Fairy, I really am a villain!

Just like what his butler said to him when he was a child, 'The young master's temperament is not suitable for wandering the world, but is suitable for attending court.'

He couldn't even hold the knife when facing Fang Qingxiao, but he had a way to make this woman disappear completely.

Xia Tianxing wore a cloak and hood, hiding his face in the shadows, and waited leisurely for the person he had an appointment with.

Not long after, a man in a monk's robe walked into the alley. He was a handsome monk.

Yes, this man deserves the word handsome - with oily hair and powdered face, he wears a red and gold cassock, with his arms half exposed. If you don't say that he has a solemn appearance, then at least he has a feminine and evil charm.

Maitreya sect, son of Buddha.

"How come it's the Buddha's disciple who has come in person?" Xia Tianxing smiled heartily and took off his hood.

"Because there are many donors who are quite interesting here," the Buddhist also smiled, "Donor Xia is one of them."

"You evil monk, do you still have a crush on Long Yang?"

"The harmony of yin and yang is the great way, Mr. Xia, you are joking," the Buddhist said, and then got to the point, "I wonder if Mr. Xia succeeded in getting that elegant and kind-hearted swordswoman?"

"I have my own plans. This time I contacted you not for this matter." Xia Tianxing waved his hand and told him his plan.

In his eyes, Fang Xiwen was already dead. If he didn't come back, he would die physically, and if he came back, he would die socially. However, Fang Qingxiao had dragged out this process for too long, and he was afraid that something might happen.

Therefore, the most correct approach at the moment is to remove this obstacle first.

"I learned from the Sword Sect disciples that she practices swordplay every night in a house in the east of the city, alone. At this time, most of the elders in the outer scene have been sent out by her to find people, and the defense is extremely empty."

For a man of his status and ambition, it is not difficult to obtain similar intelligence.

"Great." A fiery light flashed in the Buddhist's eyes, and he clapped his hands and laughed.

"I suspect she can already fight Half-Step Outer Scene, so you'd better be careful." Xia Tianxing knew that this kind of comment would only make the other party more hungry, so he said it deliberately.

Sure enough, the Buddhist disciple said goodbye and left immediately.

Xia Tianxing returned to the training hall, knowing that Fang Qingxiao might never come back, so he had no worries at this moment, and directly slammed the table, "Where is the training hall steward?"

"Xia Tianxing, what do you want?" Yue Zhengfang had been recuperating in the sword hall just to guard against him. "The matter of the Third Young Master has not been concluded yet, and the Senior Sister hasn't spoken yet, how dare you speak nonsense!"

"Fang Xingyun is her brother. How can we let the case stand still just because she intentionally shields him?" Xia Tianxing seemed righteous.

Seeing this, Yue Zhengfang fell silent. The eldest sister would definitely protect the third son, and everyone knew about this, but why would Xia Tianxing bring this up in the open?

He is no longer afraid of the senior sister, why?

After hanging out with Fang Xiwen for a while, this dull man also became shrewd. He immediately gave a look to let the man out, slammed the table and stood up, "What do you mean by intentionally shielding someone? As long as this matter is not resolved, the Third Young Master is innocent!"

"How can he be innocent if he knows such evil magic to manipulate blood evil?"

Indeed, no matter how Yue Zhengfang and others argued, this was always a hurdle that could not be circumvented.

At this time, Lan Xuewen stood up and said, "Whether it is an evil method or a righteous method, it is righteous if it is used righteously. A righteous and kind person like Mr. Fang does not need people like you to interfere!"

"well said!"

This was a legitimate argument, and many of the Sword Sect's disciples in the Sword Hall applauded.

Seeing her defending Fang Xiwen so much, Xia Tianxing's eyes flashed with sternness, "That's not necessarily true! Do you know how many innocent girls the Third Young Master has harmed?

He was just pretending—"

boom!

The door of the training hall was kicked open by someone, and the person shouted, "Xia Tianxing, come and die!"

Chapter 112 How dare you!

"Xia Tian, ​​come and die!"

This clear and sinister voice sounded, and many people in the training hall looked over. Yue Zhengfang also stood up from his chair excitedly, "Xiwen, you are okay!"

However there was no response.

The man in a straight blue shirt walked in directly. Fang Xiwen looked around, his eyes stayed on the position above him, and his tone was cold: "Where is my sister?"

"My eldest sister is practicing sword in the training room in the east of the city and has not returned yet," Lan Xuewen answered the question. She keenly noticed that something was wrong with him and hesitated, "Master Fang...are you okay?"

The man shook his head and did not give Xia Tianxing time to react. He directly left the training hall and headed straight for the east of the city.

Yunzhong City has always had a night market, with lanterns hanging high on the street and people coming and going, making it very lively.

Seeing this, he simply climbed onto the eaves and used the Shuying Tianzhi Technique. The whole person seemed like a twisted shadow, moving rapidly above.

"Eh?" A mature and hoarse voice sounded in his ears, as if there was a woman accompanying him on the journey, "You also know Shuying Tianzhi?

It was taught by the Young Master...You learn so quickly?"

"I learned it secretly. I have a good understanding."

Fang Xiwen answered calmly. Halfway through the journey, a sharp sword force suddenly rose into the sky from a distance, tearing through the clouds, as if Fang Qingxiao was fighting with some powerful enemy.

Seeing this, he stopped in his tracks and bowed to the void beside him, "I would like to ask Senior Tianquan to help me. I owe Xinggong a favor for this matter."

"When you owe the young master one," a graceful female figure was outlined beside him, Tianquan yawned, charming and charming, "The six orifices cultivation, the sword intent can almost resonate with the heaven and earth, Ling Yue back then was no more than this..."

Only the lingering sound remains, but the person is completely gone.

In the east of the city, there is a training room.

The layout here is almost the same as the one in Jingshui City. After all, there are only a few things here - swords, clothes, cabinets, secret books...

But the most important "thing" was missing, but Fang Qingxiao had no choice.

Just as she was about to draw her sword, she felt a sense of disharmony, so Fang Qingxiao suppressed all her chaotic thoughts and questioned the sword, herself, and her true heart.

Then, she sensed a hint of the breath of yin and yang, and immediately her sword intent burst out.

Then, countless sword energies directly shattered the training room, forcing out a figure in a cassock in the corner!

"Nine Apertures?" Fang Qingxiao's eyes were calm. The man in white clothes held the sword and turned his head slightly. "Outdoor scene?"

"As expected of Fairy Ling Jian, she is truly amazing," a fat-headed and big-eared monk stood out, his face as naive as Maitreya Buddha, his eyes burning as he raised his palm in salute, "Only the essence of a woman like this is worthy of being the furnace cauldron of our young master."

As he spoke, the feminine-looking Buddhist smiled and said, "Donor Fang, I am honored to meet you—"

Zheng!

Before he finished speaking, a sound wave exploded. Even though the fat monk tried his best, the Buddhist disciple was shocked and vomited blood and flew backwards!

"Yun, Yun Palace Tianyin!" The fat monk was startled and turned his head suddenly.

"What a fuss, you bald ass!" A tall, charming "big" sister suddenly appeared in front of Fang Qingxiao, clapped her hands, put her hands on her hips and cursed: "What's the big deal about bullying a little girl who has just come to her senses? Why don't you come and take my essence!"

"Tianquan? Why are you here?!"

"I'm here to take care of you bunch of bald donkeys!" Tian Quan let out a "ha" and with a wave of her white hand, the solemn sound of killing rang out.

It was like the thousands of shouts and cries on an ancient battlefield, condensing into a murderous roar!

"Young Master, let's retreat quickly!" The fat monk didn't even dare to say a word. He waved his sleeves and took the Buddhist disciple away. The monk was shocked so much that blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. He broke through the wall and fled in a hurry.

There is still an elder from the Xuanxiao Sect in charge of Yunzhong City. They were able to buy some time when they were chatting leisurely just now, but now that Tian Quan has shown up to act as a guarantee, they can only run away.

Poor Buddhist, who was ranked eleventh on the human list, was fully capable of fighting Fang Qingxiao head-on, but he could not even utter a harsh word and had to retreat in embarrassment.

"Ha, a bunch of stray dogs." Looking at their fleeing backs, Tian Quan sneered.

Seeing that the storm had subsided, Fang Qingxiao still did not have too many emotional fluctuations. She just bowed and said, "Thank you, Senior Tianquan."

"Hey, you are the eldest sister of the Sword Sect, right?" Tian Quan was quite interested in her attitude and came up to look at her face carefully. "Why don't you have any ideas on how to slay demons and monsters?"

"Although Xinggong belongs to the Demonic Sect, the senior has done me a favor. And I can't defeat him for now." Fang Qingxiao was very honest.

Hearing this, Tian Quan laughed again, looked into the distance, and smiled, "Girl, you have a very similar temper to me, but I won't save people for nothing because of this.

If you want to thank someone, go thank your younger brother. He has done you a big favor.

You two don’t look particularly alike…”

As he spoke, Tian Quan transformed into a streak of bright light and flew away before the Xuan Xiao Sect’s bully arrived, leaving Fang Qingxiao, who looked a little dazed, standing there.

What she just said... Was it Xiwen who saved me?

What Xia Tianxing said was true, so how could he be hanging out with people from Xinggong?

And according to Tianquan, he also came to Yunzhong City...

Why don't you come to see me?

Fang Qingxiao felt a little anxious, so she immediately left the training room and hurried towards the training hall.

...

...

Boom!

A phonograph stone was smashed to the ground, rolled around, and began to play the confession of the Blood-Cloaked Cult members for the third time.

The gist of the confession was that they had joined forces with the Maitreya Sect, and that the Maitreya Sect had an insider in the Righteous Alliance, who could, on the one hand, help interfere with the righteous young heroes' search for the Blood God Stone, and on the other hand, use the young heroes' lives to fill the blood evil spirit.

"So, who is the traitor?" A clear voice like an oriole rang out.

"Yes, it's the young master of the Sword Forging Villa, Xia Tianxing! Ahh ...

This passage was played three times, and the entire training hall was dead silent.

Everyone's eyes were red as they looked at Xia Tianxing, who barely maintained a calm demeanor, his hand holding the tea trembling slightly, "I wonder where did the Third Young Master get this?"

"Are you pretending to be your mother?"

Fang Xiwen ignored him and kicked the sound stone directly, hitting Xia Tianxing in the face. The latter rolled over and stood up, "Why don't you answer?

Anyone can forge this thing, what's the point! "

“Just find someone?” The man sneered, took out something and threw it on the ground.

Boom!

A human head made a dull sound and rolled all the way in front of Xia Tianxing, its bulging eyes staring straight at him.

Bang, bang, bang!

Tokens, warrants, uniforms, doctrines, secret books...one after another bloody thing was thrown out, and the human head was buried like a hill.

"Still casual?"