Using the action of picking up spirit stones as a cover, Fang Xing pulled out the knife and stabbed it. At the same time, he jumped backwards, pulled out the knife, and then stepped forward and punched him hard to hit his wounds, so as not to use his spiritual energy to protect his body and raise the power of counterattack. After all, the person in front of him was a standard double level of spiritual cultivation, and his overall strength was much higher than that of a person with a first-level agility. Even if he was stabbed, it would be terrible to go crazy.

Either don’t do it or do it very well. Fang Xing grew up under the indoctrination of this concept since childhood.

Even though Senior Brother Liu had a second level of spiritual cultivation, he felt severe pain in his lower abdomen and weak body after being hit by this punch.

"Senior Brother Liu, how about this filial piety?"

Fang Xing smiled, turned around and came to Senior Brother Liu's back, and kicked him in the back.

Senior Brother Liu fell to the ground and wiped the gray face. The wound on his abdomen was torn by this action and the pain suddenly became even more severe. He bent up like a big shrimp, covered his stomach with both hands, and blood flowed.

"Little bastard...you...dare...snatch me?"

Senior Brother Liu gritted his teeth and cried, looking like a tough guy, and he didn't say anything to beg for mercy.

"Just that alert, I also learn to be a robber?"

Fang Xing sneered and prepared to search to see if there was anything good on this person.

But at this moment, the senior brother Liu quietly stuffed his arm into his arms, and he deliberately shouted: "Little bastard, I admit defeat today, but don't think... I'll be sure to eat..."

"Junior Brother Fang is careful..."

Suddenly, the fat Taoist exclaimed, and in his direction, he could see the movements of Senior Brother Liu.

Fang Xing sneered "hey" and suddenly pounced on him. The dagger in his hand raised and nailed the arm that Brother Liu wanted to raise to the ground. Brother Liu screamed and a small sword fell with a clang in his hand.

The small sword is about a foot long, with some exquisite runes engraved on it, which looks very extraordinary.

"Sure enough, I don't cry until I see the coffin. I still want to sacrifice the flying sword to hurt me?"

Fang Xing sneered and kicked Senior Brother Liu twice in the stomach. Senior Brother Liu screamed in pain.

He is also a tough guy, but this little bastard is too dark to take action and keeps greeting him on the wound.

No matter how hard the pain is, I can't stand it.

Fang Xing picked up the small sword on the ground, looked it up, and stuffed it into his arms. He had just identified it and found that it was actually a flying sword with seven magic weapons. This is a good thing and is suitable for him to use. Although the Nine Snake Golden Flame Sword is much better than this flying sword, it consumes too much spiritual power and cannot be used easily.

"Junior Brother Fang, return the sword to him. This was chosen by the Taoist sect from the magic weapon pavilion when he worshipped in the Immortal Sect. This is not allowed to be robbed. If you take it in a desperate situation, the elder of the Taoist sect will definitely come to punish you..."

Seeing this, the fat Taoist hurriedly persuaded Fang Xing in a low voice.

Senior Brother Liu heard his words and gritted his teeth and shouted, "Fatty... You are cruel... Joining with such a little boy... I plot against me... After I recovered from my injury, I will definitely take your life..."

When the fat Taoist heard this, his face was shocked, as if he had expected Senior Brother Liu's future crazy revenge.

Thinking of this, his whole fat face turned dead gray.

"It's really ridiculous. Do you think I'll give you a chance to revenge?"

Fang Xing smiled coldly when he heard this, and the small sword in his hand was slashing around Senior Brother Liu's neck.

"You...you dare...kill me...can't you?"

Senior Brother Liu was shocked, but he still held his arms around and shouted.

The fat Taoist was also shocked and subconsciously pulled Fang Xing's sleeve.

He was really afraid that the little devil would kill Senior Brother Liu in anger. According to his knowledge of him, this little devil could not do such a thing, but the Taoist sect is a Taoist sect, not a Demon Sect. After killing someone, he was sentenced to imprisonment for one year. That was because the murderer was of extraordinary qualifications and his family was rich. If a Level D disciple without a background killed someone...

Not to mention being expelled from the wall, even losing your life is possible!

At this time, there were at least ten miles away from this forest. An ancient pine tree was as tall as a canopy. Under the ancient pine, two old men were playing chess. One was black-haired and a childish face, and the other was a young man with white hair. The two men had played this game of chess for a month. To be precise, it was already the thirty-third day, and the game was only halfway through.

"How many disciples have you noticed this time?"

The white-haired young man held a black spot in his hand, pondered for a long time, and suddenly asked softly.

The old black-haired man smiled and said, "It's not bad, I have ten A-level qualifications, which is beyond my expectations!"

The gray-haired young man smiled silently and his eyes were staring at the chessboard.

The old black-haired man suddenly thought that the white-haired young man asked him how many he had noticed, so he pondered and replied: "Among the ten A-level qualifications, there are three wealthy families, two children from aristocratic families, and one of them is named Hou Qing. When he entered the school, he had already achieved the second level of cultivation. If nothing unexpected happens, this person should be the first among this group of disciples to enter the inner sect!"

The implication is that among the more than a thousand new disciples who have entered the Taoist sect, he noticed six.

The gray-haired young man still smiled, looked at one place, holding a chess without saying a word.

The old black-haired man smiled bitterly and said, "How many did Uncle Master notice?"

The white-haired young man smiled slightly and said, "One, and I just noticed it!"

The old man's face changed, and his mind swept towards the direction the white-haired young man looked. He immediately understood who the young man was referring to, and hesitated: "How old is this? He is so cruel. Uncle, do you want me to punish him?"

The white-haired young man fell down and placed it in front of the black-haired old man, whispering: "Play chess!"

The moment he made a move, he seemed to take a look into the sky intentionally or unintentionally.

Above the sky, nine hanging coffins floated in the starry sky, standing still, and forever settled the universe. It seemed that the guardian god of this continent seemed to be the sword of the hanging roof...

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"I won't kill you..."

At this time, Fang Xing faced Senior Brother Liu's toughness and said with a smile: "But it will be difficult for you to cause trouble for me in the future!"

He laughed and suddenly his eyes turned cold. The flying sword in his hand pierced and thrust, and a few puffs were pierced on Senior Brother Liu's legs, waist, and arms. Blood immediately spurted out, and Senior Brother Liu howled like a pig.

Fang Xing stood up, looked at the flying sword in his hand, and said regretfully: "What a pity, I can't belong to me!"

After saying that, he threw it into the mountain stream next to him, and he was ding-clang, not sure where he landed.

He squatted down again, stepped on Senior Brother Liu's neck, preventing him from moving. He reached out and touched him, found two spirit stones, and stuffed them into his arms without hesitation. Then he reached out and pulled out the knife nailed to his arm, wiped off the blood on his clothes, put them away, put them away, clapped his hands, and said easily: "Let's go!"

The fat Taoist looked as if he was ashamed, and he followed him tightly, hoping to leave the pig-killing scene immediately.

Fang Xing's skill and calmness in doing these things made him feel a great fear.

"Junior Brother Fang...you won't ruin him, right..."

"It's not so easy to get rid of it. It's just that he's injured and he's slower. It's at least three to five months to walk!"

The fat Taoist was stunned and hurriedly said, "Don't he have to come to take revenge in three to five months?"

Fang Xing smiled coldly and said, "Three or five months later, even if he competes head-on, I will only bully him!"

He was very confident and looked a little arrogant!

However, after hearing this, the fat Taoist could not help but complain.

In his opinion, Senior Brother Liu is a secondary level of agility, so how can he deal with it easily in three to five months?

At this time, on the side of the road, Mao Xiong and the three others were tremblingly trying to slip away, but Fang Xing stopped him.

"Ah, sissy, you are here too, what a coincidence?"

The weak disciple trembled and his legs immediately started to tremble, unable to even walk.

The bear had a bigger gallbladder, barely maintained calmness, deliberately made a blank expression, and said, "We are waiting for someone here, what do you want to do...?"

He pretended to be calm, but his voice could not help but tremble.

Fang Xing smiled, shook off the hand that was pulling his sleeve, held the short knife in his hand, and rushed over with his eight-character steps.

"Stop talking nonsense, hand it over!"

“What to hand in…”

The weak disciple hid behind the Mao Xiong. The Mao Xiong wanted to hide, but the knife had been handed to him.

He said with a pale face, but he still insisted on supporting himself.

"What are you handing over? Don't pretend to be confused. Will you know what to hand over by me if you have some lottery?"

Fang Xing looked fierce and looked at Mao Xiong, as if he was looking for the place to cut the knife.

Mao Xiong was still a little unwilling to give up, but the weak disciple was really frightened. He hid behind Mao Xiong without showing his head, but threw out the spirit stone in his hand and shouted: "Take it quickly. I was wrong just now. I shouldn't look at you, and I will never dare to do it again..."

Fang Xing reached out and grabbed the spirit stone, then tilted his little head and looked at Mao Xiong: "Where is yours?"

"My...you want it too?"

The hairy bear was frightened, and Fang Xing's expression changed, as if he was a little impatient, and he was about to stab him with a wave of the knife.

"Take it...take it..."

Mao Xiong's heart trembled and hurriedly handed over with the spirit stone.

Fang Xing stopped again and looked at the third thin disciple. It was obviously pulled by Mao Xiong and the sissy to help the fist. This time, without saying what he said, the guy obediently handed out the spirit stone, very honest.

Fang Xing threw it in his hand with satisfaction, then glared at him and told the three of them to get out.

Looking at the backs of the three people fleeing in a hurry, Fang Xing proudly said to the fat Taoist: "Wang, this is how the spirit stone comes from..."
Chapter completed!