After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

Jade Dynasty.

Fang Xingjian's senior brother, one of Bai Xinghua's suitors in the original book, even because of his close relationship with Bai Xinghua, he has the deepest relationship with Bai Xinghua, so he is about to take the position of the main palace.

It is a talisman with advanced cultivation.

And this contest between Fang Xingjian and him was the first.

The unknown Sanxian faced the head of the Lingyan School, and the huge square was filled with monks from all over the world, all staring at the small arena, wanting to see what kind of abilities he has, how he can fight with Yu Go to war.

Countless gazes gathered on him, exploring, curious, disdainful, guessing, all waiting to see Fang Xingjian's ability.

Bi Haichao Shengjian felt the opponent's fighting intent, and couldn't help shaking slightly. Fang Xingjian pulled out the long sword, and immediately the crisp sword sound resounded.

Through the blade, his gaze passed through the air, and crashed into a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Bai Xinghua sat in a wooden chair not far away, quietly admiring the battle.

Fang Xingjian lowered his eyes, he already had some points in his heart.

It's just that he didn't expect that Axi and him were going through the wind and rain, and they had some feelings. How could he hook up with Bai Xinghua so easily and obey his command?

The long sword was held in his hand, and the protruding hilt touched the newly grown tender flesh in his palm, causing some pain.

He suddenly remembered what a little bastard told him.

"Don't trust anyone but yourself."

"Especially Chidama."

Wangguixi reminded him, but he forgot.

A smile slowly appeared on the ordinary mask, he pulled the corners of his mouth, looking very stiff, but he was still smiling.

Seeing his strange expression, Yu Chao reminded him:

"Your Excellency, do you want to fight?"

Fang Xingjian stopped smiling, glanced at the Bihai Chaosheng sword in his hand, and felt the fighting intent emanating from it, overwhelming those chaotic emotions.

Standing alone on the field, Jianxiu swept across Yuchao's talisman, even though he was facing the leader of the Thousand Sects, Lingyan Sect, he did not back down at all.

Through that ordinary to the extreme face, it seems to be able to see his unyielding spine.

He opened his mouth shallowly and spit out two words, the sound fell to the sword, as fast as an arrow leaving a bow.

"Why not?"

***

Li Binbai stood beside Hang Qingqing, bent down to fan her, but kept his eyes on the competition on the ring for a moment.

"Master, who do you think can win?"

Hang Qingqing's vitality was seriously injured. At this time, she was already holding on to her sick body to support the scene. How could the Lord of the Twelve Peaks be absent from the Immortal Alliance Conference.

Hang Qingqing opened the mouth and said; "The head of the sect is already at the Great Perfection stage of the transformation of the gods, but this Sanxian can fight him on a par. I think there is some suspense about the outcome."

She called out a silver fox with snow-white fur, held it in her arms and stroked it gently, but her eyes became deeper and deeper.

The first time I saw him, Hang Qingqing was a little familiar.

With such a figure and the way she used the sword, she had to think of someone.

But he has already fallen into the Demon Realm, how could he come back?

Li Binbai took a deep breath, and if he could defeat the sect leader, that senior might have already reached the Mahayana stage of cultivation!

He murmured: "I thought senior was not interested in the Fairy League Conference, but I didn't expect him to rush back to participate in the competition, and even met the head. I really don't know when it was arranged."

Hang Qingqing raised her head and glanced at him, then inadvertently cast her eyes on Bai Xinghua who was not far away, a trace of doubt flashed in her heart.

This competition was arranged by Bai Xinghua.

She struggled a little, but couldn't help doubting.

If Fang Xingjian really came back, why did Bai Xinghua ask him to fight with the sect leader?

"what--"

Li Binbai exclaimed in surprise, throwing all Hang Qingqing's thoughts into chaos.She was already irritable, but now she frowned and said angrily:

"What are you yelling for?"

Li Binbai stared, stuttered and couldn't speak clearly, pointed his fingers straight at the stage, his movements were stiff.

Hang Qingqing looked down at his fingertips angrily, still chattering.

"You're such an adult, you just yell like this when you have something to do, how can you..."

It wasn't until seeing the scene on the ring that Hang Qingqing knew why Li Binbai roared so loudly.

Hang Qingqing's pupils shrank slightly, and all the words were blocked back into her mouth. Her hands tightened, and she almost pulled off a few hairs of the silver fox in her arms. The little fox turned back and bit her in pain.

But even so, she still stared at the people on the stage intently.

It wasn't just her, everyone present was staring at the people on the ring in dumbfounded. The younger monk blushed directly, didn't even dare to breathe hard, and stared intently with his breath held.

The wind on the top of Lingyan Mountain was very strong, whistling, and Fang Xingjian's clothes were blown flying, like a white butterfly fluttering its wings.

He held his sword behind his back and stood alone in the center. His long hair tied behind his head was blown by the wind. His white robe and black belt made his legs long and thin, and behind him was a green summer forest.

Alone, he turned the surrounding scenes into a beautiful painting.

But under the straight crow-feather long eyelashes are a pair of translucent black eyes, which make people feel the vigorous vitality in them, so they know that he is not the person in the painting.

Fang Xingjian took a step forward, his gaze fell on Yu Chao.

He almost didn't waste too much effort to win Yuchao. In the past, this mighty senior brother was defeated by him for the first time.

But the moment before he fell down, Yu Chao shot out the last talisman, which shattered the disguise on his face, and Fang Xingjian's real face and figure were exposed in front of everyone.

"square......"

Putting his hands on the ground, Yu Chao subconsciously took half a step back. The coercion leaked by Fang Xingjian almost made him feel the desire to die. Even though he was holding on in his heart, his body and spiritual consciousness were already driven to a desperate situation by fear.

Looking at his downcast appearance, Fang Xingjian couldn't help but find it funny, he didn't expect the senior brother in charge to have such a face.

In the past, those who faced him were always aloof, but now they showed shock and fear. He was no longer the "holy father" fairy who let him go, but became an existence that even Yu Chao would be afraid of.

It became the sword cultivator Fang Xingjian.

Before he could reply, someone in the audience shouted:

"This fellow daoist, since you are a loose immortal, why not come to my Taiji gate and be a guest elder? My Taiji gate is located at the head of the dragon veins in Kunlun, the blessed land of Tianze, and can provide countless spirit stones for fellow daoists to practice."

Listening to others speaking, the other monks refused to lag behind and said with a smile:

"Feihong Villa also reserves a place for fellow daoists. All the weapons in our sect are proficient. Do you want to condense the sword in your hand?"

"Fellow Daoists are good at cultivation! The intent of the sword is really compelling, and I feel itchy to see it. The No. 18 descendant of the Water Bird Sword Sect, can I ask this fellow Daoist for a competition?"

"Fellow......"

"I am Arhat..."

Fang Xingjian listened to the invitation for advice.

Many of these sects are great sects that have become famous a hundred years ago. I didn't expect that one day he would be scrambled by this group of people.

It's really a turn of events.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes were as cold as ice, it's a pity he couldn't go to anyone, Bai Xinghua revealed his identity in public, not to let him change places to have a good time.

Bai Xinghua wanted him to die.

Sure enough, without waiting for the crowd to continue to quarrel, Bai Xinghua flew to the top of the ring in an instant, helped Yu Chao who was lying on the side, and a voice as gentle as spring breeze sounded:

"Fang Xingjian, it's you!"

He enunciated clearly, and did not forget to add aura, spreading his voice to every corner of the square.

The monks who were fighting for him just now all had an expression of disbelief for a moment, and the words were stuck in their mouths. You and I looked at each other for a long time, and finally looked back struggling.

"Fang Xingjian?"

"Is this the traitor that Moxiu put down a hundred years ago?"

"The magic cultivator who killed half of the disciples of the Lingyan sect, Fang Xingjian?"

Li Binbai turned his head quickly in surprise, opened his mouth without closing it, and hurriedly asked:

"Master, senior is, the sinner Fang Xingjian...?"

This name has not been mentioned in Lingyan Mountain for a long time, and it has almost become a forbidden word, but everyone knows his identity and story, and it is even engraved in the history of Lingyan Sect.

Hang Qingqing frowned, stared at the three people on the ring, and nodded slowly.

It was really him.

Not only did Fang Xingjian not die, but he had already become a Mahayana cultivation base!

The monks gasped, surprised one after another, and all sacrificed their life-saving magic weapons:

"Why did he come back?"

"At the Immortal Alliance Conference, why did a Demon Cultivator appear?"

"Won't the Lingyan faction give us an explanation?" Seeing that this farce gradually became ridiculous, the people in the audience looked at him with hatred faces again, telling all the evil things about demon cultivators in the past century They were all placed on the three characters "Fang Xingjian", as if he was the source of the evil and the beginning of all disasters.

Bai Xinghua hugged Yu Chao, and said coldly:

"I thought you were dead, but I didn't expect you to sneak into the Lingyan sect after a hundred years. What's your intention?"

"If you are not facing Senior Brother Yu Chao, I am afraid that countless disciples will die tragically at your hands!"

"Fang Xingjian! You have harmed the entire human world, what face do you have to come back!"

Fang Xingjian's expression didn't change, he still stood there.

Just now everyone regarded him as a peerless beauty with profound cultivation, but now they regard him as a scourge, wishing to kill Jitian immediately.

He snorted and said in an extremely indifferent tone: "It's alright little junior brother, for the sake of master, I'll call you little junior brother again."

Bai Xinghua really knew how to act. If he hadn't been for Fang Xingjian with this kung fu, he would have believed that he had done countless wrong things.

He glanced at everyone in the audience, and there was fear and disgust in those staring eyes without exception.

A monk in the Mahayana period can almost be regarded as a half-immortal, and these "people" are already the gap between ants and giant mountains. Even the Jade Dynasty in the transformation stage can't pass a hundred tricks under his hands.

The powerful coercion instantly spread and suppressed, and he did not restrain himself any more.

Everyone present trembled, and the monks who were not mentally strong vomited a mouthful of blood, their eyes were dim, and those who could stand upright were at least at the stage of transformation.

A violent wind blew, causing Fang Xingjian's black hair to fly wildly, and the bamboo forest behind him rustled.

"Why should I come back?"

Bi Haichaoshengjian was held in front of him, screaming and screaming, Fang Xingjian swept over everyone, his eyes were so dark that he looked like an evil spirit returning from the region.

His thin lips parted slightly: "The 100 years of grievances, the account that fell to the Demon Realm, I want to settle it with my own hands."

"Bai Xinghua, is it the way of heaven that loves you that is stronger, or my way of swords that is stronger..."

"It all depends on you and me in this battle—"

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