Qing Xuanzi, who was "tied up" by Fu Yang and Ah Huang using magic, of course saw the appearance of Master Xiong holding a big catfish that was twisting wildly in his hand.
But he was a little confused and didn't understand what was going on?
Could it be that... this monster wanted to treat him to catfish and laugh away the grudge?
Thinking of this, a sneer appeared on Qing Xuanzi's face, and his gloomy gaze swept over the faces of Fu Yang and Ah Huang next to him, and finally settled on Master Xiong's face.
Dayi said solemnly: "You three crooked people, do you think...treating Pindao to eat a grilled wild catfish will cancel the matter? It's simply wishful thinking. Hahaha. I know that you should be scared now that you have calmed down.
Right? After all, this is my Qingcheng faction’s territory.”
Well……
Fu Yang and Ah Huang looked at each other and scratched their heads in confusion.
What is this old Taoist priest talking about?
What do you mean by asking for grilled catfish, and what do you mean by writing it off? I don’t understand!
Mr. Xiong was stunned for a moment, then understood, and narrowed his eyes slightly. The expression on his round, fat face became even more vulgar, which made Qing Xuanzi feel inexplicably upset.
"What do you want to do?"
"It's okay, you're right, old Taoist priest. This is barbecue catfish, used to beg you to spare us. I'll give it to you to eat right away!"
With that said, Mr. Xiong stretched out the still alive catfish in front of Ah Huang: "Here, let's borrow a fire."
Ah Huang showed an "I understand" smile and stretched out his hand gently.
Hooray!
A burst of orange flame instantly enveloped the big, lively wild catfish. A second later, it stopped struggling and turned into a grilled catfish with a charred aroma.
Um?
Fu Yang was slightly startled and felt a little strange: "Damn Fat Cat, are you really planning to cook grilled catfish for Taoist Priest Qingxuan?"
He felt that this was not like Mr. Xiong’s style.
Ouch ouch...
Mr. Xiong changed his hands a few times: "This freshly grilled catfish is quite hot. Mr. Fu, you are not as sensible as Mr. Huang. Looking at his wretched look, I should know what is going on."
snort!
Qing Xuanzi sneered again and again: "Although your wild grilled catfish is very delicious, don't try to use it to please me. I have already memorized the appearance of the three of you. Unless you kill me immediately, I will die of my soul.
Otherwise, when I return to the Qingcheng sect, you will have something to look at."
"Oh, I'm so scared. Old guy, this grilled catfish is indeed a treat for you. But you don't eat it with your mouth."
This fish...isn't it eaten with the mouth?
What does it mean?
Qing Xuanzi didn't quite understand.
However, before he could figure it out, Mr. Xiong suddenly came around behind him and shouted, "It's so hot." He stabbed the half-foot-long freshly grilled piping hot catfish into Qing Xuanzi's cheek with all his strength.
……butt!
ah!!!
A shrill scream pierced the sky, suddenly resounding through the night sky.
hiss!
Fu Yang took a breath and looked at the scene in front of him, dumbfounded and speechless.
He never imagined that Mr. Xiong, a fat cat, could have so many tricks up his sleeve!
Can you still do this?
The catfish was grilled until it was piping hot, and then...it was simply horrible.
Qing Xuanzi's old face showed a huge expression of anger and humiliation. He shouted loudly: "You fat cat monster, you are despicable and shameless, you are vile! Just wait, I will definitely kill you."
However, Mr. Xiong turned a deaf ear to this kind of "pediatric" abuse. He clapped his hands and said, "Okay, that's enough. Do you want to kill this guy?"
Fu Yang waved his hand: "Forget it, he didn't do anything wrong. He didn't cause any actual harm to us. That's it. Let's go back quickly."
cut!
Mr. Xiong pursed his lips, folded his arms and looked at Fu Yang sideways: "What a woman's kindness. That's all, I'll listen to you."
Fu Yang smiled slightly, a glimmer of wisdom flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say much.
The reason why he didn't do anything to Qing Xuanzi was actually in addition to his relatively generous character and the reasons just mentioned. More importantly, Fu Yang was keenly aware of the contradictions within the Qingcheng Sect...
If there is any subsequent grievance with Zhang Qianzhen in the future, maybe this will also be a nail planted!
As long as the disciples of the Qingcheng faction who are inconsistent with Zhang Qianzhen's "ambition" are still considered "good people", Fu Yang can think that he may be on the same side as them in the future... However, they need to first realize Zhang Qianzhen's true face. .And this is the most difficult thing.
After all, you can't just say that the leader is a despicable careerist, right?
Only a ghost can believe it!
But no matter what, Fu Yang's thoughts are getting deeper and deeper. Take one step and watch three! A random move may foreshadow something in the future.
"Little turtle, come here quickly. Let's go!"
Master Xiong waved his paw, and the old turtle demon king who had been watching calmly on the ground immediately flew over and stood beside Master Xiong.
This time, Fu Yang directly used his seven-color spiritual power to transform into a larger sword shadow. The four of them stood on it, and then headed towards Rongcheng...
After they flew far away, the two mana ropes that bound Qing Xuanzi were automatically untied, and he fell directly from the air before he could react.
His magical sword was naturally thrown away by Fu Yang. Although the earth-level intermediate magic weapon is very precious, it may cause countless cultivators to fight for it in the supernatural world. But since he spared his life, Fu Yang naturally did not Will covet this little advantage.
What's more, as for the earth-level mid-level magic weapon... Fu Yang really doesn't necessarily like it.
Whoosh...sonorous.
The sword fell to the ground first and was stuck in the soil.
Then... plop!
Qingxuanzi fell face down into a pile of dead branches and leaves.
Although it hurt a little, it was nothing compared to the severe pain in my butt.
Qing Xuanzi suppressed the grief in his heart and looked back...
Sure enough, I saw a big grilled catfish inserted into my, ahem... that asshole, with its tail exposed!
ah!!!
He roared again and beat the ground crazily with his fists. Two lines of muddy tears of humiliation slowly flowed down his old face.
As a straight man, to be treated like this is definitely a human tragedy.
"Obscene! It's simply too obscene... How could such a demon king exist in this world?" Qing Xuanzi felt that he couldn't understand it. What Mr. Xiong did could be said to have gone beyond the three views of an honest man like him.
At this time, the eight Qingcheng Sect disciples who had just been crushed by Fu Yang also staggered and surrounded him with pain all over their bodies.
"Great Elder, Great Elder, are you okay?"
"What's wrong with you, Great Elder? These evil heretics are so powerful. It's unbelievable! Even you were defeated. We are even more so, alas..."