Fang Xi thought for a while, finally resisted the murderous intention and bowed.
Seeing the "Hanshan Swordsman" Peng Xifan's expression as usual, he couldn't help but feel something in his heart, knowing that this person probably didn't know that Yan Tie was killed by him.
"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Fang."
Peng Xifan really didn't know about this. After all, he was just a lifesaver many years ago. He was not good at making calculations. Now he didn't even know about Yan Tie's death.
Seeing this, Fang Xi naturally wouldn't tell him specifically. The two of them exchanged some polite words, and then he suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked into the forest.
"Fellow Taoist, it seems I have a few more guests. I'll go over there and wait..."
Peng Xifan glanced at it, smiled slightly, and walked into the dense forest.
Not long after, several figures ran out from the other side.
The first one among them is the Jade Lady Cui Feifei with beautiful appearance and crystal clear skin!
Behind Cui Feifei, there were two young knights, one was the 'Golden Eyes' Zhuo Yifan, and the other was the 'Peach Blossom Divine Sword' Nangong Fujian.
When the three of them saw Fang Xi, they were immediately overjoyed: "Brother Fang is fine. It's really great. What about the demon tiger?"
"Ahem... I fought hard and finally killed the demon tiger and the evil cultivator."
Fang Xi answered calmly.
"Brother Fang... no, this junior has always envied the Taoist path and devoted himself to cultivating it, so he asked the senior to take him under his wing!"
Although Cui Feifei is a woman, she is very decisive.
This time she also urged Zhuo Yifan and Nangong Buer to come back.
Seeing that Fang Xi was safe and sound, he knew that this person had profound cultivation skills, so he bowed down and wanted to become his disciple.
"No..."
Fang Xi turned aside slightly and said, "How can we be like this when we are talking about friendship with our peers?"
He looked at the two people next to him. Zhuo Yifan followed him and wanted to bow down. However, Nangong Fujian was moved but hesitated and did not follow the two men's movements.
"Besides, my talent and knowledge are shallow, so it is really difficult for me to accept a disciple..."
Fang Xi refused without even thinking.
joke!
In this world, are there many cases where masters are dragged down by their disciples?
He really couldn't think of any need for those who were practicing Buddhism to accept disciples.
Well, in the magic world, people are good at using their apprentices to prevent their own disasters. It is said that there are special secret techniques that can turn apprentices into magic weapons.
Side sects don’t pay attention to cause and effect. Recruiting a wide range of disciples can also increase their momentum.
As for the authentic Taoist sect? Probably the only way is to gather people to accumulate good deeds and external skills... Because of this, the threshold is set so high, and there are extremely high requirements for character, character, and qualifications.
Seeing this, Cui Feifei could not help but feel cold in his heart. Just as he was about to plead, Fang Xi ignored him and directly harnessed the sword light, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye...
"Those three young and handsome men are actually very heroic and courageous..."
Peng Xifan was enveloped by a cold light, and he and Fang Xi's sword light were in tandem, heading towards the gathering place of the righteous sword immortals. At this time, he joked.
Fang Xi just smiled and didn't answer.
Along the way, he saw this man wielding a flying sword. The silver light was brilliant and the blade was cold. It was actually a serious flying sword, not a fake magical weapon such as the Demon Killing Immortal Sword. He couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.
Although this Hanshan swordsman is from an outsider's profession, having a flying sword is obviously a very impressive master.
When Peng Xifan saw Fang Xi's eyes, he couldn't help but feel secretly proud.
His 'Hanshan Sword' is a treasure of his master's sect. It was forged from ten thousand years of cold iron under the sea. Starting from the master's generation, it took three generations of disciples and nearly five decades of time to refine it to perfection.
When a practitioner obtains a flying sword, it is like a martial arts practitioner who obtains a magical weapon. His kung fu can instantly rise to several levels.
It was also because of this 'Hanshan Sword' that Peng Xifan got the nickname 'Hanshan Swordsman' and became famous among the casual cultivators in Sichuan.
It's just that he's a bit too old to be called a young swordsman.
However, judging from the life span of a monk, which can easily last hundreds of years, Peng Xifan can definitely be regarded as a young man.
At least in the world of spiritual practice, he is still considered a junior.
"The place where we gathered was on a cliff platform not far away... There were many people coming, including Jian Caifei of the 'Flying Dragon Sword', Fairy Miaomiao, Monk Longchan of the Diamond Temple... and Feilei Sect and
A few talented people who moved the mountain road."
Peng Xifan briefly introduced Fang Xi.
After hearing this, Fang Xi felt something move in her heart: "I heard that the great sect in Shu, with Shushan and Qingcheng as the leaders of the righteous path... I wonder if anyone will come?"
Peng Xifan was instantly embarrassed.
Shushan, Qingcheng... are first-class gateways.
If there are any old demons here who are planning to destroy the world, they must at least sacrifice a city with blood to possibly alert them.
And the Hanshan Temple where he came from, like Feileimen, Bianshandao, and Kongang Temple... can only be regarded as second- or third-rate, not even among the ranks of famous and decent sects, and can only be regarded as a side sect.
"This, I don't think there are any master disciples from two major sects..."
"I see."
Fang Xi didn't say much, but not long after, several mountain peaks appeared in front of him.
On a cliff, a rock protruded out, surrounded by cliffs, making it difficult for even martial arts experts to climb.
At this time, it was cut into a platform and a banquet was arranged on it.
A group of people are either sitting on the ground, or singing with their swords in the air... very much like the ancient sages expressing their love for the mountains and rivers.
Fang Xi and Peng Xifan lowered their sword lights and glanced at them.
These cultivators are easy to distinguish. They all have immortal figures and jade bones, wearing clouds and robes, and some have all kinds of strange auras and brilliance flashing on their bodies.
No matter who comes to see them, they all have to praise what a group of young swordsmen they are!
He noticed that Peng Xifan's put away 'Hanshan Sword' was gleaming with silver. It was no more than a foot long. It was open at both ends and had no hilt. The sharpness almost stung one's eyes.
The flying swords in this world come in different shapes and qualities. There are the Demon Killing Immortal Sword, which is not much different from martial arts swords, and the Hanshan Sword, which is like a flying shuttle. There is also a sword immortal inheritance, which is to refine the flying sword.
The sword pill' is usually taken into the body and nourished by magic power. The sword's heart will be clear, which can save many people the effort of uniting the sword.
'This person's flying sword is difficult to match with the true energy and magical power. Obviously, the practice of 'union of man and sword' is not yet mature, and the swordsmanship is just that...'
The Flying Sword also has many levels.
The magic power is initially used to refine the flying sword and imprint oneself, which is only the most superficial use.
The more advanced one is to refine the flying sword to the point where it can be used like an arm and fingers, and can be absorbed into the body to warm it up.
The Xuanmen Sword Immortal, however, likes to refine the flying sword sacrifice to become invisible and insubstantial, and merge it with his own magic power. At that time, any magic power will be a full force of sword energy! The human sword merges into one, and when fighting swords
Extremely sharp.
"Brother Peng, you have finally come back after hunting down Master Five Tigers. Who is this?"
Fairy Miaomiao was dressed in a cloud-colored brocade robe and looked gentle.
"This is Fellow Taoist Fang Xifang... He once killed Master Five Tigers with one force before."
Peng Xifan introduced.
"It turns out that fellow Taoist Fang has a fellow Taoist to help me, and my righteous path has gained a big helping hand." Fairy Miaomiao said with a smile.
As soon as these words came out, Jian Caifei, the "Flying Dragon Sword", sneered in his heart.
When he saw that the light of Fang Xi's sword was mixed and impure, and the sword wielded by his charioteer was such a poor sword, he felt a little down on it.
However, I believe that I am a righteous person, and in front of many comrades, I don't want to show it too much.
On the contrary, several monks from Flying Thunder Sect had disdainful smiles on their lips.
It seems to be saying, does that kind of thing deserve to be called a flying sword?
Peng Xifan saw the expressions on everyone's faces and said quickly: "Fellow Daoist Fang's divine thunder technique, which can ward off demons and change things, is very exquisite."
He still has some insight and knows that although Fang Xi's magic power belongs to the side sect, his foundation is the Five Elements Avenue, Zhongzheng and Peace, and Yinyin has the best foundation among the side sects.
But the eyes of these young swordsmen and swordsmen were higher than their heads. Even though some of them had good vision and vision, they did not speak at this time, and the scene became a bit awkward for a while.
Monk Long Chan looked about twenty years old and was wearing a moon-white monk's robe. He clasped his hands and said, "Peng Tan is here just in time. Evil Lord has just given us a letter of war. It is agreed that we will have a sword fight in Cangmang Mountain in three days!"
"The clown..."
"Flying Dragon Sword" Jian Caifei sneered.
Even though they are a second- or third-rate sect, they are still the best among the side sects, and they are somewhat authentic.
Most of the wings collected by the Evil Lord are top-notch sorcerers. Not only do they have mixed magic powers, but they also have strange looks. They rely on one or two cruel spells to achieve their evil deeds.
In the eyes of monks, they are indeed similar to clowns.
"Yes, this sword fight between good and evil in Cangmang Mountain is a good opportunity for us to make a name for ourselves."
Several other young swordsmen shouted, all of them high-spirited.
"The evil king's men are indeed a bunch of trash."
Fang Xi pinched her right hand in her sleeve and counted, and she found the origin of the evil king.
This man is a master of martial arts, the most talented rookie among the demonic sects of martial arts in Shu in the past century.
Moreover, he had a good chance. He was spotted by an old demon in West Kunlun and became his disciple. He also passed on a spell called "Five Poison God's Evil Qi".
This spell is the authentic form of the devil. It requires absorbing the poisonous energy of five poisonous substances at a specific time, and combining it with the magic method to refine it into a powerful evil spirit, which is called the "Five Poison Divine Evil"!
This 'Five Poison God's Evil Qi' can corrode the magical flying sword and the practitioner's body-protecting Qi. It is a first-class powerful evil spirit.
Even those swordsmen who have been practicing for many years will still fall into the trap if they are not careful.
Once you are attacked and the five internal organs of your body are eroded by the evil spirit, you will definitely be unlucky. The only end is the reincarnation of your soul!
As for the old devil who taught the evil king the evil spirit of the five poisonous gods, Fang Xi only thought that the other party was from West Kunlun. If he went deeper, he would touch the other party's energy, but he was discovered by the other party.
Most people in the devil's path are not good at divination, but the old devil is not one of them.
On the contrary, the giants of the demonic path who were able to survive the encirclement and suppression of the Xuanmen sect all had amazing skills.
Especially those old demons who are entrenched in one place, they often use magic to restrict mountains and rivers, or secretly ambush thunder. Once something unexpected happens, thunder will immediately break out, causing havoc for a hundred thousand miles, and they will die together with the enemy.
Fang Xi was speechless about this kind of approach. He was quite skillful in taking all beings in the world as hostages. He didn't know if it was the shadow of being tortured by the right way.