Chapter 81: Old Monk

Chapter 81: Old Monk

Bi Lian'er was pressed to the ground, still a little stunned.

She could never have imagined that this young Taoist would be so powerful.

The Five Poison Fairy', who was invited with great effort, was killed in a single encounter.

"Little Snake long time no see."

Fang Xian greeted with a smile and took the magic bag of the Five Poison Fairy in his hand. Suddenly, his expression changed again, and a flame hit the opponent's corpse.

The Five Poison Fairy suddenly turned to ashes, but there was a strange golden light in it, squeaking and wanting to fly away.

Fang Xian snorted coldly, brought out his spiritual art, and immediately a fire dragon flew out and subdued the golden light.

The golden light chirped a few times, apparently it had its own will, but it had no host so it finally calmed down and turned into a golden flying sword, it also seemed to have a golden thread wandering from it.

"Huh? It's actually the Golden Silkworm Sword?"

At this time, his vision and knowledge were very profound, and he recognized it immediately.

This flying sword is caused by Grandma Lu envying the sharpness of the flying sword of the swordsman cultivators, which she asked an unorthodox sect to make. It looks like a sword but not a sword, like a beast but not a beast. The main material is a flying golden silkworm, and the soul of this golden silkworm is sealed in it.

Although it's not an authentic sword, it still can count as a flying sword.

If the Five Poison Fairy really cultivated this flying sword, she might be able to block the next immortal's move.

It's a pity that this sword was borrowed from Grandma Lu by her.

As a result, she died under Fang Xian's hands before she could show it.

"Little Taoist priestyou killed Fairy Five Poisons, she is Grandma Lu's favorite disciplehaha" Bi Lian'er laughed, "Ill witness how you die."

Shes just a mere golden elixir realm cultivator Shaking his head, "You hate me so much? Is it because of the three-year appointment and Marquis Lu repented?"

"Of course, if it wasn't for your bad intentions and teaching Sir Lu Taoism, how could he treat me like this?" Bi Lian'er's eyes desire to breathe fire.

Lu Hou was on the side, blushing like the color of blood, he covered his face with his sleeves and did not dare to speak.

Fang Xian looked suffocated for a while. He secretly said that this apprentice is also a coward, and immediately shouted, "Disciple, you take care of this little snake spirit, you are not allowed to kill her or let her escape"

He also restrained Bi Lian'er's mana, and only then did he let Luhou escort him down.

Looking at the silhouette of this apprentice, he couldn't help shaking his head.

His apprentice was accepted for the sake of karma, but his aptitude and personality were average. Fortunately, he didn't have any expectations. Hes only waiting for Lu Hou to get to a little more advanced realm, and then he plans to give him the Fire Dragon Sword, thus ending the karma.

Even if this apprentice accepts another apprentice and grandson, hell have no relationship with them, and hell just let them fend for themselves.

Otherwise, Lu Hou really doesn't know what it means for this path to be ruthless!

After solving a small problem, Fang Xian began to think about his future plans.

At this time, he walked and flew, and a sword light pierced the sky. Without noticing it, two identical sword shadows appeared around him.

Seeing that his swordsmanship has improved again, Fang Xian couldn't help letting out a long howl that was extremely enjoyable.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Suddenly, a cheer was heard.

A blue-colored sword light flew over, and he even kept pace with Fang Xian, as if this was just easy for him

"Who has come?"

Fang Xian's sword light stopped, but he was not afraid and shouted directly.

"Occasionally, the old man travels with the sword, and when he sees the little friend using the sword riding technique, I was too excited and happy thats why I followed you. Little friend, please don't be surprised!"

The blue sword light was restrained, and an old Taoist priest in green robes stepped on the flying sword. His name was Zhuyun.

Seeing Fang Xian, his eyes lit up, and he praised, "Good sword! What a sword bone! You really are born to learn swordsmanship!" "

I always feel that you are scolding me, but there is no evidence"

Fang Xian rolled her eyes in her heart and asked, "This Taoist priest is?"

"Old Taoist Zhuyun!" The old Taoist Zhuyun stroked his beard, "I came here to avenge countless parents, countless lonely ghosts Are you willing to join me together to support the strong and help the weak?"

I want to see what the hell you are planning.

Fang Xian said with a smile, "I'd like to hear the details!"

"Look!"

Old Daoist Zhu Yun pointed and he saw a dark cloud seeming to escape for its life, heading towards their direction.

It's not that it doesn't want to change direction, but every time it does, there is a psychic sword light behind it, forcing it to come here.

Fang Xian squinted his eyes and saw two black-robed cultivators in the light, hiding the pockets behind their backs with fearful expressions on their faces. When he sensed the qi on their body, he couldn't help but frown.

All things have their own breathing pattern

Under his [Eye of Mysterious Caverns], Bi Lian'er only had some demonic energy on her body, but there was no resentment or blood qi that can be traced in her body.

On the other hand, although these two guys are human, the resentment and blood qi towards them is as strong and is already forming into a solid matter. Obviously, the murder they committed is not just little.

"The two immortals, we are the disciples of the Wind Cloud Sect"

These two people only were in the realm of the talisman. When they saw Fang Xian and Zhuyun, they seemed to be terrified of being hunted down and quickly tried to hide behind their backgrounds.

Fang Xian ignored them, but looked at Old Monk Zhuyun.

He suspected that this old man was probably from the Shushan Sword Sect and wanted to convert him.

I don't know if hes trying to inspire me to punish evil and promote goodness, or to show off my exquisite swordsmanship, or both?

The first thought in Fang Xian's mind was whether this piece of fat which was delivered right to his door, should he bite it or not?