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Chapter 270: Calculating the Ancestor of Jindan

"Fellow Daoist Heifeng, it seems that it will not work if you want to borrow a road from the old monster Jinguang..."

Seeing the old Taoist in black robe retreating awkwardly, the other two golden elixirs in this mountain forest gathered to him, each with a worried look in his eyebrows. They were all dignified Jindan real people. They were all like ancestors. They could be said to call the wind and rain, and their palms were covered in the sky. However, when they arrived near the Xuan Realm, they were scolded by the old monster like a grandson, and their faces were a little angry.

"You heard it just now, the old monster Golden Light is simply not in the air..."

The old Taoist Heifeng smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Fuck, it's too much to deceive others. It's better for the three of us to join forces to kill him and seize the formation!"

An old Taoist with a red brow had a bad temper and started to curse angrily.

"If the three of us can defeat him in a joint effort, why should we worry here?"

The old Taoist in blue robe sighed and said, "That Golden Light Monster is a major cultivator in the Western Desert. He existed in the late stage of the Golden Pill. He has been traversing the Western Desert for hundreds of years. He rarely encounters an opponent and is even more violent. He once slaughtered a small country in anger. Not to mention the three of us, even if three of us come, he is not his opponent. Haven't you seen the tragic situation of the dozen monks who died under him yesterday?"

After hearing this, the three old Taoists fell silent. Although they were anxious, they were helpless.

What is said in the world of cultivation is that strength is respected and fists are not as big as others, so everything is empty.

The three golden elixirs, one of the ancestors, actually stared at this place, and were at a loss...

At this moment, a dispute began not far away...

"You can't see our Supreme Elder of Taixuan Sect just by saying that you will see him. If you don't leave again, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"

"Go to your uncle. I'll give you a face, right? It doesn't work if you say good things. Do you believe me or not? I'll beat you up?"

"Bold madman, can't I be bullied by my too mysterious sect?"

"What's wrong?"

The old Taoist in black robe was already unhappy, and suddenly heard the noise. He immediately became angry and shouted coldly at the place where the dispute came. The quarrel was a white robe disciple of Taixuan Sect, who had already angrily sacred the flying sword. But when the Supreme Elder asked, he quickly turned his head and pointed to a young man in front of him and said, "Elder, this little devil is clamoring to see you..."

The old Taoist in black robe looked closely and saw a little ghost in gray clothes, with a beautiful little girl following behind him. The little ghost looked at him, and he didn't know which disciple it was. He was about to ask, but the little ghost had already jumped up and waved to him: "Old man...oh, senior. Here, I have a good idea for you, do you want to cooperate?"

"What can a little devil work with him?"

The old Taoist in black robe was slightly stunned and suspicious.

However, the blue-robed monk beside him was slightly stunned and looked at Fang Xing a few times. Seeing that he was not old, but he was already in the early stage of foundation building. Such a young foundation building must be very different, so he didn't dare to look down on him too much. He smiled slightly, bowed from afar, and said to the young man: "Do you have any good plans for me? You might as well come over and talk..."

Fang Xing smiled proudly, glared at the white-robed monk who blocked his way, and shouted, "Don't let go?"

The monk in white robe was angry, but when he saw that the Supreme Elder had not spoken, he had to move aside.

"Little kid, what do you want to work with us?"

The old Taoist Red Eyebrow snorted coldly, and saw that it was a young man like a beggar, and he felt a little contemptuous.

Fang Xing walked to the three golden elixirs, bowed and bowed, smiled, lowered his voice and said, "Of course it's a big deal. If the three old seniors are willing to cooperate with me, I have a way to send your disciples to the Xuan Realm..."

When the three Jindans heard this, their faces changed, and their expressions looked at Fang Xing with a gloomy expression.

Fang Xingze smiled coldly, picked up his arms, looking confident.

"Can a foundation-building ghost send our disciples into the Xuan Realm? Could it be that we are here to condemn us?"

The old Taoist Red Eyebrow said subconsciously, and he couldn't believe him.

"Are you very handsome? I don't want to blame this beautiful little girl, but I want to come and punish you?"

Fang Xing rolled his eyes to the old Taoist Red Eyebrow and said disdainfully.

"you……"

The old man named Chimei was furious. He was an old monster who had been practicing for hundreds of years. His appearance was already abnormally old. His face was as wrinkled as orange peel, and his beard and hair were all gone. Naturally, he was not as beautiful as the handsome little maid behind the boy. However, after all, he had the ability to cultivate Jindan. This little ghost actually compared himself to a little girl, which really made him angry and smoked.

"Okay, fellow Red Eyebrow, don't hesitate to listen to this friend's words!"

Fellow Daoist Heifeng stopped the irritable Red Eyebrow and said in a deep voice.

He also discovered the extraordinary young man. I think that although he and the three of them all formed a golden elixir for a while, they were considered weak in the golden elixir realm, but in front of ordinary monks, he was also a level 1-level figure of the thousand-year-old monster. I am afraid that ordinary monks would be trembling when they saw it, and they were afraid that even saying something was difficult. However, the young man was calm and laughing and stumbled on his own, which already explained the problem.

"My friend really has a way to help us enter the Xuan Realm?"

The old Taoist in the blue robe asked seriously, with a hint of expectation.

"Come here..."

Fang Xing sat on the big bluestone and waved to the three golden elixirs.

The three old Taoists, black robe, red eyebrows and blue robe, hesitated for a moment, and their heads were all tied to Fang Xing.

Fang Xing smiled and told the three Jindans about his planned plan.

"What?"

After hearing this, the old man named Chimei looked in disbelief: "Little kid, are you sure you are not crazy?"

The old Taoist in black robe was also shocked: "This is too risky. That is the old monster of golden light that lies across the Western Desert. His cultivation is close to the Golden Pill Mahayana and his hands and eyes are all clear. Your idea... is too... too risky!"

"If you don't take risks, can you wait here? You can't even get in in the Year of the Monkey and Horses!"

Fang Xing sneered and looked at the three old monsters of Jindan.

The old Taoist in black robe and the old Taoist in red eyebrows were speechless for a moment, and hesitated a little.

However, the old Taoist in blue robe pondered for a moment and asked seriously: "My friend, do you really have such strength?"

Fang Xing smiled coldly and stood up. He waved to the white-robed monk who had just stopped him. This monk was in the middle stage of foundation building. He was about forty years old and was quite arrogant. He was scolded by Fang Xing a few times, but he was indignant and kept looking at this side, guessing what the little bastard was talking to his superior elder. But he saw him wavering to him and was slightly stunned.

"How strong is this person?"

Fang Xing pointed to the white-robed monk and said.

Taoist Heifeng pondered for a while and said, "This son is the first disciple of my Taixuan Sect. He had an encounter in his early years. He built a foundation at the age of 25 and reached the peak of the early stage of foundation building at the age of 32. Now he has entered the middle stage of foundation building. He is amazing..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Xing's body suddenly blew out, and the spiritual power of the Taoist priest was circulating. The golden wings behind him appeared, and the speed was like lightning. Almost instantly, he rushed to the white-robed monk, blunt his five fingers and buckled him. The white-robed monk was a little surprised and subconsciously drew his sword. Then Fang Xing pressed his palm, and he had already grabbed his wrist and retreated again.

"Swish..."

After rushing and retreating, Fang Xing returned to his original position, but he still held the wrist of the white-robed monk in his hand.

The monk was furious and roared, trying to fight back, but Fang Xing's palm was gently pressed against his head door.

"Three old seniors, do you think I can do it?"

Fang Xing laughed and turned to look at the three Golden Pill Ancestors.

The three Jindan ancestors were all shocked and looked at Fang Xing in disbelief. A young man in the early stage of foundation building had his every move to control a monk in the middle stage of foundation building and the name of a genius. Although it was unexpected, this amazing thing was enough to shock these three Jindan ancestors. They also came from the foundation building realm, so they naturally understood what Fang Xing's strength represented.

"Little kid, you must be an unknown person with such strength. Tell me which school you are and who is the master?"

The old Taoist Red Eyebrow said in a deep voice, and the other party had no intention of contempt.

"I am a disciple of Daxueshan. I was late, so I didn't catch up..."

Fang Xing didn't hide it from them and said with a smile.

"The disciples of Daxue Mountain have already entered the Xuan Realm, so why are they still here? Besides, I have heard of the five foundation-building cultivators cultivated in the Daxue Mountain lineage, but I have never heard of such a powerful boy..."

The old Taoist Heifeng and the old Taoist Red Eyebrow looked at each other, thinking that Fang Xing had deliberately concealed his identity.

However, they didn't care about this. After hesitating for a while, they said, "You are sure to do that with your strength, but we also have a question. How do you ensure that you will not break your promise after we help you?"

Fang Xing pointed at Chu Ci and said, "You protect this girl, wait for me to succeed, and then send her in!"

The three golden elixirs looked at each other and nodded, thinking it was feasible.

But at this moment, Chu Ci suddenly said, "I won't wait here, I want to be with you!"

Fang Xing smiled and said, "This matter is too dangerous. It's a silly girl who takes you to the point!"

Chu Ci felt a little aggrieved, but she was not a clinging person. After a while, she gently took out a white jade umbrella from the storage bag and said, "This Tianluo white jade umbrella is a defensive artifact given to me by the ancestor. Please take it..." When she said this, she didn't know what she thought of, but suddenly she was slightly stunned, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"You're just laughing?"

Fang Xing snatched it from her hand, looked at Chu Ci for a few more times.

Chu Ci said: "I won't tell you!"

But it turned out that Chu Ci had suffered a loss in Fang Xing, so he asked for this mysterious weapon from the ancestor and the emperor's brother. He was originally intended to deal with Fang Xing, but he did not expect that he would take it out and lend it to him for use. It is a change in the world and it is unpredictable. This small coincidence made the girl feel a little indescribable.

"My friend, it's almost dawn and dawn is about to break out. It's time to prepare..."

At this time, the fish belly white appeared in the east, and dawn was about to begin, and the three Golden Elixir ancestors reminded him. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

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