks.
In this regard, it seemed that it could only be attributed to Master Bai's teachings, and not some profound and mysterious technique.
"Elder Iron, this thief robbed all of us! Please redress our grievances!"
Outside the valley, a group of inner disciples rushed in and knelt in front of Iron Like Madness, complaining miserably.
Fang Xing robbed all of them alone, and with their own ability, they could not get back. Originally, they wanted to borrow Mu Yong-young's hand to deal with Fang Xing, but in the end, Mu Yong-young was also defeated. Fortunately, Iron Like Madness appeared, so they could only beg him.
Iron Like Madness was slightly stunned, and said in disbelief, "He robbed all of you alone?"
However, he found it a little hard to believe. This was just too unimaginable.
The disciples cried and complained, "It's absolutely true. Look, our storage bags are still in his arms …"
Iron Like Madness took a look, and immediately did not know whether to laugh or cry. Fang Xing's arms were bulging, and it was indeed stuffed with things, to the point that it could not even be stuffed. There were even a few storage bags half exposed, and they did not look like his own. Speechless, he glared at Fang Xing, and with a wave of his palm, he wanted to return all of these storage bags. It was too outrageous for one person to rob so many people alone.
Fang Xing was anxious. These were all things that he had painstakingly robbed, how could he return them just like that?
However, under Tie Rukuang's hands, even if he possessed a body of monstrous strength, he was unable to break free at all. In a moment of panic, he suddenly recalled something from the past and immediately shouted, "Old man, you still owe me a favor. How can you help them and not me?"
"I owe you a favor?"
Iron Like Madness's hand stopped, and he was stunned. Suddenly, he remembered that he did owe him a favor.
Three years ago, he played chess with Master Uncle Bai, and after a year, he almost lost, but this little guy did not play by the rules, and swallowed one of Master Uncle Bai's chess pieces, which helped him resolve the defeat. At that time, he had even said that he would repay him. However, although Iron Like Madness remembered this matter, he did not expect that Fang Xing would use it to blackmail him, and he was immediately put in a difficult position.
Fang Xing shouted, "You don't want to admit it, either. So your disciple's ability to go back on his words was learned from you!"
Iron Like Madness was furious, and he reached out to slap Fang Xing's buttocks twice, and shouted, "How did my disciple go back on his words?"
Fang Xing said, "I was fighting with someone, and he insisted on betting on the other party to win, and he even bet this big saber. In the end, I won, but he went back on his words, and secretly ran back to the Makshin Valley, and refused to go out. That's why I came to him to collect the debt. And those people, don't be fooled by their pitiful pretense, but they didn't want to admit it after they lost. I had no choice but to collect the money, so don't blame me …"
Iron Like Madness was stunned, and he had some doubts in his heart.
He had always been a gambler, and he often played chess with others. The last time he played chess with Bai Qianzhang, he used his most prized transcendent artifact to bet with Bai Qianzhang. If he won, Bai Qianzhang promised to improve the Green Flame Forging Technique for him, and if he lost, the transcendent artifact would belong to Bai Qianzhang. In the end, when he was about to lose, Fang Xing intervened, and he managed to save his transcendent artifact.
However, he had a rough temperament, and he had always prided himself on being a good gambler. Now that he heard Fang Xing's words, he was a little dissatisfied.
"Is what he said true?"
Iron Like Madness's gaze swept across the disciples.
The disciples did not dare to admit it, and they complained, "This kid is distorting the truth …"
Iron Like Madness shouted, "I'm asking you, did you really bet?"
The disciples were immediately scared out of their wits, and they whispered, "Yes, we did!"
Iron Like Madness glared at them resentfully, and then looked at Mu Yong-young, who had just gotten up. "Did you bet?"
Mu Yong-young hurriedly knelt on the ground again, and shouted, "This disciple knows his mistake!"
Iron Like Madness was speechless, and he shouted to the crowd, "All of you, wait here!"
After saying that, he carried Fang Xing, stepped on the blue cloud, and flew straight to his cave abode on the peak. When he arrived at the cave abode, he threw Fang Xing into the cave, and at the same time, withdrew the Immortal-Binding Rope. Now that Fang Xing was free, he twisted his body in the air, and stood firmly on the ground. He crossed his arms, and smiled at Iron Like Madness. "How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I? I'm here to collect the debt! "
Iron Like Madness looked at the kid speechlessly, and said, "You're really good at stirring up trouble. Master Bai has just gone into seclusion, and you've already stirred up such trouble. What if someone in the sect has bad intentions and wants to punish you for this? How are you going to deal with that?"
Fang Xing thought to himself, 'It's precisely because Uncle Eleven has just gone into seclusion, and his deterrence hasn't disappeared yet. That's why I'm trying to blow this matter up as much as possible to see how the Blue Cloud Sect treats me. Otherwise, once Uncle Eleven's deterrence is gone, I'll be in trouble …'
However, on the surface, he pretended to be indifferent, and said, "Who asked them to renege on my bet? It's only right and proper to repay a debt. Reneging on a debt is bullsh * t. This is a famous saying of the saints. Haven't you heard of it? "
Iron Like Madness was speechless, and he scolded, "Bullsh * t, did your saints say that?"
Fang Xing said, "Confucius said it!"
Tie Ruhuang almost sent this ignorant and incompetent little bastard flying with a kick. It would be strange if Confucius said that.
However, Fang Xing squatted on the ground and poured out all the storage bags in his arms. Then, he quickly emptied the contents of the storage bags onto the ground. He picked up the good ones and stuffed them into his Grotto-Heaven Ring, and those that were tattered or worthless were stuffed back into the storage bag. His movements were very agile, and in just a short while, he had already picked up three or four items, and he threw the ones he had picked to the side.
Iron Like Madness asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
Fang Xing said, "You're an elder, and since they've come to you for a favor, I have to give you face. However, I can't bear to return them directly, so I'll pick out the good stuff first, and then return the rest to them …"
Iron Like Madness didn't expect him to be so honest, and he said speechlessly, "Looks like you're not stupid after all!"
Fang Xing raised his head and looked at him, and said seriously, "I'm giving you face, so you owe me two favors!"
"Get lost, do I need you to give me face?"
Iron Like Madness was so angry that he almost rolled his eyes. He kicked Fang Xing's butt, and scolded, "Idiot, the thing you just threw away is a Great Demon Spirit Bone. It looks inconspicuous, but in the eyes of Talisman Masters, it's a good thing. It's worth more than that broken flying sword …"
Fang Xing was stunned, and he picked up the storage bag again. He looked at it with the Yin Yang God and Demon Mirror, and immediately realized that Iron Like Madness was right. It was indeed a good thing, because there were too many things to pick, and time was tight. He didn't have time to use the Yin Yang God and Demon Mirror to look at them one by one, and could only rely on his eyesight. He almost let go of this good thing, but he was reminded by Iron Like Madness.
"Thank you …"
"You're welcome. Hehe, kid, are you interested in coming to our Makshin Valley?"
"No, I don't want to learn blacksmithing, and there's not even a female disciple here …"
The smile that Iron Like Madness had just squeezed out disappeared again.
He was a dignified Imparting Elder, and it was rare for him to take the initiative to invite a disciple over, but he was rejected?
"Little bastard, you have to come whether you want to or not. How can you refuse?"
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