Using the action of picking up spirit stones as a cover, Fang Xing pulled out the knife and stabbed it, and at the same time jumped backwards, pulled out the knife, and then stepped forward to add a punch to hit him with a hard wound, so as not to protect his body with his aura, and then raised the power of counterattack. After all, the person in front of him is a standard smart double cultivation, and his overall strength is much higher than that of a person with a lot of agility, even if he is stabbed, it is terrible to go crazy.

Either don't do it, or do it absolutely, Fang Xing grew up under the indoctrination of this concept since he was a child.

Rao is Senior Brother Liu's dual cultivation, and after being punched by this knife, he suddenly felt severe pain in his lower abdomen and weakness in his body.

"Senior Brother Liu, how is this filial piety?"

Fang Xing smiled, turned around and walked behind Senior Brother Liu, flew up and kicked him on the back.

Senior Brother Liu fell to the ground, wiped the ashes on his face, the wound in his abdomen was torn by this action, and the pain suddenly became even worse, the whole person bowed up like a prawn, and covered his stomach with both hands, and blood was gurgling.

"Little mongrel...... You...... Dare...... Sneak attack...... Me?"

Senior Brother Liu gritted his teeth and screamed, looking like a tough guy, and he didn't say anything to beg for mercy.

"Just be so vigilant, and learn to be a robber?"

Fang Xing sneered, ready to search to see if there was anything good on this person.

But at this moment, that Senior Brother Liu quietly stuffed his arm into his arms, and he deliberately shouted in his mouth: "Little bastard, Lao Tzu admitted it today, but you ...... Don't think ...... Eat Lao Tzu ......"

"Senior Brother Fang be careful......"

Suddenly, the fat Taoist exclaimed, and in his direction, he could just see the movements of this Senior Brother Liu.

Fang Xing sneered "hey", and suddenly pounced on him, and the dagger in his hand was raised, nailing the arm that Senior Brother Liu wanted to raise to the ground, and this Senior Brother Liu screamed, and with a loud cry in his hand, a small sword fell.

The small sword is about a foot long, and there are some exquisite runes engraved on it, which looks extraordinary.

"Sure enough, I don't cry when I don't see the coffin, and you still want to sacrifice the flying sword to hurt me?"

Fang Xing sneered and kicked this Senior Brother Liu twice in the stomach, and the painful Senior Brother Liu screamed miserably.

He's a tough guy too, but this little bastard is too dark to call on the wound all the time.

This kind of pain, no matter how hard the sigh is, can't bear it.

Fang Xing picked up the small sword on the ground, looked at it, and stuffed it into his arms, he had already identified it just now, and found that this was actually a flying sword with seven magic weapons, this is a good thing, it is suitable for his own use, the Nine Snake Jin Yan Sword, although the grade is much better than this flying sword, but it consumes too much spiritual power, and it can't be seen lightly, so it can't be used lightly.

"Senior Brother Fang, return the sword to him, this is what the Daomen selected from the Magic Weapon Pavilion when he worshiped the Immortal Gate, this is not allowed to be snatched, if you take it by force, the Daomen elders will definitely come to punish you......"

Seeing this, the fat Taoist hurriedly persuaded Fang Xing in a low voice.

When Senior Brother Liu heard his words, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Dead fat man...... Count you ruthless...... Gang up with such a little cub...... Plotting against me...... After Lao Tzu recovered from his injuries...... I'm going to kill your dog......"

When the fat Taoist heard this, his face was shocked, and he seemed to have anticipated Senior Brother Liu's crazy revenge in the future.

Thinking like this, his entire fat face had turned dead gray.

"It's ridiculous, do you think the master will give you a chance to take revenge?"

When Fang Xing heard this, he smiled coldly, and the small sword in his hand slashed around the side of Senior Brother Liu's neck.

"You...... How dare you ...... Kill me...... Won't it?"

Senior Brother Liu was shocked, but he still shouted stubbornly.

The fat Dao man was also taken aback, and subconsciously pulled Fang Xing's sleeve.

He was really afraid that this little devil would kill this Senior Brother Liu in a fit of anger, according to what he had always known about him, this little devil was not unable to do this kind of thing, but after all, the Daomen was a Daomen, not a demon sect, and after killing someone, he was sentenced to confinement for one year, that was because the murderer had excellent qualifications, and his family was rich, if a Ding-level disciple with no background killed someone......

Not to mention expelling from the door wall, even if it is a loss of life!

At this time, there is at least more than ten miles away from this mountain forest on a mountain peak, an ancient pine, crowned like a canopy, under the ancient pine, two old men are playing against each other, one is a black-haired childish face, full of red light, the other is a young man's face, full of white hair, this game of chess between the two people, has been played for a month, to be precise, it is already the thirty-third day, the chess game is only halfway through.

"How many of the disciples you have noticed this time?"

The white-haired young man held a sunspot in his hand, pondered for a long time, and suddenly asked softly.

The black-haired old man smiled: "It's not bad, there are enough ten Grade A qualifications, which is beyond my expectations!"

The white-haired young man smiled silently, his eyes fixed on the chessboard.

The black-haired old man suddenly thought that the white-haired young man asked him how many he had noticed, so he groaned slightly, and then replied: "Among the ten first-class qualifications, three are rich and wealthy, two are from the family, and one is named Hou Qing.

The implication was that among the more than 1,000 new disciples who had entered the Dao Sect, he noticed six.

The white-haired young man was still smiling, his eyes looking to one place, and he was silent.

The black-haired old man smiled bitterly and said, "How many have Uncle Shi noticed?"

The white-haired young man smiled slightly and said, "One, and I just noticed it!"

The black-haired old man's face changed, and his mind swept in the direction that the white-haired young man was looking at, and he immediately understood who the white-haired young man was referring to, and hesitated: "How old is this, so you can do it so ruthlessly, uncle, do you want me to punish him?"

The white-haired young man fell, placed it in front of the black-haired old man, and said softly, "Play chess!"

The moment he fell, he seemed to glance into the sky intentionally or unintentionally.

Above the sky, nine hanging coffins floated in the starry sky, immovable, eternal and peaceful, as if the protector of this continent seemed to be the sword of the hanging top......

............

"I won't kill you......"

At this time, Fang Xing faced Senior Brother Liu's toughness and said with a smile: "But it will be difficult for you to trouble me again in the future!"

He smiled and smiled, and suddenly his eyes were cold, and the flying sword in his hand was even stabbed with a few stabs, and with a few pops, it stabbed Senior Brother Liu on both legs, waist, and arms a few times, and the blood immediately spurted out, and Senior Brother Liu immediately howled like a pig.

Fang Xing stood up, looked at the flying sword in his hand, and said regretfully: "It's a pity, it can't belong to me!"

After that, he threw it into the mountain stream next to him, and he didn't know where it fell.

He squatted down again, stepped on Senior Brother Liu's neck with one foot, didn't let him move, reached out and touched him, searched out two spirit stones, and stuffed them into his arms unceremoniously, then reached out and pulled out the knife nailed to his arm, wiped the blood on his clothes, put it away, clapped his hands, and said easily: "Let's go!"

The fat man's face was as gray as death, and he followed him closely, eager to leave this pig-like scene immediately.

Fang Xing's skillfulness and calmness in doing these things made him feel a great fear.

"Senior Brother Fang...... You're not going to scrap him......

"How can it be so easy to scrap, it is just to make him heal more slowly, at least three or five months inconvenient to walk!"

The fat Taoist was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "After three or five months, doesn't he still have to come to take revenge?"

Fang Xing smiled coldly and said, "Three or five months later, even if it is a head-to-head battle, only I will bully him!"

The words are very confident, and they are a little dumbfounded!

However, the fat Taoist listened, but he couldn't help but cry bitterly.

In his opinion, Senior Brother Liu is agile and double, where can he deal with it lightly in three or five months?

At this time, on the side of the road, Mao Xiong and Sissy and the other three trembled and wanted to slip away, but were stopped by Fang Xing.

"Ah, dead sissy, you're here too, what a coincidence?"

The weak disciple trembled, and immediately his legs trembled, and he couldn't even walk.

Mao Xiong's gall was even greater, barely maintaining his composure, and deliberately made a expressionless appearance, saying, "We are waiting for someone here, what do you want to do...... What?"

No matter how calm he pretended, his voice couldn't help but tremble.

Fang Xing smiled, shook off the fat Taoist's hand pulling at his sleeve, held the short knife in his hand, and forced it over with figure-eight steps.

"Don't talk nonsense, hand it over!"

"Delivery...... What ...... to give?"

The weak disciple hid behind Mao Xiong, and Mao Xiong also wanted to dodge, but the knife had already been handed in front of him.

His face was pale, but he still forced himself to support his body and said.

"What to pay? Don't pretend to be confused, will you know what to hand over if the master gives you some color?"

Fang Xing looked fierce, his eyes were looking at the hairy bear, as if he was looking for a place to put the knife.

Mao Xiong was still a little unwilling, but the weak disciple was really frightened, hiding behind Mao Xiong and not showing his head, but threw out the spirit stone in his hand and shouted: "You take it quickly, I was wrong just now, I shouldn't look at you, I won't dare to ...... in the future."

Fang Xing stretched out his hand and grabbed the spirit stone, and tilted his little head to look at the hairy bear: "What about yours?"

"My ...... Do you want it too?"

The hairy bear was frightened, Fang Xing's expression changed, he seemed to be a little impatient, and with a wave of the knife, he was about to stab over.

"Take ...... Take it ......"

Mao Xiong trembled in his heart, and hurriedly handed over the spirit stone.

Fang Xing accepted it again, and then looked at the third thin disciple, who was obviously pulled by the woolly bear and the sissy to help the fist, but this time there was no need to say what he said, that guy obediently handed over the spirit stone, very honest.

Fang Xing threw it in his hand with satisfaction, and then his eyes widened, and he told the three of them to get out.

Looking at the backs of the three people fleeing in a hurry, Fang Xing proudly said to the fat dao: "Ah, that's how the spirit stone came from......"

(Thanks to [Yu Yunjie], [Leathersmith Lao Dong], and [YangZhiGang] for the tips of the three children's shoes, thank you!)