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[P.S moved a bit around in the previous chapters, so there is a little more repetition at the beginning of this chapter.] Forgive me]

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After cultivating in the spiritual spring for an afternoon, Fang Lingjun reluctantly returned to the Houshan Bamboo Forest.

"Thank you, idiot." Fang Lingjun felt that this Ji Wuping was a little cute, so he smiled and called him a fool, anyway, he couldn't hear it.

"Ha, thanks to you, I have obtained a spiritual weapon and a spiritual spring." Fang Lingjun smiled and pointed to his arm: "Stretch out your hand, I will use my spiritual power to help you cultivate the meridians." ”

But he didn't have peace but shrank his hands.

"Eh, if it weren't for the fact that you were beaten so badly last time, I was afraid that there would be internal stasis in your viscera, so I wouldn't be willing to waste spiritual power to help you dredge your meridians." As she spoke, she didn't care if Ji Wuping understood what she meant, and directly pulled Ji Wuping's hand over.

Ji Wuping's clothes were already a little worn, and Fang Lingjun made this effort, and the sleeve of the 'stab' was torn off by her.

But then, Fang Lingjun saw a scene that made her angry.

I saw that Ji Wuping's arm was full of dense wounds, some old and some new, some short and some long...... But one thing, Fang Lingjun was very sure, these wounds were all from the same weapon.

A woman's hairpin?!

A name suddenly jumped in front of Fang Lingjun's eyes - Zhang Ting!

It was Zhang Ting who used her hairpin magic weapon to abuse Ji Wuping! Besides her, Fang Lingjun couldn't think of a second person anymore.

She couldn't do anything about Fang Lingjun, so she actually turned to abuse and beat a weak person who had no ability to resist. This woman is so hateful! Fang Lingjun's eyes were full of anger. This kind of person, if she doesn't give her some color, she really thinks she can turn the sky upside down?!

Fang Lingjun said to Ji Wuping: "You wait, I'll ask for interest for you!" ”

Ji Wuping grabbed Fang Lingjun's hand violently and shook his head at her.

Fang Lingjun smiled fearlessly: "What are you afraid of!" To deal with this kind of person, you have to beat her up until she lies on the ground, and beat her until she is afraid of you! After speaking, regardless of Ji Wuping's obstruction, he rushed straight to Yanwu Square.

Although the Yanwu Square is only rich in spiritual power in the early morning, there are also many monks gathered here at other times, and they either practice spells or practice magic weapons.

"Zhang Ting! Get the hell out of here! A shout of rage pierced the sky of Yanwu Square.

Then, everyone saw a girl with thick pigtails rushing into the crowd angrily.

"Yo~ You don't go to hook the man, why are you here to call here?!" Zhang Ting laughed strangely.

"Despicable!" Fang Lingjun grabbed Zhang Ting's collar and pulled her to the front. "You're bullying a mortal who has no ability to resist."

"I don't know what you're talking about~" She slammed Fang Lingjun's palm open and patted her neckline in disgust. Then he took two small steps and sneered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Do you feel sorry for that madman? Okay, if you have the ability, let's go to the challenge platform to fight, and if I lose, I won't embarrass him anymore~"

Zhang Ting came from a small family of cultivators, and she was not as helpless as Fang Lingjun. Her family would regularly send her some pills and spirit stones, and the magic weapons and cultivation techniques she used were much better than those of cultivators like Fang Lingjun who had no backers.

So what the hell did she think. Even the brainless know it.

"Good!"

To Zhang Ting's surprise. Fang Lingjun actually responded.

"Did you hear that?!" Zhang Ting showed a smile that had succeeded in her treacherous scheme, and she said loudly: "Fang Lingjun said that he wanted to challenge me!" Hehehe~~~ Good! Then I'll fight. ”

She grabbed Fang Lingjun, afraid that Fang Lingjun would regret it: "Go!" There is a challenge platform on this Yanwu Square. ”

Soon, an uncle from the foundation building period came to do notarization.

The challenge audience was also densely packed around the audience.

Fang Lingjun and Zhang Ting occupied a corner and stood on the stage.

"Fang Yunrou, since you want to challenge me, then you have to come up with some color. If you lose, I want you to kneel down for me Zhang Ting in front of everyone! Kowtow! ”

Zhang Ting smiled arrogantly: "What? Don't want to? ”

Fang Lingjun replied lightly: "I won't lose." ”

There was an unprecedented killing intent in her eyes.

"Hehehe~~~~" Zhang Ting laughed and trembled.

"Let's get started." Fang Lingjun didn't bother to say much to her, and directly showed a cyan short sword.

"Cut~ It's really shabby, even this low-level magic weapon that is rotten on the street dares to take it out and be embarrassed." As she spoke, she picked off the hairpin on her bun and threw it into the air.

With a "trickle" sound, the hairpin flower vessel became a foot long, shining golden in the sun, dazzling.

"Isn't that a gilded crested hairpin? The latest mid-level attack weapon in Qingyun Zhenfang City. Someone in the audience recognized the origin of this hairpin.

"It's so pretty!" The female cultivators were gossiping.

"It's good-looking, but the price is expensive, and the cost performance is not high."

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Listening to those discussions, Zhang Ting raised her eyebrows proudly.

As soon as she pinched the trick with her hand, the sharp hairpin pointed directly at Fang Lingjun.

"I love this crested hairpin so much that I am reluctant to use it, for fear of losing any of it. Today, I'm cheaper for you, so I'll let you taste the power of my hairpin magic weapon. Hum~! By the way, use your blood to cut it open! ”

As he spoke, he pointed with his hand, and a golden streamer shot towards Fang Lingjun at great speed.

"Drink!" Fang Lingjun let out a low snort and drove the short sword to catch up.

The two magic weapons met halfway, and there was a 'ping-pong' collision sound in the middle of the battle.

The cyan short sword is just a low-level magic weapon that is standard in Qingyun Gate, where can it fight with a gilded crested hairpin.

After only resisting the three-breath time, he was defeated and retreated.

Seeing that the crested hairpin was about to approach Fang Lingjun's side, Zhang Ting suddenly increased the output of spiritual power, and with a "ding" sound, the short sword was knocked away. The hairpin turned around, and it actually went straight to Fang Lingjun's face!

The crowd exclaimed.

At this moment, a turquoise water silk suddenly appeared behind Zhang Ting, and with a "whoosh" tied her into a zongzi.

"Ah~!" Zhang Ting put all her attention on the crested hairpin, and naturally didn't notice that another magic weapon suddenly appeared behind her. What's more, it takes divine sense to manipulate magic weapons, and a monk who cultivates three levels of qi can only manipulate one magic weapon at most at the same time. So she didn't expect Fang Lingjun to sneak attack her at all.

"How is that possible?!" Zhang Ting shouted in disbelief. Her hands and feet struggled suddenly, but she didn't struggle, but as soon as she struggled, the whole person smashed straight on the challenge platform.

Zhang Ting was bound, and the crested hairpin lost control and fell to the ground.

The corner of Fang Lingjun's mouth sneered, and he made a few leaps in front of the enemy.

Looking at Zhang Ting's incredulous face, Fang Lingjun secretly said in his heart: Fortunately, his divine sense is equivalent to a fifth-level cultivator of Qi cultivation, and he can control two magic weapons at the same time, otherwise, it is really hard to say what the result will be.

However, when I thought of Zhang Ting's move to disfigure her face just now. Fang Lingjun was completely furious.

She lifted Zhang Ting, who couldn't move. Covering her face, he slapped her.

"Ah~~!" Zhang Ting screamed in pain: "You dare to ......"

The word 'dare' has not yet been finished, "Papapa!" He was slapped dozens of bars by Fang Lingjun. Fang Lingjun is a person who has revenge, Zhang Ting once slapped her, and she vowed to give her back a pig's head. Now that the opportunity has come, I will not be relentless.

The new hatred and old hatred were added together, and Zhang Ting was dizzy, and her face was swollen like a pig.

She drooled, her eyes rolled white, and she could only say vaguely: "Hmm~~~~Ah~~~Clothes~~~Woo~~~~~" The lips were swollen like steamed buns, and she couldn't spit out clearly.

Everyone in the audience gasped. Even the referee was a little unbearable: "Since you have won, stop it quickly, don't make trouble!" ”

Fang Lingjun snorted coldly: "Catch it!" Without waiting for the referee to react, he suddenly kicked Zhang Ting away.

"Bang!" Smoke and dust rose from the audience. Fang Lingjun's foot had condensed more than half of his spiritual power. Even if this Zhang Ting is not disabled, she will have to lie at home for a few months.

The challenge platform was originally set up to solve the contradictions between disciples, as long as they face the battle, it doesn't matter if they live or die.

Fang Lingjun clapped his palms and strode away under the awe-inspiring gaze of everyone.

Fang Lingjun didn't know that since then, her title of "Green Bamboo Fairy" had changed to "Rakshasa Fairy".

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