In order to ensure safety, Fang Xing took Chu Ci straight out of the city when he was ugly.

As he left the inn, the city became lively. Behind him, on the eaves, and in the streets, countless figures were staring at him, following him. These people had different cultivation levels and had their own foundations. They stared at Fang Xing and Chu Ci from afar, with cold eyes, like evil wolves. As Fang Xing left the city, he had a murderous aura, disrupting the night sky.

The characteristics of the Xuan Coffin opportunity determine that this opportunity can only be obtained by the genius, but the only one who was attracted by the Xuan Coffin opportunity was not the only one who was attracted by the Xuan Coffin opportunity. Instead, there are many genius in all kinds of religions. Countless monks came to hear the sound and gathered outside the Jue Yaoling opportunity, trying to see what to get, and there are more objects to get a pick-up, and the methods are also varied...

However, no matter what kind of filtering objects or methods it is, it cannot be missed.

A young monk in the early stage of foundation building has brought hundreds or thousands of top-quality spirit stones to show off...

This is simply putting the meat into the dog's mouth and hoping that it will not eat it!

But Fang Xing had long sensed the crisis lurking in the dark, and his expression was calm. However, Chu Ci was a little scared by the inexplicable murderous atmosphere. He grabbed Fang Xing's arm tightly and looked around while walking.

"Stay here, my friend!"

Less than thirty miles away from the city, an old man in gray flashed out under a dead tree in front of him and blocked the road.

Fang Xing recognized that the old man was the guardian of Junior Sister Fu, so he laughed: "Old man, what are you doing here?"

The old man in gray said lightly: "You offended my lady, I came here just to take your life!"

When he said this, he had already secretly accumulated spiritual energy, and his murderous aura burst out on his body, revealing his cultivation level in the middle stage of foundation building.

However, Fang Xing, who thought he would be frightened by himself, suddenly burst into laughter, which made the old man slightly stunned.

"There are so many people who want to kill me. How old are you?"

Fang Xing held Chu Ci, who was about to cry with his left hand, raised his thumb and pointed behind him.

The old man in gray looked up at the darkness behind Fang Xing, but was slightly shocked.

There were so many people who appeared and surrounded Fang Xing. His cultivation level was high and low, and his cultivation level was terrifying. At least he was in the middle stage of foundation building, and he had no chance of winning even if he met him. However, those with low cultivation level were five levels and six levels of agility. The most excessive thing was that he even saw the shopkeeper of the inn hiding in the crowd and looking around.

At this moment, the old man in gray was shocked. Although he had long guessed that this little devil showed his wealth in front of others yesterday, he would definitely attract the covetous people, but he didn't expect so many.

But at this moment, he was a little disappointed: this little devil seemed to be acting too relaxed...

"Are you almost all the people?"

Fang Xing took out a big banner with his right hand, waved it in the air, faced everyone, and said coldly.

The crowd was silent. No one answered, but the murderous aura on his body answered his question very well.

Fang Xing laughed, showed off his cultivation, clasped his fists and said, "Fellow Taoists, you guys shouldn't know you. I came here just for the opportunity to descend from heaven. But I don't know what you have been here with me from the city?"

The crowd was silent. No one answered.

After a long time, a voice was sarcastic: "Little devil. People die for money, birds die for food, what are they saying?"

"Oh, it turns out to be a robbery? Haha, for the sake of being a fellow traveler, I'll ask another question..."

Fang Xing calmed down and glanced at everyone, saying, "Do you don't want to snatch it and are ready to leave?"

The crowd was silent, no one left, but someone surrounded him and faintly blocked Fang Xing's way.

Fang Xing pretended not to see it and continued to ask: "Does anyone want to leave?"

Someone had already sacrificed magic weapons in the crowd, and the light of inspiration was faintly flashing, and the murderous aura was imposing.

"It's really a human being to die for money!"

Fang Xing sighed secretly and asked again: "Does anyone want to leave?"

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...

Every time he asked, the murderous aura in his heart became stronger, making the invisible night sky solemn.

Some of them had a higher level of cultivation and had already felt a little dangerous aura from Fang Xing. They were hesitant, but in the end they stayed. Facing a little ghost with the second level of foundation building, they felt that there was nothing scary.

"Haha, is this little devil crazy? Can you scare us away with such words?"

Suddenly someone burst into laughter, but broke the solemn atmosphere between the venue.

"Hehe, this little ghost has a lot of treasures. I heard that he picked up the lucky ones after several powerful monks died together. I don't know how many of them are, whether they are enough for us to share..."

"Everyone has their own abilities. This little devil is there, whoever grabs it will belong to him!"

"Hmph, our bone age exceeds the limit. We can't get into the place of opportunity. It would be an opportunity to kill more fat sheep like this..."

Someone in the crowd whispered, but gradually turned into loud discussions and ridicule.

"Fang Xiaojiu, what should we do?"

When did Chu Ci see such a big scene? His face was pale because of scaring.

Even though she was the little princess of Chuyu, even if she was a genius with the peak of agility, she was a little nervous in front of these evil bandit cultivators, and was unsteady. She pulled Fang Xing's sleeve tightly and hid behind him half of her body.

"Haha, I can't do anything about it, I can only kill them!"

Fang Xing said very easily.

Chu Ci was almost crying: "How could you beat them? You'd better find a way to escape!"

Fang Xing said: "It is easy for me to escape by myself, but I can't escape with you!"

Chu Ci was stunned, tears flowed down, and he said aggrievedly: "Do you want to throw me down?"

This pitiful look made Fang Xing feel soft and he smiled and said, "You are crying, I didn't say I'll leave you alone, just follow me..."

Chu Ci hurriedly grabbed the corner of his clothes and followed him step by step.

Fang Xing looked back and sighed, "If it's a fight, this is not enough. I'll suffer some loss and carry you on my back!"

At this time, Chu Ci had no idea at all, and obediently crawled on Fang Xing's back, buried his little head in his back.

Fang Xing waved the flag and his whole body changed. He said in a cold voice: "Three times of persuasion, life and death are based on fate, don't blame me for being cruel..."

"Haha, a little devil in the foundation-building realm dares to be presumptuous in front of us?"

Among the crowd, a masked old man stood up. He sneered and guided him.

This person's cultivation level was already the fourth level of foundation building. With a point, the strong wind swept ten feet around him and condensed into a little in front of him. It was like a drill bit condensed by countless tiny wind blades, with extremely terrifying power.

By looking at this magic, you can guess that the old man has an extraordinary origin. He must be not an ordinary casual cultivator. Maybe he was the guardian of a big family. He saw that Fang Xing was so rich that he was covered and came over to make a fortune.

"I don't know how to live or die. Break it for me!"

Fang Xing shouted coldly, and the flag in his hand shook, rolled it in one place. He used the flag as a gun and pointed it out.

The flag was dark and inconspicuous, and there was no even a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation. The masked old man didn't take it seriously at first, but when he was pointing his fingers with the flag, he realized something was wrong. His strong wind fingers that could tear apart the black iron were not even tearing the black flag's very ordinary flag at all. He felt something was wrong and immediately retreated.

"Can you leave?"

Fang Xing shouted loudly. He strengthened his hand, shook the flag, and a "boom" sounded, and the force soared.

"Bang..."

The masked monk didn't even react. In an instant, his fingers were broken, and then his fingers were broken, and then the flag was slaughtering, and he suddenly slaughtered a hole in his body, blood spilling down...

However, the blood that had fallen did not fall to the ground, but was absorbed by the black flag. Even the blood line that had already dripped into the air seemed to be attracted by a strange force and flew back to the flag again!

"This...what's going on?"

Someone shouted in fear.

"I killed this cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building in one move. What kind of cultivation is this little ghost?"

In panic, someone had already begun to retreat, his mind was shaken and he wanted to escape.

"Haha, don't panic. This little devil is powerful, but it also means that the things on him are more valuable. I want that big banner!"

Suddenly, a cold laugh sounded, and a big man two feet tall rushed out, which was also the foundation-building cultivation. He punched out with one punch, shocking the air, like wind and thunder, almost rushing across the sea, and hitting towards Fangxing. Just from the power of this punch, we can see that this person is a standard combat cultivator, and only combat cultivator can cultivate his power to such an amazing level.

What was even more threatening was his words that aroused the greed in the hearts of the cultivators and flocked to them.

"A man dies when he is rich, and a bird dies when he is feeding. It's true..."

Fang Xing laughed secretly and waved the flag: "Lao Xie, take this opportunity to have a full meal..."

Above the banner, black smoke rolled over, covering the world, and the laughter of the evil king of Dapeng was mixed in the middle.

"kill……"

All the monks rushed up.

Fang Xing was not afraid of fear. The Ten Thousand Spirits Flags were thrown into the air, and the Evil King of Dapeng was controlled by himself. He took the one-legged single-person spear in his hand, and swept it out with a "boom". With a "boom", the strong man, who was two feet tall, rushed up. The one-legged bronze spear hit his fist, which immediately caused a strong wind. The strong man staggered back and his fist bones were cracked.

"Bang"

Fang Xing was unforgivable. He stepped onto the ground and stepped on a pit. The one-legged bronze spear swung again. The strong man roared, his head was already smashed to pieces, his body shaking, and his wilting fell to the ground. At the same time, Fang Xing's amazing spiritual sense swept, and he grabbed a short foundation-building cultivator who was very good at sneak attacking out of the shadow and raised it to the ground.

A bloody storm, killing all directions!

Fang Xing waved the one-legged bronze spear once, and he swept away a group of monks in front of him. Even ordinary early-stage monks in the foundation building stage were not his one-piece general. He even said that there was a lot of agility in scrambling to fish in the water?

This battle was really full of joy.

Fang Xing had already had murderous intentions, and he was even more ruthless in his actions. Among the monks who came to rob him, there were at least three mid-stage foundation building stages, seven or eight early stages of foundation building. Most of the rest were peaks of agility, which was extremely powerful, but he was forced into a dead corner by one by one. He killed a special kill, and blood splattered, dyeing the crescent moon that had fallen slanted to the horizon into blood red... (To be continued)

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