Are you still looking forward to Fang Xing coming?

The reactions of the monks of Zhenyuan tribe were beyond the expectations of Wang Qiong and others, and they even felt that something had happened to their eyes. When they first heard Fang Xing's name, the monks' fear of being shocked was not pretending, but behind them, looking at their cheerful and excited appearance, it was obviously not fake. What's going on? It can be said that Fang Xing is really famous in the world of cultivation now. Everyone calls him a little devil, and there are even those who are narrow-minded, who directly call him "the rat shit in the world of cultivation". It's fine not to say that everyone is beaten, at least they hide when they see others. If they can't provoke him, why are the monks of Zhenyuan tribe still looking forward to him so much?

Even Fang Xing was stunned. He had never been so popular in his life!

He pulled his arm back a little unnaturally and said shyly: "Brother, if you have something to say, don't touch me..."

The monk from Zhenyuan tribe also realized that he was too close to him, so he quickly took a step back, bowed again, and smiled and said, "I am so excited. Fellow Daoist Fang, no, Zhenren Fang, please come inside, I heard that you have entered the Demon Abyss, we have been waiting for you to come!"

After saying that, he jumped off the toad, passed the seal, and crossed the spirit beast with several other monks and led the way in front.∮,

"Be careful!"

Fang Xing, Wang Qiong and others looked at each other, and remained alert in their hearts.

Although the enthusiasm of these people is not like fake, I have encountered too many opponents along the way, so I still have to be careful.

These monks took Fang Xing directly into a slope, gradually walking into the rune projection land. On the way, they also met many practitioners. They were all dressed in armor and were personally wearing battle formations and distributed everywhere to defend. After listening to the leading monk's explanation, Fang Xing realized that the Zhenyuan tribe entered the Demon Abyss much earlier than other monks, and seized the opportunity in the name of the saint. Most of the monks who rushed in from behind had been led by them to gather together and compete for good fortune.

"Haha, someone has come in again, but I don't know which disciple of the sect it is?"

From a distance, Fang Xing and others climbed in on a toad as high as a hill, and many people appeared and asked with a smile.

Those who led Fang Xing and others in also replied with a smile: "It's a fellow Taoist from Nan Zhan..."

"Haha...Nanzhan..."

Someone subconsciously sneered when he heard this.

Then the monk who led Fang Xing in deliberately added: "...the name is Fang Xing!"

“Ah…”

When someone heard this name, he planted it directly from the tree.

Someone was directly facing the formation. He pulled out his weapon with a "swoosh"...

There was even a man who cursed "****" and ran away after throwing his weapons...

“As for the performance that is so exaggerated?”

Fang Xing rolled his eyes, looking very confused.

The monk who led the guide below looked at each other with his companions, and sighed softly: "As for..."

Someone laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Fang... Forget it, call you Senior Brother Fang. A few days ago, you fought against the Sword of Destroyment of the Sword of the Demon Abyss, and then crippled the supreme Taoist tradition into the Demon Abyss. Besides, there are many rumors in the world that you like robbery the most, but you are very capable. When you meet you, there are few people who can protect your storage bag. Who is not afraid of this bad reputation? To be honest, if you had known that it was you who came this time, I would definitely leave the storage bag in the cave before I came..."

"Yo, so your storage bag is still on yourself?"

Fang Xing's eyes lit up and he looked at his waist.

"Forehead……"

The monk stopped talking and quietly walked away from him.

Fang Xing didn't joke with him. To be honest, at this level of identity and wealth, the storage bags of ordinary monks can not be seen by Mr. Fang. He jokingly said, then asked again: "Why aren't you afraid of me so much?"

The monks looked at each other, and the leader smiled bitterly and said, "Speak up, please ask fellow Taoist Fang to come in and talk to the general!"

When you enter again, you have already entered the rune projection land. The mountains are majestic and the terrain is dangerous. A large river ahead runs across the north and south. The river water is gloomy and cold. You can already feel the evil aura coming from the river. According to the monks, the river is called Taiyin River, which is a river of death in the Demon Abyss. It cannot float up and no grass can grow. Countless dark ghosts float and sink in the river, containing the power of a great curse. Even the Nascent Soul monk will also have a dim body after entering the river.

In front of the Taiyin River, on the cliff, monks set up a large formation and confronted the other side of the river.

Next to the formation, there were palaces, camps and caves nesting on the mountain walls. Countless monks were walking alone or in line, stationed here. Many of them were injured on their bodies, and some were depressed. The whole atmosphere seemed extremely atrophy...

"If it were an army in the world, with such momentum, it would have to be defeated..."

Fang Xing walked along the way and muttered in his heart.

When he was in Guiyan Valley, the uncle came from a military formation. Later, he lost his official position and became a bandit. On weekdays, he often talked about the marching and formation. Although Fang Xing didn't study very seriously, he knew some of them and could see some of the skills of laymen. It was precisely because of his uncle's background that he always had a little like for the military and robbed them on weekdays.

Of course, in the world, bandits robbed the army, which was seeking death. In the world of cultivation, it was very rare to have army formed by practitioners. Therefore, after being in such a long time, he still never had the opportunity to deal with the army.

After passing the gate guarded by ten monks, a palace placed on the hillside was placed along a flat mountain road. The monk who was leading him quickly walked in, stood in front of the palace gate, and heard loudly: "Report to the general, fellow Taoist Nanzhanfang has been invited..."

"Southern Zhan Fang Travel?"

"He is the little devil who is famous in the Four Domains?"

"Shh, what kind of devil isn't a devil? After all, he is from my country, so he is called a devil, not a real devil!"

"I don't know if he can..."

"By his evil name, it should be possible..."

This loud shout also attracted the attention of many people, and they looked at them in surprise and passionate eyes.

Although many people have indelible fear and fear in their eyes, more people are implicitly excited.

"Fellow Daoist Fang is here, Zhao Hongying is in a misfortune and is very happy to welcome him. I hope to forgive him!"

A clear voice sounded. When he looked up, he saw several monks walking out of the palace ahead. The leader was wearing bright red armor and a red giant sword that was almost one of the people was inserted behind him. He was tall and had a clear voice. There were four or five monks following him. He was different from ordinary monks at a glance. Two of them were wearing black armor and unified in the system, which seemed to be monks in Zhenyuan tribe. The other three were wearing noble robes, which looked extremely conspicuous in this armor-style battle robe.

"Haha, it's easy to say, it's easy to say!"

Fang Xing bowed his hand and turned to look at Wang Qiong.

Wang Qiong understood and explained in a voice transmission: "Looking at the red armor standard on this person, it should be one of the ten generals of the Zhenyuan tribe. Zhenyuan tribe is the defense line against the Demon Abyss. Shenzhou attaches great importance to it. The sect condemned many masters to sit there. Among them, the highest-identity is called the Lord of Zhenyuan, and is the Lord of the Great Dao. It is held every three hundred years, while the rest of the people, and the Lord of Zhenyuan tribe has always set up ten generals under the control of the Lord of Zhenyuan tribe. Generally speaking, the ten generals are all cultivators in the Nascent Soul realm. This person clearly only has the Golden Pill, but he can be one of the Ten Generals, with a high position and a high power and strong strength. It goes without saying that!"

Fang Xing nodded slightly and learned about this person’s identity!

This person's Golden Pill Realm became one of the ten generals of the Zhenyuan Division, and his strength was definitely not good. Moreover, if the other ten generals are the Nascent Soul, they will definitely not be able to enter the Demon Abyss. Then, this person must be the representative figure sent by the Zhenyuan Division to the Demon Abyss...

This person went out of the palace to greet him respectfully, but he was still giving him face.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, please come and discuss major events with us!"

The red-armored general covered his face with iron armor, and could not see the man and woman. He spoke very politely and greeted him respectfully.

"You are kind to you, General, please!"

Fang Xing was not annoying to the military formation, and he was polite, so he smiled.

I live so big and don’t have many times when I’m so easy to talk to.

The atmosphere was harmonious for a moment and I was about to enter the palace. But at this moment, someone suddenly sneered softly, a little harsh.

Fang Xing turned his head to look at the man, but saw that it was a man wearing a noble robe. He looked at him with a garment that was not from the Zhenyuan tribe. Mostly he was like him, but was invited to the depths of the Demon Abyss. This man was thin and slender, and he looked at him with some contempt, with a little contemptuous attitude. However, after he met his gaze, he coughed lightly and looked in another direction as if nothing had happened. He took two steps, and then lowered his head and leaned over to the person beside him.

His lips moved slightly, as if he was sending a message to the man. After a while, the two of them showed a contemptuous smile at the same time. They looked up and glanced at Fang Xing lightly, and ignored Fang Xing who had left a little behind. They swung their swagger and entered the palace first...

No one noticed this small move. General Hongying was still politely walking in front of the way, and the monks on both sides all bowed over to salute.

"Junior brother, stare at those two guys and have a chance to beat them up!"

Fang Xing, who was slightly behind, immediately turned his head and whispered to Shenxiu.

"Why do you want to hit someone again?"

Wang Qiong's ears were sharp, but when he heard this, he looked at him in confusion.

"I don't like them!"
Chapter completed!