The confrontation between Fang Xing and the weak disciple quickly attracted the attention of the people around him and laughed for a moment, but the weak disciple also had several good brothers. Seeing that the weak disciple was almost scolded by the disciple with qualifications such as Ding, he was immediately angry. A disciple with a big and round waist pointed at Fang Xing and scolded: "Stupid little guy, just have a clean mouth!"

Fang Xing was not afraid at all, and cursed with his waist, "What's your business, what does it have to do with you? Will he be your lover?"

The weak disciple suddenly felt anxious and tears were almost flowing out. He bit his handkerchief and said to the hairy bear: "Look at him..."

His appearance was like two people having a slight affair, which caused the disciples around him to laugh.

"Hahaha, it's really two rabbits..."

Fang Xing laughed loudly and pointed at the two people and shouted.

The big-skinned and round-waisted disciple blushed, stepped out of the team and walked towards the side with a bad expression.

Fang Xing was not afraid at all and said loudly: "Brothers, these two rabbits look down on our disciples with a level D qualification, especially the dead sissy. They just kept muttering that our disciples with a level D qualification are a waste of spirit stones. Why not go home quickly so that the spirit stones will be given to their level C qualification disciples. Do you think we can tolerate this?"

As soon as this statement was made, many disciples with level D qualifications immediately became angry.

Although they didn't hear this from the weak disciples, the contemptuous look of the Class C disciples was seen in their eyes, and they were already angry in their hearts, and they were attracted by Fang Xing's words. Then they saw the big and round disciples coming out of the queue and walked towards a child in their team with a bad expression. It seemed that they were about to take action, and their anger became even more intense.

"Is the qualification of C? Why don't you judge a Class B if you have the ability?"

"We are also Taoist disciples with the same level of cultivation as everyone else, what can we pretend to do?"

"A group of disciples have entered the inner sect in ten years, and our disciples with level D qualifications may not be much smaller than you!"

For a moment, among the D-level disciples, at least a dozen people shouted loudly, with a strong momentum.

Seeing this, the disciple with a big and round waist suddenly turned pale and he didn't dare to get close.

Seeing this, Fang Xing was proud. Why are you waiting for if you don’t beat the dog in the water?

He immediately shouted: "Big Mao Bear, do you still want to come over and provoke? Do you really think that we are a disciple of Level D to bully? Beat him!"

As he said that, he was about to rush up to fight in a group first, but he was pulled by the fat Taoist who was complaining.

The fat Taoist was really convinced. No matter how you line up, you can argue with others!

And they have to rush to take action, they are just afraid that the world will not be in chaos...

Many of the disciples of Level D were also red. They were young and were in high spirits. In addition, they had just entered the Taoist sect and did not know the depth of the Taoist sect well. When they saw someone taking the lead, they wanted to go up and fight. Anyway, there were many disciples of Level D, which was several times as many as those of the B-level disciples. No matter how hard they fought, they would not suffer any loss.

The people among the disciples such as C suddenly changed their colors and felt a strong threat.

Although they looked down on the disciples of Level D, they believed that in time, their cultivation would definitely be far behind these people.

However, after all, it is a matter of time. Now that everyone has entered the Taoist sect, no one is better than anyone else. If you really want to start, it is hard to say that one-on-one victory or defeat, let alone the number of people is several times that of their own?

Especially the weak disciple, his white face was extremely pale and his eyes were filled with horror.

The large-shoulder and round-waisted Class C qualification disciple had already been scared and returned to the team, sweating all over.

However, just as everyone was about to be unable to contain their anger, an old man in charge of distributing the spirit stones suddenly raised his breath and shouted coldly: "Shut up, don't you want the spirit stones anymore?"

The sound waves rolled, like a river tide, suddenly falling from the sky and rumbled over everyone's heads.

For a moment, the excited disciples immediately became silent, and their legs were trembling.

At this moment, Fang Xing quickly stood up straight, pretending to be an honest man, looking around as if nothing had happened.

Fortunately, after the elder in front suddenly shouted and suppressed the irritable disciples, he did not look for the culprit, but called the next disciple who was supposed to be the spirit stone and continued to distribute the spirit stone expressionlessly.

In fact, they have seen countless such disputes, and many of them are more serious than this.

The Taoist sect has always been ignoring such disputes. After all, for young people, being competitive is not necessarily a bad thing.

There is no fight in a group fight. Any Taoist elder can stop such a thing from happening, and he cannot fight. How can these disciples vent their blood in their hearts?

Of course, it is practice.

After all, no matter what qualifications a disciple has, as long as he has improved his cultivation, he can reach the sky in one step and be admired by others!

After waiting for a while, seeing that no elder came to blame him, Fang Xing suddenly became proud again and winked at the weak disciple's provocation. However, the disciple suffered a loss but was already scared. He just lowered his head and lined up, and the other party Xing's provocation turned a blind eye.

The fat Taoist found that Fang Xing was making trouble behind his back, so he had no choice but to pull him in front of him and persuaded him to restrain himself and not to have conflicts with others if he had anything to do. After all, in the Taoist sect, he still has a heavy behavior in practicing.

Fang Xing provoked for a while, and the weak disciple had already received the spirit stone. Before leaving, he glared at Fang Xing fiercely.

Fang Xing looked at him disdainfully and whispered: "Damn sissy!"

The weak disciple was so angry that his whole body was trembling, but the man like a bear grabbed him and whispered: "I'll want him to look good!"

As he said this, the weak disciple left.

Fang Xing suddenly felt a little bored, but fortunately, it was his turn to receive the spirit stone without much effort.

The elder who distributed the spirit stones glanced at him and suddenly said, "Young man, instead of focusing on arguing with others, it is better to focus on practicing. If you can enter the inner door, someone will naturally change your qualifications!"

Fang Xing was stunned, and then he realized what he had done just now. The elder knew what he had done. Then he smiled and said, "Thank you for your advice. I will work harder and flourish my Qingyun Sect!"

"Good mouth and smooth tongue!"

The elder also laughed, took the Fang Xing wooden sign, checked, and made a registration book, and gave him the spirit stone.

"Junior Brother Fang, listen to me. After receiving the spirit stones later, let's go back quickly. Don't stop on the road, especially your eyes. Do you know? Don't look at others' eyes, even if you are provoked, you will pretend to be unable to hear..."

The fat Taoist also received the spirit stones, and the two left the team. On the way back, he talked and told Fangxing.

"What does this mean?"

Fang Xing rolled his eyes at him.

"Just remember what I said. Can you still lie to you?"

A trace of helplessness flashed in the fat Taoist's eyes, and he stuffed the spirit stone into his arms like a thief, as if he was afraid that others would snatch it away.

Fang Xing was not very interested in it. After all, there were still about twenty pieces hidden in the ring of the cave ring on his body!

On the way back, I saw more and more disciples coming. Some came in groups, chatting and laughing, some came in a hurry alone, and some were arrogant and arrogant, deliberately sacrificing flying swords in front of everyone, and slid on the sword. Every time I swooped through the crowd, it caused everyone to scream and look at them with envious eyes.

Fang Xing sneered at this, just showing off!

When sliding on the sword, it is logical that as long as you have spiritual power, it is enough. If the spiritual power is infused with the flying sword, it will naturally be able to let it rise into the air.

However, this is an extremely magical act. With the cultivation of these outer disciples, they are afraid that they will not fly thirty feet away and their spiritual power will be consumed. It should be noted that even the famous senior sister Lingyun and Xiao Jianming of Qingyun Sect are all white cranes and iron eagles as transportation mounts. Why don’t they use flying swords? It’s just that this method consumes too much spiritual power.

Even Fang Xing himself now has a flying sword on his body. Of course, it's a bit shameful.

What's even more amazing is that some fierce-looking disciples appeared on the roadside from time to time, and their eyes were coldly swept across everyone.

The fat Taoist lowered his head, guarding the method of not looking at others' eyes, and hurriedly walked away with Fang Xing's sleeve.

"What are these bastards always staring at me?"

Fang Xing was stared fiercely by several people along the way, and couldn't help but mutter and scold.

The fat Taoist was shocked and hurriedly lowered his voice: "My good junior brother Fang, senior brother knows you can't stand it, but this is not the time when you get angry. After all, your cultivation is still low. Let me tell you the truth. These people are bullies in the sect, and they are blocking the roadside when they are distributing spirit stones, waiting to pick people and blackmail them. They are eager to have trouble now. If you look at them, they will think you are provoking you and come up to beat you up and snatch the spirit stones away. Who do you want to reason with..."

Fang Xing's eyes lit up and he said in a trembling voice: "Do you care about Taoist sect?"
Chapter completed!