Chapter 63 I want to eat dog meat

Comparing with new disciples, a different kind of competition between immortals in the world. This fight is not the current victory or defeat, but the potential of the future. After all, the guys who stand out in this big comparison will be the pillars of various fairy gates in the future. Even the head of Xianmen is not without it.

After a hundred years, this new disciple Dabi has finally begun. On the vast flat ground in the Taihe Plain, it was divided into eight ringes by Taihe monks. Ten disciples from each of the five immortals participated in the battle and fought against each other in the form of lots. Because it was decided by drawing lots, it is not uncommon for the disciples of the same fairy to meet in the ring.

Holding the No. 1 bamboo stick in his hand, Fang Xin walked towards the No. 1 ring very low-key. At this time, Fang Xin saw no sign of injury on his face. After a night's rest, although his current state is not at its peak, it is almost the same. Just looking at the Taihe Gate station from afar, Fang Xin's heart was quite hateful.

If Feng Ling hadn't informed Qingsong Taoist about this matter after returning to his residence last night, and then Qingsong came to help Fang Xin recover, Fang Xin must have been in his residence like a wooden man now. As for Fang Xin's experience, Qingsong Taoist only comforted him, but did not do anything else after that. Obviously, Qingpu Taoist attacked Fang Xin on the grounds of violating the door rules. Even if Qing Song is the head teacher, there is nothing he can do about such a thing. Of course, the identity of Qingpu Taoist as an alchemist is also a big reason for Qingsong's tolerance.

However, Fang Xin doesn't mind this. After all, even if Qing Song is ready to stand up for himself, he will refuse. Sooner or later, this revenge will be repaid. Just write it down for the time being, and it will be returned in the future.

"Master, what are you looking at? It's your turn to take the stage." Just as Fang Xin looked at the Taihe Gate from afar, Feng Ling's voice sounded, reminding Fang Xin that he should come to power.

Hearing this, Fang Xin realized the current situation. Seeing that a monk was standing firmly on the No. 1 ring at this moment, Fang Xin put away his thoughts and jumped to the high platform.

After releasing his divine observation and finding that his first opponent was the cultivation in the later stage of foundation building, Fang Xin was still somewhat surprised. I thought I could relax some of the response in the first few rounds, but seeing this situation, Fang Xin had to readjust his mentality.

"Taihe disciples, Fang Xin, please give me some advice." After sacrificing the remnant wind and flying sword, Fang Xin said politely.

"Mushanmen disciple, Zhao Qing." Although Fang Xin is very polite, Zhao Qing at the Mushan Gate is not friendly enough.

Seeing the other party's attitude, Fang Xin will naturally not talk more nonsense. Although Fang Xin habitually respects his opponents, in fact, he is more hostile to his opponents than anyone else. I planned to salute first and then wait until the time to do it. And now that the other party has proofed, he has also strengthened Fang Xin's ruthless idea.

Fang Xin's change naturally could not escape his opponent's observation. Feeling the deepening hostility and fighting spirit from Fang Xin, Zhao Qing showed a sneer at the corners of his mouth and took the initiative to say, "Well, is there no Taihe Gate? A disciple who built a foundation in the middle stage has been sent. Well, since you dare to send it off, I, Zhao Qing, dare to accept your head."

"There's a lot of nonsense." In the face of his opponent's provocation, Fang Xin did not answer. After scolding in his heart, he drove the remnant wind and flying sword and went straight to Zhao Qing. Fang Xin was reluctant to hand it over, so he had to let his opponent hand it over.

When he saw Fang Xin say that he did it, he did it. Although Zhao Qing had an accident, he did not panic. The flying sword of a medium-quality treasure was not weak at all, and it attacked against the remnant wind.

The struggle of low-level disciples, called fighting, is actually fighting swords. After all, before the strength is not very strong, there will naturally not be too many methods. Moreover, most of the strong methods consume a lot. Generally speaking, it is not the time when it is necessary to fight high and down or the critical moment of life and death, and the disciples who have cultivated in the foundation period will not choose to use the method to fight with people.

Although Fang Xin has a magnificent sea of spirit far beyond the monks of the same level, he has the advantage of aura, and he is unwilling to use the Dharma Gate to resist the enemy. With the superior sword skill against the enemy, due to the painstaking practice of the fire formula, Fang Xin was able to compete with a monk who cultivated in the later stage of the foundation without falling behind in the flying sword.

However, Zhao Qing is unwilling to accept this balance. His cultivation steadily suppressed Fang Xin, but now he can only draw with the other party. If it goes on like this, if you are seen by your peers, won't you be laughed to death? Thinking of this, Zhao Qing also gave up the steady winning method and began to take the initiative to seek change.

Fang Xin can naturally easily catch the change of Zhao Qing's mentality. After all, when the two were fighting fiercely, the other party's flying sword suddenly appeared strange, and the momentum on his body also changed. How could Fang Xin not know that the other party had other plans?

Just because he did not want to expose too many means, and did not notice the too dangerous breath from the other party, Fang Xin simply accelerated the attack of the flying sword and continued to disturb the other party's mind with entanglement to adapt to change.

But just as Zhao Qing was constantly running his skills and preparing to use his killing moves. Fang Xin's black iron branch suddenly moved, and it moved very strangely but extremely fast.

Fang Xinben is still preparing to take measures with the idea of responding to changes. But feeling the vision of the Xuantie branch, Fang Xin was stunned first, and then figured out the key.

Just as Fang Xin was about to ask the demon soul why he took the initiative to control the Xuantie branch, there was a scream not far away. Hearing the sound, Fang Xin quickly abandoned the idea of asking and looked forward.

Zhao Qing, who was still accumulating aura at the previous moment and preparing to kill Fang Xin with a method, was almost turned into a bloody man at this moment. His head suddenly sank, and a terrible scar appeared on his forehead. At this moment, blood splashed out like a waterfall. And above his head, there is a branch floating on which there are blood stains.

Looking at the doubts and unwillingness in Zhao Qing's eyes, Fang Xin could only smile helplessly, and then recalled the Xuantie branch back into his hand. As soon as the Xuantie branch was bought, Zhao Qing fell to the ground and his vitality gradually faded away.

This scene on the stage was naturally seen by many monks watching the battle at this moment. The people under the stage did not know the key. They only saw that Zhao Qing and Fang Xin were fighting fiercely, and Zhao Qing began to gather momentum, as if they wanted to use killing moves. However, Fang Xin seemed to have nothing to do, and could only be entangled with a flying sword. But just as people expected Zhao Qing to be powerful, a streamer suddenly flew out of Fang Xin's waist, and then an inconspicuous branch hit Zhao Qing's head, and then this seemingly painless smash killed a monk in the later stage of foundation.

This scene appeared too quickly and was even more strange. So much so that after seeing Zhao Qing completely fell to the ground and died, they all came to their senses and figured out that the incredible scene they saw was exactly what Fang Xin, who was standing on the stage at this moment.

Originally, I saw that Fang Xin was just a monk in the middle of foundation. Even the monks of Taihemen were not very optimistic about each other's letter. However, the current fact is that Fang Xinsheng and Zhao Qing lost. Moreover, although Fang Xin's victory was very strange, he had to admit that he won very easily.

After this war, Fang Xin's reputation began to spread among the fairy gates under the relay of these war spectators. Before long, many disciples of Xianmen knew that there was a disciple named Fang Xin in Taihemen. His cultivation was not outstanding, but his means were extremely strange and vicious. Because of Zhao Qing as an example, many immortal disciples began to secretly guard against this amazing guy who was rumored on the first day of Dabi, even if they did not see Fang Xin.

But Fang Xin, who knew the truth, immediately scolded the demon soul after winning: "Demon soul, what do you mean? Do you look down on me? Fight well and let you disturb it."

Hearing this, the demon soul snorted with disdain, "Well, I haven't learned anything else, but I've learned to make it bigger. What if that boy's method is extremely powerful and you can't avoid it? Don't you understand the truth that if you can fight with people and kill them, you won't be seriously injured? I don't know you yet. With great ability, I want to see a trick. Bah, I don't want to take risks with you. Such a small thing can be killed with a stick. Why is it so complicated?"

After being taught a complete lesson by the demon soul, Fang Xin wanted to fight back, but found that what it said was reasonable. In desperation, Fang Xin could only defend himself in vain, "Ha ha, don't I just want to leave some means? In case I go all out now, it will be difficult to fight when there is a fierce role."

"You can do as much as you can. It's not good to hide it. Forget it, I won't say more, so as not to be found. Remember, be careful, I can't always help you." After saying that, the demon soul fell into silence again.

Fang Xin, who won inexplicably, naturally could only meet the complex eyes of everyone and walk down the ring as if nothing had happened.

Before he stood firm, Feng Ling rushed to Fang Xin like a gust of wind, and his pretty face blushed excitedly, as if Fang Xin's victory was due to her credit.

"Master, it turns out that your methods are so clever. You still said you didn't hide selfishness from me. Why haven't you ever told me or shown me such a sharp trick?" When he came to Fang Xin, Feng Ling danced as if to restore Fang Xin's magical blow just now, while complaining about Fang Xin in a delicate tone.

Feng Ling was originally a beautiful girl, but now he has made such a charming move that Fang Xin can't stand it, not to mention that he is paying attention to Fang Xin's other immortal disciples at this moment. Seeing this scene, many immortal disciples couldn't help sighing in a low voice: "Alas, there are women with strength and means." After saying that, many immortal disciples secretly glanced at Feng Ling.

However, Feng Ling ignored other people's eyes and just stared at Fang Xin. He completely vowed not to give up if he couldn't ask a satisfactory answer.

For this, Fang Xin actually stepped back a few steps timidly, and then said bravely, "Ha ha, the fight just now was too fierce. I was excited for a moment, and there was a flash of inspiration in my mind. Coincidence is all coincidence."

"Bah, fool. Why don't we encounter such a coincidence?" Hearing Fang Xin's explanation, many onlookers scolded in their hearts. Just because of Fang Xin's bloody methods just now, he dares not put such remarks in his mouth.

Obviously, Feng Ling was also dissatisfied with Fang Xin's answer. I just saw a little impatience in Fang Xin's eyes, and Feng Ling, who was very good at observing words, no longer messed around, but immediately said to the other party, "Well, the master's magic is so sharp. It seems that I really have to practice hard with the master in the future."

It's been a while to get along with Feng Ling, but Fang Xin still can't figure out what kind of nature this sometimes crazy and sometimes clever girl is. Fang Xin can not have evil thoughts, and the two get along well with each other.

But in a harmonious atmosphere, there will always be people who are not harmonious.

Shortly after Fang Xin won, Song Ming came over with a smile: "Uncle Fang really didn't show his face. I didn't expect that Zhao Qing of Mushanmen couldn't even save his life in your hands. I admire it, Song Ming really admires it."

Seeing Song Ming's appearance, Feng Ling, who couldn't hide his emotions, naturally showed hostility. He snorted coldly and hid behind Fang Xin, unwilling to get too close to him.

In the face of Feng Ling's attitude, although Song Ming smiled unabated, a fierce light still flashed in his eyes.

caught Song Ming's strangeness, but Fang Xin still smiled and walked up. Somehow, in the face of hypocrites like Song Ming, Fang Xin really seems to be addicted, just like to play hypocrisy with him. However, the more he thought of him as a snake, the more Fang Xin wanted to skin him.

"Ha ha, why did Brother Song come here to watch the fun? My little trick is nothing. I can't get on the stage. I have never seen Brother Song take action, but I'm looking forward to seeing you show your power." I couldn't see any grudge. Between talking and laughing, Fang Xin's eyes even showed yearning.

In the face of Fang Xin's flattery, Song Ming smiled and could see the undisguised pride and enthusiasm. After laughing, he slowly said, "Since Uncle Fang is looking forward to it so much, I will be a little embarrassed if I hide it again."

"Oh? How to say this?" Suddenly hearing Song Ming's words, Fang Xinton was alert and his fingers shook slightly, ready to sacrifice the flying sword.

"Ha ha, it happens that my first fight will also be played in this ring. If Uncle Fang is interested, he can look at it here. If there are any shortcomings, I hope my uncle will not hesitate to teach me." Although it was a teaching, Song Ming's body still unconsciously showed a little disdain in the end.

After Song Ming came to power, Feng Ling whispered in Fang Xin's ear, "Master, you see that he is ambitious. If we are not angry, how can we be like a dog?"

Hearing this, Fang Xin just shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "Of course I won't be angry with him, but I'm a little greedy as a teacher. I want to eat dog meat recently."