In the restaurant, people from the rivers and lakes gather.

Fang Xiu sat in a window position, with a few wines and dishes on the table, chewing and tasting slowly.

Coming out of the mansion, Fang Xiu found a place to stay.

According to the news given by the Zhengtian Sect, the remnants of the Sword Sect appeared in the area of Linjiang Mansion, but the specific location cannot be completely determined in the Zhengtian Sect.

Fang Xiu believed that Yang Ting must have news of the remnants of the Sword Sect, but the other party didn't say that he couldn't force the other party without tearing his face.

With the imperial court power in Yuzhou, the people of Jinyiwei still appear here, which actually explains the problem.

The prefect of a city, but he is a dignified innate powerhouse.

You must know that a small remote city like Liucheng is only a third-rate martial artist, and even if it is the first city of Guangyang Mansion and Nanshan Mansion, there is no innate powerhouse.

Moreover, this is not the capital city of Lin'an Mansion, but one of the more ordinary cities.

Even so, there are still innate powerhouses in charge.

The gap between the two is self-evident.

Fang Xiu stopped drinking, and looked out the window to see the scene of the street outside.

A group of monks dressed in monk's robes appeared on the street, their shiny heads standing out in the crowd.

And the one who is the leader can be regarded as an acquaintance.

Shaolin Huikong!

The matter of Medicine Master Rulai brought a big purge to Nanshan Mansion, and Fang Xiu thought that Huikong had died in the hands of Medicine Master Rulai.

But now it seems that Huikong is not dead, and he went back safely.

Compared with the embarrassed defeat and escape in the past, the current Huikong has regained his original temperament, and his expression is indifferent, and there is always a faint smile on his face.

As if sensing Fang Xiu's gaze, Huikong paused and looked up in the direction where his gaze came from.

Huikong's smile stiffened.

Fang Xiu!

Until now, Huikong has not forgotten the original incident, which was the most miserable battle he has encountered since he broke the boundary between heaven and man.

It's just that the other party is just an acquired martial artist, and his dignified Shaolin new generation leader has been crushed by the other party's cross-border boundary.

This matter, Huikong is difficult to talk about to others, and it took him a long time to suppress this matter, and it is only now that he has walked the rivers and lakes again.

But what Huikong didn't expect was that not long after he came to Yuzhou, he met Fang Xiu again.

This made him really puzzled.

The other party was obviously in Yuzhou, but he came to Yuzhou with a lingering grievance, and when he saw the clothes Fang Xiu was wearing, Huikong also guessed a little.

Raising his glass slightly, Fang Xiu drank the wine glass in one gulp, and immediately withdrew his gaze.

This time, the news of the remnants of the Sword Sect, the Zhengtian Sect got the news, and the other major towns and prefectures also got the news.

Seeing Huikong, Fang Xiu knew that the person sent by Shaolin this time was roughly the other party.

This was just a small episode for Fang Xiu, he could defeat the other party before he broke through, and now after the breakthrough, it was even more difficult for Huikong to pose a threat to him.

"Uncle Shi, why did you stop?"

Huikong stopped abruptly, and the Shaolin disciple behind him asked puzzled.

There were also many people who followed Huikong's gaze, and also saw Fang Xiu who was drinking and eating.

Huikong retracted his gaze, shook his head and said, "It's okay, I just met an acquaintance, and I happened to walk for such a while, looking for a place to rest." ”

After speaking, Huikong took a group of people and walked towards the restaurant where Fang Xiu was.

Soon, the group went up to the second floor, and under the guidance of Xiao Er, they sat down in the vacant seats.

Huikong didn't sit down, but walked towards Fang Xiu.

"Amitabha, I haven't seen Lord Fang for a long time!"

"Monk, we really haven't seen each other for a long time. ”

Huikong walked over, a little unexpected by Fang Xiu, he didn't expect the other party to have the face to come over.

Huikong said: "Master Fang did not hesitate to come from Yuzhou from afar, I don't know what it is, I might as well say it, maybe the poor monk still has a place that can help." ”

"Monk, why you came, why did Fang Mou come. ”

Fang Xiu ate the wine and food one bite after another, and replied in an orderly manner.

"As far as the poor monk knows, there should be no shortage of innate powerhouses in the Zhengtian Sect, why would they let the Fang donor come, aren't they afraid of encountering an accident.

In this way, without a genius like Fang Shizhu, it is a big loss. ”

Fang Xiu's face turned cold, he paused the chopsticks in his hand, and said indifferently: "Even if some people are in the innate realm, they should be a waste, and they are still a waste." ”

These words are already directly slapping Huikong's face.

Huikong's face was gloomy, and his chest rose and fell violently.

It was a moment before Huikong suppressed his anger.

Because when it comes to true strength, Huikong is not sure that he will be able to win Fang Xiu now, and now Fang Xiu has become even more unfathomable in his eyes.

When he is not absolutely sure, Huikong still doesn't want to do it easily, after all, this is a matter of Shaolin's face.

It seems that the donor is very confident in himself, and the poor monk also wishes the donor a victory. ”

After saying a word, Huikong turned and left.

The diaphragm responded to the party, but was given by the other party, which really annoyed Huikong.

In normal times, Huikong is still very calm, otherwise he would not be the leader of the new generation of Shaolin.

But when facing Fang Xiu, Huikong didn't know what the reason was, and he always couldn't control his impulses.

Calming down afterwards, Huikong also secretly said that he had made a mistake.

Just now, it is equivalent to evil Fang Xiu again, and now he has a task in his body, which is not suitable for extraneous branches.

After Huikong came back, the Shaolin disciple on the side asked, "Uncle Shi, who is that person, could it be a disciple of which sect?"

"Hmph, I usually tell you, learn more about the things on the rivers and lakes, don't indulge in playing, and now I don't even know this thing!"

When Huikong heard this, his face sank, and he snorted coldly and said, "You don't know anyone from the Zhengtian Sect, how should you deal with yourself when you walk in the rivers and lakes in the future?"

"Uncle Shi, you said he was a member of the Demon Dao?"

After Huikong's words were finished, the rest of the Shaolin disciples couldn't help but glance at Fang Xiu a few more times.

Zhengtianjiao is the devil's way, and Shaolin is the right way.

Since ancient times, the two realms of righteousness and demons in the rivers and lakes have always been in a state of opposition because of their departure.

Most of these Shaolin disciples have not walked the rivers and lakes much, and their cognition of the rivers and lakes is still in the Shaolin faction, at most they have some understanding of the affiliated sects of Leizhou.

As for the Demon Dao, in Leizhou, where Shaolin sits, there is no place for the Demon Dao to survive at all.

Just like Yuzhou, where the Zhengtian Sect is located, it is difficult for the righteous path to survive.

So for the people of the Zhengtian Sect, it was the first time they had seen it.

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