The scolding between Fang Xing and the weak disciple quickly attracted the attention of the people around him, and he laughed for a while, but the weak disciple also had a few good brothers, and when he saw that the weak disciple was about to be scolded by the disciple with Ding and other qualifications, he was immediately angry, and a disciple with a big waist and a round waist pointed at Fang Xing and scolded: "Stinky little ghost, clean mouth!"

Fang Xing was not afraid at all, and crossed his waist and scolded: "Dead Hairy Bear, what does it matter to you?

The weak disciple's tears were about to flow out of his eyes, and he bit his handkerchief and said to Mao Xiong: "Look at him......"

He looked like two people with one leg, which caused the surrounding disciples to laugh.

"Hahahaha, it's really two rabbits......"

Fang Xing burst out laughing and shouted as he pointed at the two people.

The disciple with a big waist and a round waist blushed angrily, stepped out of the team directly, and walked towards the direction with an unkind face.

Fang Xing was not afraid at all, and said loudly: "Senior brothers, these two rabbits look down on our disciples with Ding-level qualifications, especially that dead sissy, just now they have been muttering that our disciples with Ding-level qualifications are a waste of spirit stones, why don't you hurry up and go home, so that we can give the spirit stones to their C-level qualified disciples, do you think we can bear this?"

As soon as these words came out, the anger of many disciples with Ding-level qualifications immediately rose.

Although they didn't hear it if the weak disciples said this, the contemptuous eyes of the C-level disciples were all in their eyes, and they had already had fire in their hearts, and they were aroused by Fang Xing's words. When he saw the big-shouldered and round-waisted disciple come out of the queue, he walked towards a little child in his team with an unkind face, and he seemed to be about to make a move, and his anger grew even greater.

"Is the third-class qualification amazing? If you have the ability, why don't you evaluate the second-class?"

"Our D-level qualification is also a disciple of the Dao Sect, everyone has the same practice, what can we pretend?"

"Ten years a group of disciples have entered the inner gate, and there are not necessarily many fewer disciples with D-level qualifications than you!"

For a while, among the D-level disciples, there were more than a dozen people shouting loudly, and the momentum was quite strong.

When the disciple with a big shoulder and a round waist saw this, his face suddenly turned white and he didn't dare to approach.

Seeing this, Fang Xing was triumphant, what are you waiting for if you don't beat the water dog at this time?

He immediately shouted, "Big Hairy Bear, do you still want to come over and provoke him? Are we really a Ding-level disciple to bully?" Beat him!"

As he spoke, he was about to rush up to fight in a group first, but he was stopped by the fat Taoist who was complaining.

The fat Taoist is really convinced, how can he quarrel with people even if he queues up!

And they have to rush to do it, which is simply afraid that the world will not be chaotic......

Many of the D-level disciples are also red-eyed, they are young, they are in full swing, and they have just entered the Daomen, and they don't know much about the depth of the Daomen, and when they see someone picking their heads, they want to go up and fight, anyway, there are many D-level disciples, which are several times the number of B-class disciples, and no matter how they fight, they will not suffer.

The people in the third rank of the disciples suddenly changed color, and they felt a strong sense of threat.

Although they looked down on D-level disciples, they thought that in time, their cultivation would definitely leave them far behind.

It's just that, after all, it's a matter of time, and now that everyone has entered the Dao Gate for a short time, no one is better than anyone else, if you really want to start, it's hard to say whether you'll win or lose one-on-one, not to mention that the number of people is several times that of your own?

Especially the weak disciple, his white face was extremely pale, and his eyes were full of horror.

The C-level qualification disciple with a big waist and a round waist had already returned to the team in fright, in a cold sweat.

However, just when everyone was about to lose their anger, suddenly an old man in charge of distributing spirit stones in front of him suddenly took a breath and said coldly: "Shut up for me, don't you want any spirit stones?"

The sound waves rolled, like a river tide, and suddenly fell from the sky, rumbling on the top of everyone's heads.

For a moment, the excited disciples immediately fell silent, and their legs trembled one by one.

And Fang Xing also stood up straight at this moment, pretending to be an honest man, looking left and right as if there was nothing to do.

Fortunately, after the elder in front of him suddenly suppressed this group of irascible disciples, he did not look for the culprit, but called over the next disciple who should receive the spirit stone, and continued to distribute the spirit stone with an expressionless face.

In fact, they have seen this kind of fight countless times, and there are many people who are stricter than this, and there are many real fires.

And Daomen has always taken a side-by-side attitude towards such disputes, after all, for young people, competitiveness is not necessarily a bad thing.

A group fight can't be fought, any Dao Sect elder can stop such a thing from happening, and if there is no fight, how can the blood in the hearts of these disciples be vented?

Naturally, it's a practice.

After all, no matter what kind of qualifications a disciple has, as long as he cultivates up, he will be able to ascend to the sky in one step and be looked up to by others!

After waiting for a while, seeing that no one elder came to blame him, Fang Xing suddenly became proud again, and squeezed his eyebrows at the weak disciple's provocation, but that disciple suffered a loss, but he was already afraid, so he only lowered his head and lined up, ignoring the provocation of Fang Xing.

The fat Taoist found out that Fang Xing was making trouble behind his back, so he had to helplessly pull him in front of him, and persuaded him to restrain his temperament, not to conflict with people when there is nothing to do, after all, in the Daomen, it is still important to cultivate.

Fang Xing provoked for a while, the weak disciple had already received the spirit stone, and when he left, he glared at Fang Xing fiercely.

Fang Xing disdained, and opened his mouth in a low voice: "Dead sissy!"

The weak disciple trembled angrily, but the bear-like man grabbed him and said in a low voice: "I want him to look good!"

As he spoke, he pulled this weak disciple and left.

Fang Xing suddenly felt a little bored, but fortunately, he didn't put much effort into it, and it was finally his turn to receive the spirit stone.

The elder who issued the spirit stone glanced at him, and suddenly said, "Young man, instead of focusing on arguing with others, it is better to focus on cultivation, if you can enter the inner gate, someone will naturally change your qualifications!"

Fang Xing was stunned, only then did he know what he had just done, this elder knew it in his heart, so he smiled and said, "Thank you for your advice, the disciple must redouble his efforts to expand the lintel of my Qingyun Sect!"

"Flim Flam!"

The elder also smiled, took the wooden card of Fang Xing, and after testing, he made a registration and gave him the spirit stone.

"Senior Brother Fang, you listen to me, after receiving the spirit stone, let's hurry back, don't stop on the road, especially the eyes, you know......?

The fat Taoist also finished receiving the spirit stone, the two left the team, and on the way back, he chattered to Fang Xing.

"What does that mean?"

Fang Xing rolled his eyes at him.

"It's good that you remember my words, can senior brother still lie to you?"

A hint of helplessness flashed in the fat Taoist's eyes, and he stuffed the spirit stone into his arms like a thief, as if he was afraid that others would snatch it.

Fang Xing is not very rare, after all, there are still more than twenty pieces hidden in the Cave Heaven Ring on his body!

On the way back, I saw more and more disciples, some in groups, talking and laughing while walking, some alone in a hurry, hurrying quickly, and some arrogant, deliberately in front of everyone to sacrifice the flying sword, stepping on the sword and sliding, every time they swooped through the crowd, they caused everyone to exclaim and look at them with envy.

Fang Xing scoffed at this, it was purely for show!

Stepping on the sword and sliding, according to the reason, as long as you have spiritual power, you can infuse the flying sword with spiritual power, and it will naturally be able to lift it into the air.

It's just that this is an extremely mana-consuming behavior, with the cultivation of these outer disciples, I'm afraid that if I can't fly a distance of thirty zhang, the spiritual power will be consumed, you must know, even the famous Lingyun Senior Sister and Xiao Jianming of the Qingyun Sect are also white cranes and iron eagles as substitute mounts, why don't they use flying swords? It's just that this method consumes too much spiritual power.

Even Fang Xing himself now has a flying sword on his side, of course, it is a little unsightly.

What is even more amazing is that on the side of the road, some disciples with fierce expressions appear from time to time, and their eyes sweep over everyone coldly.

The fat Taoist lowered his head, carefully guarding the method of not making eye contact with others, and hurriedly walked away with Fang Xing's sleeves.

"What are these bastards doing all the time?"

Fang Xing walked all the way, and was stared at fiercely by several people, and couldn't help but muttered and scolded.

The fat Taoist was shocked, and hurriedly lowered his voice and said: "My good senior brother, senior brother knows that you can't stand it, but this is not the time for you to get angry, after all, your cultivation is still pressing, let me tell you the truth, this group of people are all bullies in the door, and they are blocking the roadside when they are issuing spirit stones, waiting to pick someone to blackmail, they are all eager to make trouble now, if you look at them, they will think that you are provoking, come up and beat you, the spirit stone is snatched, who do you find to reason with......"

Fang Xing's eyes lit up, and he said in a trembling voice: "Don't you care about the Daomen?"

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