At this time, Fang Xing on the mountain turned his head to look down the mountain, and there was a murderous gushing in his eyes.

Although he didn't see it when he came, he already knew later that after the old monster of Wanluo broke through the seventh formation, he was turned into a whip by the god son of the talisman Dao who guarded the eighth formation, and he was beaten more than a dozen times, and finally beat the old man to death.

"After all, he is the Divine Son of the Talisman Dao...... You're going to kill him?"

Li Hongyi seemed to see through his thoughts and asked in a low voice.

Fang Xing glanced back at Li Hongyi, smiled and said, "I'm not thinking about killing him or not!"

Li Hongyi was slightly stunned, and listened to him continue: "I'm thinking about how to beat him to death!"

"Huh!"

Li Hongyi's face turned slightly pale, and even Wang Qiong, who was beside her, turned her head and glanced at Fang Xing in some surprise.

The few Nanzhan monks around who heard his words also had ugly faces, glanced at each other, and did not speak.

They were all a little worried in their eyes, although there were already a lot of people killed in front of them, but after all, they were not from the Northern Three Dao, and now the next group of defenders was the Divine Son of the Northern Three Dao Runic Dao, if Fang Xing really killed him, the consequences would be too serious, in case he really angered the Daoist of the Northern Three Dao and tore his face, not to mention Nanzhan Lidao, whether he could go down the mountain was a problem.

However, Han Ying's eyes flickered, and he suddenly spoke: "If you want to kill someone, you must prevent him from escaping!"

"Yes, as long as those bastards admit defeat, we won't be able to chase and kill!"

"I suffered such a loss when I played against those bastards from the Dexterity Sect. It's common to lose a gamble and cheat!"

Two lazy openings next to it. But it was the big golden crow and Li Ying who came over.

Listen to this guy's tone. Instead, he seriously discussed how to prevent Zhao Changhe from admitting defeat.

The surrounding cultivators couldn't help but glare at them, thinking to themselves how to persuade them here, you don't think it's a big deal......

"Haha, good brother, I have my own way!"

Fang Xing was quite satisfied, patted Han Ying and Li Ying on the shoulders with a big grin, and walked towards the direction of the eighth formation with squinted eyes, but when he was about to enter the formation. But he suddenly stopped again, hung his head, and didn't know what he was thinking, and he was about to speak after a while, but he first heard an extremely indifferent voice in the eighth formation: "Little devil, enter the battle and die!"

It was Zhao Changhe, the defender of the eighth formation, who couldn't be bored, and opened his mouth to challenge in advance.

However, Fang Xing raised his head, a smile flashed on his face, and he didn't even enter the formation. Suddenly, he turned and walked to the back.

His move made them ambitious. Nanzhan Zhongxiu, who was about to enter the battle with him, was stunned for a moment, puzzled by what he meant.

Even in the eighth array, there was a faint muttering sound, and it seemed that the disciples of the Talisman Dao were also very angry.

"I'm going to your uncle's turtle grandson bastard, and you dare to call your master to go in and die, why don't you come out and let your master cut you twice? Why do you have to sit there and don't move, and the master will come in and look for you? Could it be that you, a bastard, provoked the flowers and willows to rot and become a pussy when you went to the building, and you didn't dare to see anyone? If that's the case, you boldly admit to your master, I'll take some pig shit and dog shit and dispense medicine for you, and then sink you in the dung pit for three or five months to make a good brew......"

The words snapped and rang non-stop, and in an instant, all the cultivators on and off the mountain were stunned.

What's going on?

Take a good break, what are you doing scolding?

"Palm!"

After an awkward silence, in the eighth array, an angry voice also sounded, a thunder whip took shape, and it suddenly whipped towards Fang Xing's face, and Fang Xing waved his hand, wiped off the thunder whip, rolled up his sleeves, pinched his waist with both hands and continued to scold: "You bastard turtle grandson is Zhao Changhe? You are a fucking bastard reincarnated by a king to be called Changhe, why don't you call it Zhao Dung Pit? What's wrong? Get angry? Then you have the ability to come out and beat me, are you afraid of your little master? Do you know how to shrink in the formation and pretend to be a grandson?" I know that you don't have a bastard like you, and you have lost all your faces, ah...... Phew!"

A mouthful of spit fell heavily on the ground, smashing a hole in the ground.

It's just spicy!

Compared to those Shenzhou monks who only drink a few words of "little devil", "little animal", and "little bastard" on weekdays, Fang Xing is at least higher than the skills of hundreds of their fat old ladies in scolding!

In the eighth great array, Zhao Changhe, the god son of the Talisman Dao, was already blue, and his body moved slightly, and he was about to go out of the formation.

As soon as he tried it, he had already discovered a problem.

With his cultivation, one with Fang Xing was in the formation, and the other was outside the formation, after all, this little devil was not the old man who was dying and injured just now, looking at the scolding momentum, he knew that he looked like a dragon and a tiger, he cultivated the thunder method, and his temperament was already irritable, and at this time he was aroused by a nameless fire in his heart, so he had only one thought, that is, to kill this little devil.

However, the people around him immediately grabbed him and persuaded him in a low voice, putting the overall situation first.

Zhao Changhe then thought about it, Feng Zen ten formations, those who break into the formation must abide by the rules, and those who defend the formation must abide by the rules, one of the rules is that after entering the formation, they must not leave without permission, and Song Guichan was angry with this little devil and became that look, so he could only stay in the tenth formation and shoot far away, it is because of this rule, if he goes out of the formation, it means that he has admitted defeat.

"Little devil, if you have a kind, quickly enter the battle and die!"

Zhao Changhe, who couldn't get out of the battle and couldn't hold back his temperament when he was scolded, was extremely angry and shouted angrily in a low voice.

"How about I not enter the formation? Who stipulates that I have to enter the formation? Master has just broken through seven formations, and I'm a little tired, can't I rest for a while? What is the longest rest time? I remember that in three days, even if I broke through ten formations, right? Master, I broke into here from the first formation, and it only took me half a day, fuck, let me scold for two more days and two nights, and then say, if I don't scold the ancestors of your Zhao family from the grave circle today, I won't be surnamed Zhao, and I won't have the face to be the ancestor of your Zhao family......"

Fang Xing pinched his waist, the more he scolded, the more excited he became, and he felt elated.

"You're looking for death!"

"Boom......"

Three whips in a row were whipped out of the formation, which shows the weight of the murderous aura in Zhao Changhe's heart.

But Fang Xing just waved his hand, easily dissolved the three thunder whips, wiped his nose, and continued to scold: "The old men and stinky old ladies on the mountain and down the mountain all listen, do you know how this beast with a beast face and a heart picks up ashes with his little mother......?

"Changhe, control anger!"

At the foot of the mountain, the Daoist Master of the Talisman suddenly raised his voice and shouted, his brows furrowed, reminding Zhao Changhe not to be angry, and then shouted towards Fang Xing: "Xiao'er, if you want to break into the formation, you will quickly enter the formation, hide outside the formation, and be full of desolation, don't you feel ashamed?"

"Which rule on Fengzen Mountain is not allowed to swear?"

Fang Xing pinched his waist and shouted down the mountain: "Then what if he scolded me just now, what if he sent me to death?"

In a word, the Daoist Daoist who originally wanted to suppress Fang Xing with rules didn't know what to say, his eyes were cold, and he intuitively felt that this little devil didn't seem to be just scolding, but like he was playing some unsightly idea, could it be to deliberately provoke Changhe? But it was not like it, he had heard that this little devil also cultivated thunder arts, so he should know that people who cultivate thunder arts, the deeper their cultivation, the easier it is to be affected by thunder law, and they have a short temper, but anger is not necessarily a bad thing, and Lei Fa is more and more violent.

In this way, the little devil's statement of provoking Zhao Changhe will not work, and he should not be unintelligible.

And when the Dao Master of this Talisman Dao lowered his head and muttered, Fang Xing had already continued to scold: "What kind of thing do you say, you didn't grow a knife to fight with the master, so you hid in the formation and let the elders of your family trouble the master?" You are such a fucking soft egg, just go home and hide under your mother's skirt, so that you won't be scared to pee your pants when the master and I do thunder magic......

"Enough!"

In the array, Zhao Changhe couldn't hold back any longer, his tongue bloomed with spring thunder, the sound was like thunder, and the surrounding mountains and rocks were rattling, shaking the sand and dust.

"Enough for your uncle!"

Fang Xing's voice was louder, and the scolding was even more energetic: "Master is going to scold for two days and two nights this time, I want to let all the people in the Northern Region of Shenzhou know that you were a bloody dog who was once scolded by me, and everyone mentioned you is a big joke......"

"Huh!"

I don't know how many monks, a thought flashed keenly in their hearts.

If it is said that the previous Fang Xing's scolding just seemed a little ridiculous, then he said this last sentence, which must be guarded against.

The reputation is as big as the sky, and the words of people are like tigers and wolves.

If he really did this, no matter whether Zhao Changhe could finally kill the little devil and vent this evil breath, it would be detrimental to his reputation if it was spread, especially if it was promoted by some well-intentioned people, it would become a joke......

In addition, the little devil pinched his waist and cursed, but he really lacked pumping! )