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, raised his hand and pulled out a thin sword from his back. It was two fingers wide, but four feet long, and the blade flashed with cold light.

"Then try it!" Gu Li said firmly, and she raised the sword and pointed it 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, slashing out with a sword, and the sword energy was crisscrossed, killing Fang Wang unstoppably, rolling up dust along the way.

Fang Wang's right hand swung violently, and the flying sword burst out with an extremely terrifying speed, like a cold light, tearing the sword energy in front of it, 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, and 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. When he saw other people moving their steps and surrounding 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 erupted 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.

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Xuan Yang Shen Jing!

Zhou Xue claimed that she had not practiced it before ascending, that was to scare Fang Wang, in fact, she had practiced Xuan Yang Shen Jing 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 trained the Xuanyang nerve to such a level in just over a month...

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

In this life, Fang Wang survived, and the world would change.

Although Zhou Xue felt incredible, she was not unacceptable. After all, she had ascended and had seen more evil beings.

"Go!"

The black-clothed man wearing a bamboo hat spoke first. While speaking, he slapped the ground, and the bookcase behind him opened, and a series of black arrows shot at Fang Wang.

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.

In an instant, colorful light enveloped Fang Wang.

Fang Wang's eyes condensed, and his right hand clenched into a fist. The three fireballs behind his head suddenly exploded, turning into a raging sea of ​​fire that swept away, dispersing spells and magic weapons in all directions. The waves of fire rose, which was extremely spectacular.

The next second, Fang Wang rushed out with the Jueying Step. He was no longer afraid of any fire after reaching the ninth level of Xuanyang Nerve. It only took him three steps to get in front of a cultivator.

He struck out with a palm, as fast as the wind and as powerful as thunder.

Bang!

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

Fang Wang turned around and swept his leg to kick the female cultivator next to him. He was not only a cultivator, but also a martial artist. His physical body reacted very quickly. His spiritual power was condensed on his right leg, and he kicked the opponent's face directly, causing the opponent to 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 it was impossible to maintain such a fighting intensity for a long time.

The spiritual power of Xuanyang Shenzong was extremely overbearing. Fang Wang used Xuanyang spiritual power to perform martial arts True Dragon Palm. What he performed was not dragon-shaped true qi, but a spectacular fire dragon, which raged all the way and defeated several monks.

The black-clothed man wearing a bamboo hat came behind Fang Wang and wanted to attack him by surprise. As a result, Fang Wang dodged with the Absolute Shadow Step, and the long staff in his hand hit nothing.

Fang Wang turned around and used the True Dragon Palm, but he dodged it, but the monks behind him could not dodge it.

Several people were knocked away and burned all over.

The Taiyuan Sect disciples who were watching the battle took action to rescue these new disciples who were burned by the fire. However, they were horrified to find that the fire was not easy to put out, and they had to use magic.

Fortunately, the flames suddenly disappeared, which made them feel relieved.

This was done by Fang Wang. The ninth level of Xuanyang Shenzong could allow him to control the Xuanyang True Fire to the limit, and he was 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 be approached by him.

Fang Wang was as fast as a sharp arrow, constantly looking for a target. His True Dragon Palm was too domineering, and no one could stop it. When Zhou Xue appeared in front of him, Fang Wang did not let her go, as if they did not know each other.

Zhou Xue actually fought him!

Boom——

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

The sleepy real person could not help but look at Zhou Xue, his eyes lit up, and secretly thought that he was another genius.

He directly classified Zhou Xue as a sword-wielding disciple.

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

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

In the previous pair of palms, he was almost sure that Zhou Xue was not inferior to him.

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

He can take care of his clansmen, but he can only make them better. It is impossible to give his all and let them grow to the point of losing control.

Once Zhou Xue is defeated, the remaining people are no match for him. Most of them are at the fifth to eighth levels of the Yangqi Realm. Only three people have reached the ninth level of the Yangqi Realm, including Gu Li and the man in black.

Soon, only the man in black was left to fight Fang Wang. This guy's body movement was extremely outstanding, which made Fang Wang 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 spells approached Fang Wang, they were shattered 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 came at a tricky angle. Unprepared, the man in black subconsciously faced his palm.

This pair is defeated!

Falling to the ground, the man in black covered his chest, spit out blood, and lost his ability to fight.

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

"Good! Very good!"

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

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

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

Sleepy Master has begun to look forward to what grade Fang Wang's treasure spirit will be after shaping his spirit, and whether he can catch up with that kid?