Chapter 12: Personal Instruction

"Who are you?"

Gu Li stared at Fang Wang, frowning, and looked at him carefully. He must be extraordinary if he dared to stand up at this moment. Could it be that she had misjudged him? This boy has a great background?

Everyone was looking at Fang Wang, including the sleepy master.

Fang Wang said calmly: "My name is Fang Wang. Why don't you and I have a fight first, and the winner will be qualified to fight everyone alone, how about it?"

As soon as this was said, someone started to make a fuss. Everyone present had a background in a family of immortal cultivation. Although they didn't dare to come forward rashly, they were still very excited to see someone insulting Gu Li.

Most people were afraid of the reputation of the Luobei Gu family, but the rest were just cautious. They felt that if they rashly competed for a direct disciple, they might not even be qualified to be a sword-wielding disciple. They were besieged by fifty-one people and might be defeated before they could show their strength.

The sleepy master stood aside, pinching his beard, with a look of watching the fun, and he had no intention of stopping it.

Gu Li took two steps forward and pulled out a thin sword from behind. It was two fingers wide but four feet long, and the blade was flashing with cold light.

"Then try it!" Gu Li said firmly, and she pointed the sword at Fang Wang.

Fang Wang raised his right arm and raised the flying sword in his hand, but he soon let go, and the flying sword was suspended in the air.

Gu Li narrowed his eyes and immediately swung the sword. With one sword, the sword was crisscrossed, and he killed Fang Wang unstoppably, rolling up dust along the way.

Fang Wang swung his right hand violently, and the flying sword burst out with an extremely terrifying speed, like a cold light, tearing the sword energy in front of him, breaking the wind and waves, and almost instantly stopped in front of Gu Li's forehead.

The sword wind blew away Gu Li's hat, and the veil was torn off together, revealing a beautiful face. At this moment, this delicate face was full of astonishment.

Looking at the flying sword floating in front of her, Gu Li stiffened up, the tip of the sword reflected in her pupils, like a star flashing cold light, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Everyone was frightened, even Zhou Xue couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

"Sure enough, I didn't misjudge him, but this kid's sword-controlling skills..."

Based on Fang Wang's performance that night, Zhou Xue felt that Fang Wang's true strength was definitely not just what his cultivation could show, so she pushed Fang Wang out. Fang Wang's sword-controlling skills surprised her to such an extent. The speed just now was not necessarily achieved even by some cultivators in the Shaping Spirit Realm.

Yes, Fang Wang used a mortal sword at that time, and now he has a magic sword in his hand.

However, this magic sword is the most ordinary one, but it allowed him to exert such power. What is the upper limit of this kid?

The sleepy master was also shocked. He stared at Fang Wang closely, his eyes shining.

"What a domineering control, such a sharp speed, it can stop in an instant, even I almost didn't react just now." The sleepy real person was secretly afraid. If Gu Li died here, it would be troublesome.

The Luobei Gu family is not easy to mess with!

He had to cheer up and stare at Fang Wang, fearing that this kid would be too cruel.

The Taiyuanmen disciples behind him all showed a look of seeing a ghost. Is this kid really in the Qi-nourishing realm?

Fang Wang did not look at Gu Li, but glanced at the others and asked: "I am a candidate for the direct disciple. Who disagrees?"

No one dared to answer. They all looked at him as if they were facing a great enemy, and even began to silently take out their own magic weapons.

Zhou Xue's mouth curled up slightly, and she secretly said: "This kid is really sharp. He looks introverted at ordinary times, but he has such momentum when he should fight. If he had not died on the night of the extermination of the family in his previous life, what height would he have reached?"

Thinking about it, she also took out a magic weapon, which was the yellow talisman used by the Taoist in green before.

Fang Wang saw this scene and his heart skipped a beat. You are not going to do it for real, are you?

Hey!

We are one of them!

Fang Wang turned his right hand inward, and the flying sword hanging in front of Gu Li's forehead suddenly retracted and fell into his palm.

Gu Li's heart was beating like a drum, and she looked at Fang Wang in a trance.

At that moment just now, she felt the breath of death. If the other party wanted to kill her, she would definitely not be able to escape.

Why is the gap so big?

She hasn't even used her Five Saint Swordsmanship yet...

At this moment, she remembered her father's words: "Taiyuanmen has the appearance of soaring, and there will definitely be geniuses. When you get there, you must not be careless."

Fang Wang didn't care about Gu Li's thoughts. Seeing that other people moved their steps and surrounded him, he knew that the sword-controlling technique alone was not enough to deal with the current situation.

After thinking about it, he stabbed the flying sword in his hand into the soil, and his hands were empty to face the siege from all directions.

Crazy!

This is what everyone felt. Just when someone couldn't hold back, Fang Wang raised his right hand with his palm facing down.

Boom!

A domineering aura burst out from Fang Wang's body, the dust under his feet whistled up, and three fireballs condensed behind his head, like a small sun hanging, his robe fluttered, and his expression became cold.

"This is..."

"How is it possible!"

Both the sleepy real person and Zhou Xue were shocked, the former was surprised, and the latter was pure shock.

Xuanyang nerve!

Zhou Xue claimed that she had not practiced it before ascending, that was to scare Fang Wang, in fact, she had practiced Xuanyang nerve to the sixth level, but later gave up for other reasons.

It took her decades to practice the sixth level alone, how long did Fang Wang practice?

Looking at the three balls of flames behind Fang Wang's head, it was obviously not as simple as practicing the first level. She suddenly suspected that Fang Wang might have practiced to the seventh level that she had not reached.

No wonder this kid's cultivation level increased so fast, and he actually practiced Xuanyang nerve to such a level in just over a month...

Such a genius was born in Daqi. Zhou Xue suddenly felt the power of fate. Perhaps there was a force somewhere that controlled the fate of the Fang family.

If Fang Wang survives this life, then the world will change.

Although Zhou Xue found it unbelievable, it was not unacceptable. After all, she had ascended before and had seen even more evil beings.

"superior!"

The man in black wearing a bamboo hat was the first to speak. As he spoke, he slammed the ground, the bookcase behind him opened, and black arrows shot at Fang Wang.

The others immediately cast their own spells, all choosing to attack from a distance. Even Zhou Xue took action, and the yellow talisman burst out dozens of golden rays of light.

In an instant, colorful lights enveloped Fang Wang.

Fang Wang's eyes narrowed, and he clenched his fist fiercely with his right hand. The three fireballs behind his head suddenly exploded, turning into a torrential sea of ​​fire and sweeping away, scattering spells and magic weapons in all directions. The fire waves rose, which was extremely spectacular.

The next second, Fang Wang rushed out with the Shadow Step. With the ninth level of Xuanyang nerves, he was no longer afraid of any flames. In only three steps, he came to a monk.

A palm strike was as fast as the wind and as powerful as thunder.

boom!

The monk was directly knocked away and vomited blood in the air.

Fang Wang turned around, swept away with one leg, and kicked the female monk next to him. He was not only an immortal cultivator, but also a martial arts practitioner. His physical reaction speed was extremely fast, and his spiritual power was concentrated on his right leg, directly Kick the opponent in the face and make the opponent faint on the spot.

He continued to attack the next person. He wanted to defeat all opponents in the shortest time, because his spiritual power was limited and he could not maintain such fighting intensity for a long time.

The spiritual power of Xuanyang Nerve was extremely domineering. Fang Wang used the spiritual power of Xuanyang to use the martial arts True Dragon Palm. What he unleashed was not the dragon-shaped true energy, but a spectacular fire dragon that raged all the way and defeated several monks.

The man in black wearing a bamboo hat rushed behind Fang Wang, trying to sneak up on him unprepared, but Fang Wang dodged with the Shadow Step, causing the long staff in his hand to miss.

Fang Wang turned around and struck a real dragon palm, but he dodged it, but the monks behind him couldn't avoid it.

Several more people were knocked away and their bodies were on fire.

The disciples of the Taiyuan Sect who were watching the battle took action one after another to rescue the new disciples who were burned by the fire. However, they were horrified to find that the fire was not easy to extinguish, so they had to use magic.

Fortunately, the flames suddenly disappeared, letting them breathe a sigh of relief.

This is what Fang Wang did. The ninth level of Xuanyang Nerve Dzogchen can allow him to control the Xuanyang True Fire to the limit, and he is also afraid of burning these people to death.

In less than ten breaths, half of them had lost their fighting power, and the remaining monks jumped away, not daring to get close to him.

Fang Wang was as fast as a sharp arrow, constantly searching for the target. His real dragon palm was too domineering, and no one could block its edge. When Zhou Xue appeared in front of him, Fang Wang did not let go, as if the two of them didn't know each other.

Zhou Xue actually faced off against him!

boom--

The two palms struck each other, and a strong wind suddenly rose. Fang Wang frowned. He felt a sinister spiritual power, like a poisonous snake that wanted to erode his Xuanyang spiritual power. Fortunately, his Xuanyang spiritual power was strong enough.

Master Snooze couldn't help but look at Zhou Xue, his eyes lit up, secretly thinking that he was another genius.

He directly included Zhou Xue among the sword-wielding disciples.

As soon as this thought came out, Zhou Xue vomited blood and flew backwards, falling several feet away. She tried to get up several times but failed.

Fang Wang really admired her, her acting skills were natural.

With that pair of palms just now, he was almost certain that Zhou Xue was not weaker than him.

Thinking about it carefully, it is impossible for Zhou Xue to pass on her strongest skills to him. If he is reborn, it is impossible to cultivate a person stronger than himself.

You can take care of your clan members, but it only makes them better. You cannot devote all your efforts to letting them grow to the point where they lose control.

Once Zhou Xue was defeated, the remaining people were no match for him. Most of them were at the fifth to eighth levels of the Qi-nourishing realm. Only three people reached the ninth level of the Qi-nourishing realm. Among them were Gu Li and the man in black. .

Soon, only the man in black was left fighting Fang Wang. This man's movement was so outstanding that Fang Wang was unable to hit him in a short time.

The man in black felt the same way, and was even more depressed. As soon as his spell came close to Fang Wang, it was scattered by the fireball behind Fang Wang's head, and had no effect. After the two fought for more than ten rounds, Fang Wang's True Dragon Palm The attack came from a tricky angle. Caught off guard, the man in black subconsciously palmed his hand.

This pair is a loser!

After falling to the ground, the man in black clutched his chest, spit out a mouthful of blood, and lost the ability to fight.

Fang Wang turned around and looked at Gu Li, who had not made any move. Gu Li was watching the battle from a distance. Feeling his gaze, she shook her head slightly to give up.

"good very good!"

Master Snooze laughed loudly and shouted: "Fang Wang, promoted to direct disciple, is the first new disciple of Taiyuan Sect since the founding of the sect to become a direct disciple!"

His voice echoed under the sky, and the Taiyuan Sect disciples who were watching the battle looked at Fang Wang with complicated eyes.

The Taiyuan Sect values ​​not only cultivation talent, but also combat talent, and the two are often inseparable.

Master Snooze has begun to look forward to what kind of grade Baoling will be after Fang Wang has created the spirit. Can he catch up with that kid?