Starry Sky Professional

"Warrior?"

Two brothers died in just a moment of distraction.

Da Hu was shocked and looked at the person who came.

He saw a young man in a silver shirt, holding a sword, standing calmly beside the bodies of San Hu, smiling at Ding Bushan and his grandson.

"Fellow Daoist Hong Xiu, long time no see!"

Fang Xing greeted him.

"You... who are you?"

Ding Hong Xiu felt that this person looked familiar, as if she had seen him a long time ago.

If it was Fang Xing's original appearance, she would definitely recognize him.

But Fang Xing chose to disguise himself before taking action this time, turning into the image of just entering Qinglin Market.

This is naturally for safety!

After all, his later image was related to Chen Yi's death, and he killed people brazenly in the market. Maybe he had been wanted by Qingxuan Sect!

"Back then, we set up a stall together!"

Fang Xing reminded with a smile.

"It's you!?" Ding Hong Xiu's face suddenly flashed with joy.

And Ding Bushan was grateful for surviving the disaster, but also with a trace of shame.

He looked down on him at first, and even compared him with the handsome young man who came later, but he didn't expect that he would still receive help from him in times of crisis.

Ding Bushan looked at the two tigers who turned into corpses, and his expression became serious again.

Although the two tigers left, the big tiger was the most difficult to deal with!

"There is such a powerful warrior in the market?"

The big tiger looked at Fang Xing, and his expression became extremely solemn: "You killed my two sworn brothers, and I had to find two more. How are you going to compensate me?"

Although this warrior's martial arts are powerful, the big tiger is not afraid.

After all, he is a body-refining cultivator with a strong body. He has long reached the realm of not being afraid of ordinary low-grade magic weapons!

As a faction among the immortal cultivators, the body-refining cultivators are actually a small minority.

They also need spiritual roots to get started. In daily practice, they mainly use spiritual energy to temper the body, not magic power!

Da Hu has reached the point where he can compete with the late Qi training cultivators with his physical training, which is rare in the market.

Of course, cultivating to such a level does not mean that his physique can ignore the top-grade magic weapons!

If he can ignore the top-grade magic weapons and take them with his bare hands, it is almost equivalent to being invincible in the Qi training stage!

In fact, it is good enough that he can take the low-grade magic weapons with his bare hands.

To train the body to the point where it is not afraid of magic weapons, it must be at least comparable to the second-level physical cultivation of the foundation-building cultivator.

Even so, facing the spiritual weapon attack of the foundation-building cultivator, the second-level physical cultivation still has to be wary.

According to Da Hu's current strength, he can basically ignore the low-grade magic weapons. If it is a medium-grade magic weapon driven by a mid-stage Qi training cultivator, he must be careful not to be hit in the vitals.

If a master in the late stage of Qi training controls a high-grade magic weapon, he dare not take it hard.

Of course, if an ordinary late-stage Qi training cultivator faces an attack from a high-grade magic weapon without defense, he will definitely die in one go, but he can hold on for a few more times.

Combined with some methods of physical training, if he fights against an ordinary late-stage Qi training cultivator, he is likely to win the battle.

Now he is just facing a warrior. Although the opponent looks powerful, Da Hu still believes in himself.

A late-stage Qi training cultivator is invincible against a warrior!

What's more, he is stronger than an ordinary late-stage Qi training cultivator, and he is also a physical training cultivator. The power of a mere blood refining magic weapon is at most comparable to that of a low-grade one, so it can be ignored!

Ding Bushan obviously saw this and quickly reminded: "Daoyou, be careful. Among the three black tigers, Dahu is the strongest. His body is not afraid of low-grade magic weapons!"

"Hehe, isn't it too late to say this now?"

Dahu looked at Fang Xing: "You are quite powerful and are very good at attacking immortal cultivators. How about you become my second brother? Anyway, those two trash are dead, and I have to find someone to replace them... If you agree, I will spare these two people today!"

"Become a robbery cultivator? Impossible..."

Fang Xing shook his head and refused. He came to gain practical experience, not to rob.

"Don't drink a toast, and drink a forfeit... Think that a mere warrior who masters a few spiritual secrets can attack immortal cultivators..."

Dahu laughed grimly, and black air filled his body.

This is the body refining technique he practiced - "Five Tigers Body Refining Technique". When practicing, you need to catch and kill demon tigers, take their essence, blood, soul, and refine them into yourself.

When the technique is pushed to the limit, it can even form a ‘tiger soul’ to protect the body, cleanse the evil spirits, and also protect against attacks on the mind!

Roar!

The black air gathered and turned into a black tiger, attached to its body, making its body swell, and a dark ‘king’ rune appeared on its head.

Not only that, Dahu also took out a ‘calming talisman’ and stuck it directly on himself.

As a physical cultivator, he certainly has magic power, and all the items of immortal cultivators can be used without hindrance.

Although he said he was not afraid, Dahu was actually a little afraid of Fang Xing’s method that made him lose his mind for a moment.

After running the technique with all his strength, he used another talisman to protect his mind.

At this point, he was confident that even if a cultivator with perfect Qi training used a special magic weapon to attack his spiritual consciousness, he would not be afraid!

“Are you ready?”

Fang Xing’s silver shirt fluttered, and the sword in his hand suddenly roared!

In an instant, Ding Bushan and Ding Hongxiu fell into a state of loss of consciousness again.

But Da Hu was distracted for only a moment, and his eyes regained focus.

"Ah!"

The tiger-shaped black energy surrounding him roared, and actually took the initiative to attack.

Two giant black magic palms, one in front and one behind, surrounded Fang Xing.

"Does the mental impact of the Extreme Sword and the Ghost Sword have little effect on him anymore?"

However, Fang Xing remained calm. The swords in his hands were intertwined, and the sharpness of cutting through everything was harmoniously combined with the sharpness of the sword to break magic. The light of the sword and the light of the sword slashed on the two giant magic hands, strangulating them to pieces.

"Sure enough... A-level martial arts is mainly about protecting one's own spirit. In addition, I am not good at what I have learned... it seems to be reasonable that it is difficult to influence immortal cultivators at this level?"

"This monk's roar of the tiger should also have the effect of shaking the gods. It's useless to me, which is proof!"

After crushing the two giant magic hands, he flashed like a cloud dragon and entered the seven-foot territory of the tiger!

A warrior can wipe out the enemy's country within three steps!

For Fang Xing today, seven feet is simply a matter of thought!

The next moment, the swords roared together!

The light of the sword and the light of the sword flashed, killing both dragon and tiger, and strangled the tiger-shaped black energy.

The tiger soul in the void whimpered and disappeared.

Tsk!

The swords crossed each other, leaving white marks on Dahu's strong arms.

Dahu laughed ferociously, opened his big hand, and grabbed the tip of the knife!

Fang Xing frowned, the black-marked sword had landed on Dahu's throat, and a trace of blood appeared.

Click!

He was like a white cloud, floating away and looking at his hands.

The black-marked sword was safe and sound, with a trace of blood on the tip.

And the Baili Steel Knife purchased at random in the market has been broken into two pieces!

"You can be proud of yourself if you can hurt me with a low-grade magic weapon!"

Dahu wiped the blood on his neck, threw the tip of the knife into his mouth, and chewed it like a bean.

Chew gold and iron raw!

If this kind of behavior is seen by people in the secular martial arts world, everyone will question their own eyes, thinking that they have seen a martial arts myth!

After trying Fang Xing's sword skills, the grin on Dahu's face became even bigger.

He has confirmed that although this warrior is good in strength, it is difficult for him to pose a life threat.

Especially for body-refining cultivators, it is difficult for enemies to break through their defenses, which is enough to prove their advantage!

"You didn't take the chance I gave you before, so go die now!"

Dahu put on two magic weapon-level gloves on himself. This kind of magic weapon suitable for body-training warriors also sells for a lot of money in the market.

He roared, and like a huge black tiger, he rushed towards Fang Xing!

Fang Xing sighed and dropped the steel sword in his hand. The black-marked sword seemed to turn into a downpour, falling down in a torrent.

The Extreme Sword was originally the most complicated sword move, and it was even more dexterous in his hands.

The two sides staggered several times, but the swords and gloves never touched each other, which made Dahu so sad that he almost wanted to vomit blood.

"You are a warrior, do you only know how to hide?"

He roared and took out a small black flag from his arms.

This small flag is completely black, but there is an embroidery of a snow-white skull on it, which is vivid, and the white eyes seem to be sprouting ghost fire...

"Magic weapon?"

When Ding Bushan, who was watching the battle, saw this scene, he already wanted to pull Ding Hong's sleeves and run away for his life.

"I really can't afford to lose, that's all..."

Fang Xing glanced at the attribute bar:

[Extreme Sword: 96/100 (entry level)]

"Originally, I used you to practice swordsmanship. It would be nice to increase my proficiency a little bit..."

There was a silver gun in his hand, aimed at Dahu's head.

laugh!

A silver laser flashed, and Dahu's headless body fell to the ground.

"No matter how high your cultivation level is, you will still be knocked down with one shot!"

Fang Xing blew on the muzzle of the gun, put away the laser gun, and looked at Ding Bushan's grandson.

"What a powerful magic weapon!"

Ding Busan's pupils shrank: 'This is as powerful as Tian Leizi, but it doesn't have any fluctuations in mana... That big tiger died unjustly! ’

Any magic weapon will have mana fluctuations in actual combat. Immortal cultivators have sharp ears and eyes. They may not be able to dodge the laser, but they can dodge the gun!

After all, no matter how good the laser gun is, it still needs people to operate it.

If it were a monk in the foundation-building stage, his spiritual consciousness could easily lock on Fang Xing now and avoid the muzzle of the gun before Fang Xing fired!

But the boss of the three black tigers was obviously careless, or he believed too much in his own body. As a result, he was shot in the head and died.

Ding Bushan felt uneasy and took his daughter with him, bowing deeply to the ground: "Little old man and granddaughter, thank you fellow Taoist for saving your life!"

"Well, I just did it casually..."

Fang Xing came out this time to find a monk to ask about the situation in the city and practice actual combat.

Now that I meet an acquaintance, I naturally don’t mind giving him a hand.

"By the way, I have been practicing outside. I wonder how Qinglinfang City is doing now?"

He looked at Ding Bushan with bright eyes.

"Qinglinfang City... has been in chaos recently. Due to the emergence of the secret realm, the strength of the Qingxuan Sect's law enforcement team has declined, and there have been many more calamity cultivators... Sigh..."

Ding Bushan's face was full of bitterness. A serious spiritual farmer like him looked down upon those unskilled tribulation cultivators.