In order to be safe, around the ugly hour, Fang Xing took Chu Ci and walked straight out of the city.

As he left the inn, this point city was also lively, behind, on the eaves, in the streets, countless figures stared at him, following behind, this group of people, cultivation is not equal, smart self-building foundation have, they stared at Fang Xing and Chu Ci from afar, their eyes were cold, like a wolf, with Fang Xing all the way out of the city, their bodies were full of murderous aura, disturbing the night sky.

The characteristics of the Xuan Coffin Chance determine that this fate can only be obtained by Tianjiao, but it is not only Tianjiao who is attracted by the Xuan Coffin Chance, but there are many three sects and nine streams, and countless monks have heard the sound and gathered outside the Absolute Demon Ridge Chance, trying in vain to see what there is to fish, and there are more objects to get a handful, and the means are also varied......

It's just that no matter what kind of screening object or what kind of means, you can't miss the way.

A minor monk in the early stage of foundation building, but he swaggered with hundreds or thousands of top-grade spirit stones......

It's like putting meat on the dog's mouth, hoping that it won't eat it!

As for Fang Xing, he had already sensed this hidden crisis, and his demeanor was calm, but Chu Ci was a little hairy by this inexplicable murderous atmosphere, and he grabbed Fang Xing's arm tightly, looking around as he walked.

"Let's stay!"

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

Fang Xing recognized that this old man was Senior Sister Nafu's protector, so he laughed: "Old man, why are you stopping here?"

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

When he said this. He had secretly accumulated aura, and his body burst out with murderous aura, revealing his cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building.

However, Fang Xing, who thought he would be frightened by himself, suddenly burst out laughing, making the old man slightly stunned.

"There are many people who want to kill the master. How old are you?"

Fang Xing held Chu Ci, who was about to cry in his left hand, and with a thumbs-up, he pointed behind him.

The gray-clothed old man raised his head and looked at the darkness behind Fang Xing, but he was also slightly startled.

There were many shadows, and I don't know how many people appeared, surrounding Fang Xingtuan. His cultivation is high and low, his cultivation is high, his body is terrifying, and he is in the middle stage of foundation building, and he has no chance of winning even if he is against himself. And those with low cultivation have five or six levels of agility, and the most excessive thing is 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 startled, although he had already guessed that this little ghost would definitely attract the covetousness of unscrupulous people when he showed his wealth in front of people yesterday, but he didn't expect so much.

It's just that at this time, he was also inexplicably a little chilled: this little ghost seemed to be too relaxed......

"You're almost all together, right?"

Fang Xing took out a large flag in his right hand. Swinging in the air, facing everyone, he 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 the cultivation on his body, hugged his fists and said: "Fellow Daoists, the master and you should never know each other, and I came here just for that chance of falling from the sky." But I don't know why you have followed me here from the city?"

The crowd was silent. No one answered.

After a long time, a voice said in a gloomy voice, "Little ghost." People die for money, birds die for food, and what do you do with this?"

"Oh, it turned out to be a robbery?haha, for the sake of my peers, I'll ask again......"

Fang Xing sank his face, glanced at everyone, and said, "Is there anyone who doesn't want to rob and is ready to leave?"

The crowd was silent, no one left, but someone surrounded them, faintly blocking Fang Xing's way.

Fang Xing pretended not to see it and continued to ask, "Is there anything you want to leave?"

In the crowd, someone had already sacrificed the magic weapon, and the aura was faintly flickering, and the murderous aura was compelling.

"It's really a death for money!"

Fang Xing sighed secretly and asked again, "Is there anyone you want to leave?"

......

......

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

There were some people with higher cultivation who had already faintly felt a little dangerous aura from Fang Xing's body, and they hesitated in their hearts, but in the end they still stayed, facing a little ghost who built a double foundation, they felt that there was really nothing to fear.

"Haha, is this little ghost crazy? You want to use such words to scare us away?"

Suddenly, someone laughed, but it broke the solemn atmosphere in the room.

"Hehe, there are really a lot of treasures on this little ghost, I heard that he picked it up after he took advantage of the fact that several powerful monks had died together, and he didn't know how many, whether it was enough for us to share......"

"Each according to his ability, this little ghost is there, whoever robs it is whoever!"

"Hmph, our bone age exceeds the limit, and we can't enter the land of chance, so slaughtering more little fat sheep like this is also a chance ......"

There were whispers in the crowd, but gradually, it turned into a roar of discussion and ridicule.

"Fang Xiaojiu, what should we do?"

When Chu Ci had ever seen such a big battle, his face turned pale with fright.

Even if she was the little princess of Chu Domain, even if she was a Tianjiao at the peak of agility, in front of this group of fierce bandits, she was a little trembling, and she couldn't keep her mind, she pulled Fang Xing's sleeve tightly, and half of her body hid behind him.

"Haha, you see I have no choice but to kill them!"

Fang Xing said very easily.

Chu Ci was about to cry: "How can you beat them?

Fang Xingdao: "It's 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: "Are you going to throw me down?"

This pitiful appearance made Fang Xing's heart soften, and he smiled: "You cry a ghost, I didn't say to leave you alone, follow me ......"

Chu Ci hurriedly grabbed the corner of his clothes, and followed suit.

Fang Xing glanced back and sighed, "If it's a fight, this won't be enough. Master suffers a little loss, carry you on your back!"

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

And Fang Xing waved the flag, and the whole person changed. said coldly: "I have persuaded three times, life and death are fate, and I blame the young master for being ruthless......"

"Hehe, a little ghost who builds a foundation realm, dare to be presumptuous in front of us and others?"

In the middle of the crowd, a masked old man stepped forward. He sneered and waved his fingers.

This person's cultivation is already a fourfold cultivation of the foundation, and when he pointed out, the wind swept away within ten zhang of the surroundings, and condensed into a point in front of his finger. It is like a drill bit formed by the condensation of countless tiny wind blades, and the power is extremely terrifying.

Just looking at this spell, you can guess that this old man has an extraordinary background, it must not be an ordinary casual cultivation, maybe it is the protector of a big family, but when he saw that Fang Xing's wealth was moving, he also masked his face and came over to make a windfall.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. Break it for me!"

Fang Xing drank coldly, and the big flag in his hand waved, rolled in one place. With the flag as a gun, he pointed out.

This big flag is swarthy, inconspicuous, and it doesn't even have half a bit of aura fluctuations, and the masked old man didn't put it in his eyes at first, but he stayed until a finger and the big flag were in one place. Only then did he realize that something was wrong, his few windy fingers that could tear the dark iron didn't even tear half a point of the very ordinary looking flag of this black flag. If you don't feel good, you will immediately retreat.

"Are you okay?"

Fang Xing shouted coldly. With the strength in his hand, the flag shook, and there was a "boom", and the strength soared.

"Smack......

The masked monk didn't even react, and in an instant, the wind blade in front of his finger shattered, then his finger shattered, and then the banner came straight over, and his body was cut into a hole in one fell swoop, and blood was spilled......

It's just that the blood that was spilled did not fall to the ground, but was absorbed by the black flag, even the blood line that had dripped into the air seemed to be attracted by a strange force and flew to the flag again!

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

Someone was frightened and cried out.

"Killed this monk in the middle of the foundation building in one go, this little ghost...... What kind of cultivation is it?"

In the panic, some people began to retreat, their minds wavered, and they wanted to escape.

"Haha, don't panic, this little ghost is powerful, but it also shows that the things on his body are more valuable, that big flag, I want it!"

Suddenly, a cold laughter sounded, and a two-foot tall man rushed out, and he was also the cultivation of Zhuji, and a punch was punched, shaking the air, like wind and thunder, almost wanting to overwhelm the mountains and seas, and hit Fang Xing head-on, just from the power of this punch, it can be seen that this person is a standard combat cultivator, and only a combat cultivator can cultivate his strength to such an amazing point.

What was even more threatening was his words, which suddenly aroused the greed in the hearts of all cultivators and flocked to it.

"People die for wealth, and birds die for food, and it's really good......"

Fang Xing laughed secretly and waved the banner: "Old evil, take this opportunity to eat a full meal......

Above the banner, black smoke billowed out, enveloping the heavens and the earth, and there was also the laughter of the evil king of the Great Roc in the middle.

"Kill ......"

All the monks rushed forward.

Fang Xing was not afraid, the Wanling Flag was thrown into the air, controlled by the evil king of Dapeng alone, and he himself took the one-legged one-man lance in his hand with his backhand, and swept out with spiritual power, "boom", just as the two-foot tall strong man rushed up, the one-legged bronze lance collided with his fist, and suddenly stirred up a violent wind, the strong man staggered back, and the fist bone was cracked.

"Smack"

Fang Xing was unforgiving, stepped on it, stepped on the ground and stepped on a pit, the one-legged bronze lance waved again, the strong man roared, his head had been shattered, his body was shaky, and he fell to the ground, and at the same time, Fang Xing's amazing divine sense swept away, grabbed back his hand, and grabbed a small and extremely good at sneak attack from the shadows, and held it high to the ground.

Bloody wind and rain, killing all sides!

Fang Xing waved the one-legged bronze lance once, and the monks in front of him were swept away by him, that is, even ordinary monks in the early stage of foundation building were not his generals, not to mention that there were a lot of smart people fishing in troubled waters?

This battle was really hearty.

Among the monks who came to rob and kill him, there were at least three mid-stage foundation building, seven or eight early stage foundation building, and the rest were mostly at the peak of agility, which could be described as extremely strong strength, but he was forced into a dead corner by one person and one flag, killing and killing, blood splattered, and dyed the crescent moon that had fallen obliquely to the sky into blood red...... (To be continued)

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