In the sky, dark clouds came from the southeast to the northwest, gathering extremely quickly.
Everyone in the Xuandu Sect secretly complained. Although there were woods here, they were all coniferous forests. If it started to rain, there would be no shelter.
No matter what you were afraid of, as dark clouds gathered in large numbers, lightning flashed and thunder soon followed, and then heavy rain poured down, and the whole world became dark.
Everyone held up their auras to block the heavy rain. But they couldn't hold on for long, especially the young disciples, who had already exhausted all their auras in their running.
Wu Jing stood up and said: "Keep on holding on, I think the heavy rain is here, and there might not be any more in front."
Just as he was talking, there was a sudden thunder above the head. The huge sound startled everyone and they hurriedly left under the tree to avoid being hit by lightning.
The thunder and lightning in the sky gathered more and more densely, and everyone looked at the sky in fear, fearing that someone unlucky enough would be struck by lightning.
Wu Jing was about to speak when suddenly a deep dragon roar came from the clouds in the sky, followed by a three-foot-long Yinglong with colorful wings carrying thousands of thunders from the sky and landing directly on a mountain in front of everyone.
On the hill.
On the hilltop, lightning flashed everywhere, dazzling everyone.
When they could see the front clearly again, where Yinglong was, a tall figure wearing a silver Confucian shirt stood there, looking at them coldly.
It is Fang Xiong who has gone and returned!
Seeing Fang Xiong in front of him with lightning still flowing on his body, everyone's hearts gradually sank to the bottom.
By this time, the thunder and lightning in the sky had gradually faded away, but the downpour still showed no signs of stopping.
When the rain from the sky fell around Fang Xiong, it slid to both sides one after another. Fang Xiong's body didn't even get wet at all.
Seeing Fang Xiong walking towards them step by step on the hillock, everyone in the Xuandu sect tensed up, and several young disciples even drew out their weapons.
Wu Jing quickly stopped their actions, stepped forward to meet Fang Xiong, cupped his hands and said: "Fellow Taoist, we have offended you because of our ignorance. Please be kind and generous and forgive us for our outrageous crime. I, the Xuandu sect, will definitely carry the burden."
I will come to the door to apologize."
When Fang Xiong heard this, he did not stop. Between his palms, the rainwater pouring down condensed into a stick that was two feet long and walked straight towards them.
When Wu Jing saw this, he knew he couldn't do anything good, and loudly ordered the disciples behind him to retreat, while he drew out a pair of Ziwu double hooks from his back, silently circulated the spiritual energy in his body, and stayed where he was, waiting for Fang Xiong's arrival.
Fang Xiong's pace slowly quickened, and when he was about twenty steps away from Wu Jing, he jumped up and slashed Huashan with a simple and rough force from the water stick in his hand, smashing it down hard.
Thousands of raindrops followed the long stick, forming a torrent that directly hit Wu Jing, who was fully on guard.
Wu Jing's Ziwu double ditch turned red, and from above the double ditch, a stream of dark green breath quickly filled the area of three feet in radius, and an unspeakable sweet fragrance filled the surrounding area.
Fang Xiong broke directly into the dark green smoke and was not affected in any way.
Wu Jing performed three or four kinds of spells in a short period of time, but Fang Xiong ignored them. The water stick in his hand did not stop until Wu Jing hit it, using his strength to break the spell!
Wu Jing saw that his Drunk Immortal Fragrance and magic spells had no effect on Fang Xiong. His scalp went numb for a moment, and he took Fang Xiong's blow forcefully.
Is Fang Xiong's strength something that ordinary people can withstand? Even if both of them are in the Human Immortal Realm, Fang Xiong, who practices the art of body refining, can fight with Zhang Sui after breaking through the Yinglong Realm. More
How much more a fairyland for an ordinary person?
Wu Jing was directly hit five feet away by Fang Xiong, blood spurted from his mouth, the spiritual energy around his body collapsed, and the pair of Ziwu double hooks in his hands were directly broken into several pieces.
A group of disciples from the Xuandu Sect rushed forward, surrounded Wu Jing, and protected him among the crowd. Facing Fang Xiong who had re-condensed the water stick, their faces were all pale and full of fear.
Wu Jing calmed down, pushed away a disciple in front of him, looked at Fang Xiong who was about to step forward again, and said in a hoarse voice: "Fellow Taoist, do you have to kill them all? We are just being rude, and it is not an unforgivable crime.
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Only then did Fang Xiong speak in a low voice: "If the third lady hadn't said not to hurt your lives, based on the malice you showed towards the third lady, you guys would have been crushed into powder when you landed on the ground.
But the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped. As the leading elder, you are greedy for the third lady's things, and that boy is full of malice. That's all, you can't escape the responsibility."
The young disciple who had made fun of Zhang Xin with malicious intentions was trembling with fear when he heard this. He hid behind Wu Jing and his words were trembling: "I am the grandson of Qin Wu, the great elder of the Xuandu sect. My grandfather is a contemporary master of alchemy. You can't hurt him."
Otherwise, those practitioners who owe my grandfather a favor will not let you go, let alone your third lady!"
As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Wu Jing knew that something was wrong. He cursed in his mind this bastard who couldn't see the situation clearly. Now that he's in this situation, does the evil star opposite him still care about your background?
How dare you threaten the other party? This is like being kicked in the head by a donkey!
Sure enough, when Fang Xiong heard the threatening words from this kid's mouth, his eyes narrowed, and the water stick in his hand collapsed and turned into clear water and flowed to the ground.
But the rumbling sound of thunder began to sound again in the thick dark clouds overhead.
When the young disciple saw Fang Xiong put away the scary water stick in his hand, he thought his words had frightened Fang Xiong opposite him. His expression relaxed and he was about to say something else.
There was a thunderous explosion above the head, and a bolt of thunder passed through the clouds and turned into a dazzling electric light. Fang Xiong stretched out his hand and turned into a fist-sized ball of light, which was caught by Fang Xiong.
Fang Xiong's figure flashed and appeared directly in the crowd. He grabbed the young man's neck and lifted him off the ground.
Wu Jing on the side was shocked and exclaimed: "Fellow Taoist, please show mercy!"
Fang Xiong ignored it and pushed the ball of light formed by the thunder in his right hand into the young man's belly, then threw him aside.
The young man's body was covered with lightning, and his whole body was twitching due to the electricity. The aura on his body also quickly dissipated, and his whole aura turned into a mortal in just a few breaths.
Wu Jing's heart sank to the bottom, this is the rhythm of being abandoned! Thinking about the fiery-tempered and extremely defensive elder in the sect, Wu Jing couldn't help but feel that the future was bleak.
After Fang Xiong finished doing this, he looked at Wu Jing again. Everyone around him was silent.
Wu Jing sighed, closed his eyes, and said, "The matter has come to an end. Fellow Taoist, please take action."
Fang Xiong stepped forward and struck Wu Jing on the shoulder with his palm. Then he turned around and jumped towards Kunzhou City. He turned into a three-foot-long dragon in the air and fluttered the colorful wings behind his back slightly.
In the frightened eyes of everyone, the dark clouds in the sky penetrated. With a dragon roar, the dark clouds followed Ying Long's figure and quickly retreated to the southeast.
Soon, a bright sky appeared above everyone's heads, and a sunset was slowly setting towards the mountains to the west.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and looked at each other. Everyone's eyes were filled with joy of escaping from death.
When everyone came back to their senses, they realized something was wrong with Wu Jing.
Ever since Fang Xiong slapped Wu Jing on the shoulder, Wu Jing has remained motionless in this posture.
A disciple called him tentatively. Wu Jing opened his eyes and made a few uh-huh sounds. Then he fell to the ground exhausted, as if there were no bones in his body.
A disciple came forward to investigate and found that Wu Jing's bones were broken into small pieces, and even the bones on his face were broken. No wonder he was speechless.
A group of people made two simple stretchers, carried Wu Jing, whose bones were all broken, and the unconscious young man, and headed northwest in panic.
At this time, Zhang Sui's family was tasting Sun Laozhang's craftsmanship in the Zhang Mansion. Everyone who had tasted the fish soup had a look of amazement on their faces and praised Sun Laozhang's craftsmanship.
Zhang Xin drank three bowls in a row, and then put down the soup bowl that was two times larger than the others with a look of unfulfilled satisfaction.
Zhang Xin held the hand of Sun Ai, who was drinking fish soup elegantly, and said, "Sister Ai is so lucky. She can taste Grandpa Sun's cooking every day."
Mr. Sun, who was making fish porridge on the side, heard this and said with a smile: "The main reason why it is so delicious is that these ingredients are rare. I don't dare to take credit."
Sun Ai also nodded and said: "Grandpa's craftsmanship is very good, but the taste he made in the past was not as good as today. It's my sister who is so good at finding such rare fish."
When Zhang Xin heard this, she also showed a proud smile, still modest, and said: "It's not just my contribution. Zhizhi helped guide, and Daxiong helped with the work. I just helped a little!"
Speaking of this, I couldn't help but ask Zhang Sui again: "Second brother, why hasn't Daxiong come over yet? If we don't come, we will eat all of these. Why don't we leave some for him?"
Mrs. Liu on the side saw her opening her mouth and closing her mouth. She couldn't help sighing secretly, and instantly felt that the fish soup in her hand was no longer delicious.
Zhang Sui's heart moved and he said with a smile: "Don't be anxious, Daxiong will be here soon. I suggest you eat more first, otherwise you won't be able to eat much when Xiong Xiong, the foodie, comes over and starts to attack.
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Zhang Xin was a little confused after hearing this, and finally decided to drink another bowl of fish soup to suppress the worries in her heart.
Zhang Xin hadn't finished half of her bowl of fish soup when Fang Xiong's tall figure appeared at the door of the dining room.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Xin put down the soup bowl in her hand, ran out with a smile, and dragged Fang Xiong towards the hall.
As he walked, he was still introducing Mr. Sun's cooking skills, saying that he came just in time, and left a lot for him, without any awareness that he had drank another bowl just now.
Fang Xiong was pulled by her sleeves and listened to Zhang Xin's series of words with a smile on his face. He entered the hall and saluted Liu and others first, then glanced at Zhang Sui and nodded.
Seeing this, Zhang Sui smiled and said: "Come and try this old man Sun's craftsmanship. This is unique in the Weihe River!"
Fang Xiong nodded, took the bowl of fish soup brought to him by the blushing Sun Ai, and thanked him casually.
Sun Ai's face turned even redder, and he retreated to Mr. Sun's side, peeking at Fang Xiong's handsome face from time to time.
Fang Xiong didn't realize anything. He took the fish soup and took a big sip. When the fish soup entered his mouth, Fang Xiong's eyes lit up. He drank most of the remaining bowl in one gulp. When he finished, he clicked his mouth twice, but he still had more to say.
Zhang Sui on the side smiled and scolded: "Is there anyone who drinks soup like this? You drink like this, no amount is enough for you!"
Hearing this, Fang Xiong scratched his head in embarrassment.
Seeing this, Zhang Xin on the side took Fang Xiong's bowl, looked at Zhang Sui and said dissatisfiedly: "Daxiong has done his best, second brother, what qualifications do you, a person who just sits and waits to drink soup, have the right to say anything about him! Come on,
Nobita, I’ll give you another big bowl!”
Zhang Sui was speechless at Zhang Xin's words. Seeing Zhang Xin diligently serving Fang Xiong the soup himself, but the soup was almost overflowing, he couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart.
Is this the legendary daughter who is not allowed to stay? Zhang Sui instantly felt the sadness of an old father looking at his daughter!
In the eyes of other practitioners, this meal might be a bit too extravagant.
After dinner, Mrs. Liu returned to the inner courtyard and drank tea in the public hall.
Zhang Sui smiled and said to Mr. Sun, "It's been a hard day, Mr. Sun."
Mr. Sun shook his head and said: "I only talked about it. It was Brother Chen who did it. I would also like to thank the Immortal for allowing me to taste these rare things."
Zhang Suidao: "My father, please don't call me Immortal Leader again. As you have seen, my family is just an ordinary Kunzhou people. If other colleagues hear the term Immortal Leader, they will laugh at me."
Mr. Sun smiled and said, "Then I'll call you Second Young Master."
Zhang Sui nodded and said: "There will be a grand event at the Junshan Zhang Family Society tomorrow. You can take Xiao Ai to join in the fun and let Xiao Ai take the academy exam. I think it won't be a big problem with her current qualifications."
The Zhang Family School is still very famous in Kunzhou City. Upon hearing this, Mr. Sun asked: "Does the Zhang Family School also accept female students now?"
Zhang Sui said with a smile: "The assessment I am talking about is not the assessment of Zhang family studies, but the assessment of Junshan Academy."
Mr. Sun was a little confused: "Junshan Academy?"
Zhang Sui nodded and said: "Tomorrow, Junshan Academy will be established. In this academy, people learn the way of spiritual practice, and the teachers there are all practitioners like me."
Sun Ai's eyes widened when he heard this, and the bunch of stupid hair on his head was shaking. He couldn't help but said, "Are you trying to learn how to fly into the sky and escape like the second young master?"
Zhang Sui looked at her and smiled: "You can say that. Doesn't Sister Kang Zhen want you to practice with her?
All the cultivation she mentioned can be learned in the academy, but the academy offers more freedom, and it is extremely convenient even if you want to take care of grandpa."
Sun Ai turned to look at Mr. Sun and said, "Grandpa, come with me and try it tomorrow. If you can really learn those skills, you will never have to go fishing in the river again."
Zhang Tian on the side said: "With Mr. Sun's skills, why not go to the academy and open a small shop specializing in fish soup? I think I won't have to worry about business."
Zhang Xin on the side nodded repeatedly after hearing this, and said: "If this is the case, I can take Zhizhi to catch the good things and go to Grandpa Sun. In that case, I can often eat such delicious food!"
Sun Ai looked at Mr. Sun expectantly, and Mr. Sun smiled and said, "Ai'er, if you can get admitted to the academy, I will open a small shop there as the eldest son said."
Sun Ai nodded repeatedly after hearing this and said, "Then just wait! I won't let you down."
Zhang Tian and Zhang Sui looked at each other and laughed. Even without Zhang Sui's relationship, Sun Ai would never refuse her to come to the academy based on her own qualifications.
Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Sui got up and took Mr. Sun and his father-in-law Sun back to their residence.
Fang Xiong also followed him. On the way home, Fang Xiong told the story.
After hearing this, Zhang Sui nodded and said, "That's it. If I come to cause trouble again in the future, there's no need to be polite.
I finally understand that in the world of spiritual practice, being a good person is not a good thing.
Look at those great monks and those guys from the Xuandu sect, they all behave like that when they don't see your strength.
From now on, when it's time to take action, do it. I'll take care of it for you. If I can't take care of it, there's still Mr. Meng up there!"
Hearing this, Fang Xiong nodded and followed Zhang Sui silently, and the two of them headed towards Zhang Sui's residence.