Chapter 14: Unbearable

"The surname Fang, you don't have to force words there, here my uncle spent two broken spirit stones to rent, now please hurry up and get out of here!" The little radish is not good-tempered, pointing at Fang Song and shouting, his face is full of anger.

Fang Song's practice of being robbed of land and business, he couldn't stand it, and the old customers he had cultivated all knew about this place.

"Get out, presumptuous!" Fang Song's two eyebrows suddenly stood up, and he shouted, and at the same time, his fingertips flashed, and a spirit sword talisman appeared on his fingertips, and after the transformation, a rune sword the size of an index finger began to linger around his fingertips.

This kind of talisman sword seems to be similar to Bai Xinyao's flying sword, but Bai Xinyao's flying sword is a magic weapon, and this spirit sword talisman is indeed the most superficial battle talisman, although it can be sharpened like clay and extremely sharp, but it cannot be compared with the real flying sword.

However, even so, in front of ordinary people, it is still extraordinarily powerful.

Seeing the small silver rune sword on Fang Song's fingertips, the little radish with a shouting face, his body froze, a subtle fear flashed in his eyes, and the steps under his feet retreated slightly.

The people who came and went to the bazaar, seeing Fang Song, who had been powerful in the bazaar in the past, hid far away, for fear that the talisman sword would hurt them by mistake.

Although Ning Chen is also a third-layer condensation qi and his cultivation is not weaker than Fang Song, as a scholar, Ning Chen really doesn't like to fight and grudge with others, so he hurriedly blocked in front of Xiao Radish with his body, looked at the angry Fang Song with a calm expression, and said gently: "Forget it, since Senior Brother Fang likes this stall, then you can be here." ”

After that, Ning Chen slowly left with the little radish, and then set up a stall in a small remote corner nearby.

Seeing Ning Chen's "cowardly" appearance, Fang Song pursed his lips, and he could be sure in his heart that this Ning Chen not only had no cultivation, but was also very easy to bully.

For such a soft persimmon, if you don't pinch it well, you will be sorry for yourself.

At the same time, on top of a teahouse not far away, a man in a blue and gold silk robe was sitting by the window, quietly watching the noisy market.

He is the disciple of the Demon Spirit Sect's Painting Ren Pavilion, named Situ Fan, who already has the strength of the fifth layer of condensation, and he has cultivated in the Demon Spirit Sect like this, although he is not a monopoly on one side, but he has already established his own status, not to mention that the founder of this Painting Ren Pavilion is the first painter of the Demon Spirit Sect to paint ghosts, and he can be regarded as half an apprentice of painting ghosts.

On the tea table in front of him, there was a beauty psychedelic talisman drawn by Ning Chen.

"It seems that this Ning Chen is not surprising except for the better pictures of the ladies, even Fang Song can ride on his head, which shows that he is a mediocre person, and he is useless, and I don't know why Senior Brother Zhao Zihuai is interested in him. Situ Fan muttered softly, then picked up the jade cup and took a sip of tea.

"Senior brother got Ning Chen's beauty psychedelic charm, and felt that he would make achievements in painting, just to let us explore his bottom and see how this person is, and then make a decision, if it is just a general person, let him go. The woman in red sitting opposite Situ Fan said, not talking about Bai Xinyao's alluring country, but it looked extra charming.

She is also a disciple of the Painting Pavilion.

Situ Fan didn't speak, but just looked out the window with interest, sighing in his heart, it was a waste of time.

Ning Chen, who was located in the corner of the bazaar, never thought that anyone would observe him, at this moment, his front was sinking like water, holding an ancient book, and reading it carefully.

Obviously, I didn't lose my interest in what I had just done.

On the other hand, the little radish sitting in front of the stall had an angry face, staring viciously at Fang Song not far away from time to time, holding an inferior beauty psychedelic charm to swagger there.

Many monks who came here were deceived like that, and they were simply despicable and shameless, but they dared not speak out.

"Uncle Shi, he used our name to deceive again. The little radish twisted his little head and said to Ning Chen with a look of disgrief.

Ning Chen didn't say anything, just licked his index finger lightly with his index finger, and turned the page of the ancient book in his hand.

"Hey, this is the legend, Ning Chen's beauty psychedelic talisman? This is too inferior, right?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly came, and I saw a dark-skinned monk dressed in a black robe in front of Fang Song's stall, frowning and saying to Fang Song.

"This is the beauty psychedelic talisman drawn by Ning Chen himself, and the mystery in this needs to be experienced slowly. Fang Song sat cross-legged in front of the stall and said unashamedly.

"I don't believe it, I've seen my brother's beauty psychedelic charm, it's much better than this. The black-robed monk was not stupid, and then spoke.

"If you don't believe me, ask him if he painted this beauty psychedelic charm. As he spoke, Fang Song turned his gaze at Ning Chen, his expression became cold, and then said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Ning Chen, did you draw the beauty psychedelic talisman in my hand, and entrusted me to help you sell it?"

The tone of his voice is very threatening.

Ning Chen, who was holding the ancient book, saw that Fang Song was looking at him, without the slightest fear on his face, he slowly put down the ancient book in his hand, and said very indifferently: "No." ”

"Huh?" Fang Song's eyebrows suddenly stood up, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he said sharply: "Boy, you dare to dismantle my platform in front of others, are you tired of it?"

"I've never liked fighting, advocating more things than less, you occupy my stall, I let you, you pretend to be me to buy talismans, I endure it, but you deceive others, and you want me to testify for you, Senior Brother Fang Song, don't deceive people too much!" Ning Chen slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said word by word, the next few words, the tone was extra heavy.

Although Ning Chen is good-tempered, it does not mean that he has no temper.

"How can I deceive you? Dare to dismantle my platform, I have to let you know how powerful my uncle is today. Fang Song said sharply, his fingertips shook, and the talisman sword was already lingering around his fingertips.

Seeing this scene, all kinds of pedestrians nearby changed slightly, and instinctively dodged, here, there are only a handful of people who can control the talisman sword.

The little radish standing on the side was even more shocked, although he couldn't control it, but he knew the power of the rune sword, he could easily cut the steel in half and cut it on ordinary people, and the consequences could be imagined.

"Boy, kneel down for me, I will spare you from dying, otherwise I will make you regret coming to the Demon Spirit Sect. Fang Song's face showed murderous intent, and he didn't take the cowardly Ning Chen as a thing at all.

"I'd rather kneel down to heaven and earth, kneel down to my parents and teachers, you don't have the qualifications to let me kneel. Ning Chen put away the ancient book, put one hand behind his back, and said softly.

"Looking for death!" Fang Song's eyes widened, his anger at Ning Chen was monstrous, he mobilized the aura in his body, pointed forward with one hand, and the rune sword was like a sharp arrow, drawing a ray of light, piercing Ning Chen's eyebrows.

If this is stabbed, Ning Chen will definitely die.

Seeing the frightened faces of the pedestrians one by one, they never dreamed that this Fang Song would be so domineering and cruel to such an extent, not to mention robbing other people's territory, pretending to be someone else's not to say anything, as long as people don't say a word, they will kill the killer.

Ning Chen looked at the Fu Sword that came quickly, the expression on his face could be described as no shock or anger, calm as water, he had already reached the third layer of condensation, and his reaction was no longer what it used to be.

"Cheap!"

In the face of Fang Song's aggressiveness, Ning Chen couldn't bear it anymore, mobilized the aura on his body, and with a force under his feet, while avoiding the Fu Sword, he appeared in front of Fang Song like a cheetah, and then without saying a word, he raised his hand to Fang Song is slap.

Syllable!

In an instant, a crisp sound spread all around, don't look at Ning Chen's dislike to fight with people, but once he made a move, the hand was extremely heavy, and the slap stained with aura slapped firmly on Fang Song's face, and flew Fang Song's fan out alive.

Fang Song, who was caught off guard, spun around in the air, and a dog gnawed on the mud and fell heavily on the bluestone ground, looking disgraced.

The onlookers on the sidelines were completely stupid when they saw such a scene, they didn't see what happened just now, they only saw Ning Chen's figure flash, and he appeared in front of Fang Song, and then raised his hand, and Fang Song flew out.

Everything happened too fast, and what made them even more unbelievable was that Ning Chen, who was soft and weak before, had such skills.

Fang Song, who was lying on the ground, was gray-faced, on one side of his face, five finger prints were clearly visible, and the whole person was already annoyed and angry, and his eyes were about to erupt with fire.

"Ning Chen, you dare to make a move, I am a third-layer condensation qi, and I am already an outer disciple in the Demon Spirit Sect, I have to kill you today, let you see how terrifying the strength of the third-layer condensation is!" Fang Song jumped up and roared, he was just careless just now.

Seeing Fang Song release the aura of the third layer of condensation in his body, the onlookers couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, in the eyes of these little disciples, the third layer of condensation qi was already a strong existence, and they couldn't afford to provoke it.

"Isn't the third layer of condensation qi remarkable?" Ning Chen's face was calm, and he said lightly, and he also released the aura in his body, and suddenly a pure and thick aura spread.

Three layers of condensation!

When these little disciples felt the rich and pure aura on Ning Chen's body, their expressions changed drastically, and they were all dumbfounded.

"Rather... Ning Chen also condensed three layers of gas? How is that possible? I'm not mistaken, right?"

"And how can this aura be so strong?"

Everyone exclaimed in unison.

The little radish standing on the side was even more dumbfounded, his mouth was so open that he could stuff a goose egg, he was completely stunned on the spot, he couldn't believe his eyes, is this still his little scholar?

Ning Chen's cultivation made Fang Song's heart also shocked, this was not at all consistent with the rumors, in his impression, Ning Chen was just a down-and-out scholar, with a cowardly personality, but unconsciously, he was on an equal footing with himself above the realm!

However, now, Fang Song has no way out, fortunately, he usually loots in the bazaar, and there are many battle charms in the storage bag, so he is not afraid!

As soon as he raised his hand, there were already seven or eight more spirit sword talismans in Fang Song's hand, and the killing intent was rumbling, and it was a great shame to be slapped by such a weak scholar.

"You and I are the same family, I don't want to hurt the killer, I suggest you forget it. Ning Chen gently rubbed his palms and persuaded him with kind words.

"Forget it, you think beautifully. With that, Fang Song's upper arm shook, and seven or eight runic swords stabbed Ning Chen with a rolling murderous aura.

The people who looked around were even more dumbfounded, being able to control seven or eight rune swords at the same time, which was one of the few in this bazaar, and they also sweated for Ning Chen.

Ning Chen didn't care about the others, he just shook his head slightly, and while sighing, a trace of coldness had flashed in his eyes, Ning Chen already knew in his heart that for this kind of person, it was useless to back down.

With a light pat of the storage bag, the Snow Demon Roll had already appeared in Ning Chen's hand, and then his arm was pulled outward, and the Snow Demon Roll was spread out out of thin air in front of Ning Chen, giving people a panting momentum.

Seven or eight runic swords with rumbling killing intent pierced into the mist, as if ice crystals had entered the raging flames and quickly began to dissolve.

When the seven or eight rune swords came to the tip of Ning Chen's nose, there were only small points of light left, and they were extinguished with a gentle blow of their mouths.

"What is this?" Fang Song looked at his rune sword being melted away like this, his vicious expression couldn't help but stagnate, someone who could control such a talisman would at least have to condense three layers of qi, and Fang Song's heart couldn't help but tremble.

He had already realized that the seemingly thin scholar in front of him was not low in cultivation!

The others were also shocked, at this moment, Ning Chen had already judged the two of them, and his body was full of momentum!

However, Fang Song didn't mean to stop there, he gritted his teeth ruthlessly, and took out two green talismans from the storage bag, and in an instant, dense thorn vines grew on top of the two green talismans, like countless tentacles, piercing Ning Chen!

This green talisman is called the Thorn Talisman, which he bought at Canglan Pavilion with a lot of money, and now he can still use a stick of incense, and he is not willing to use it at all when he relaxes on weekdays, but the Ning Chen in front of him makes him hate it very much, and he can't lose.

"Until now, I have not repented and died!" Ning Chen groaned softly, a row of storage bags, and the next moment, the golden dragon beard tribute pen had appeared in his hand, under the sun, it was radiant, dazzling, dazzling, and the tip of the pen fluttered like a dragon's whisker, exuding a domineering atmosphere!

For the rare magic weapon in the condensation period, the people around them didn't recognize it at all, and in fact, few junior disciples would, but they could really feel the dazzling appearance of the dragon beard tribute pen, as well as the strong spiritual power full of domineering! It made people feel suffocated.

"It's... What the hell is this?Is it a magic weapon?" The little disciples in the bazaar gasped one after another, in their eyes, not to mention the ancient magic weapons, even if they were ordinary magic weapons, they had never seen a few.

The little radish on the side was even more starry, and his little face was already a little flushed, he never knew that his uncle was so strong, and now he could walk sideways in the market, haha.

Ning Chen, who didn't care about the eyes of others, waved his right hand lightly, and three blood-red ink blades, with a strong pen and roaring momentum, swept towards Fang Song!

In an instant, he cut the thorn Teng into pieces, becoming several sections, and did not stop meaningfully, and went straight to Fang Song to bombard, if this was hit, Fang Song would have no way to live.

"This!" Fang Song looked at the dragon beard tribute pen in Ning Chen's hand, he was shocked, and retreated again and again, he never dreamed that a weak scholar would have such a magic weapon in his hand, often only disciples above the fifth level of condensation would occasionally get one or two, ordinary outer disciples don't even think about it.

"Spare your life!" Fang Song finally couldn't help it, and shouted, and then the whole person knelt on the ground with a "poof", and at the same time, the three ink blades also stopped at the tip of Fang Song's nose.

Ning Chen was still merciful and couldn't bear to kill.

"You and I have no enmity, I won't kill you, I hope you will behave yourself, don't have any more evil thoughts. Ning Chen put away the dragon beard tribute pen, said warmly, and then turned around slightly, preparing to return to his stall, sell the remaining beauty psychedelic charms, and leave as soon as possible.

However, at the moment when Ning Chen just turned around and put away the dragon beard tribute pen, Fang Song, who was kneeling on the ground, flashed a touch of coldness in his eyes, and then took out a hand crossbow from the storage bag, and a long crossbow arrow was stained with nine-tailed snake venom, which would kill if touched, which could be called evil poison.

Ning Chen's mist seemed to only dilute the aura, and it didn't seem to have any effect on the physical secret weapon. Fang Song secretly said in his heart, and then directly aimed the crossbow at the back of Ning Chen's head and shot out: "Suffer death!"

"Death will not change!" Ning Chen finally couldn't bear it anymore, and while he turned around, he easily avoided the poisonous crossbow, and at the same time, an arrow step appeared in front of Fang Song, his right hand had already clenched into a fist, and it was a heavy punch to Fang Song's face!