Chapter 147 Out of the matter

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Xiao Heng took a deep breath, and a cold light loomed in his eyes. He said in a low voice, "Taoist friend, you hit me. Not only does not apologize, but also hurts people. Is it possible that you think that in the later period of Xuanjing's cultivation, you can run rampant in Chicheng?

This middle-aged monk in white turned out to be a powerful monk in the late stage of the mysterious realm. Among the million monks in Chicheng, there are no more than 3,000 monks in Xuanjing. And there are no more than 200 monks above in the later period of Xuanjing. This middle-aged monk in white is also outstanding in Chicheng.

"Kid, get out of here, damn it. I was snapped up by a monk in Yuanjing upstairs before that I saw a set of 'hundred ghosts absorbing flag', and I was hit by you again. It's really unlucky. Get out of here." The middle-aged monk in white took a heavy breath and scolded Xiao Heng.

At this time, there are many monks around who are shopping for something. As soon as they see something wrong here, they all look over. However, as soon as he saw this middle-aged monk in white, his face changed at the same time. He carefully stepped back a few steps.

When Xiao Heng heard this, there was not only no sign of anger on his face, but also a strange smile on his face. He looked at the middle-aged monk in front of him and said faintly, "Oh? You mean that I bumped into you, and then I need to apologize to you humbly and then roll aside?"

The middle-aged man seemed to feel something, and his face became solemn, but he still hummed coldly and said to Xiao Heng, "Get out of here. If you don't get out, I'll send you to get out."

And just as Xiao Heng was going to use some means to give a little power to the middle-aged monk in white in the late Xuanjing period, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded not far behind the middle-aged monk: "Oh, Xiao Daoyou, it's you."

As soon as the call almost fell, the monks around immediately took out the clean clothes and held it in their hands. And the middle-aged monk in white also changed his face and turned his head to look over.

When Xiao Heng heard the sound, he saw three monks with very different clothes standing behind the middle-aged monks. These three people exude a unique smell of poisonous cultivation all over their bodies. Isn't it the third brother on the way to be buried, or who?

It was He Gu, who had the highest cultivation among the three people, who spoke. Xiao Heng helped the three people extract and refine the poison yuan that invaded the body three months ago. All three of them were quite grateful to Xiao Heng. Previously, he was extremely skeptical of Xiao Heng's strength, and at that time, he also admired Xiao Heng very much. However, Xiao Heng went to another place to talk about things with Fang Huayu and Luo Xiaoyan at that time. After talking, he went straight back to the cave to retreat. It was not until this time that the three of them saw Xiao Heng.

"Oh? It turned out to be He Daoyou, Burial Taoist Friends and Lu Daoyou. Three, it's nothing serious now, right? As soon as Xiao Heng saw the three people, he said to the three people with a smile.

When He Gu heard the words, he said with some embarrassment, "Thank you for Xiao Daoyou's life-saving kindness that day. Otherwise, my three brothers would definitely not be able to resist the invasion of the thousand-foot demon poison yuan and fell on the spot."

As soon as He Gu's words fell, the burial road immediately stared at the middle-aged monk in white in front of Xiao Heng and said, "Is there any trouble for Xiao Daoyou? Do you need our help?"

As soon as this was said, not only did the middle-aged monk in white become solemn, but also the scattered repair of shopping around him became unnatural.

A poisonous cultivation in the early stage of the mysterious realm can fight against an ordinary monk in the middle of the mysterious realm. And a poisonous cultivation in the middle of Xuanjing, facing an ordinary monk in the late stage of Xuanjing, also has the power of war. At this time, there were two early Xuanjing, and a poisonous cultivation in the middle of Xuanjing appeared here at the same time. Most importantly, the attack methods of poison cultivation are extremely strange and difficult to deal with. Ordinary monks are unwilling to provoke such monks who deal with poison all day long.

When the middle-aged monk in white heard the words, he suddenly began to regret it. Who knew that a seemingly ordinary monk in the early stage of Xuanjing would actually know three Xuanjing Poisonous Cultivation.

Just when the middle-aged monk in white couldn't lose face and wanted to take the lead, another voice suddenly came in from the outside.

"Yo, it's so lively. Just now, the patrol disciples under the door informed me that there was a Xuanjing monk conflict here. I couldn't control the scene and asked me to come and have a look. I didn't expect it to be you." A handsome young man wearing a brocade robe, a jade pendant on his waist and a waist seal appeared at the door.

This handsome young man's face is white, his skin is like mutton fat, and he looks whiter than a woman. And the corners of his eyes are also naturally picky, showing a trace of woman's charm.

"Fang Huayu." As soon as Xiao Heng saw it, he immediately whispered to himself helplessly. As soon as I got out of the customs, I encountered such things and led these guys out.

And He Gu, Burial Tu and Lu Jiangcheng, and even this middle-aged male monk in white, saluted Fang Huayu respectfully after seeing Fang Huayu's appearance, and said respectfully, "The younger generation has seen the elders."

"The younger generation has met the senior Fang." Some monks with vicious eyes around him immediately recognized the elder of Tianju Sect who had only advanced to the Yuanjing at a glance, even if he saluted to Fang Huayu.

Xiao Heng pulled the corners of his mouth when he heard the words, and finally he couldn't help laughing. He held back his smile and arched his hand reluctantly to Fang Huayu.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help pulling the corners of their mouths, and the monisian world attached great importance to the generation. Generally, juniors who have no hatred should salute respectfully when they see their predecessors to show their respect.

At this time, a monk in the early stage of the Xuanjing just arched his hand impatiently in the face of a monk in the early stage of the Yuanjing.

At this time, in everyone's hearts, Xiao Heng was regarded as a dead person. A little Sanxiu actually lost his etiquette in front of an elder of a large sect. Next, they only needed to see Xiao Heng screaming and falling instantly.

Of course, in the heart of the three brothers, there was no big surprise. After all, Fang Huayu's progress, even his life, can be said to be saved by Xiao Heng. They are still clear about this.

As for the middle-aged monk in white who began to get nervous, he couldn't help smiling at this time. Because in his eyes, Xiao Heng has lost his etiquette as a junior, and Fang Huayu will never let Xiao Heng go easily.

Generally, monks above the Yuanjing are some old monsters, unless some bitter monks, or some monks with adventures like Fang Huayu, have cultivated to the Yuanjing at the age of 500. He still looks like he is in his twenties.

However, many large sects also have some elixirs for their faces, and some old monsters over a thousand years old seem to be only in their teens. Therefore, most of the time, you can't just look at the appearance, but also look at the breath.

All monks who have reached the Yuan realm or above are people who have cultivated external incarnations and can control the sky with qi. Such characters can already be regarded as half a local fairy. Some etiquette has almost become their taboo.

Just as everyone held their breath and wanted to see how Xiao Heng was killed, Fang Huayu smiled and said to Xiao Heng, "Xiao Daoyou, what's wrong? Are you in trouble? Do you want me to help you solve it?"

Hearing this, Xiao Heng said helplessly, "As soon as he got out of the customs, he met this unlucky guy." After saying that, he smiled bitterly and pointed to the middle-aged monk in white in front of him.

"Mys..." A sound of inhaling cold air came from the scattered mouths around. And the middle-aged monk in white, whose face was originally smiling, was also as ugly as swallowing a live fly. He looked at Fang Huayu and Xiao Heng in disbelief.

Who would have thought that such a small Sanxiu who was not exposed at all would get to know the elders of Tianjuzong.

Wait, "Xiao Daoyou?"

"You... Are you a Yuanjing monk? In disbelief, he pointed to Xiao Heng, and the voice of the middle-aged monk in white had trembled a little at this time. Because in their impression, only powerful monks who can be called "Taoist friends" by Yuanjing monks may also be powerful monks in Yuanjing. At this time, he offended the great monk of Yuanjing, and provoked another great monk of Yuanjing and three Xuanjing poison cultivation.

Hearing this, Fang Huayu walked into the store step by step and said coldly as he walked, "Oh? If Xiao Daoyou is in the early stage of Xuanjing, you will bully him. If he is a great monk in Yuanjing, will you apologize?

The middle-aged monk in white looked pale, and the cold sweat kept dripping down his cheeks. After swallowing his saliva with difficulty, he whispered in a trembling voice, "Night... Junior, junior, that's not what I mean... It's just..."

"Just what?" Fang Huayu's face was cold, and bursts of inspiration flashed on the palm of his hand. A huge pressure enveloped the middle-aged monk in white in front of him in an instant. As soon as the monks around him felt this pressure, they felt that they couldn't breathe well, as if their chest was blocked. They stood in the distance one by one, breathing hard.

"Only... It's just that the younger generation was snapped up by a strong man in Yuanjing that I had been looking at for a long time, so I was in a bad mood, so..." At this time, the middle-aged monk in white was already regretful, and his strong body kept trembling under the terrible pressure of Fang Huayu.

Xiao Heng heard nothing, put his hands on his chest, and stood aside to watch this scene with great interest. However, there was a sharp flash in his eyes. No matter who he is, as long as he provokes himself, Xiao Heng will not make him look good.

When Fang Huayu heard the words, his tone changed and he whispered, "Oh? So that's it? It's understandable to be in a bad mood.

Just when the middle-aged monk in white wondered whether he had escaped the disaster, Fang Huayu said coldly, "It happens that I'm in a bad mood now. You also need to understand what I have done." In a word, a white sword light immediately exploded in his hand. The middle-aged monk in front of him was straight and killed.

How could the middle-aged monk in white react? He thought it was all right, but who knew that the monk in Yuanjing would suddenly attack.

"Ah..." There was no time to take a step back, and the middle-aged monk in white was hit in the right arm by the white light. The whole arm flew up in an instant, with a blood light, which was extremely sad.

"Small punishment, take your arm and get out of Chicheng. If you appear in Chicheng next time, I will kill you directly. Behind Fang Huayu's hands, he said coldly to the middle-aged monk in white.

The backs of the middle-aged monk in white were all soaked with cold sweat and did not dare to contradict at all. He picked up the broken arm and stumbled and disappeared at the door of the Jubao Building.

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