Gou Cultivates Immortals at the Chaotic World of Demons and Martial Arts

Chapter 93
"Friend Kuchiki..."

Looking at the two uninvited guests, Fang Xi turned to look at the old man Kuchimu.

"Ugh……"

The veteran Kuchimu sighed, and stepped forward to say hello: "Fellow Daoist Mo, Fellow Daoist Feng... What kind of wind is this that brought the two of you here?"

"Haha, it's easy to say, since the two of us entered Mirror Moon Lake as law enforcement monks, we are naturally also responsible for the safety of the entire Peach Blossom Island. Today you have a lot of people here, and we will naturally come to verify our identity one by one, so that no demon cultivators can get in." in."

Feng Manlou also got off the flying boat, speaking righteously and authentically.

These family monks are naturally different from the casual cultivators occupying Twin Peaks.

When the two sides met, there was always some cynicism.

Fang Xi simply stepped aside and ignored her.

Anyway, his emerald cliff is so far away that he can see it clearly.

Not long after, Wei Yixin and his wife from the West Peak also arrived.

Among them, Hua Chanjuan is already pregnant with Liujia.

Fang Xi hurriedly stepped forward to congratulate her, secretly calculating how much she would have to follow when the child was born in the future.

This time Kuchimu Laodao treated guests, he gave a congratulatory gift of a low-grade spirit stone, which is really not a small amount!
"Brother Fang, you came just in time, please persuade this stubborn bull!"

After Hua Chanjuan became pregnant, her temper became even hotter, and she poked Wei Yixin's forehead with her finger: "I asked him to plant flowers and raise bees, but if he quit, he would be instigated for a few words, and he would take risks again... This is the end of it." How many days have you had a happy birthday?"

"Aren't I doing this for the child? You have to find some spiritual things to support your fetus... When you give birth in the future, you have to have a spiritual thing to cultivate your foundation. If you have a spiritual root, you have to prepare for your future cultivation..."

With rare tenderness on Wei Yixin's face, he explained in a low voice.

Looking at this scene, Fang Xi didn't want to be stuffed with dog food, so she turned to look in other directions.

However, after Mo Qingyu chatted with Mu Wen for a few words, she looked at him with eager provocation in her eyes, and said loudly: "I heard that you can kill a family of cultivators with one sword... Hehe The Lu family is a fart family? Fellow Daoist Fang, your Qinghe sword, a low-grade magic weapon, is also considered as powerful on Peach Blossom Island, would you like to let me see it?"

With all his cultivation, he has reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, and he is only one step away from the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Naturally, he looked down on Fang Xi, who was on the fourth floor of Qi Refining, but now only on the fifth floor.

Hearing the other party's intentional mention of 'low-grade magic weapon', Fang Xi also smiled at herself: "You are joking, fellow Daoist Mo, what kind of swordsmanship can we Lingnong have? It's just practiced indiscriminately, and it's all about desperately fighting with blood and courage... ..."

As he spoke, he took out the Qinghe sword.

This sword is shaped like a green leaf, it is indeed a low-grade magic weapon, and it is even incomplete.

Seeing this, Feng Manlou and Mo Qingyu couldn't help showing contempt on their faces.

It's already in the mid-stage of Qi refining, and the magic weapon is still low-grade.

Even if it is low-grade, it is still so dilapidated.

Even Mu Wen felt that his magic weapon was much better than Fang Xi's...

"This sword was a gift from a friend of mine. It has been with me for many years. It's a pity, a pity..."

Holding the Qinghe Sword in Fang Xi's hand, the voice and smile of Old Maitou seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

I don't know if it was destined.

Holding his sword, he finally cut a bloody path and won what other Lingnong had been chasing for all their lives but could not obtain.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes turned cold, and he gripped the blade with two fingers: "What a pity..."

Just listen to 'ping pong'!
Fang Xi exerted force with both fingers, and even cut off the Qinghe sword.

pat!

The broken blade and hilt of the sword fell to the ground, making Mo Qingyu's eyes straighten.

"It's a pity that this sword has a spirituality, and it didn't want to be humiliated by others, so it broke itself!"

Fang Xi glanced at Mo Qingyu, the coldness made the latter's body straighten involuntarily.

He sneered, ignored Kuanmu Laodao and others, turned and left.

……

Mo Qingyu was in a daze, and what Fang Xi said earlier echoed in her ears - "What sword skills can we Lingnong have?"It's just random practice, and it's all about desperately fighting with blood and courage...'

Looking at the two severing swords, he suddenly understood that if he dared to touch the foundation of the casual cultivator, the opponent would really dare to fight for his life!
"Hey... Brother Mo, don't you know that Fang Xi is a physical trainer at the second level of body training?"

It was only at this time that Feng Manlou muttered beside Mo Qingyu.

Although he has friendship with the Mo family, he is in a competitive relationship with Mo Qingyu, and he should delay it: "Brother Mo must always be careful if you offend this person, the other party will splatter blood with you..."

"you……"

Mo Qingyu glared at Feng Manlou, then at Mu Wen, and left with a resentful shake of her hand.

Seeing this, Feng Manlou smiled and left.

A banquet broke up unhappy.

After Wei Yixin and his wife also left, Mu Wen came to Kuanmu Laodao: "Old ancestor, I..."

Snapped!
Kuchimu's backhand was a resounding slap across the face, which knocked Mu Wen into a daze.

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

The old Taoist Kuchimu's eyes were a little red: "The old Taoist didn't expect that because of your superior aptitude since childhood, the old Taoist and your father and uncle have been gritting their teeth to support you. You have what others have... I didn't expect to raise yours." Arrogance! Right from wrong, no difference between enemy and friend!"

"Do you think you are the young master of the family? You should be on the side of the Feng family and the Mo family by nature? No, you are just a casual cultivator! Back then, our family was displaced, we gathered less and left more, and your father and uncle worked day and night in other people's spiritual fields. Even the time for meditation will be squeezed... Your mother washes the spirit silk for the merchants every day, and her hands are almost soaked! Isn't all this just to save a few spirit crystals for you to practice?"

"The old Taoist originally wanted to bring you by his side to teach, but due to the many trivial matters, he could only let you practice on your own. In the end, you just learned this?"

The old man Kuchiki was in a hurry.

Emerald Cliff and Xifeng are friends, they can only be friends, not enemies.

You need to be respectful to Mirror Moon Lake, but you must guard against family monks!

Before the great-great-grandson went up the mountain, he taught him earnestly, and told him what to do, but unexpectedly, the result was still a mess.

"Old ancestor... my family already has spiritual land as the foundation of inheritance, why can't we be listed in the Xiuxian family in the future?"

Mu Wen still didn't look convinced.

"you……"

The old man Kuchimu was so angry that he wanted to come up and beat him again, but he was still caught by a few old farmers: "Wen'er was just confused for a while, and it will be better to teach him more in the future."

"In the future, is there a fart in the future?"

Kuchimu was so angry that he kicked over the mahogany table: "Originally, the old man wanted to intercede with Fellow Daoist Fang, so that you could work in his spiritual field and earn a few more spirit stones every year, but now it's all over!"

Several old farmers looked at each other, feeling a little sad.

……

"After this turn of events, both sides should bother me as little as possible, right?"

Fang Xi flew towards the Emerald Cliff with her hands behind her back, driving the black cloud pocket.

For him, the Qinghe Sword is indeed quite memorable, after all, it is the first magic weapon, and it cost more than two spirit stones!

Well, that's exactly what it is...

When I saw Mo Qingyu come to provoke me today, I just used it as a prop to turn my face, and felt that it was worth the money.

"From now on, I draw my sword in anger, break it in anger, my reputation of being moody and withdrawn will surely spread throughout Peach Blossom Island, and there must be very few people who dare to be friends with me..."

'Go back and keep farming! '

Fang Xi returned to Emerald Cliff, first checked the growth of the red blood seedlings, and then began to measure the geography inch by inch, in preparation for the future arrangement of the 'Little Cloud and Rain Array'.

This is also a process of practicing formation.

……

As the sun sets, the golden light fills the sky.

Fang Xi took a compass and walked near her courtyard: "The formation has the gate of life, the gate of death, and the formation eye...the formation eye must be placed in your own home. With the aura of the spiritual veins here, keep the small cloud and rain formation open." The minimum consumption should not be a big problem, and the 'gathering spirit' effect can be activated at that time... If the scope is only limited to the training room, it should not be a big problem to raise the spiritual energy in the training room to the first-level low-grade..."

After entering the measured data into the jade slips one by one, Fang Xi immediately decided to start working on this matter after the autumn harvest.

He was about to go to the lake to catch a fish for dinner, when he suddenly raised his head as if feeling something.

In the midst of the sunset, a flower basket swayed down, and there was a silver bell ringing!
"Meet the island owner!"

Seeing Ruan Xingling coming, Fang Xi hurriedly bowed.

"I heard about what happened today..."

Ruan Xingling's face was calm: "I have taken back the Qinghe Sword, I can recast it for you..."

Although her way of governance is to check and balance internally and externally, she also needs to reconcile contradictions and win people's hearts on a daily basis.

"Thank you, Island Master, but I only want to turn swords into plows in this life, and I don't want to fight anymore..."

Fang Xi cupped her hands and said sincerely: "If the island owner is willing to help me, there is really something I want to trouble the island owner."

"Say!"

Ruan Xingling suddenly became interested.

"I'm missing a moving magic weapon, and I just got these materials, so please ask the island owner to help!"

Fang Xi patted the storage bag, and a pair of huge demon bird wing skeletons and a lot of feathers emerged.

"This is... the wing bones and feathers of a first-order high-grade monster bird?" Ruan Xingling checked it, her eyes brightened: "Leave it to me?"

"Exactly!"

Of course, Fang Xi would not hand over the more precious snake dragon material to Ruan Xingling right now. After all, the other party is only a first-tier middle-grade craftsman, so what if the refinement fails?
Let's try the water with this monster bird first, anyway, he has been wanting to replace the black cloud pocket for a long time.

"Is this also the opportunity you got from Qingzhushanfang City?"

Ruan Xingling collected the materials and was thoughtful.

"Island owner?"

Fang Xi raised her head suddenly, but saw Ruan Xingling said with a blank expression: "Since you are my guest, I naturally have to investigate. The people sent to Qingzhushanfang City have returned. Your appearance, background, and origin are quite innocent. , when he disappeared two years ago, his cultivation has greatly improved, and he probably gained a lot of benefits from the destruction of Qingzhushanfang City, right?"

'This woman actually thinks I'm going to rob Fangshi?Am I that kind of person? '

Fang Xi rolled her eyes in her heart, but a wry smile appeared on her face, as if you knew the island owner was fine.

"We have shared weal and woe. Although we cannot be honest with each other, Xingling can also make a promise to fellow Taoist—you will not let me down, and I will never let you down!"

Ruan Xingling drove the flower basket into the air, and the last words fell into Fang Xi's ears: "To be honest...I've already been a first-tier high-grade craftsman!"

(End of this chapter)