Ninth-level fairy

Du Fang was walking alone on the stairs going down the mountain. Many disciples were coming down the mountain. When they met him on the way, the inner disciples all retreated to the side, lowered their heads respectfully, and did not dare to look at Du Fang. They tried their best to suppress their respect and asked:

"Big Brother, good!"

Du Fang also pursed his lips and lowered his head, nodding to the disciple who greeted him.

At the beginning, Du Fang was not very accustomed to the vanity and glory brought about by this sudden change of identity.

He had been in the outer sect for seven years, and with three months left before he was about to be expelled from the sect, he suddenly entered the inner sect and became the leader of three thousand disciples, respected by everyone.

He has suffered a lot of bullying and insults over the years.

Du Fang raised his head and looked towards the sea in the north.

He knew in his heart that all this was thanks to that fairy flower, the fairy flower given to him by Brother Mo.

Just when he was feeling proud and complacent——

Suddenly, a harsh gaze came from behind him, staring at the back of his head, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He could sense the strong murderous aura, which was gained from seven years of valuable experience of going down the mountain to slay demons. Du Fang did not look back.

He didn't need to look back to know that the owner of this gaze was Senior Brother Fang. As the only two Purple Spirit Towers in Lingxiao Mountain with Li Qingshuang, they were both extremely talented and had always been known as the two prides. They were also four-mirror sword cultivators.

Senior Brother Fang's original name was Fang Cheng. He was the grandson of the chief priest of Lingxiao Mountain. He had a strong bloodline and was blessed with the talent of the Purple Spirit Tower. Among the more than 3,000 disciples, his sword skills were always ranked first.

The elite disciples of the inner sect all respect him as "Big Brother!"

And now, Du Fang, as an outer disciple, suddenly had no merit or reward, but suddenly he was promoted to the eldest senior brother after accompanying his uncle Xuanzhen down the mountain.

Become the leader of three thousand disciples.

Fang Cheng was extremely angry. He had been eyeing the position of leader for many years, but it had always been put aside because he had no achievements.

But now, an outer disciple actually climbed ahead of him.

And he was in the position of his dreams.

This made Fang Cheng feel extremely angry. His grandfather died in this battle, and many of his uncles and other elders also died, but only a second-level outer disciple survived.

This made him even more angry, especially when he saw the woman he liked standing side by side with him and being intimate.

But Fang Cheng did not take direct action.

As a disciple of an aristocratic family, how could he possibly climb to the front without a bit of cunning? What's more, this would seriously weaken his majestic image in Li Qingshuang's eyes.

Fang Cheng snorted coldly, and the two followers behind him immediately started moving.

They have been hanging out with Fangcheng for a long time and are relatives in the city.

Naturally, he would stand up for his elder brother.

Du Fang didn't turn around, but he guessed that the first people coming were definitely two of his acquaintances.

Chen Jia, Ying Xiong.

These two dandy young men, relying on their family's wealth, always occupy two spots in every outer sect sword-fighting competition.

Chen Jia, with a nonchalant look on his face and a dagger in his hand, stood in front of Du Fang.

"Hey, isn't this our Junior Brother Du Fang? He's become quite popular after coming down the mountain. Junior Brother Du Fang, I want to ask you, what kind of magic potion did you give to Senior Uncle Xuan Zhen this time to make you the top disciple?"

"Get out of the way!" Du Fang was extremely disgusted with him.

This kind of disgust was not only because of his family's wealth, but also because, in the past six or seven years, there were many outer disciples with extraordinary talents who, like him, were trapped in commoner status and could not enter the inner sect for further training, and the conditions for entering the inner sect.

The two spots for the fencing duel were always occupied by the two of them.

However, no matter how many spirit stones and elixirs they used, their sword cultivation always remained at the same level. After seven years of learning, they hadn't even learned how to fly a sword.

This made the other outer disciples even more dissatisfied, both mentally and verbally.

How many outer disciples who worked hard to improve themselves were expelled from the sect with hatred. It was not because they did not work hard, but because the path to advancement was blocked by such people. These trash who were far inferior to themselves occupied the positions and refused to come down, completely destroying the outer disciples' hope of struggle.

Du Fang had no place to vent his anger towards this disciple from an aristocratic family.

At this time, it was delivered to us.

He stared at the two of them with a cold smile, not saying a word. He recalled the time when he had given the Green Embryo to his uncle Xuanzhen, and the reason and expression of his anger when he heard about the quota for the sword duel.

He not only felt indignant for himself, but also for those who tried hard but could not enter the inner gate.

But these two short-sighted people happened to spoil his fun.

"I'll say it again! Get out of the way!"

Du Fang gritted his teeth and tried hard to control his anger.

"Where did this big shot come from? How dare you speak like that? It's only your first day up there, and you don't recognize your old friend? If you were to become the sect leader, wouldn't you...?"

Ying Xiong hadn't finished his sarcastic words yet.

Du Fang suddenly reached out and slapped him hard in the face, and kicked him directly down the stairs.

A lot of people immediately gathered around, folding their arms to watch the show.

Du Fang was promoted to the eldest senior brother and became the leader. Many of the disciples in the third and fourth realms were dissatisfied, but they could not make any trouble due to the rules of their sect.

There was something interesting to watch, so people immediately crowded around.

Many people had smiles on their faces, waiting to see Du Fang make a fool of himself.

No one knew the value of the fairy flower. They all thought Du Fang had climbed up the ladder and used a backdoor. Some even started to mock him:

"The crows are flying up to the branches!"

Du Fang glanced at the man coldly, "If you say another word, I will cut off your tongue today!"

The person who spoke immediately retreated into the crowd. He didn't want to be the first to stand out.

And Du Fang's slap just now completely ignited Ying Xiong's anger. He had been spoiled and arrogant since he was a child. In Lingxiao Mountain, the elders and the worshippers all protected him, which made him even more arrogant.

Being slapped in the face in front of so many people, and by someone he despised the most, Du Fang, Ying Xiong was furious. He drew his sword with his backhand, climbed up desperately, and shouted at Chen Jia:

"Go! Kill him!"

The two men drew their swords at the same time and stabbed Du Fang in the heart.

The two swords were ruthless, with the tips of the swords pointing at his neck and heart, and their intention was to kill Du Fang in one go.

Du Fang chuckled, suddenly drew his sword, a cold light flashed, and he showed no mercy.

On the blade of his second-level divine sword, the green light disappeared, revealing two ears and two fingers.

The two men were stunned for a moment, until they realized that their ears and fingers were cut off at the same time, then they screamed in pain and fell to the ground howling.

Fang Cheng's face was grim. He pushed the crowd aside and immediately squeezed in. With a gloomy look, he poured two streams of green aura into the two men's brains, and they immediately fell unconscious.

He cursed softly:

"Two pieces of trash, useless!"

Fang Cheng slowly drew his sword, looked at Du Fang, and said calmly:

"Junior Brother Du Fang, on your first day as the Senior Brother, you've already bullied the outer disciples and crippled them. With such a vicious heart, are you still qualified to be the Chief?"

Du Fang looked at his face and said coldly, "Are you going to stand up for these two losers?"

Although the opponent was two realms lower than himself, Du Fang was not panicked at all. He had plenty of means and methods to deal with such a high-level swordsman. Many monsters stronger than him were defeated by him, especially Fang Cheng, a mere fourth-mirror swordsman.

He still wants to rely on his realm to suppress himself.

"Yes, I am a disciple of Lingxiao, and I should uphold justice for them!"

"What's justice?"

"Cut off your ears and fingers to make amends for your two junior brothers!" Fang Cheng gritted his teeth and slowly raised his flying sword.

Du Fang's face turned cold: "What if I don't? Do you want to take action?" His tone was leisurely.

"You bully my junior brother, so as your senior brother, I have to correct the morale of Lingxiao. I have to teach you a lesson today!"

Fang Cheng slashed with his sword, and countless onlookers retreated in shock, making way for an open space.

Du Fang suddenly smiled and looked at his face: "Should we fight here, or find a wider place?"

"It doesn't matter, anywhere is fine. The best place is the sword fighting arena. There are few people there and no one can get hurt!" Fang Cheng was very confident that he could kill this low-level outer disciple with his sword.

He thought to himself that even if he couldn't kill Du Fang today, he would still cripple him and make him useless in front of the head teacher.

The disciples watching were in an uproar. "Go to the sword arena, go to the sword arena, and show us your true strength. All your talk is useless!"

"You are too confident in your fourth realm cultivation!"

Du Fang originally planned to take this opportunity to go down the mountain to visit his elder brother and sister-in-law, as well as his lovely nephews and nieces.

But now trouble has come. Du Fang knows that today's battle is a battle to establish his prestige. If he wins this battle, no disciple will dare to look down on him in the future. As long as he can survive this period, his Qingling Tower will be transformed into Bailing Tower. He is confident that he can become a seventh-level swordsman.

"Are you confident? Do you dare to speak under the sword?"

Fang Cheng picked up his sword and walked straight towards Yunxiao Square.

"Let's go!"

Du Fang walked silently towards the sword-fighting arena.

He was so confident because of the strange and exotic things in his arms.

After going down the mountain to slay monsters for so many years, he collected a lot of good things from monsters, as well as the life-saving items left to him by his senior brothers when they left the sect.

The two of them walked one in front and one behind, with a crowd of people watching behind them.

Every Lingxiao disciple wanted to see what was so special about this new leader.

The Sword Competition Pavilion stood on the square, several feet high. Fang Cheng stood at the corner and said coldly:

"Do you know the rules of sword fighting?"

"The dead and wounded are dealt with separately, just draw your sword!" Du Fang pulled out a piece of human skin paper, poked the tip of his finger with blood, and pulled it. In an instant, three identical Du Fangs stood on the stage.

The audience roared "Good!"

This is a trick used by quacks to deceive people, a technique specifically used to deceive the eyes. It doesn't work on ghosts, monsters, or things with sensitive noses, but it is much more effective on humans.

In the past, Du Fang used this thing to cheat many people.

"What kind of evil magic are you practicing?" Fang Cheng was indeed surprised and said angrily. He couldn't tell which one of the three people was real. Each of them held a sword in his hand and spoke with the same mouth.

"Don't be so quick to accuse me. Do you think that all cultivators in the world who don't practice swordsmanship are using evil magic?"