In the extraordinary world, I can only travel to the world of women

Chapter 317 It turns out that I am already a boss!

Before the flying knife arrived, the sound came out first.

【call out-】

【clang! 】

【puff……】

In the blink of an eye, there were three sounds in succession.

The flying knife had fallen to the ground and was broken into two pieces.

In the crowd on the left, a person still kept the gesture of throwing a throwing knife, but he was covering his throat and couldn't make a sound.

As soon as the disciple who had just stood up to speak calmed down, his hair stood on end!

Life and death only happen in a moment!
I was so frightened that I even forgot what I was about to say.

The surrounding Fuyun Village disciples all pulled out their weapons and were hostile to each other. These fellow disciples, especially the group who had just thrown the flying knives, were in the crosshairs.

Everyone raised their weapons, but none of them pointed at Fang Xing.

The scene was tense.

It seems that as long as one of them is not handled well, a bloody brawl will break out!
"go on."

"What is your master going to do?"

In this chilling environment, Fang Xing continued to question the disciple who spoke like a normal person.

Because of what Fang Xing said, everyone's eyes turned to him again.

This brought the pressure to the disciple several times, and he was so frightened that he took a few steps back, unable to speak properly.

"My master—my master, what are you talking about?"

"Ah, yes, what is that? My master wants to invite you to have a cup of tea and chat in the town for a while!"

After saying this, the disciple quickly stepped aside and never dared to show his face again.

At this moment, someone else said:

"Mr. Fang, my master Zhou Feng has also come down the mountain and wants to talk to Mr. Fang!"

"Mr. Fang, my master Liu Song is the same!"

"Mr. Fang————"

Seven or eight people stood up one after another, loudly talking about inviting Fang Xing.

Fang Xing:?
Have I become a favorite?

Although I have read the letters written by these people, they are almost all polite words and there is no real word in them.

The reason for inviting him to the mountain was to invite him to the mountain to see the scenery, chat, discuss martial arts, and give guidance to his disciples.

Everyone pretends to be friends.

Now I am really going up the mountain.

Instead, they became less reserved.

Looking at the many Fuyun Village disciples who were at war with each other around him, Fang Xing smiled.

"Then you tell me, should I go up the mountain or not?"

this sentence.

All the disciples present were asked.

If Fang Xing doesn't come with their master, they are naturally afraid of Fang Xing going up the mountain.

But we haven't talked about it yet, and now we are naturally afraid that Fang Xing won't be able to go up the mountain.

But after all, these disciples have no right to make decisions.

All they could do was keep their mouths shut, and no one dared to speak more.

Fang Xing was really too lazy to say anything to these disciples and continued to ride his horse to get ready to leave the town.

Not even ten steps forward.

Suddenly I heard someone shouting:
"Brother Fang, wait!"

The person who came came galloping on horseback from the direction outside the town, and shouted loudly a few meters away from Fang Xing.

I saw a lot of people blocking the road.

He jumped directly on the horse's back, stepped on his feet, and somersaulted in the air to cross the crowd.

This leap used the power of the horse to fly more than ten meters, and he jumped in front of Fang Xing like a master with excellent light skills.

The person who came looked at the many disciples around him who were still holding swords, and his expression looked a little unhappy.

"Put the guy away, what does it look like!"

"Our brother is also a guest of Fuyun Village after all, so there is no need for someone to welcome him up the mountain!"

I heard him scolding me like this.

Only one-fifth of the surrounding disciples immediately put away their swords.

The remaining disciples were slow to accept it, and it seemed that they were not giving enough face.

Although this person's face looked a little ugly, he didn't have an attack.

He waited until everyone put away their swords before continuing to speak:
"Brother Fang, would you please dismount and talk?"

Fang Xing smiled.

Telling everyone to put away their swords is giving themselves face.

It's a pity that I don't want to give him face.

"Who are you and what level of realm are you?"

Hearing what Fang Xing said, the visitor quickly smiled and cupped his hands and said:

"I am Qin Yun, and I have already reached the fifth level!"

After saying that, he proudly puffed out his chest.

At such a young age, he has the strength of a fifth-grade man, and can barely be called a young talent.

In Yijiang Tower where Fang Xing first went, the strongest inner disciples were only at the sixth level.

In the same realm, each level is completely different.

Naturally, there is capital to be proud of.

"Fifth grade."

The smile on Fang Xing's face remained unchanged, but he used a little sonic skill when speaking.

"A fifth-grade person, neither a relative nor an acquaintance, and a stranger."

【You talk to me about brothers! 】

The last six words sounded like a bell, each word was like a sledgehammer hitting Qin Yun's chest!

Qin Yun took a dozen steps back, spat out a large mouthful of blood, and sat down on the ground.

The surrounding disciples all stepped back in unison, fearing that they would be covered in blood if they left too late!

Only some disciples wanted to step forward to save him, but they took a few steps and then stepped back.

Fang Xing had never met Qin Yun, but he didn't like him at all.

Not to mention how well-intentioned he was in writing the letter, these words he said just after he came out made Fang Xing very unhappy.

Just talk to yourself about anything, brothers!

Saying a few words of brotherhood in front of so many people is like being so familiar with oneself.

He clearly thought that he wouldn't hit him in the face when they first met.

After all, they say, never hit someone with a smiling face.

This is how people with funny faces deceive people!

Ignoring Qin Yun, who was half lying on the ground vomiting blood, Fang Xing continued to move forward on his horse.

Wait until Fang Xing has gone far.

Only then did a group of people rush to see how Qin Yun was injured.

It was much quieter on the way up the mountain.

Walking from the town to the entrance of the village, I didn't encounter anyone blocking my way.

It was as if the masters who Fuyun disciples had just said had gone down the mountain had all disappeared en masse.

Fang Xing didn't want to have anything. He came to Fuyun Village and just wanted to look for clues.

The carriage swayed to the entrance of the village.

Just got off the horse and landed.

A group of people cheered out at the entrance of the village, holding the banner of Fuyun Village and lined up on both sides to greet them.

Immediately afterwards, the village gate opened wide, and more than a dozen elders came out, followed by nearly a hundred disciples.

"Everyone in Fuyun Village welcomes Mr. Fang!"

More than a dozen middle-aged and elderly elders saluted collectively with their fists clasped.

Fang Xing took one look and guessed why everyone in Fuyun Village was interested in him.

This group of so-called elders.

There is not even a third-grade one!
All of them are grade four!
Therefore, whoever wins over him among these elders will basically make the entire village invincible!
According to common sense, the fourth rank is indeed the end point of countless martial arts people's lives.

But why is there a second-grade grandmaster in Fuyun Village?
It's still fine if it's directly broken!

Looking at this group of fourth-grade 'masters', Fang Xing also clasped his fists and saluted in return.

Although he is young, he is already at the third level and may become a grandmaster in the future.

Even if these old men don't have the foresight, they would not dare to rely on their age and status to rely on them.

This is why they all call Mr. Fang Xingxing.

If they are of the same age, they are more likely to call them Young Master or Young Master.

but.

When he reaches the second level, everyone will call Fang Xing Fang Grandmaster.

Before many elders in Fuyun Village could speak, Fang Xing said directly:
"You come to me, what do you do for me?"

This sentence was embarrassing for the elders to ask. What's the point?

Is it clear that we want to use your name to become the boss, spend some money to send you away, and then take the blame for you?

Now that Fang Xing is asking this question, he really needs an answer.

The dozen or so elders looked at each other, and finally looked at a few of them.

He hesitated for a long time.

The oldest one stood up under everyone's gaze.

"Mr. Fang."

"We invited you here because we want to treat you...to tea!"

"There are clouds and mist here all year round in Fuyun Village, and there are acres of tea trees in the mountains. Especially the Fuyun Golden Thread Tea picked from a few old trees. After being brewed with dew, it leaves a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth. It is a treasure among teas!"

Listen to him.

Fang Xing also smiled and nodded:

"It's late autumn now."

"Are you still particular about drinking tea at this time?"

It is always during the Qingming Festival to invite people to drink tea. The newly produced tea leaves are the best and what you taste is fresh.

How can anyone invite people to the mountains to taste tea in late autumn?
"Mr. Fang doesn't know something."

The old man took a step forward and pointed to the surrounding woods:
"Although the tea leaves are not fresh enough, the autumn dew is good!"

"The dew now has a refreshing air, and the misty clouds in Fuyun Village add a bit of a dust-free charm."

"It's just right to drink it now!"

Fang Xing took a few steps forward and walked beside the old man.

"Then I really want to taste this tea."

The old man stepped aside to get out of the way:
"Mr. Fang, please!"

"please!"

A group of elders cheered and followed.

He led Fang Xing to the lobby of Fuyun Village.

It's said to be the lobby, but the decoration here looks like a bandit's den.

There is a big tiger-skin chair at the top, many numbered seats below, swords, guns, swords and halberds hanging on the wall, and a large bowl of coarse porcelain on the table.

This really doesn't look like a serious sect layout.

Not even an arty calligraphy or painting or exquisite porcelain!

After sitting down, the old man realized that there was no tea set for drinking tea, only a big teapot was placed there.

Quickly ask the disciples to change it.

After changing, tea was made, and Fang Xing was poured the first cup.

Fang Xing:…………

It’s hard for this old man.

He really doesn't understand that the first cup of tea has to be thrown away.

In this way, you can still say that the tea leaves are dewy in public.

Thank you for your trouble!

Watching the old man pick up the tea cup and drink it all in one gulp, Fang Xing didn't want to say anything.

I knew in my heart that this was originally a bandit's den. The old man must have been a rude man back then and he didn't know the rules of drinking tea.

What's more, this is something that doesn't matter in the first place.

Fang Xing picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

"okay."

"The tea has been drunk, and there are no outsiders."

"Everyone, tell me, I'm here, what's going on."

Even if Fang Xing didn't say it clearly, the people present knew it.

It means 'You asked me to come, now I am here, what are you going to do?'

What else can be done!
If Fang Xing comes, he will rest first, then everyone present will try their best to see who Fang Xing will stand with, and finally all the elders will choose one, two, three, and four.

Who has ever thought of playing cards without following the routine?

If you ask this directly, who can say anything? ?

Everyone here has sent letters to Fang Xing, and almost all of them learned from Qin Yun.

But Qin Yun is still lying down in the town below, and he has no idea whether he can get up or not, so who should they learn from now?

You can't just win over Fang Xing in public, right?
If you do this, can you still get out of this house?
Everyone present was silent.

The old man didn't speak either.

Fang Xing put down the tea cup and continued:

"Now, I am drinking tea here and you are all in trouble."

"If I don't leave, you will all die."

The heads of the elders lifted.

This is true.

If Fang Xing doesn't leave, then Fuyun Village will be Fang Xing's!

Everyone had their hearts in their throats, waiting to see what Fang Xing would say next.

"The best way is for me to leave, and whatever you argue about is your business."

The elders nodded in unison.

Correct!
That idiot had to invite Fang Xing!

Why don’t we fight among ourselves?

"However, if you invite me to come up, I can't leave in vain."

The elders nodded again.

Correct!
According to the rules, as long as you are invited, you cannot leave with nothing.

What's more, after hearing this, Fang Xing has no interest in Fuyun Village at all, which is a good thing now.

The old man raised his hands and scratched his face.

"So, what do you want, or should we prepare it?"

Look at the nervous look of everyone present.

Fang Xing stood up and said:

"Money, I don't need it."

All the elders breathed a sigh of relief.

"But I want to go to the second-grade grandmaster's room and practice room!"

The elders raised their heads again!
After the village owner disappeared.

Hardly anyone stepped foot into his room!
Almost every elder has his cronies watching at the door, and no one can go in first!

Everyone has a tacit understanding of treating those rooms as prizes for winning the village master.

After all, as long as I can get some good things from the master, there is hope for the third rank!

What's more, if there is a complete master inheritance.

That’s even more rare to see!
This is why the elders want to elect the leader of the village immediately, and even do not hesitate to seek help from outsiders.

If the news completely spreads out, these fourth-level people will not be able to maintain the inheritance of the Grandmaster!
Only by first selecting the leader of the village and then adding a few more third-grade masters can there be any hope of preserving the inheritance.

Unfortunately.

Now facing Fang Xing, they only have two choices.

First, the village was occupied by Fang Xing, and the inheritance of the master had nothing to do with them.

Second, let Fang Xing look for it. He may or may not find the inheritance, but the village will still be there.

The old man looked at the other elders who were struggling, stood up and stamped his feet:

"I am the Great Elder!"

"I agree with you to go see it!"

"But if there is a secret book, can you leave a copy for us to copy?"

Fang Xing nodded readily:

"can!"

"Okay, I'll lead the way!"

The old man took the lead and walked in front. Many other elders looked struggling, and finally followed Fang Xing one by one.

Fuyun Village is built on the mountain.

The old man led Fang Xing up another one or two hundred meters and came to a courtyard.

All the elders called away their confidants.

Then stand at the door.

Watch Fang Xing go in.

Looking at the unwillingness of the elders. Fang Xing suddenly felt a bit like an intruder before his husband!
But...it feels good!
Just when Fang Xing stepped into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, a cold light suddenly appeared!
Pang Ran's inner strength rolled towards him with his sword, and the tip of the sword passed by like a meteor at night.

The ethereal aura of the movement is concealed, allowing many disciples to never notice it. Even Fang Xing only senses it when he is close.

His swordsmanship is so fierce that it seems as if a glint of sword light has appeared on the sword's edge.

Fang Xing judged it immediately.

This one is also a third-grade master!
(End of this chapter)