Following the gaze of the leading disciple, Fang Yuan looked at the mountain on the side, at this time, the mountain was full of trees and trees, and there was a Daoist standing on the mountainside of a Saint Dao Sect full of strange flowers, and he was looking at Fang Yuan with a smile at this time without speaking.

Under the reminder of the leading disciple, a group of people remembered the existence of the master, and some bold people began to insult Fang Yuanlai in front of the master, this can vent their frustration in their hearts, and there are not many opportunities to scold themselves in front of them.

But with just one mouth, a crisp voice sounded on the faces of the few disciples who were about to scold Fang Yuan.

"Smack!"

The voice was unusually clear, everyone present was as if their hearts had been hit hard, but how loud the sound was, at this time, looking at the people who were about to speak, all of them had a clear red five-finger mark on the right cheek, and those people were also in a staggering state, as if there were signs of being stunned.

Being pricked by a needle, and feeling pain after retracting the hand first, this is an unconditioned reflex, and this is the situation of several people at present, it can be said that Fang Yuan's speed is extremely fast, and what shocked everyone even more was that Fang Cai just made a sound, and several people were slapped in the face.

This is a performance that is extremely fast, it is really done within the human limit of 0.01 seconds, which shows that Fang Yuan is terrifying, and for a while, the person who was ready to rely on the momentum of the master to provoke Fang Yuan immediately silenced, and no one spoke.

At this time, the leading disciple was targeted by Fang Yuan again, making it difficult to make any movements for a while, only to feel that Fang Yuan's eyes were like a fairy sword, piercing his heart, biting the tip of his tongue, and he twisted his head towards the master halfway up the mountain.

Fang Yuan saw that the man still dared to look at his master, so he was ready to give him a slap again.

Just as Fang Yuan was about to act, an angry shout came from halfway up the mountain: "Shaft, dare!"

Of course I dare, Fang Yuan sneered in his heart, and his hand was about to fall on the face of the leading disciple in an instant.

Like a ghost, as if opening an arbitrary door, Fang Yuan directly crossed the space and instantly appeared in front of the leading disciple, but the Daoist on the mountain was still a step too late, he didn't expect that in order to slap him, Fang Yuan would actually choose to cross the space.

"Smack!"

Once again, it resounded in everyone's ears, and it couldn't be calm in their minds for a long time, and it was this sound that made a group of white cranes in the mountains and forests of the Holy Dao Sect fly up in shock, and flew to the depths of the Holy Dao Sect with a frightened scream.

This slap was like hitting the man's face, making his face red, even his neck was already red, and there was a faint fire coming out of his nostrils.

The first time Fang Yuan made a move, he didn't have time to react at all, he attributed it to Fang Yuan's shot being too sudden, and the second time he shot, it was under his nose, and he still didn't stop it.

Although there was no confrontation, just a few disciples were slapped by Fang Yuan, but before, he boasted to these disciples, saying that their safety would be guaranteed under any circumstances, and these disciples who were blushing at the cultivation speed of the disciples of the Holy Dao Sect would scold at the mountain gate of the Holy Dao Sect, and now they were slapping him in the face.

At this moment, the master of the people, the twelve golden immortals-like characters in his mouth, officially appeared in Fang Yuan's eyes.

Carefully looked at the white-bearded Taoist man, dressed in a gold-trimmed Shengmen Xia robe, with an obscene look, who is this not Huanglong?

"Yo! Who is my Dao! Isn't this the Huanglong Daoist who claims to be a four-in-one Daoist, powerless, no disciples, and no brains, who has never won a victory, and is bound to lose in every battle!" Fang Yuan said sarcastically to Huanglong Zhenren.

This Huanglong real person is a typical extroverted type, when the battle of the gods was born, every battle must come first, love to come out, love to talk, but there is no victory against the enemy, it is a miracle to survive until now, luck is outrageous!

No matter who is known to the old bottom, I am afraid that there will be a little bit of anger, but what Fang Yuan said is still the truth, this Huanglong Zhenren really doesn't know whether to be angry, or shouldn't be angry?

"A boy with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, trying to compete for a strong tongue!" Huang Long Zhenren held back for a long time, and only responded to Fang Yuan with this one sentence.

At this time, Fang Yuan pointed to the group of people who claimed to be the disciples of Huanglong's real people and said: "The benefit of the tongue? Aren't your so-called apprentices villains who only compete for the benefit of the tongue? I think of it, you are no longer a bare-rod commander without disciples, you finally have this group of disciples who can't make a weapon, the so-called master who can't make a weapon teaches a disciple who can't make a weapon, it's really a perfect match, excellent, excellent!"

Seeing that he was not Fang Yuan's opponent above his tongue, the Huanglong Zhenren couldn't hold it anymore, his silver mang's clothes showed a fairy sword in his hand.

"Thief boy, eat my sword!" Huang Long was annoyed.

Let's say that Huang Long's sword slashed towards Fang Yuan, it was full of momentum, Fang Yuan said sarcastically: "Yo he! I didn't see you have any magic weapon during the battle of the gods, today you are dressed in Xia clothes again, and you are holding a fairy sword, it is really a shotgun for a cannon!"

The Yellow Dragon True Person, who was slashing towards Fang Yuan in the air, stumbled under his feet when he heard Fang Yuan's taunt, and almost fell from the air.

"Tsk!tsk!tsk!" Fang Yuan said as he shook his head, "It's really the weakest of the twelve golden immortals, and he can't even hold the sword steadily. Oh, by the way, it's not the twelve golden immortals anymore, and Huanglong isn't the twelfth anymore, but it still seems to be the penultimate one!"

"Stinky boy, you give me death!" the yellow dragon roared.

His sword directly caused the space to shake and turbulent, wrapped in boundless power, slashing towards Fang Yuan, Huang Long really wanted to chop Fang Yuan into pulp.

This time, he secretly came with a few senior brothers and junior brothers behind his back, if he killed Fang Yuan, he would be the first person to respond to this murder, and he would be able to brag about it when he went back.

This sword Huanglong is bound to win, Fang Cai's stumbling is just for Fang Yuan to see, in fact, this one really contains eighty percent of his mana, if you say why it's not ten percent, then I'm afraid it's not confident in yourself.

The mortal space is not as stable as the Heavenly Realm and the Thirty-Three Days Extra, although Huanglong's strength is weak, it is also the realm of the Golden Immortal, and this blow still causes turmoil in the space.

Looking at the smile raised at the corner of Huang Long's mouth, Fang Yuan's mind moved and he sacrificed the Twelve Rank World Destroying Black Lotus, a black lotus platform was born from the bottom of his feet, causing a burst of exclamations from the so-called Yellow Dragon disciples next to him, and he didn't know what the magic weapon was.

Huang Long's sword seemed to be wrapped in wind and rain, and in the wind and rain, there was a black lotus rising from the soles of Fang Yuan's feet, and it was in this wind and rain that it was as stable as Mount Tai, and there was no damage in the slightest.

When the tip of the sword was about to touch Fang Yuan, a mysterious black energy blocked the fairy sword like a transparent mirror, and Huang Long's figure was unable to advance an inch from then on, looking a little embarrassed and shaky in the wind and rain he had created.

The black mirror was not damaged in any way, but the tip of the fairy sword could not withstand this terrifying collision, and a spiderweb-like column gradually appeared on the sword body.

"Crush me!" Fang Yuan yelled.

The black mirror of energy against the immortal sword seemed to be a lotus petal, just this petal of lotus flower, suddenly exerting force forward, the black lotus petal containing Fang Yuan's great mana was preceded by countless broken immortal sword fragments, reflecting the sunlight It looked extremely bright and magnificent.

"Poof!poof!"

The shards of the fairy sword were nailed around, and they were transmitted into the mountain without a trace, and there were even those who smashed the mountain stones.

There was a gloomy look around them, and the disciples who claimed to be Huanglong Zhenren did not dare to move forward, staring at the two of them vigilantly, ready to avoid the abnormal movements caused by the two of them fighting again.

Huanglong Zhenren had Xia Yi to protect his body, and when the fragment burst into his body, a mysterious golden ripple appeared at the place where the fragment and Xia Yi collided, blocking the damage of the fragment to Huanglong Zhenren.

"It's kind of interesting!" Fang Yuan looked at the Xia Yi on Huang Long's body, there should be a body protection formation under the inside of the Xia Yi, but this kind of formation blocked the fatal wound because the energy was exhausted, and the evil dissipated.

After this sword, Huang Long was shocked, not to mention that the quality of the magic weapon was much better than him, even the mana seemed to be cultivated for thousands of years Huang Long, who was not as good as Fang Yuan, and the magic power that urged the lotus petals made Huang Long frightened.

Huang Long's body retreated violently, and he almost wanted to run away.

With Fang Yuan's physical strength, he was not afraid of this shattered immortal sword at all, seeing that Huang Long was showing signs of escaping, Fang Yuan smiled and said, "Since you have been scolding in front of my mountain gate for so long and not leaving you a lesson, I'm afraid that I will really be a bully of my Holy Dao Sect!"

Fang Yuan's fingers whipped over with a shot of immortal bamboo, and the speed was so great that Huang Long couldn't dodge and was stumbled by the six pure bamboos and fell.

The six pure bamboos were not good-looking, and when they pulled Huang Long down, they caused a burst of exclamations from the Yellow Dragon disciples below, and Huang Long, who had lost all his senses, realized how arrogant he was, and he was not Fang Yuan's opponent at all.

After Huang Long, who lost all six senses, fell to the ground, he happened to fall among the many disciples, and a group of disciples hurriedly stepped forward to help, Huang Long did not talk nonsense, knowing that he was invincible, he raised his hand and fled away with many disciples.

The front of the Holy Dao Sect once again regained that quiet feeling, restoring the state of birds chirping, insects chattering, tigers crying apes, and cranes chirping.

The Holy Dao Sect now faintly has a feeling of an immortal mountain, that is, the immortal qi has also begun to grow.

Fang Yuan, who was holding the Chaos Bell in his hand, looked at the figure of Huang Long and his party running away in a hurry, if Fang Yuan used the Chaos Clock, then none of Huang Long's gang would want to go back, they would all have to stay here.

After Huang Long fled, there was a cry of surprise and joy from the Holy Dao Sect, not going out of the mountain gate did not mean that they did not pay attention to the movement outside the mountain gate, and after seeing with their own eyes that a group of people who spoke wildly were easily taught by their sect master, and scolded them fiercely, they didn't even dare to let go of a fart and ran away, and they couldn't express their joy in their hearts.

Fang Yuan stared at the Chaos Bell, when Huang Long came, he knew the attitude of the Twelve Golden Immortals, he had to quickly kill the three corpses, but how could the three corpses be so easy to kill.