"Your Excellency is resting inside, if you have something important, you may wish to tell me, and I will help you tell your lordship!"

"Hurry up and let Fang Xiu come out to see me, you are a little subordinate, and you dare to stop me!"

"Your Excellency......"

The next day, Fang Xiu woke up from his cultivation.

What brought him to his senses was not because of the completion of the work, but because of the noise outside the door.

Pushing open the door, I saw Ah San blocking the door of the room.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ah San turned around and saluted and said, "My lord!"

"What's going on here?"

Fang Xiu looked at Ah San in front of him, his face was pale and his breath was disordered, obviously he had suffered some internal injuries, and his voice couldn't help but turn cold.

"You are Fang Xiu!"

A frivolous and arrogant voice arrived.

Fang Xiu looked at the source of the voice, and it was a young man in a blue robe who spoke, his appearance was not bad, but he looked at Fang Xiu with arrogance in his eyes.

Behind the young man, there were also more than a dozen people, all dressed in blue robes.

Blue robe, elite disciple!

Although Fang Xiu had only been in Tianwei Hall for a day, he had some basic understanding of Tianwei Hall.

The disciples in the Tianwei Hall are divided into levels according to their clothing.

Those in blue costumes are ordinary disciples, and those in blue costumes are elite disciples.

And Fang Xiu, as a true disciple, was wearing a Xuantian robe, with a heavenly eye embroidered in the center, similar to the heavenly eye on Hong Xuankong's clothing.

The difference is that Hong Xuankong's heavenly eyes are slightly open, while those of the true disciples are closed, and they are also one size smaller.

The elite disciples in Tianwei Hall are generally around the first-class level, or the first-class martial artists who have not become the true lineage, they all belong to the category of elite disciples.

Among the acquired martial artists, there will be many fewer elite disciples.

Because once a martial artist breaks into the day after tomorrow and has not yet been ranked in the true lineage, he will generally choose to abandon the identity of a disciple and become a deacon, so that the treatment in all aspects will be much better than that of the elite disciples.

Looking at the momentum of the other party, Fang Xiu could also roughly estimate the strength of the other party.

Fang Xiu's face was silent, so that people couldn't see the change, and said calmly: "It's Fang, I don't know who Your Excellency is, why do you want to hurt people!"

Without asking too much, Fang Xiu was sure that Ah San was injured by this person.

"I'm Shen Nanshan, I heard that Fang Zhenchuan was promoted to the position of true disciple yesterday, so I came to visit one or two, but the people under Fang Zhenchuan don't seem to know how to do things, so I teach one or two lessons, Fang Zhenchuan won't mind!"

Shen Nanshan said with a smile.

Fang Xiu said lightly: "Fang Mou minds very much!"

When the words fell, Shen Nanshan's smile suddenly retracted, and his face was slightly gloomy: "Fang Zhenchuan doesn't give Shen someone face, Fang Zhenchuan is ranked as a true legend when he first arrives, it is really extraordinary!"

"What are you, can Fang Mou give you face?"

Fang Xiu's eyelids drooped, his eyelids didn't lift, and he said indifferently.

As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked at Fang Xiu in surprise, and Fang Xiu's stiff answer was a bit unexpected.

But when I think about it, I take it for granted.

People like Fang Xiu, who are ranked in the true inheritance at a young age, are all high-minded and arrogant people, Shen Nanshan's approach is undoubtedly secretly slapping Fang Xiu's face, and it is normal for Fang Xiu to be unaccustomed to it.

It's just that in this way, Fang Xiu can be regarded as tearing his face with Shen Nanshan.

Thinking of this, the people present immediately shook their spirits and looked at Shen Nanshan with interest, wanting to see how he coped.

Fang Xiu's promotion to the true inheritance caused many disciples of Tianwei Hall to be unconvinced.

Shen Nanshan was one of them, and he was also the first to come out, and they all hoped that Shen Nanshan and Fang Xiu would fight, no matter what the result was, they would be able to find out the details of the other party.

Shen Nanshan's face darkened completely, and he said with a sneer: "Fang Zhenchuan, after being promoted to the True Inheritance, he looks down on us elite disciples, but it is so majestic!"

"It's just you that Fang looks down on!"

Shen Nanshan still wanted to dig a pit for him and jump in at this time, how could Fang Xiu be easily fooled, and went back directly.

If he really admitted Shen Nanshan's words, then it would be tantamount to offending all the elite disciples of Tianwei Hall, and in this way, it would be no good for Fang Xiu.

"Fang Xiu!"

At this time, Shen Nanshan couldn't control it.

At the very least, he said something vague, but Fang Xiu's every word was pushed back with a clear sword, and Shen Nanshan would lose face in Tianwei Hall if he endured it any longer.

As he spoke, Shen Nanshan's momentum exploded and he suddenly pressed towards Fang Xiu.

The momentum like a hill fell on Fang Xiu, just blowing Fang Xiu's clothes.

Fang Xiu didn't seem to feel Shen Nanshan's momentum, his eyes fell on Shen Nanshan, and he said coldly: "It turns out that I want to do it, since that's the case, why bother saying more!"

Rumble!

Fang Xiu stepped out in one step, and his momentum skyrocketed, impacting Shen Nanshan's momentum into pieces, and a punch blasted out to kill the peerless, and the true qi turned into a huge fist shadow and smashed down.

"I'll take a look, why are you Fang Xiu listed in the true biography!"

Facing Fang Xiu's momentum, Shen Nanshan was shocked in his heart, but he was not afraid, he also stepped forward, and shot out with a finger, forming a fierce Gang Feng.

Bang!

The fist shadow fingers collided in pairs, setting off a fierce wind.

"Stomp!"

Shen Nanshan's body took two steps back, while Fang Xiu's body did not move, compared with the two, Shen Nanshan had already fallen into the disadvantage.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the people present changed.

Shen Nanshan is the pinnacle of the first-class, and he is only half a step away from being able to break through to the level of the acquired martial artist.

And Fang Xiu was only at the level of the first-class late stage, but Shen Nanshan fell into the disadvantage under the two of them, and these people had a rough estimate of Fang Xiu's strength.

But it's normal to think about it, if you can rely on the first-class late stage to get Hong Xuankong's attention and directly enter the first-class late stage, how can you not have two brushes, and now this change is in line with common sense.

As a party to Shen Nanshan, his mood is not so good.

A first-class peak martial artist was forced to lose the upper hand against a first-class late-stage martial artist with one move, which made Shen Nanshan a little embarrassed.

"Okay, well, Fang Zhenchuan's strength is not weak, Shen has to be serious next!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Nanshan took the lead in making a move, and a whistling palm slapped out, and a strong wind rolled up in the flat ground, slapping it towards Fang Xiu's chest.

Fang Xiu's eyes were cold, and a killing path blasted out, the fist was shocking and killing peerless, and a picture of Jin Ge Iron Horse was displayed with this punch.

Fighting, shouting endlessly!

Rumble!

In the face of a killing path, Shen Nanshan's gang wind was disintegrated in an instant, and the killing intent invaded like a wave, making Shen Nanshan feel cold.

At this moment, Shen Nanshan seemed to be facing an executioner who had killed countless people.

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