Chapter 572: Level 10

"Fellow Daoist, rest assured..."

For Old Man Lv's stance, Fang Xing was still quite surprised.

After all, this is the rhythm of protecting himself to the death.

This old man actually has quite a bit of confidence in his ability to break through to the seventh level of Qi Sensing.

Of course, it could also be helplessness.

After all, the strongest combat power on Poison Dragon Slope now, the black snake, is still in his grasp.

'It's also possible that he is deliberately paralyzing me, and then looking for an opportunity to kill me? To eliminate future troubles?'

Fang Xing never hesitated to speculate on others with the worst malice.

For the five families of the Dongfeng, is there any difference between having their foundation taken away by the Fei family and having it taken away by himself?

A few days later, the Fei family really sent a paper crane.

It mentioned that Poison Dragon Slope needed to provide effort, and this year's offerings could be exempted.

In the end, it was Old Man Lv who took Lin Xu to fight.

It is said that this time, the Xu family of Clear Wind Hollow, the Yin family of Three Moon Pool, and the 'White Bone Alliance' did not escape.

Even the Song family of Green Water Bay was forced to send out a few experts.

Compared to this, Poison Dragon Slope was still considered to have received some 'preferential treatment'.

On this day.

Night.

On the bamboo bed, Fang Xing sat cross-legged, his hands pinching different magic seals.

"Swift!"

Suddenly...

Strands of cyan flowing light entered his body, making Fang Xing's own mana become restrained.

That trace of baleful aura was hidden and not released, making his aura fall back to the level of the fifth or sixth level of Qi Sensing.

"The Art of Qi Restraint is just an auxiliary spell... I practiced it a little, and it entered the entry stage."

Fang Xing glanced at the attribute panel:

【Art of Qi Restraint (Entry 5/100)】

"Art of Qi Restraint entry, at most covers one or two levels of one's own cultivation. At the proficient stage, it's four or five levels? At the mastery stage, one can disguise as an ordinary person, and no Qi Sensing realm can see through the flaws... The master level has a certain probability of hiding from the Dao Foundation realm."

"Can't ask for too much, after all, it's just a shallow method..."

"And, after reaching the grandmaster level, I will be able to master it thoroughly and push through the old to bring forth the new."

Fang Xing was pondering when his expression suddenly changed: "Oh? There really is someone who doesn't believe in evil?"

His throat moved, making a hissing sound.

Outside the room, a bamboo green snake immediately slithered and came to a gravel slope.

Hiss!

In the darkness, two huge vertical pupils suddenly opened, and a pitch-black giant python several feet long crawled out.

This black snake had shed its skin again, and now it should be called a black python, and it had refined a mouthful of poisonous baleful aura. Once sprayed, even a master at the seventh level of Qi Sensing wouldn't dare to take it head-on.

It spat out its tongue, touched the bamboo green snake, immediately turned over, and disappeared into the bamboo shadows...

Outside the bamboo forest.

A figure was standing silently, scanning the Dongfeng, and then glanced at the West Slope bamboo forest: "I heard that the spiritual planter of Poison Dragon Slope has the best craftsmanship... Today I'll come to see, first try to invite, if they don't agree, then just kill them..."

His figure turned into a wisp of smoke and fell into the bamboo forest.

Suddenly!

A huge black shadow descended from the sky!

"Is it that demon snake?!"

The figure's hand moved, and a small golden shield emerged.

Even so, his whole person was knocked flying like a cannonball, smashing onto a rock.

If it weren't for a mass of baleful aura protecting his body, he might have directly broken his tendons and bones and died.

"Good beast!"

The figure suffered a dark loss and cursed angrily. His left hand emerged with a wine jar, throwing it into mid-air.

His right hand struck a palm, and a strand of baleful aura flew out, shattering the wine jar.

Sizzle!

A strong smell of realgar wine spread out.

This was not pure spiritual wine, but also carried spiritual medicine.

Urged by the baleful aura, it immediately turned into a mass of red-yellow cloud energy.

The black snake landed in the cloud energy, and its tendons and bones immediately became soft, as if even its scales became lazy.

"Hmph, I knew Poison Dragon Slope had this poisonous snake guarding it... How could I not be prepared?"

The figure appeared under the moonlight, revealing an old face.

He was about to continue his action when he suddenly felt a chill on his feet.

"What is it?"

In great shock, the old man discovered that at some point, a thick layer of Cold White Ants had appeared on the ground. Their temperament was cruel, and even seeing their own kind killed by the protective baleful aura, they flew forward one after another, and constantly sprayed wisps of cold mist from between their two saw-like teeth.

This mist merged with the baleful aura, actually dissipating each other.

The remaining Cold White Ants swarmed up, drilling through the golden shield, biting holes in the baleful aura, and then drilling into the old man's legs, biting them into a thousand holes in an instant...

"What kind of poisonous insect is this?"

The old man was terrified. He had great decisiveness, and a dagger appeared in his hand.

Sizzle!

A flash of blood, and the two thighs were broken from the middle.

He raised his hand and struck a palm, relying on the force of the palm to retreat continuously.

In terms of decisiveness of character, he could be considered a figure.

But the next instant, a fierce tiger suddenly emerged on the only path he had to retreat!

Just like a fierce tiger lying on a wild hill, hiding its claws and teeth and enduring!

Swish!

A claw light suddenly appeared, and the mana with a snake-shaped baleful aura directly tore the old man's chest. "I?!"

The old man hadn't spoken yet, and his head was exploded by Fang Xing's tiger claw.

"Villains always die of talking too much, so I usually kill people and then talk..."

Fang Xing maintained the tiger demon form of Wild Shape, silently sensing the changes in the tiger body: "Hmm? The cultivation path of this world and the Druid are two systems, but after performing the Mountain Lord transformation, I can actually still use mana? This is interesting..."

He suddenly opened his mouth, and the strange aura lingering around the Mountain Lord's body immediately stepped forward, dragging a hazy figure out of the old man's corpse.

In terms of form, it was surprisingly very similar to the old man before!

"Ghost of the Tiger's Victim!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Fang Xing's mouth: "My Mountain Lord form finally has a subordinate... Who are you? Why did you come to assassinate me?"

"I..."

The old man's soul felt a sense of confusion and could not resist Fang Xing's command at all, so he could only say: "I am the leader of the Seven Righteous Ones of the Song family — Song Zhong. I received information that Tie Luo Sanren had fallen into the Mang Mountain mission, so I specifically came over, preparing to kidnap the spiritual planter of Poison Dragon Slope, or kill him..."

Song Zhong answered whatever was asked.

"The leader of the Seven Righteous Ones of the Song family?"

(Note: Garbled text.)

Fang Xing identified him again, and only then did he faintly remember that this person seemed to have been seen at the time of the God-Inviting Alliance oath.

It was just that the other party was high-spirited at that time, but now he was incomparably old, like an ox or horse whose spine had been bent by life. He actually didn't recognize him immediately.

However, he had guessed it long ago, and it couldn't escape those few families, so he wasn't too surprised.

"Then how did you get your information?"

"Fei family, Fei Wu!"

Song Zhong replied numbly.

Fang Xing asked a few more questions, then changed back to human form, touched his chin: "This is interesting... This competition for the Fei family head, I'm afraid it's a trap..."

A few months later.

Tie Luo Sanren returned to Poison Dragon Slope covered in scars. Even Fang Xing was alarmed and went to visit, gifting quite a few healing berries.

As for Green Water Bay, everything was as usual, and it seemed that nothing had happened.

It seemed that the other six Righteous Ones had joined forces to hide the news of Song Zhong's death.

They did so, and Fang Xing was happy to be low-key and would not take the initiative to stand up and admit that he had killed someone.

Therefore, the Green Dawn Swamp strangely returned to calm.

And soon, the new family head of the Fei family was selected.

It was not Fei Shentong, who had the highest voice originally, but the medicine garden steward Fei Cai!

For a time, everyone on Poison Dragon Slope was jubilant, all looking forward to a better future.

In a trance, another five years of time passed in a hurry.

"No! I won't marry!"

The girl's stubborn voice echoed in the thousand-acre bamboo sea.

Song Yunyun had now grown into a pitiful little beauty. At this time, she was in a snow dress, with teary eyes, enough to move the heart of a stubborn stone.

Pity, Fang Xing opposite her was still expressionless, wearing a fur robe, looking at a Green Spiritual Bamboo in front of him.

'Five years... the bamboo sea has expanded to a thousand acres. Now I can feel that even if I don't cultivate, the Druid experience will increase significantly every day...'

Fang Xing stroked the bamboo, then turned his head, looking at the girl somewhat helplessly:

"Yunyun... if you want to say you won't marry, tell your mother... what's the use of telling me?"

"Uncle Fang... please go and talk to my mother." Song Yunyun didn't give up: "I won't marry into the Fei family."

On the surface, Fang Xing's relationship with Song Yunqian was very average. Song Yunyun begging him here was clearly a case of being sick and throwing the doctor away.

"You... do you know you're afraid now?" Fang Xing looked at Song Yunyun, somewhat hating that iron wouldn't become steel: "Elder Qingmu Ridge recruited disciples at the beginning of the year. It was originally an excellent opportunity. You went too, but you weren't selected..."

Song Yunyun cried: "I didn't want to either. It wasn't so strict in the past. Who knew that this time, not only did they require the fourth level of Qi Sensing cultivation, but the assessment of skills was even stricter..."

Fang Xing looked at Song Yunyun, feeling her cultivation was still at the third level of Qi Sensing, somewhat speechless: "Although the early stage of Qi Sensing to the middle stage is a small bottleneck... but you were at the second level of Qi Sensing five years ago, and you have actually been trapped at the third level of Qi Sensing..."

Song Yunqian had been pushing her hard, but in the end, it seemed to have triggered a rebellious psychology. This time, it was a case of the chicken flying and the egg breaking.

Pity, Song Yunyun forgot that if her own strength was insufficient, her mother would try to find a powerful husband's family for her to compensate.