Chapter 57: Robber

"Warrior?"

Just losing his mind for a moment, two brothers died.

The big tiger was shocked and looked at the person who came.

He saw a silver-clad youth, holding a blade and sword, standing indifferently beside the third tiger's corpse, smiling at Ding Bushan and his granddaughter.

"Fellow Daoist Hongxiu, long time no see!"

Fang Xing greeted.

"You... you are?"

Ding Hongxiu felt this person was a bit familiar, as if she had seen him a long time ago.

If it were Fang Xing's original appearance, she would definitely be able to recognize him.

But Fang Xing chose to disguise himself before taking action this time, becoming the image of just entering the Green Forest Market.

This was naturally for safety!

After all, his later image was related to Chen Yi's death, and he had taken action to kill in the market, so he might have been wanted by the Qingxuan Sect long ago!

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

Fang Xing reminded with a smile.

"It's you!?" A trace of joy flashed across Ding Hongxiu's face.

And Ding Bushan, in the joy of surviving the disaster, also carried a trace of shame.

He had looked down on others in every way back then, and even compared him with that handsome young master later, but he didn't expect that in a crisis, he would still receive help from others.

Ding Bushan looked at the corpses of the second and third tigers, his expression becoming serious again.

Although the second tiger was gone, the big tiger was the most difficult to deal with!

"In the market, there is actually such a powerful warrior?"

The big tiger looked at Fang Xing, his expression becoming incomparably solemn: "You killed my two sworn brothers and made me have to find two more. How do you plan to compensate me?"

Although this warrior's martial arts were powerful, the big tiger was not very afraid.

After all, he was a body-refining cultivator, his body was strong, and he had long reached the realm of not fearing ordinary low-grade magic tools!

Body-refining cultivators, as a sect among cultivators, were actually relatively niche.

They also need spiritual roots to get started, and their daily cultivation mainly uses spiritual energy to temper their bodies, not mana!

The big tiger had reached the point where he could compete with late Qi Condensation cultivators with pure body-refining cultivation, which was rare in the market.

Of course, cultivating to such a realm does not mean his physique can ignore high-grade magic tools!

If he could ignore high-grade magic tools and catch them with his bare hands, that would be almost equivalent to being invincible in the Qi Condensation stage!

In fact, he could catch low-grade magic tools with his bare hands, which was not bad.

To temper the body to the point of not fearing magic tools, that would require at least a second-order body cultivator comparable to a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Even so, facing the spiritual tool attack of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, a second-order body cultivator still has to be wary.

According to the big tiger's current strength, he can basically ignore low-grade magic tools. If it is a mid-grade magic tool driven by a mid-stage Qi Condensation cultivator, he has to be careful and cannot be hit in vital parts.

If it is a late-stage Qi Condensation master driving a high-grade magic tool, he dare not catch it.

Of course, ordinary late-stage Qi Condensation cultivators facing high-grade magic tool attacks, if there is no defense, will die instantly, but he can support a few more times.

Combined with some means of body cultivators, if he fights an ordinary late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator, he has a great chance of winning.

Now he is just facing a warrior, although the other party looks powerful, the big tiger still believes in himself.

Late-stage Qi Condensation facing a warrior is invincible!

Not to mention that he is stronger than ordinary late-stage Qi Condensation, and is a body-refining cultivator, a mere blood-refined magic tool is at most comparable to low-grade, and can already be ignored!

Ding Bushan obviously saw this point and reminded hurriedly: "Fellow Daoist, be careful, among the Black Absolute Three Tigers, the big tiger is the strongest, his flesh does not fear low-grade magic tools!"

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

The big tiger looked at Fang Xing: "Your strength is not bad, you have a good hand in attacking cultivators, why not come and be my second brother? Anyway, those two useless people are dead, and I have to find someone to replace them... If you agree, I can spare these two today!"

"Be a robber? Impossible..."

Fang Xing shook his head and refused; he was here to increase actual combat experience, not to rob.

"Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit... thinking that a mere warrior, mastering a few mental secret arts, can take action against cultivators..."

The big tiger sneered, and black Qi overflowed around him.

This is the body-refining technique he practiced—"Five Tigers Body-Refining Technique", which requires hunting demonic tigers, taking their essence blood and soul, and refining them into his own body.

When the technique is pushed to the limit, it can even form a 'Tiger Soul', guarding the body, sweeping away all evil, and also has a defensive effect against mental attacks!

Roar roar!

The black Qi gathered, vaguely turning into a black tiger, attached to his body, causing his body to expand, and a pitch-black 'King' character rune appeared on his head.

Not only that, the big tiger also took out a 'Calm Heart Talisman' and pasted it directly on himself.

As a body cultivator, he naturally has mana, and all items of cultivators can be used without hindrance.

Although he said he wasn't afraid, the big tiger was actually a bit wary of the means Fang Xing used to make him lose his mind for a moment before.

After fully operating the technique, he used a talisman to protect his mind.

At this time, he was confident that even if a perfection Qi Condensation cultivator used a special magic tool to attack his spiritual sense, he wouldn't be afraid!

"Are you ready?"

Fang Xing's silver clothes fluttered, and the blade and sword in his hand roared suddenly!

In an instant, Ding Bushan and Ding Hongxiu fell into a trance state again.

But the big tiger only lost his mind for a moment, and his eyes regained focus.

"Awoo!"

The tiger-shaped black Qi lingering around him let out a roar and actually took action first.

Two pitch-black mana giant palms surrounded Fang Xing one after another.

"The mental influence of the Extreme Emotion Sword Art and the Ghost God Blade has little effect on him?"

Fang Xing was still calm, the blade and sword in his hand crossed, and the sharpness of nothing-not-slashed and one-sword-breaking-method were harmoniously combined. The blade light and sword glow slashed at the two mana giant hands, twisting them into powder.

"Sure enough... A-grade martial arts are mainly to protect one's own spirit, plus my learning is not refined... it seems reasonable that it is difficult to influence cultivators at this level?"

"The tiger roar of this cultivator should also have the effect of shaking the spirit, and it has no effect on me, which is proof!"

After shattering the two mana giant hands, his figure flashed, like a cloud dragon turning nine times, and he had already bullied himself within seven feet of the big tiger!

A warrior, within three steps, can defeat a country!

Seven feet for Fang Xing now is simply as fast as a thought!

The next instant, the blade and sword roared together!

The blade light and sword glow exploded, forming a dragon-tiger double kill, twisting past the tiger-shaped black Qi.

The Tiger Soul in the void whimpered and dissipated directly.

Swish swish!

The blade and sword crossed, leaving white marks on the big tiger's sturdy arms.

The big tiger sneered, opened his big hand, and grabbed the tip of the blade!

Fang Xing frowned, the Ink-Patterned Sword had already landed on the big tiger's throat, revealing a trace of blood.

Crack!

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

The Ink-Patterned Sword was safe and sound, and the tip of the sword still carried a trace of blood.

And that hundred-refined steel blade bought casually in the market had already broken into two pieces!

"Being able to hurt me with a low-grade magic tool, you are enough to be proud!"

The big tiger wiped the blood on his neck and chewed the tip of the blade into his mouth like beans.

Chewing gold and iron raw!

If this behavior were seen by the martial arts people in the secular world, everyone would question their eyes, thinking they had seen a martial arts myth!

After trying Fang Xing's sword technique, the big tiger's sneer became even more intense.

He had already confirmed that although this warrior's strength was not bad, it was difficult to pose a life threat to him.

Especially for body-refining cultivators, the enemy is difficult to break through, which is enough to prove the advantage!

"I gave you a chance before and you didn't want it, now go die!"

The big tiger put on two fist gloves at the magic tool level; this kind of magic tool suitable for body-refining warriors is also very expensive in the market.

He roared and his figure was like a huge black tiger, pouncing on Fang Xing!

Fang Xing sighed, threw away the steel blade in his hand, and the Ink-Patterned Sword seemed to turn into a heavy rain, falling down.

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

The two figures crossed several times, and the sword body and fist gloves didn't touch even once, making the big tiger feel like he wanted to vomit blood.

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

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

This small flag was pitch black, but there was a snow-white skull embroidery on it, lifelike, and ghost fire seemed to be emerging from the white eye sockets...

"Demonic magic tool?"

Ding Bushan, who was watching the battle, heard this and already wanted to pull Ding Hongxiu and run for his life.

"Really can't afford to lose, forget it..."

Fang Xing glanced at the attribute column:

【Extreme Emotion Sword Art: 96/100 (Entry)】

"It was originally to practice sword with you, it's not bad to be able to increase a little proficiency..."

He had a silver firearm in his hand, aiming at the big tiger's head.

Swish!

A silver-white laser flashed, and the big tiger's headless corpse fell to the ground.

"No matter how high the cultivation is, one shot will still knock you down!"

Fang Xing blew the muzzle and put away the laser gun, looking at Ding Bushan and his granddaughter.

"What a powerful magic tool!"

Ding Bushan's pupils shrank: 'This power is no less than a Sky Thunder Seed, but there is no mana fluctuation... That big tiger didn't die unjustly!'

Any magic tool has mana fluctuations when used in actual combat, and cultivators have sharp eyes and ears, perhaps they can't dodge the laser, but they can dodge the muzzle!

After all, no matter how good a laser gun is, it needs someone to operate it.

If it were a Foundation Establishment cultivator, divine sense could easily lock onto Fang Xing now, and dodge the muzzle before Fang Xing fired!

But this leader of the Black Absolute Three Tigers was obviously careless, or believed too much in his physique, and the result was being shot in the head, dead and unable to die again.

Ding Bushan was uneasy, took his granddaughter, and bowed deeply: "The old man and granddaughter thank the Fellow Daoist for the great kindness of saving their lives!"

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

Fang Xing came out this time to find a cultivator to ask about the market situation and practice actual combat by the way.

Since he met an acquaintance, he naturally didn't mind pulling a hand casually.

"By the way, I have been practicing outside, I don't know how the Green Forest Market is now?"

He looked at Ding Bushan, his eyes burning.

"Green Forest Market... it's chaotic recently, because that secret realm was born, the Qingxuan Sect's law enforcement team's strength dropped, and there were many more robbers... sigh..."

Ding Bushan was full of bitterness, he, this kind of serious spirit farmer, looked down on those robbers without technical content. ===== CHAPTER 58 =====