Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 695 Ning Bends Not Bends
For Xiang Fei, he still disdains and argues. Fang Yan doesn't want to pay attention to these monks who are obviously followers. I have a lot of things to do when I return to the sect this time. I don't have the leisure to entangle with them. Hearing such words, Fang Yan is even more displeased. : "Daoist Xiang Fei, please get out of the way if you have nothing to do."

"A tuberculosis guy, he's so crazy, you can call Brother Xiang Fei's name directly, it should teach you a lesson." The only female monk snarled, her palm moved slightly, and an invisible force moved towards the dialect past.

The dialect that didn't want to get entangled didn't expect a disagreement, and this female distracted monk actually made a move. Although the movement was not big, it was powerful. An invisible force pressed on her body to prevent her from moving. With a huge force, it was clearly intended to make him kneel down. Even if such a movement was accomplished, it would not be regarded as breaking the sect's rules, but it was a good plan.

It might be just a lesson or even a joke to others, but Fang Yan feels differently in his heart. He has known something from his father since he was a child. A man can bow his head and not bend down when he is alive. Except for his parents, everything does not kneel. In the heart of the dialect, it becomes the criterion of the dialect.

Later, when he grew up, Dialect knew that his understanding might be somewhat different, or maybe it was just because his father left early and hadn't taught himself to be harmonious with the world, but this deep-rooted habit has never changed, even when he was a clerk , Dialect has never bowed down to anyone.

Now as a monk, even the heavens and the earth do not kneel, even the sky is against the sky, how can I kneel at the feet of others, if I really want to kneel down, the loss of dialect is not only face, but also a heart against the sky, maybe because of it I lost Dao Xin is not necessarily either.

Aware of the other party's rude and even sinister intentions, Fang Yan was angry in his heart, snorted coldly, and immediately activated the Fanjue body training technique, but his spirit had not yet recovered, and it still affected the performance of the kung fu technique after all, and the Fanjue body training technique At this moment, the technique is not considered a suitable skill. Although the defense is strong, it is difficult to resist the opponent's increasing strength, and it will be suppressed by the opponent after a while.

"You have to pay the price for what happened today." The dialect's cold voice came out, but there was an unyielding will in the calm tone.

"The price? Hmph, if you don't let you get down today, wouldn't it be a waste of Brother Xiang Fei's good intentions." Another person uttered disdainful words, and another huge force was exerted on Fang Yan.

The two distracted cultivators joined forces to suppress it, because the sect's rules did not dare to exert all their strength, and the power was still not something that the late Nascent Soul cultivators could resist. Dialect's tall and straight body was still standing upright, but his knees fell down inch by inch. But within a few breaths, beads of sweat even oozed out from his face, and before it dripped, it turned into mist and dissipated.

Hearing the monk's words, Fang Yan understood in his heart: "Unexpectedly, it was not a chance encounter. The other party planned to wait for me here. It's just that I just entered the sect. I think it was Xiang Fei who saw himself entering the alchemy hall outside. With this arrangement."

Thinking about it in his heart, Fang Yan looked at the three men and one woman with more calm and cold eyes, and finally fell on Taoist Xiang Fei.

Sensing the chill in the dialect's eyes, several people suddenly fought a cold war, realizing that all the distracted monks were startled by a Nascent Soul monk, and they were all ashamed, especially Taoist Xiang Fei, who was ashamed and angry He yelled in a low voice: "Today, he must be made to kneel down. As long as no one is killed, I will take the blame from the elders."

Ever since he saw Fang Yan and Xiyan befriending each other in the Pill Palace, Taoist Xiang Fei has always wanted to find trouble for Fang Yan. First, he passed the news of Fang Yan's purchase of Jiuzhuan Shuhun Pill to Da Xilu, but he didn't expect Da Xilu to end up with it. None of the senior brothers took the pill back from Fang Yan's hands.

At that time, Taoist Xiang Fei guessed who the dialect was relying on. He just inquired and inquired, but did not find out any news. This Nascent Soul monk who joined the sect halfway, except for the little care of the sword star Taoist, and Apart from being able to enter the depths of the alchemy hall, which should only be entered by distracted monks, there is nothing more to attract attention. However, Xiyan is closely related to the dialect, but it is very clear for him to inquire about it. People have the intention of dual cultivation, and Xiang Fei has already regarded dialect as his biggest enemy.

It’s just that the dialect has been in seclusion for decades, and the occasional exit is always in a hurry, so Taoist Xiang Fei, who is bent on finding trouble with the dialect, did not get any good opportunities. He just came back today and saw the dialect entering the alchemy hall alone Xiang Fei knew that Xiyan was on duty in Moyuanling at the moment, so how could he let go of such an opportunity? Even if he called a few juniors, he wanted to teach the dialect a lesson, but unexpectedly, the strength of the dialect was a bit unexpected. Under the pressure of the distracted cultivators, none of them knelt on the ground, and one of them made a slip of the tongue, and then another order came out.

As Xiang Fei's words fell, two more forces were added to Fang Yan. Seeing that Fang Yan was about to fall to his knees, a loud voice came: "Xiang Fei, what are you guys doing? You are actually stirring up trouble in the alchemy hall." ?”

As the voice came to mind, not only did the several forces not stop, but they suddenly increased a lot. In an instant, Fang Yan's knees were only an inch away from the ground, and Fang Yan, who was about to kneel down, suddenly jerked up, almost There was a sound of broken bones, and dialect stood upright again, but his two calf bones were drooping from the knees, wobbling and wobbling. In the confrontation with the four distracted monks, dialect did not He just didn't kneel down, and broke his knee at the last moment, but he finally did it.

Hanging with two broken legs, Fang Yan urged his body to fly off the ground, and cupped his hands at Taoist Meng Ming who came up behind him: "Senior Brother Meng Ming, thank you for today." Then Fang Yan turned to Xiang Fei and the others also cupped their hands and said: " Brothers, today’s events have also been written down in dialect, so let’s take our leave.”

"Wait a minute, Junior Brother Fang Yan, what you just said has come to fruition, you can go in." Taoist Meng Ming shouted immediately when he heard Fang Yan's words.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Meng Ming. Please, Senior Brother, please give me another message. I am in some inconvenience today, so I cannot visit Senior. I will come back in Dialect in a few days." Legs are still dangling.

Daoist Meng Ming was by his side, but Daoist Xiang Fei didn't dare to make any small moves. They watched Fang Yan fly past them and left the alchemy room.

"Xiang Fei, you are so brave, you dare to commit murder here, aren't you afraid of the punishment of the law enforcement hall?" After Fang Yan's figure disappeared, Taoist Meng Ming sternly shouted at Xiang Fei.

Thinking of the cold eyes when the dialect had just left, Taoist Xiang Fei was still a little startled, but he didn't have much respect for Meng Ming, the successor of the alchemy palace. .1, there are few people who can convince Daoist Xiang Fei. Hearing Taoist Meng Ming's almost reprimanded words, Dang even retorted: "Senior brother Meng Ming, there is no need to do this, it is just a lesson to a Nascent Soul junior. What's more, we didn't use any exercises, even if we went to a group of core masters, it wouldn't be a big mistake, it wouldn't be enough to go to the Law Enforcement Hall."

Taoist Meng Ming, who is not low in cultivation, but specializes in alchemy, knows that with his strength, he cannot suppress Xiang Fei and others with lower cultivation bases. Hearing Xiang Fei's words, Taoist Meng Ming doesn't want to say more What, just said coldly: "Okay, Xiang Fei, this is what you said, if you have nothing to do, just do it yourself."

Sensing that Taoist Meng Ming was enthusiastic about the dialect just now, but now he looks at him coldly, Taoist Xiang Fei is a little embarrassed, and Taoist Meng Ming clearly values ​​the dialect more than himself, so he immediately snorted and stopped. speech.

A monk next to Daoist Xiang Fei came out to smooth things over: "Brother Meng Ming, he is just a descendant of Yuanying. As long as he doesn't break through for a day, he is just a descendant with potential. Cultivator Infant doesn’t have unlimited potential, there are only a few who can truly break through distraction like us, and even Uncle Jianxing won’t do anything for a junior.”

Hearing the monk's words, Taoist Meng Ming didn't speak, but just hummed again.

The female monk felt something was wrong. Daoist Meng Ming did not hesitate to offend his four distracted monks because he was a descendant of the Nascent Soul. Which brother is it?"

"Which brother? It's my master, Taoist Mu Qing, please take care of yourself." Meng Ming left a word and drifted away.

Hearing Taoist Meng Ming's words, the three men and one woman looked at each other with a little nervousness in their eyes. A little care is far from taking the initiative to summon, especially Taoist Mu Qing, who rarely shows up, actually summoned a junior Nascent Soul. How is this possible?

"Brother Xiang Fei? Who the hell is he?"

(End of this chapter)