Chapter 1051 Showdown

"You bald donkey, you dare to doubt it!"

Baizhang stepped forward a few steps, pointed at the host's nose and cursed.

"My master, I will not change my name or surname if I do it. Gouqushan Sword Immortal Fang Dou!"

The host smiled and shook his head, "Young Master, the most you eat the wrong thing is bad. If you worship the wrong person, you will have to hurt your whole family!"

He looked at Fang Dou, "It's not that he doesn't believe you. Fang Dou was killed by a real person outside the capital decades ago!"

"This matter is seen in the world."

"You said you were Fang Dou, but what is the conclusive evidence?"

The host smiled and said nothing. Anyway, he had never seen Fang Dou, and even if the other party spoke, he would never believe it.

Fang Dou looked at him and guessed what the other party was thinking.

"This host, I think you are old and not very well-cultivated. I guess you have not lived long enough. Should you choose a successor now?"

Fang Dou's tone was gentle, and he asked the host like an old guy basking in the sun and chatting about it.

"What do you ask about this?"

The host showed his vigilance and refused to answer.

"Of course, it's a bit dangerous for me to prove my identity. The host should prepare early. If there is anything wrong, there will be no successor."

The host understood that the other party was threatening him.

“No need.”

The host stopped speaking, just looked at Fang Dou.

Fang Dou nodded, "Well, I'll show you a little trick."

He turned around and asked Baizhang, "Which direction is the temple?"

It’s unknown, but I still point in the direction, “It’s right there.”

Fang Dou stretched out his index finger and gently tweaked the air in the void, as if playing the invisible strings.

Buzz!

Unexpectedly, he was touching something, and a low voice sounded.

Next, everyone saw a white light pouring out from Fang Dou's fingertips.

The white light jumped into the air like an elf, and flew towards the temple with a whizz.

"not good!"

The host quickly called a monk next to him, "Go back and see what the hell is it?"

As soon as the monk walked out of the house, he had not yet walked a few steps, and the sound of the earth shaking and the house collapsed.

The pedestrians on the road were in a panic and blocked the way, making it impossible for him to escape.

After a while, the crowd dispersed, and the monk took another step, but saw a figure on the opposite side and rushed over with tears.

"Host, the trouble has come, the trouble has come."

The young monk who ran towards him was the one who was a disciple of the temple. He was famous for his flexible steps and good at running far.

"Hurry, take me to the host, something is not good!"

The little monk sobbed and was taken to the presidency, his face covered in dust.

"What happened?"

The host glanced at Fang Dou and asked the little monk.

"Host, just now, suddenly a thunder sounded in the sky, and all the senior brothers in the temple heard it!"

"It was nothing strange at first, but it was not good after a moment."

"I was sleeping on the ground, and suddenly I felt cold on my head. When I raised my head, I saw the grass, flowers and stone pillars around me, all of which were half shorter."

"Then the crying sounded, and some senior brothers who were lying on the high ground and adding fuel to the lamp fell to the ground and broke into seven or eight pieces, which was so miserable!"

"The senior brothers only realized that the entire temple was completely cut off half of it, and no one could escape!"

"It's like a sharp and huge blade pushing it over seven feet above the ground, and all obstacles are shattered!"

The little monk said here, and he was still worried, "In the temple, there were a few people above seven feet tall, all of whom were beheaded. Fortunately, there were not many people and the others were still alive!"

He could not believe it when he heard him describe the scene.

The temple covers an area of ​​ten acres. Unless the gods descend to earth, who has such ability to cut off the upper half of the temple and deduce it.

Baizhang looked at Fang Dou and showed admiration. His master's swordsmanship was much more diligent. He took a little action just now and it was like a natural disaster.

Poor this host, who tried every means to rob the temple, finally expanded to this point, but was defeated by Fang Dou.

"Plop!"

The host suddenly fell to Fang Dou and kowtowed desperately.

Fang Dou seemed to have expected it long ago and did not come forward to stop it.

"he……"

Seeing this, the old man wanted to say something, but was stopped by Baizhang, "Don't speak!"

After a while, the host raised his bloody forehead and said, "Fang Jianxian, what do you want?"

"To be honest, I like the young master of this family and want to accept him as my disciple!"

The abbot pointed a hundred feet.

"I see!"

The host finally understood that what happened today was all under Fang Dou's calculations, including the fact that he was greedy and could not be too much.

"I heard that some masters have to kill all the common people's relationships when they accept disciples. I believe that Fang Jianxian's move is the same!"

The host's thoughts at this moment are extremely clear and he has figured out many things.

"How can the disciple of the Sword Immortal believe in the Shumen at home?"

Fang Dou sighed, "You are a smart person, it's a pity..."

"Fang Jianxian, you have exposed your identity and are too many people to talk, and silence is the most irrational behavior!"

The host hurriedly spoke, "Even if you can kill me, can you still attack the young master's family?"

“It makes sense!”

Fang Dou nodded, raised his hand and blew a white light into the head of the director.

"Don't move around, this is a guarantee and will not harm your life for the time being!"

The host's forehead was covered with flesh and blood, and healed in a moment, leaving a sword scar wound.

"This is my sword intent, buried deep in your mind!"

"If you dare to reveal my whereabouts, the sword will explode on the spot, and your head will be like a ripe watermelon, bang!"

The host shuddered and endured his fear and promised, "I am absolutely tight-lipped!"

Fang Dou nodded with satisfaction and bounced his fingers. The next moment, the host felt his eyes dark, and there seemed to be countless steel needles in his mind, falling into pain.

None of the monks around dared to come forward, and they were so scared that they were no longer looking.

The old man and his wife were also frightened and frightened. When they saw Fang Dou's tricks, they would not naively think that he was a good person.

After a while, the host finally calmed down and fell to Fang Dou.

"Have you tasted it?"

The host nodded and looked at Fang Dou with great horror.

"Remember this feeling. Once you dare to betray, you will not die, but experience a hundred times more pain than this and die!"

Fang Dou then said, "I will take Baizhang out to practice. His parents will ask you to take care of you!"

The host was shocked, which was why he could live. He nodded repeatedly, "I will definitely live up to my responsibilities!"

"It's better not to blame, otherwise I will kill you!"

Fang Dou leaned into his ear and whispered, "Unless you can find a holy monk, you still have to work in the Mahayana realm to unlock the sword intent I planted."

"If you want to ask me to control it, you might as well give it a try!"

The host was so amused that he had that way, so why bother to trap in this small temple?

"Okay, Baizhang, everything has been arranged almost!"

Fang Dou signaled to the old man and his wife, "Talk more to them and explain clearly!"
Chapter completed!