"Warrior?"

In just a moment of confusion, two brothers died.

Dahu was shocked and looked at the person coming.

I saw a young man in silver shirt, holding a sword, standing calmly beside Sanhu's body, looking at Ding Bushan's grandfather and grandson with a smile.

"Fellow Taoist Red Sleeves, long time no see!"

Fang Xing said hello.

"You...you are?"

Ding Hongxiu felt that this person looked familiar, as if he had met him a long time ago.

If it was Fang Xing's true appearance, she would definitely be able to recognize it.

But this time Fang Xing chose to disguise himself before taking action, becoming the image he had just entered Qinglinfang City.

This is of course for safety!

After all, his later image was related to the death of Chen Yi, and he brazenly killed people in the city. He might have been wanted by Qingxuan Sect for a long time!

"Back then, we even set up a stall together!"

Fang Xing reminded with a smile.

"It's you!?" Ding Hongxiu's face suddenly flashed with joy.

And Ding Busan was happy with the rest of his life, but also had a hint of shame.

At first, he looked down upon him in every possible way and even compared him with the handsome young master later on. However, he never expected that he would receive help from others in times of crisis.

Ding Bushan looked at the two tigers and three tigers that had turned into corpses, and his expression became solemn again.

Although the two tigers are gone, the big tiger is the most difficult to deal with!

"There are such powerful warriors in the city?"

Dahu looked at Fang Xing, his expression becoming extremely solemn: "You killed two of my sworn brothers, and I had to find two more. How are you going to compensate me?"

Although this warrior has great martial arts skills, the big tiger is not very afraid of him.

After all, he is a body-refining monk with a powerful body, and he has already reached the stage where he is not afraid of ordinary low-grade magic weapons!

As a sect among immortal cultivators, body-refining monks are actually relatively niche.

You also need spiritual roots to get started. Daily practice mainly uses spiritual energy to temper the body, not mana!

Dahu has reached the point where he can compete with the late-stage Qi training monks by virtue of his physical training, which is rare in the city.

Of course, cultivating to such a level does not mean that his body can ignore high-grade magic weapons!

If you ignore the high-grade magic weapon and can pick it up with your bare hands, it is almost equivalent to being invincible during the Qi training period!

In fact, it would be considered good if he could catch a low-grade magic weapon with his bare hands.

To temper one's body to the point where it is not afraid of magic weapons, one must at least have second-level physical training comparable to that of a foundation-building monk.

Even so, second-level physical cultivators still have to be wary of spiritual weapon attacks from foundation-building monks.

According to Dahu's current strength, he can basically ignore low-grade magic weapons. If it is a mid-grade magic weapon used by a monk in the middle stage of Qi training, he must be careful not to hit the vital point.

If a master in the late stage of Qi training controls a high-grade magic weapon, he would not dare to use it forcefully.

Of course, if an ordinary monk in the late stage of Qi training faced an attack from a high-grade magic weapon, he would definitely die if he had no defense, but he could hold on for a few more times.

Combined with some methods of physical cultivation, if you fight against an ordinary monk in the late stage of Qi training, you are very likely to win.

Now he was only facing a warrior. Although the opponent looked powerful, Dahu still believed in himself.

In the later stages of Qi training, you will be invincible against warriors!

What's more, he is stronger than ordinary people in the late stage of Qi training, and he is also a body-refining monk. The most powerful blood refining tools are comparable to low-grade ones, so they can be ignored!

Ding Bushan obviously saw this and quickly reminded: "Fellow Taoist, be careful. Among the three black tigers, the big tiger is the strongest. His body is not afraid of low-grade magic weapons!"

"Hey, isn't it too late to say this now?"

Dahu looked at Fang Xing: "You are pretty good, and you are very good at attacking immortal cultivators. How about you become my second brother? Anyway, those two losers are dead, and I have to find someone to replace them... If you agree, I will

It’s not a bad idea to spare these two people today!”

"Being a tribulation cultivator? Impossible..."

Fang Xing shook his head and refused. He came here to gain practical experience, not to rob.

"If you don't drink a toast, you'll have to drink wine as a penalty... I think that a mere warrior who has mastered a few spiritual arts can take action against a cultivator..."

The big tiger laughed ferociously, and black energy filled his body.

This is the body-refining technique he practiced - "Five Tigers Body-Refining Technique". When practicing, he needs to kill the demon tiger, take its essence, blood and soul, and refine it into himself.

When the skill is pushed to the limit, it can even form a "tiger soul" to protect the whole body, cleanse away evil spirits, and also have a protective effect against mental attacks!

Hoho!

The black energy gathered and faintly transformed into a black tiger, attached to its body, causing its body to swell, and a black "king" character appeared on its head.

Not only that, Dahu also took out a 'quiet mind charm' and stuck it directly on himself.

As a physical cultivator, of course he also has magic power, and all the items of an immortal cultivator can be used without any problem.

Although he said he was not afraid, Dahu was actually a little afraid of Fang Xing's previous method of making him lose consciousness for a moment.

After running the technique with all his strength, he used a talisman to protect his mind.

By this time, he was confident that even if a monk who had perfected his Qi practice used special magic weapons to attack his spiritual consciousness, he would no longer be afraid!

"Are you ready?"

Fang Xing's silver shirt was flying, and the sword in his hand suddenly roared!

In an instant, Ding Bushan and Ding Hongxiu fell into a state of trance again.

But Dahu was only distracted for a moment, and his eyes returned to focus.

"Ouch!"

The tiger-shaped black energy lingering around him roared and took action first.

Two giant black mana palms, one behind the other, surrounded Fang Xing.

"Isn't the mental impact of the Extreme Sword and the Ghost Sword no longer great on him?"

However, Fang Xing remained calm. The swords in his hands were intertwined, and the sharpness of cutting through everything was harmoniously combined with the sharpness of the sword to break magic. The light of the sword and the light of the sword slashed at the two giant magic hands, strangulating them to pieces.

"Sure enough... A-level martial arts is mainly about protecting one's own spirit. In addition, I am not good at it... it seems reasonable that it is difficult to influence immortal cultivators at this level?"

"This monk's roar of a tiger should also have a god-shaking effect. It's useless to me, which is proof!"

After crushing the two giant magic hands, he flashed like a cloud dragon and entered the space seven feet away from the big tiger!

A warrior can wipe out the enemy's country within three steps!

For today's Fang Xing, seven feet is simply a matter of thought!

The next moment, the swords roared together!

The light of the sword and the light of the sword flashed, killing both dragon and tiger, and strangled the tiger-shaped black energy.

The tiger soul in the void whimpered and disappeared directly.

Tsk!

The swords crossed each other, leaving white marks on Dahu's strong arms.

The big tiger laughed ferociously, opened his big hand, and grabbed the tip of the knife!

Fang Xing frowned, the black-marked sword had landed on Dahu's throat, and a trace of blood appeared.

Click!

He was like a white cloud, floating away and looking at his hands.

The black-marked sword was safe and sound, and there was still a trace of blood on the tip.

And the Baili Steel Knife purchased at random in the market has been broken into two pieces!

"You can be proud of yourself if you can hurt me with a low-grade magic weapon!"

Dahu wiped the blood on his neck, threw the tip of the knife into his mouth, and chewed it like a bean.

Chew gold and iron raw!

If this kind of behavior is seen by people in the secular martial arts world, everyone will question their own eyes, thinking that they have seen a martial arts myth!

After trying Fang Xing's sword skills, the grin on Dahu's face became even bigger.

He has confirmed that although this warrior is good in strength, it is difficult for him to pose a life threat.

Especially for body-refining cultivators, it is difficult for enemies to break through their defenses, which is enough to prove their advantage!

"You didn't take the chance I gave you before, so go die now!"

Dahu put on two magic weapon-level gloves on himself. This kind of magic weapon suitable for body-training warriors also sells for a lot of money in the market.

He roared, looking like a huge black tiger, and rushed towards Fang Xing!

Fang Xing sighed and threw away the steel sword in his hand. The black-marked sword seemed to turn into a downpour, falling down in a torrent.

The Extreme Sword was originally the most complicated sword move, and it was even more dexterous in his hands.

The two sides staggered several times, but the swords and gloves never touched each other, which made Dahu so sad that he almost wanted to vomit blood.

"You are a warrior, do you only know how to hide?"

He roared and took out a small black flag from his arms.

This small flag is completely black, but there is an embroidery of a snow-white skull on it, which is vivid, and the white eyes seem to be sprouting ghost fire...

"Magic weapon?"

When Ding Busan, who was watching the battle from the side, saw this scene, he already wanted to pull Ding Hong's sleeves and run away for his life.

"I really can't afford to lose, that's all..."

Fang Xing glanced at the attribute bar:

[Extreme Sword:96/100 (entry level)]

"Originally, I used you to practice swordsmanship. It would be nice to increase my proficiency a little bit..."

There was a silver gun in his hand and he aimed it at Dahu's head.

laugh!

A silver-white laser flashed, and Dahu's headless body fell to the ground.

"No matter how high your cultivation level is, you will still be knocked down with one shot!"

Fang Xing blew the muzzle of the gun, put away the laser gun, and looked at Ding Bushan's grandfather and grandson.

"What a powerful magic weapon!"

Ding Bushan's pupils shrank: 'This is as powerful as Tianleizi, but there is no fluctuation in mana... That big tiger died unjustly!'

Any magical weapon will have mana fluctuations in actual combat. Immortal cultivators have sharp ears and eyes. They may not be able to dodge the laser, but they can dodge the gun!

After all, no matter how good the laser gun is, it still needs people to operate it.

If he were a monk in the foundation-building stage, his spiritual consciousness could easily lock on Fang Xing and avoid the muzzle of the gun before Fang Xing fired!

But the boss of the three black tigers was obviously careless, or he believed too much in his own physical strength. As a result, he was shot in the head and died.

Ding Bushan felt uneasy and took his daughter with him, bowing deeply to the ground: "Little old man and granddaughter, thank you fellow Taoist for saving your life!"

"Well, I just did it casually..."

Fang Xing came out this time to find a monk to ask about the situation in the city and to practice actual combat.

Now that I meet an acquaintance, I naturally don't mind helping him.

"By the way, I have been practicing outside. I wonder how Qinglinfang City is doing now?"

He looked at Ding Bushan with bright eyes.

"Qinglinfang City... has been in chaos recently. Due to the emergence of the secret realm, the strength of the Qingxuan Sect's law enforcement team has declined, and there have been many more calamity cultivators... Sigh..."

Ding Bushan had a bitter look on his face. A serious spiritual farmer like him looked down upon those unskilled tribulation cultivators.
Chapter completed!