He ...... Who is he?"

King Golden-winged Xiaopeng's face was flushed, and he trembled for a long time before he could hold back a sentence.

The middle-aged man in the golden robe shouted: "He is the descendant of the evil ancestor's lineage, you are three or four generations taller, you should be called the little ancestor!"

Fang Xing laughed when he heard this, and said politely: "No, no, no, the voice of the master will become a ......."

"I ...... I ......"

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King was really speechless, he raised his head in a daze, glanced at Fang Xing, who was standing with his arms crossed in front of him, looking at his grandson's eyes all over his face, and then at the three ancestors who were angry and a little weak-hearted, only to feel that there seemed to be something blocked in his chest, and his head exploded even more, and he couldn't say a word, and suddenly he felt that the world was spinning, and he fainted directly.

"Alas...... The resistance to blows is too poor...... You have to teach it well!"

Fang Xing sighed, his own appearance of a long way.

The middle-aged man in the golden robe brushed his sleeves and hugged King Xiaopeng, smiling bitterly, and he didn't know what to say.

At this time, the red feather had already flown back after the exchange with the middle-aged man in the golden robe, and it was coincidentally inserted in Fang Xing's head, it looked like a red hair had grown on the top of Fang Xing's head, and the middle-aged man in the golden robe didn't know whether to respect the red feather or respect Fang Xing, and he saluted helplessly, and then said to Fang Xing: "Fang Xiaoyou, the old man is late, are you okay?"

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay, it's good that you're here!"

Fang Xing laughed, plucked the red feather casually, and stuffed it into the storage bag, this action made Peng San have a toothache for a while.

"This is not the place to talk, since you have come to the demon land, let me go to the Lone Blade Mountain to settle down!"

Peng San was very polite. The words are respectful. Be careful.

"Wait for me. Tell me something!"

Fang Xing said that, and then explained some words to the clansmen of the Golden Crow lineage, at this time, the patriarch of the Golden Crow clan and the three elders were already about to be petrified, and the patriarch's son Wu Yidian was even more frightened and hid in the corner, covered in a cold sweat, trembling, but Wu San'er was full of joy, although she hadn't figured out how Fang Xing did it. All in all, the certainty of rescuing my cousin is greater.

"Patriarch, the matter of rescuing Jin Liuzi is on me!"

Fang Xing said to the patriarch of the Jinwu clan with a serious face, with a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance.

"Good...... Okay, Liu'er is really blessed to have a friend like you!"

Wu Gumu didn't know what to say anymore, so he echoed Fang Xing's words: "If you need anything, just ask!"

Fang Xing was waiting for this sentence, clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "Then I'm welcome." I heard that there are three immortal spirits in Fusang Mountain?"

The Golden Crow Patriarch was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he didn't know what to say......

Usan was furious. This bastard is really fighting the idea of his own treasure trove!

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Lonely Blade Mountain, in the ancestral land of the retreat of the three primordial infants, there is a stone table, three futons, and a few cups of tea, and next to this stone table, there are several old men with thin faces, all of whom are very old, and if they go out, it is enough to make the demon court tremble, and in fact, among these three people, there are also two, not to mention that they have not appeared in front of people for hundreds of years.

They are already the heritage of Lone Blade Mountain, the deterrent existence of the great inheritance.

At this time, they all came out of the customs and talked softly, and the center of the conversation was the evil king who had recently returned.

"That red feather is indeed the doppelganger of the third uncle's refining, I have confirmed that he is not dead! Or he did almost lose his soul back then, but he was by chance, and after being trapped for three hundred years, he got out of trouble again, but also because of some karma, he refined into a true immortal thunder soul, and later took the shell of an ancient fierce beast Vermilion Bird...... According to what his old man said to me, the current realm of the Tribulation is only a matter of time for him, and if the opportunity is right, he may ...... Become an immortal!"

The youngest of them, the golden-robed old man who had taken Fang Xing back to the mountain, was speaking in a deep voice with a solemn face.

"True Immortal Thunder Soul? Ancient Fierce Beast Vermilion Bird?"

After hearing this, the dark golden-haired old man on the left gasped: "These two kinds of opportunities, either one of them can be encountered, how did the third one do it? If this is the case, the day the third one returns, it will be the time when I will dominate the demon clan in Lonely Blade Mountain!"

"As far as I know, the third uncle never tells lies!In addition, that red feather is indeed like the feather of a pure-blooded vermilion bird, and the divine soul fluctuations attached to the red feather also contain a trace of thunder, which is only available in the cultivation of the Tribulation......"

The middle-aged man in the golden robe spoke in a deep voice, confirming these two things.

The other two old men were silent for a long time, and one of them said softly: "The third one back then was indeed a genius of our generation of Lone Blade Mountain! Their generation, the wizards of the demon clan doubled, a total of eight handsome talents, led the troops to fight against the Demon Chasing Alliance, and rose with iron-blooded achievements, known as the eight demon kings, and the third uncle ranked third among them, so he had the title of Dapeng Evil King, which can be said to be a genius that I have rarely seen in a thousand years in Lone Blade Mountain, but his ambition is too great, in order to avenge the old seven, he has to go to Nanzhan Prefecture to assassinate the head of the Huangfu family, and the result is no ......."

"But in any case, his courage and change, knowledge and understanding, can be described as supreme, if he says that he has achieved those two creations, he must be able to trust, not to mention, he has already said, now he has another creation, it is a treasure land containing endless opportunities for creation, when he takes care of the things there, he will return to meet us, why lie to us? is that he said that there is hope to cultivate into a demon immortal, then he must have a little certainty, he will say the words......"

After some discussion, the three of them fell silent, and after a while, the old demon cultivator on the right who seemed to be unable to walk the road sighed softly and said, "The words of the little third son can be believed, but the Terran boy is ......."

The middle-aged man in the golden robe was a little helpless, and said in a low voice: "The third uncle said, what ...... That's his grandson......"

"Poof......

The other two Lone Blade Mountain overhaulers who were indifferently drinking tea sprayed out at the same time: "Is the third child blind when we are blind?"

The middle-aged man in the golden robe also smiled bitterly: "I can also see that the young man has no demon energy on his body, he has the blood of the demon clan, and it must be more than ten generations, no matter how he says it, it will not be the blood of the third uncle, but the third uncle is sure of this, and the thunder on the third uncle's body is indeed slightly similar to the breath on this young man's body, maybe there is something hidden, in addition, the third uncle has repeatedly instructed that his wisp of immortal machine will fall on this young man, so we must not be contemptuous......"

When the other two old men heard his words, they nodded slightly, and one of them said, "Well, since the third child is so solemn, then this son really can't be taken lightly...... That's it, I will regard it as my Lone Blade Mountain descendant, let the people below serve for a good life, and the blood of my Lone Blade Mountain is the same, don't slack off a little...... Alas, who would have thought that Lao Sanyin would still be alive after so many years? Haha, not to mention becoming an immortal, even if he can cultivate to the Tribulation Realm, it will also be the blessing of my Lonely Blade Mountain......"

After a free conversation, Fang Xing's extraordinary status in Lone Blade Mountain has been determined.

However, after the middle-aged man in the golden robe agreed, he smiled bitterly: "But this young man is not a fuel-efficient lamp, when he met Tian'er, he must have known Tian'er's identity, but he also beat Tian'er like a pig's head, with Tian'er's temperament, how can he stand this kind of humiliation, and now he is still kneeling outside the old ancestor's cave, asking you to administer justice to him......"

Hearing this, the eldest old demon cultivator smiled bitterly: "What justice can I administer to him, this time he should also suffer some losses, among the descendants, he is such a competitive person, but he was played by the little fox of Qingqiu Mountain, the old man does not teach him personally, it is good, how can he still teach him a lesson for the descendants of the third child......? Yes, you just say I'm still in retreat, let him go back!"

Another old man also laughed and said: "It's just the right time for the third 'grandson' to come back, and soon after that big event in the Demon Court, the ancient demon eight veins poured out four or five outstanding juniors in the Jindan realm, but Tian'er's foundation is not solid, and he can't let him break through the Jindan so quickly, but if he doesn't get married, he will inevitably have some lack of confidence against the other veins and the Junjie of Shenzhou and Canglan Sea, and this son is not very old, but he has profound strength, and he can say it in name, but it just happened to let him take Tian'er to go in and seize the creation!"

"In that case, I will command myself!"

The middle-aged man in the golden robe responded with a wry smile, thinking that Xiaopeng Wang Ling Tian's suffering was in vain. (To be continued......)

PS: There's one more chapter in the evening.,It's the end of the month.,Let's take out the monthly pass in stock and vote for a few chapters of the old ghost!