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Chapter 6 Framing

Wang Zhi and others next to him, and even the two Taoist boys who were running errands with the fat Taoist priest, were shocked by this scene. The Qingyun Mountain Taoist sect was strict, and no matter how strict a Taoist boy beat up an outer disciple? What's more, the outer disciples have cultivated spiritual energy. No matter how weak the physique is, they are not able to get close to each other. As long as the spiritual energy is shaken, the strongest Taoist boy will bounce off.

"Let go of Senior Brother Yu..."

After a while, the two Taoist boys reacted and shouted loudly, wanting to rush over to grab people.

"Who dares!"

Fang Xing suddenly stood up, the spiritual energy in his body shook, and an inexplicable pressure was released.

The two Taoist boys felt a chill and stayed there, timidly and did not dare to move forward.

"Wang Zhi, hanged ghost, little freckles, you tied up these two guys, rat spirit, rogue legs, you two went to the Medicine Office to complain, and said we caught three guys who came to the Lingyao Field to steal medicine in broad daylight..."

Fang Xing coldly ordered, and at the same time, he pulled a handful of spiritual medicine from the spiritual medicine field next to him, and regardless of what it was, he stuffed it directly into the arms of the fat Taoist priest.

"This is not good..."

Wang Zhi and others were so scared that they were trembling, and they hesitated and did not dare to move.

"What are you afraid of? These guys are not from the Medicines Supervisor, and they are not afraid to show off their power and run to the Medicines Supervisor to come and play wildly after being ordered by the Medicines Supervisor. I don't believe in the Medicines Supervisor's people. I have no knot in my heart... By the way, who is, rat spirit, don't you have a golden hairpin? The one who got engaged to your fiancée at home, took it over and stuffed it into his arms. He said that he brought two people to ask us to secretly give him some spiritual medicines. We dare not give it, so they robbed it, and even asked for a bribe..."

"I... OK... can I get my hairpin back?"

After Fang Xing explained the children, they understood and took the ropes and took the gold hairpin.

The fastest-running robe is ready to go to the pharmacy supervisor to file a complaint.

"Slow...slow..."

Everyone turned around and the fat Taoist priest who was beaten to the point of being beaten to the point of being swollen.

He also heard Fang Xing's words. At first he disagreed, but the more he thought about it, the more shocked he became.

Yes, after all, I am not from the Medicines Supervisor. It is a bad reputation and a bad word here. This little bastard falsely accused him of robbing spiritual medicines and others would not believe it. After all, the Qingyun Mountain Taoist Sect is strict and there is no one who dares to rob the spiritual medicines explicitly. This is a public resource of the Taoist Sect and is also a strict order. However, if the people in the Medicines Supervisor really think that they are coming to ask for bribes, it will be a big deal for them.

It is natural for superiors to enjoy the filial piety of subordinates, but they cannot cross the line...

In addition, even if everything was explained clearly, he was beaten by a ten-year-old Taoist boy and his face was covered with blood, and he was tied up like a fat pig and sent to the drug supervision department for disposal, and his reputation in this life was ruined.

Even the senior brother of his own miscellaneous supervisor would feel very embarrassed and would probably hate him.

You must never make a big deal!

The fat Taoist actually caught Fang Xing hunting during his tenure to grasp Fang Xing's roots because he thought Fang Xing would not dare to make a big deal, but who knew that this kid didn't know what fear was. Not only did he beat him up, but he also slandered himself with a daring eye. The Taoist sect was as heavy as a life-threatening spiritual medicine, and he pulled it down as soon as he said he could...

This kid is too fierce and difficult to control. There is no way to go, just bow your head!

The fat Taoist thought it through in an instant, and then hurriedly shouted: "Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings. Everyone is having fun, so don't disturb the senior brothers of the Pharmaceutical Supervisor. Boy, let me get up, let's have something to say..."

After hearing the fat Taoist's words, the Taoist children looked at each other, and there was obviously a big accident.

Only Fang Xing smiled coldly and had guessed the result long ago.

What he said just now was better to say to the fat Taoist priests than to say to Wang Zhi and others.

"Oh, Brother Zhu, it's all my fault. I don't know if you're having fun, you're going to be too hard..."

Fang Xing seemed to suddenly change his face, and helped the fat Taoist up with a smile, and diligently slapped the soil on his body.

"My surname is Yu, not Zhu..."

The fat Taoist sat up and felt moved. Although he had suffered a lot of punches and kicks, he had not suffered internal injuries and could still take action...

He was mainly attacked by Fang Xing just now, so he didn't take action. If he really wanted to take action, he might not be afraid of him.

However, just as his thoughts arose, he suddenly had a dazzled look, and a bright knife pressed against his neck. The cold touch made the fat Taoist priest wake up a little. Fang Xing, whose round and cute little face looked close to the fat Taoist priest, whispered: "Damn fat pig, don't be shameless. I'm not afraid of the gods. If it's a big deal, let's see who will suffer!"

"This little bastard is a lunatic..."

The fat Taoist priest was shocked, and his intention to do something was immediately gone.

"You are cruel. This time, Master Dao admits his defeat. Forever, let's take a look..."

"Hehe, I really have to go and see. Maybe who makes anyone look good? It was only after seeing you that I realized that I can become an outer disciple..."

Fang Xing sneered coldly, and his eyes couldn't help but shock the fat Taoist priest.

He suddenly remembered the scene where he released his spiritual energy but was shaken away by Fang Xing, and his eyes immediately changed.

"You have also cultivated spiritual energy?"

"Yes, it's not difficult. I want to ask you, what is the level of agility..."

The fat Taoist priest closed his eyes in pain and said, "Forget it, why did you get into a little evil star like you? Tell you, the meridians have adapted to the existence of spiritual energy and can allow the spiritual energy to run smoothly for one week. It will be the first level of agility..."

"Depend on!"

Fang Xing was also quite surprised. He thought it was the standard, and his feelings reached a month ago.

This is also the reason why Fang Xing has no experience. In fact, the difficulty of Taoist cultivation lies in the entry and later stages. The early stage is not difficult. Generally speaking, after having spiritual energy in the body, the rest is to adapt their meridians to the existence of spiritual energy. It can be said that it is natural to achieve the first level of agility, so many Taoist children will go directly to Taoist sect to report after they have cultivated spiritual energy.

Because of the terrifying strength of the disciples of the Taoist Sect, Fang Xing thought the cultivation of the Taoist Sect was too terrifying.

Yin and Yang gods and demons can understand magic tricks, spiritual treasures, and others' cultivation, but they cannot understand themselves. This is also Fang Xing's helplessness.

"Get a basin of water to wash my face..."

The fat Taoist priest whispered, his eyes so swollen that he could hardly open them.

Fang Xing then reacted, hurriedly stood up, kicked Wang Zhi who was standing there, and said, "Why are you? Why don't you have any strength at all? Get water to wash your face with Senior Brother Zhu. Who else, little freckles, don't stand there stupidly, put the meat on, and then take out the jars of good wine under Wang Zhi's bed. Today I want to drink and chat with Senior Brother Zhu..."

"My surname is Yu, not Zhu..."

The fat Taoist priest muttered.

The Taoist children seemed to have only gained their souls, and Mumuling went to work as he ordered.

Wang Zhi suddenly reacted after calling the water: "How do you know that there are four jars of good wine hidden under my bed?"

Fang Xing glanced at him and said, "Only three jars are left..."

I despise him a little. I can't hide anything at all, so I can't hide good things under the bed!

Wang Zhi wailed and ran to see his wine.

After washing his face, the fat Taoist priest thought of leaving this nightmare place soon. Fang Xing had already arranged the wine and meat and enthusiastically greeted the fat Taoist priest to sit down and eat and drink together. The fat Taoist priest was almost forced to sit down. He was originally a delicious food, but when he saw the roasted braised rabbit meat and the three jars of fragrant wine, he could not be reserved.

In addition, he also figured it out that this little bastard named Fang Xing was a freak. After only a few days of being a Taoist boy, he harvested all the Taoist boys in the third area of ​​C into little brothers. You must know that each of these Taoist boys is older than him. In addition, this guy has cultivated spiritual energy and reported it to the Taoist sect, and his identity is the same as himself. There is really no need to make a fuss.

He has ruthless methods and is bold enough. No one wants to have such an opponent.

With this idea in mind, the fat Taoist priest was no longer so ugly. After a jar of wine was dry, he had already blew up with a red face, and he had a grip on his back with Fang Xing, looking like he was no different from his brothers.

As for the spiritual medicine that was torn off by Fang Xing, it was planted back into the soil at this time. It depends on luck whether you survive. Anyway, it is not strange that one or two spiritual medicines occasionally die in the field of spiritual medicine. As long as there are a large number, it is enough.

After drinking a jar of wine with the fat Taoist priest, Fang Xing had already found out what he wanted to know, his eyes were bright, and he said thoughtfully: "So, as long as I ring the Qingyin bell next to the spiritual field, I can become an outer disciple?"
Chapter completed!
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