The little devil shouted, but it was like lightning and lightning spread across the sky.

The world was silent for a moment. Whether it was the disciples of Lingqiao Sect or the audience cultivators, they felt like a huge rock was pressed into their hearts. The expression was both complicated and strange. Some people wanted to speak, but they didn't know what to say. Some people didn't believe the scene in front of them at all. They kept rubbing their eyes, and some respected people realized the seriousness of the problem and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice, with complex eyes.

That little devil really won?

Want to cut off a person's head?

Although I had known about this bet for a long time, at this moment, the cultivators still felt heavy in their hearts!

After all, he is the lord of the peak of Lingqiao Sect and the top five elders in the entire sect. He may become the youngest Yuanying pride in the northern region. Now he is going to lose his head to a junior from Nanzhan because of a bet?

For a moment, the cultivators suddenly found it difficult to accept this result!

And the Lingqiao Sect also looked embarrassed.

Although they have been preparing for the gambling for a month, they have never thought that they will really lose...

What should I do now?

Could it be that it is really necessary to hand over Elder Shi's head?

This is naturally unacceptable, but if you don’t make friends, where can you put the face of Lingqiao Sect?

In a vague way, many eyes quietly looked at the casting seal's face, and it flickered, and the casting seal's face had turned ashen. His palm was stiff and cold sweat was flowing. He looked at the magic circle first. The Nascent Soul Elder who had hit the small tower by Fang Xing, but now he was silent. He sat upright on the altar and silently, and the rosary in his hand had been pulled by him and flew around like a wheel. After a while, he spoke coldly: "Little Devil, you are full of tricks. It's not a good idea to win over my Lingqiao Sect with such disgraceful means. If you really want to take Shi's head, why not compete with me in a dignified way?"

After hearing what he said, the practitioners of Lingqiao Sect all smiled bitterly, as if they felt familiar!

Didn’t the little devil say that before entering the formation?

But he was rejected by the casting seal and now he turned around. Will the little devil agree?

"Hahahaha, so shameless..."

Fang Xing laughed, his eyes lit up, as if he had caught a word he wanted, and his mouth was jokingly saying: "Your uncle's casting seal is really not a thing. You have already lost the gambling battle and you still have to fight alone? You can fight with you. One code is enough. Give me a single code. First, give me the head that you owe to me. How can we fight with the two of us become..."

The big golden crow was talking beside him: "Yes, it is natural to pay back the debt. I will take the head first!"

The casting seal looked as if it was ashen, and he remained silent, his eyes flashed constantly, and he was eager to get out of it.

But Fang Xing and Da Jinwu said that all the disciples of Lingqiao Sect changed their faces and they all started to angrily.

"Little Devil, you have taken the treasure of our sect, and you must kill them all?"

"It's just that I can successfully enter the formation with the benefits of magic weapons. Don't really think you are invincible!"

"My brothers, why bother to talk nonsense with him? Let's rush forward and kill him!"

He shouted angrily, but he was not as angry as before.

When casting the magic seal saw Fang Xing say this, he knew that nothing was good. He was anxious and angry, and was very worried that the ancestor of the Nascent Soul would ruin himself in order to preserve the reputation of Lingqiao Sect after some thoughts. At this time, he was extremely regretful. Why did he tell the news of this gambling to the Northern Region cultivators? So there are too many people watching the battle now, and Lingqiao Sect can no longer step down easily.

As his mind turned sharply, a hint of resentment rose in his heart. He was calm on the surface and slowly walked up, as if he was pondering how to answer. But suddenly, his figure flashed suddenly and he had already used the movement technique. He used the Lingqiao Sect's formation and instantly bullied Fang Xing. He grabbed his palm straight and shouted loudly, spreading all over the world: "The previous bet was whether my Lingqiao Sect could keep you, but it was not just that you would have finished breaking through the formation. Now I will take you down, and I Lingqiao Sect won this bet like this..."

"This bastard, do you know he has to play this trick?"

Fang Xing cursed angrily, and the small tower in his palm pushed forward, which surged several times, but it was like a shield, just blocking it in front of him.

The tower teeth were harder than black iron, and the magic weapon was difficult to be damaged. The casting seal was not left behind. Instead, it was bounced by the strange light on the small tower. It seemed as if it had lost its power to control the air, and it roared and fell back into the magic circle.

Seeing this scene, not to mention the surrounding cultivators watching the battle, even the disciples of Lingqiao Sect were shocked. However, they knew that even if the casting seal captured the little devil at this time, the face of Lingqiao Sect was lost. They raised their eyes to look at the Dharma of the Nascent Soul Ancestor. They suddenly saw that the Nascent Soul Ancestor was desolate and pressed his hand towards the void. A magic power was transported over, and they controlled the casting seal that wanted to struggle to get up and fight again. They said calmly: "If you lose, you will lose. Don't fight again, at least leave a little face for my Lingqiao Sect..."

When casting the spell seal, he looked shocked and turned around and shouted: "Uncle Master, you...you really want me..."

The Yuanying Ancestor slowly shook his head, looked at Fang Xing, and said lightly: "My friend, although you have used the power of magic weapons, you have indeed successfully entered the formation. If you do it again, I am not sure to stop that magic weapon. So even if you win this bet today, I will give you some thin side. What should we do if we give you a little bit of a bad face? If you are unwilling to accept it, I, Lingqiao Sect, can compensate you for a few magic weapons!"

"Want to redeem your life with money?"

Fang Xing faced the dignified Yuanying Ancestor, but he was not afraid at all. He gritted his teeth and sneered, and said coldly: "The most valuable treasure of your Lingqiao Sect is in the hands of my master. What magic weapon can catch my eyes? Since you have admitted defeat, then say less nonsense and cut the guy's head to me immediately, otherwise I will announce the decree to the world and make your Lingqiao Sect look unfair!"

"you!"

The old cultivator of the Nascent Soul of Lingjie Sect seemed to have never expected Fang Xing to be so difficult and did not give him any steps at all. He was embarrassed and angry for a moment, and his eyes became sinister. He didn't want to hand over the head of the casting seal, and he couldn't take back his magic weapon. Instead, he built a seedling that might have formed Nascent Soul in recent years. After thinking, his old face gradually became dark and he never answered for a while.

At the same time, a divine thought was released and passed to several respected practitioners around him who were observing the battle.

"Haha, my friend from Nanzhan, this bet is because Lingqiao Sect deliberately lets you. It would be fine if you win, but you will become famous now. I am afraid that in a few days, the entire Northern Region will know that you are a young genius. Speaking of which, I have to thank Lingqiao Sect for fulfilling your reputation. Why should you be so unreasonable here? In my opinion, it's fine..."

In the void, an old man in a light yellow robe came forward with a smile and persuaded him with a gentle voice.

"Yes, yes, boy, do you really think that the true person of Dezhao of Lingqiao Sect can't take you? You are not jealous of your life, afraid that you will be destroyed with this small tower at the same time, so you took a loophole? I see, I will take a step back. What about you, don't mention any other person's heads, and return any door of Lingqiao Sect. Is it good that Lingqiao Sect owe you a favor?"

A strong man with a fat face but dressed like a Confucian scholar walked out and smiled and spoke to persuade him.

"When you killed fellow Taoist Shi's son, he thought that harmony was the most important thing, and he didn't ask you to pay for your life. Why are you so unhappy now? Haha, Shenzhou is not as good as Nanzhan. It's done too much, but it will cause dissatisfaction among the cultivators..."

Someone came out again, and for a moment, seven or eight well-known old cultivators in the Northern Region came out to persuade him.

Fang Xing was stunned when he heard this. He looked at the Big Golden Crow, and both of them blinked.

"Why do I feel like I'm full of mistakes the more I hear, and I'm embarrassed to ask for this bet?"

The big golden wu also said: "Yes, it's like you lose, they won't take the opportunity to slaughter you..."

Both of them had a little wrong look. They never thought that being a human being could do this. Is it true or false? Is it so easy to be reversed?

"My friend, we also regard peace as the most important thing, and consider it for you. After all, you borrowed magic weapons to successfully enter the formation, but not by real skills. Now you have a wisp of room for your own life. You must think clearly..." A fat man with a round face and smiled like a Maitreya and said with a smile: "Now? That's all for today, right?"

"What you said makes sense..."

Fang Xing also lowered his head helplessly and sighed softly.

After hearing his words, the cultivators all smiled and gave a wink to Elder Dezhao of Lingqiao Sect. The old cultivators all had a close relationship with Lingqiao Sect, so they naturally knew that they had grasped the little devil with the verbal seal at this time and saved the life of the casting seal. Lingqiao Sect would definitely bear its kindness in the future and would offer it generous gifts. At this time, looking at the appearance of this little devil, it was obvious that Huo Hou was almost done.

But Fang Xing's second half of the sentence changed his face: "It's a pity that this fellow Taoist will not work for me. I am willing to accept the loss and take the heads!"

"Swish..."

A group of well-known old cultivators in the Northern Region also changed their faces and their expressions were extremely complicated.

"What a boy who doesn't know how to advance or retreat, I have already let you take a step forward, but I still dare to let go. The head is here, so if you have the ability, you can get it!"

The face of the elder Dezhao of Lingqiao Sect also became extremely ugly, and he said in a deep voice, implicit murderous intent.

"This is just a fool..."

Fang Xing was angry and anxious, and looked at the Nascent Soul Ancestor angrily, and he couldn't know what to say.

Fortunately, at this time, someone answered for him: "Not aware, the same is true for me, the elder, to get what others owe him!"

With that clear and humble voice, a green shadow and a white shadow fell from the sky. The green shadow carried his hands on his back. The middle-aged man with a slightly white mane and an unparalleled beauty, and a tall and beautiful young beauty holding a small child in her arms. As soon as the two appeared, there was silence around him, and everyone stepped back slightly to show that they did not dare to offend.
Chapter completed!