Chapter Thirty-Eight: A Swift Sword

Grunt.

After drinking a pot of wine, Dao Lang stood up and let out a long howl in the direction of the sun, as if there was a lot of depression in his heart and wanted to vent it.

Fang Jun's eyebrows flickered slightly.

After a while, Dao Lang calmed down and said to Fang Junmei: "Brother Junmei, my mission to leave the clan has been almost completed, that big guy has been slaughtered again, now it's time to go to the Hui clan, what are your plans?"

Fang Junmei said: "The junior brother has plenty of time, and he plans to collect some more Wind Shadow Sand Essence and bring it back to the business." ”

When Dao Lang heard this, he threw him a contemptuous look, and said with a smile: "Brother Junmei, don't be ignorant, do you know the value of a piece of Wind Shadow Sand Essence, at least a hundred groups of Wind Shadow Sand, what else do you want Wind Shadow Sand to do?"

"So expensive?"

Fang Junmei was surprised.

The task price of a piece of Wind Shadow Sand is two hundred low-grade spirit stones, and a hundred times is two hundred medium-grade spirit stones.

Dao Lang nodded and said: "It's so expensive, if you get it to the auction in Xiuzhenfang City, the price will be even higher." ”

"What is the use of this Wind Shadow Sand and the Spirit of Wind Shadow Sand?"

Fang Junmei asked.

The Troubled Times Dao Lang said: "They are all refining materials, I don't know about other places, in our Troubled Times family, if you add a piece of Wind Shadow Sand Essence to the magic weapon grade knife, you can speed up the speed of this knife by one or two percent after flying." ”

Fang Jun frowned, thought for a while, and said, "The junior brother doesn't have a lot of money, so it's hard to make a trip, but I still want to collect some more Wind Shadow Sand and go back." ”

"Whatever you want. ”

Dao Lang said: "But you'd better not go to the center, this ghost desert is by no means a good place, and there may be more powerful guys hidden in the land below." ”

In the sound of advice, there is a bit of friendship.

Fang Junmei nodded in thanks.

Dao Lang in troubled times was also refreshing, and generously gave Fang Junmei two bottles of Qi Replenishing Pill before leaving with the knife.

A Pingshui meeting has fallen for the time being, and the next meeting is no longer known.

......

Fang Junmei was on the road again after a night of renovation.

After entering the ghost desert, he was much more cautious than before, and he didn't go deep into it, and only collected the wind shadow sand in the ghost storm at the edge, and the speed of collection was of course much slower than before, after all, the more he went in, the more wind shadow sand there was.

Time passed day by day.

There are not many monks who come here, and occasionally they meet one or two, and they also pass by from a high altitude, and they have no interest in a small weak chicken like Fang Junmei.

Ten months later, Fang Junmei set out on his return journey, and the amount of Wind Shadow Sand in his storage bag was so large that even he was staggering.

In addition to the harvest of Wind Shadow Sand, the proficiency and speed of his Huangquan Ghost Rain Sword Technique have been greatly improved, and this trip to the mountain is very worthwhile.

"It's a pity that the cultivation of this cultivation realm is too time-consuming, and I need to sit in a dry seat, otherwise I would have to travel around as if I were in the human world. ”

After stepping on the way home, Fang Junmei said secretly in his heart.

Along the way, there was naturally a non-stop fight, and Fang Junmei deliberately avoided the deep valley and secret streams where powerful demon beasts might be entrenched, but there were no branches.

Thanks to his mature heart, Fang Junmei embarked on the path of cultivation, and so far, it has been quite smooth.

......

On this day, I finally returned to the Peach Blossom Source in the Peach Blossom Mountain.

However, he hadn't come back for a year, and after entering the mountain gate, Fang Junmei felt like he was going home.

After entering the mountain gate and going up to the Deacon Peak, Fang Junmei strode into the mission hall.

In the mission hall, there were still many inner and outer disciples, noisy and shouting, and when they saw Fang Junmei coming back, they immediately became much quieter, and the news that he had taken over the task of Fengying Sand had already been spread out.

"This Senior Brother Fang actually came back alive. ”

Someone whispered.

"Find a place at the bottom of the mountain, hide for a while, and come back, and you can come back alive. ”

Someone answered in a weird way: "Look at his smooth little white face, he doesn't even have half a scar, and he must not have fought a few times." ”

The sound of laughter rang out, full of ridicule!

It's strange to say, after Fang Junmei entered the door, except for a fight with Xiao Yunyu, he almost never caused trouble, or deliberately showed off, but it attracted so much criticism and topics.

Not to attract envy is mediocrity, and it is really not fake.

Fang Jun's eyebrows swept around, and he immediately saw a few guys who were a little familiar, all of whom were in this hall when they took on the task last time. His gaze finally fell on the disciple who spoke in a strange manner.

This person is an old man of fifty or sixty years old, wearing a rather decent navy blue brocade robe, medium stature, ordinary appearance, white hair and half life, sitting there with his head held high, quite a bit of majesty, with the realm of the early stage of floating dust.

Seeing Fang Junmei looking at him, the old man pretended to smile profoundly, without the slightest intention of concealing it.

"Your Excellency's old face is rough and scarred, but the realm is not very good, and you have lived such a long time in vain!"

Fang Jun raised his eyebrows and said coldly, his eyes sharp.

Although he has a gentle temperament, he is by no means a cowardly bag to be ridiculed.

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell completely silent.

Everyone looked at Fang Junmei, or at the old man, and at Fang Junmei, and many of them admired his courage.

That old man's qualifications are indeed not too high, otherwise he would not not have gone without cultivating, and when he heard Fang Junmei's words, a look of shame flashed in his eyes, and his face turned blue.

"Boy, when it comes to entering the door, I am also your senior brother, when it will be your turn to teach me, and whether you can advance to the floating dust stage is still unknown. ”

The old man's face was gloomy, and he shouted loudly.

Fang Junmei smiled slightly: "I also very much hope that Your Excellency's longevity is long enough to witness where I can go in the future." ”

Confidence and arrogance emanating from the bones!

And then there is - Yin damage.

"Boy, look for death!"

The old man's eyes were stimulated by this sentence, and when he slapped his right hand on the storage bag, he saw a cyan light flying out of the storage pocket and shooting straight at Fang Jun's eyebrows, like a bolt of lightning.

This attack was so urgent and fast, coupled with the fact that it was almost a sneak attack, most of the disciples in the hall hadn't even reacted yet.

"Stop!"

"Flash!"

In the place where the task was taken, there were already people shouting, after all, it was their territory, and if Fang Junmei died here, they would not be able to escape from it.

In fact, after this attack was fired, the old man's eyes also showed regret, knowing that he was impulsive, but the attack had already been released, and it was too late for him to take it back.

The range in the hall is not too big, the distance between the two of them, where can they go, the green light of the lightning almost just shot out, and it reached the front of Fang Junmei's eyes.

Zheng –

The next moment, a sharp and piercing sound of gold and iron clashing that could crush people's eardrums had already burst out.

The monk with good eyesight saw Fang Junmei pull out the peachwood sword at his waist with a thunderous posture, and hit the green mang with extreme accuracy.

The green mang flew out upside down, and finally saw clearly that it was a cyan flying knife-like magic weapon.

As for Fang Junmei, after spurting out a mouthful of blood, he also flew out upside down, slamming it on a table behind him.

Click!

Broken wood and porcelain splashes!

What happened in this moment was like lightning, and many monks didn't even have time to react.

What a fast sword!

This is the thought that all the monks, after reacting, the thoughts that rose in their hearts at the same time, and the eyes of everyone looking at Fang Junmei became complicated, and there was no trace of contempt in them.

Just ask which of them is a Qi Inducing disciple who can take this attack!

As for Fang Junmei being knocked away, everyone knew that it was because of the gap between the realm and mana, and when he grew up, the old man would be thrown far away.

......

For a moment, the hall was as silent as death.

The old man, who was still remorseful just now, now his expression became complicated, knowing that he had become a stepping stone for Fang Junmei to become famous again, and at the same time, he also felt the huge threat of Fang Junmei, and the cold color in his eyes reappeared.

Fang Junmei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and after standing up again, he looked at the other party in his eyes, and there was also a sense of coldness, even if the other party had the realm of the early stage of floating dust, he also had the courage to fight now, and it was not necessarily a game of losing or dying.

A contest seems to be about to be staged.

"What are you doing, Deacon Mountain, fighting is strictly prohibited, do you still need me to remind you?"

A majestic, calm, and heavy voice of displeasure suddenly came from outside the door, and resounded in the ears of every monk in the hall.

Hearing this voice, the faces of most of the disciples in the hall changed.

Whew—

Soon, the inner and outer disciples who had been drinking and bragging before stood up and saluted one by one towards a golden figure who walked in from outside the door.

"I've seen Senior Brother!"

The sound is uniform.

Fang Junmei looked in the direction of the door, this was the first time he had seen Gu Xijin, and he was destined to be unforgettable!