Full level ruthless person.

Chapter 497 Marriage
Fang Zhixing saw the whole scene.

There are thousands of coincidences in the world.

He really didn't expect that the leader of the Wind God Tribe happened to be taking a hot spring bath here.

Weird!

Is it possible that a tribe leader doesn't have a cave of his own?
Why do you go outside to take a bath?

Could it be that the hot springs here are really famous?
"Well, you want to catch me? Interesting!"

Fang Zhixing remained calm and laughed in his heart.

At this time, a middle-aged man in another pool put on his clothes, came over, and shouted in a drunken voice: "Sister, why did you arrest that man? Do you have a grudge against him?"

The young fairy replied, "You don't practice the Ancient Art, so you naturally don't understand how powerful the Tianhuang tribe is. One Tianzhong commands thousands of bells. When the Fuyao Bell of my Fengshen tribe meets the Qianqiu Bell, it can only bow down and surrender."

The middle-aged uncle scratched his beard, his face full of dissatisfaction, and shouted: "It's just a celestial bell. If it was really that powerful, wouldn't he have unified the universe and become a great emperor long ago?"

The young fairy laughed and said, "You really guessed it. There are rumors that the founder of our Huangzhong Sect is a great emperor."

"Forget it, it's just unofficial history."

The middle-aged uncle disagreed and said with a breath of alcohol: "There are countless immortals in the entire Muchen Immortal Realm, but no emperor has ever been born."

The young fairy was speechless and said seriously: "Read more history books when you have time to learn about the origin of Muchen Fairyland. I believe you will make surprising discoveries."

When the middle-aged uncle heard the word "study", his face suddenly fell, and he quickly changed the subject, shouting: "Oh, by the way, is your marriage confirmed? The Shanling tribe, the Zeshen tribe, and the Lei Ting tribe have all proposed marriage to you, which one do you plan to marry?"

The young beauty's expression suddenly turned cold.

The middle-aged uncle was horrified and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Sister, I have something else to do. I'm leaving first. You don't have to see me off."

He ran away in shame with the two beauties.

Seeing this, the young fairy sighed helplessly, stepped on the flowing wind, and turned away.

After about a cup of tea...

Fang Zhixing finished his bath, walked out of the pool and put on his clothes.

Just at this moment, three figures flashed in, bringing with them strong wind and dust.

Fang Zhixing turned his head to take a look, and saw that the people coming were the beautiful leader, the stern young man, and the burly man in gray.

The three of them looked at Fang Zhixing with inexplicable expressions on their faces.

The atmosphere is a bit awkward now.

The moment before, they were still discussing how to capture someone, but they never expected that the person had been right under their noses.

The beautiful leader held a small white bell in her hand, surrounded by the breeze, pure and flawless.

She stared straight at Fang Zhixing and suddenly snapped her fingers.

When~
A bell rings, and the wind blows up the green duckweed!

A soft breeze blew, bringing up peach blossoms all over the ground, colorful like rain, sprinkling towards Fang Zhixing.

In an instant, an echo erupted from Fang Zhixing's body. The subtle sound was like a huge bell, resonating between heaven and earth, and it was beyond words.

The peach blossoms flying in the sky fell to the ground in response, just like a minister meeting the emperor, bowing his head and not daring to do anything rash.

"Qianqiu Bell!!"

The beautiful leader narrowed her eyes slightly, and her fair face tensed as if facing a great enemy.

The burly man in gray robe had a stern expression, his right hand hidden in the wide cuffs, holding a small white bell, ready for battle.

The stern young man raised his sword, with his thumb on the hilt, accumulating sword power. His fighting spirit was like fire, continuously surging, just like a balloon inflating rapidly.

Fang Zhixing remained calm and said, "You three are so hostile. Isn't that impolite?"

The beautiful tribe leader took a step forward and said, "You are from the Tianhuang tribe. Why did you sneak into the territory of the Fengshen tribe?"

Fang Zhixing shook his head and said, "I am not from the Tianhuang tribe. On the contrary, I should be the enemy of the Tianhuang tribe."

The beautiful department leader was stunned.

Fang Zhixing explained with a smile: "To put it simply, the people from the Tianhuang tribe provoked me, and I killed them. Then I got their Tianzi Scroll and accidentally condensed it into the Qianqiu Bell. That's all."

Accidentally?!

The beautiful department leader's breathing stagnated, her cherry lips slightly opened, and she was extremely shocked.

"Nonsense!"

The stern young man snorted and said decisively: "Is the Tianzi Scroll so easy to master? You must be a successor secretly trained by the Tianhuang tribe."

Fang Zhixing said indifferently: "So what if it is, so what if it is not? Since you don't believe me, why bother asking me?"

The stern young man said angrily: "Show some respect, this is not a place where you can act wild as you please."

Fang Zhixing raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at the stern young man and said, "You are a robber immortal, right? I heard that robber immortals have a low status in Wangwu Star Ring and most of them are slaves. What qualifications do you, a slave, have to challenge me?"

"you wanna die!"

The stern young man rushed out, drew his sword, and launched a fierce killing move.

"Sword Wind!"

A huge wind blade suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, shaped like a long sword.

This move was so powerful that it condensed the storm of fate into a sword blade, carrying with it an immense sharp force that was unstoppable.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing smiled contemptuously and said, "Jie Feng, I also know a little bit."

He took out a paper fan and fanned himself gracefully.

Seeing this scene, the beautiful lady's eyes widened and she said urgently: "Show mercy!"

Call ~
A white tornado surged out and instantly swallowed up the sword wind, like a big fish eating a small shrimp, sweeping away everything in its path, extremely brutal.

Kaka~
The long sword handed over by the stern young man broke and shattered, and the fragments scattered everywhere.

Unfortunately, several fragments flew back and pierced his own chest.

Fuchichi~
The stern young man flew backwards like a broken sack and fell into the fountain pool. His blood quickly dyed the water red.

"Wow~"

The next moment, the stern young man got up, his face pale, blood gushing out of his mouth, and there were bloody holes on his chest, with blood gushing out.

At this moment, the arrogance on his face was gone, and there was only lingering fear after surviving a disaster.

The beautiful lady leader secretly breathed a sigh of relief, bowed and said, "Thank you for sparing his life, my friend. He was just eager to protect his master and had no ill intentions. May I ask your name?"

"I'm Zhixing down there, from the white light star ring." Fang Zhixing replied after a brief pause.

The beautiful lady leader said: "I am the leader of the Wind God Tribe, the lord of Liufeng City, the eldest daughter of the Hua family, Hua Manshuang."

Fang Zhixing nodded and said seriously, "For me, the Ancient Art is just a supplementary cultivation method. I am not interested in getting involved in the grievances within your Huangzhong Sect. I hope you will not force me again and again."

Hua Man Shuang said, "Brother Fang, you misunderstood. The reason I ordered you to be found was not because I had no intention of harming you, but because I wanted to ask for your help."

Fang Zhixing raised his eyebrows and said, "We don't know each other, so why would you ask for anything? What you really want is the Qianqiu Bell, right?" Hua Manyhuang nodded and said, "Yes, I need the help of the Qianqiu Bell."

Fang Zhixing's mind was slightly moved, and he said thoughtfully: "Please speak clearly."

Hua Manshuang explained carefully: "I, the disciple of Huangzhong Sect, practice the Ancient Art and choose to condense one of the eight immortal bells of heaven, earth, wind, thunder, mountain, lake, water, and fire. By striking the immortal bell, I can resonate with the Ancient Bell and gain merit.

Logically speaking, no matter which of the eight immortal bells you choose, you have the hope of reaching the pinnacle of your practice, but the actual situation is not the case.

When we become Golden Immortals, we often encounter a bottleneck that is difficult to overcome. No matter how we strike the Immortal Bell, we are unable to resonate with the Ancient Bell and gain merit, so our cultivation naturally stagnates. "

Fang Zhixing frowned slightly. He had already upgraded the Tian Zi Scroll to the ninth level of perfection and had never encountered this kind of problem.

Furthermore, there is no mention of any similar situation in the Tianzi volume.

Seeing this, Hua Man Shuang said, "Except for the Tianhuang Division, people from the other seven divisions will encounter the situation I described. Perhaps it is because the Tianzi Scroll can control time and space, you are not restricted by anything and can always resonate with the Ancient Bell."

Fang Zhixing understood and asked, "So, what's the solution?"

Hua Man Shuang replied: "The solution is actually very simple. Although the Golden Immortals of our seven divisions cannot resonate with the Ancient Bell, we can resonate with the Thousand Years Bell.

Therefore, we usually choose a person from the Tianhuang tribe as the main one, surround him or her, and practice with him or her.

Of course, it is impossible for the people from the Tianhuang tribe to accompany us all the time.

Therefore, many people prefer to marry each other and become Taoist couples, which can perfectly solve this problem.

This is actually the fundamental reason why the Tianhuang Bell can always suppress the other seven divisions. Without you, we really can't move forward."

Fang Zhixing grinned and marveled.

Hua Man Shuang added: "For a long time, the Tianhuang tribe has been superior to the other seven tribes, not only dominating us, but also humiliating and oppressing us at will, and the resentment is deepening.

Finally one day, the seven tribes could no longer tolerate the tyranny of the Tianhuang tribe and joined forces to overthrow the tyranny of the Tianhuang tribe.

But since the Tianhuang tribe was subsumed, the Qianqiu Bell no longer exists, and the other seven tribes have fallen into endless turmoil.

In order to solve bottleneck problems, we now often try to merge departments.

When two different immortal bells are put together, there is a certain chance that they will resonate with the ancient bell again, but the effect has not been ideal. "

Fang Zhixing was somewhat speechless, and responded: "If that's the case, why don't you practice the Tian Zi Scroll?"

Hua Man Shuang smiled bitterly and said: "The Tian Zi Scroll is not only profound and unfathomable, but also requires extremely high qualifications for cultivation. In addition, it is also affected by some other unknown factors. In short, not everyone is qualified to practice.

For example, I tried it, but it didn’t work, and I still don’t know why I couldn’t do it.”

Fang Zhixing understood and said with a smile in his heart: "So, you came to me to marry me?"

Hua Man Shuang's expression became serious, and she said seriously: "I am an early eighth-grade golden immortal. You are not qualified to marry me now."

Fang Zhixing said with his hands behind his back: "Then how do you want me to help you?"

Hua Man Shuang Lian said: "You will practice with me, and I will provide all the resources you need. In addition, you are a ninth-grade golden immortal. When you are promoted to the eighth grade, you will definitely need to survive the tribulation. I will provide you with three eighth-grade immortal treasures to protect your body and help you survive the tribulation safely. How about that?"

Fang Zhixing said playfully: "It sounds like you want to support me."

Hua Man Shuang blushed and said angrily, "I don't mind catching you now and turning you into an obedient slave."

Fang Zhixing smiled and said, "I dare to stay here, so I naturally have ways to protect myself. You might as well try it."

Hua Man Shuang said: "Forcing you to submit will not help me much in my practice, so I choose to respect your wishes. You can ask for any conditions you want, and I will try my best to meet them.

If my conditions do not impress you, you are free to leave without any difficulty."

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but think about it seriously, then nodded slowly and said, "The conditions you offer are not bad. I can help you practice, but there are two conditions you must agree to."

Hua Man Shuang was overjoyed and said excitedly, "Please speak frankly."

Fang Zhixing replied: "First, I want the full text of the Wind Scroll; second, when I want to leave, you can choose to let go or go with me, until I don't want to take you with me anymore."

Hua Manshuang hesitated for a moment, then quickly made a decision: "Deal!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she patted her storage bag, took out a white scroll and handed it over.

On the outer layer of the white scroll, there is a big word "Wind" written on it.

It’s the Wind Scroll!
"Okay, that's cool enough!"

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, took it in his hand and spread it out without any hesitation.

In an instant, the totem on the scroll came into view.

It was a giant white jade bell named Fuyao!
There are lines of text next to it:

"The wind will carry your voice farther!"

"A headwind can make it difficult for anyone to move forward!"

“When the wind and the sun are in harmony, the weather will be fine!”

"When the wind and the moon are in harmony, the sky will be bright and clear!"

"When wind and sword come together, they become wind sword and frost sword!"

“When people and the wind are in harmony, they can ride the wind and waves!”

"The Wind Volume" elaborates on the mystery of wind, which is enlightening and thought-provoking.

The system panel then flashed with brilliance.

[Ancient Secret Wind Scroll·Eighth-Rank Golden Immortal Max Level Conditions:
1. Collect at least 5 ninth-grade Fuyao bells (unfinished)

2. Strike the Qianqiu Bell at least 1000 times (unfinished)]

Fang Zhixing glanced over and thought to himself, as expected.

"As long as I master the Wind Scroll, I can be promoted to the eighth-grade Golden Immortal."

"Once promoted to the eighth rank, the maximum level requirement for the Pure Fire Blood Lotus should be much lower."

Thinking of this, Fang Zhixing couldn't help but smile.

He raised his head and saw the sun, and before he knew it, dusk had passed and night had risen.

Hua Man Shuang and the other two stood in the distance, not disturbing Fang Zhixing, and silently protected him.

"Well, Hua Manshuang has something to ask of me. I can trust this person for the time being."

There was a hint of caution in Fang Zhixing's eyes.

After all, Hua Manyhuang is of the eighth rank, one level higher than him. When she gets ruthless, she should not be underestimated.

Even if he could escape from Hua Manyang's hands with the help of his Free Blood Wings, it would be impossible for him to escape unscathed.

Fang Zhixing stood up, walked towards Hua Manyhuang, and said with a smile: "Master Hua, thank you for the divine power, it is very helpful to me."

Hua Manyang was shocked. Fang Zhixing had only been watching the exercises for two hours, but he had already understood them?

"This person must be extraordinary to be able to condense the Qianqiu Bell."

Hua Man Shuang thought to herself, smiled and nodded, saying: "Fang Daoist, you don't have to be polite. Please come this way. I will take you to my inner city."

(End of this chapter)