EBE Chapter 350 Beat yourself
Chapter 350 Beat yourself
"Senior, I am from the Fang family of Fangzhou City. I wonder if you could give my Fang family some face?" Seeing that he was a late Jindan cultivator, Fang Ge knew that he was no match for him, so he spoke in a very respectful tone and attitude.
Luo Ersan was wrapped in a black robe. Hearing this, he immediately sneered: "Fang family? How much is the Fang family's face worth?"
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere froze instantly. A trace of anger flashed across Fang Ge's eyes, but he was only in the Foundation Establishment Stage, so he was naturally not an opponent. So he could only bow and say, "Senior, we have no grudges against each other, why are you looking for trouble with our Fang family?"
"Of course there is a reason." Luo Ersan's voice was hoarse and his tone was faint.
Hearing this, Fang Ge was shocked and thought to himself, could this be an old grudge of the Fang family?
But why would the Fang family have an enemy in the late Jindan stage, and why is he ambushing him here?
"Senior, I don't know why you are like this. Maybe it's all a misunderstanding. I am willing to apologize on behalf of the disciples of the Fang family who have offended you."
"If senior is willing to put aside the past grudges, I will certainly offer you a small gift." When facing a Jindan cultivator, Fang Ge would not have any other thoughts. If it was an early Jindan cultivator, he would be willing to fight head-on, but a late Jindan cultivator, with the strength of a half-step Yuanying, forced him to bow his head.
"There is no grudge between us. I'm causing trouble for the Fang family only because I'm relatively free." Luo Ershan grinned in a weird way, but it was blocked by the black robe so no one saw it.
After saying that, Luo Ershan added: "After all, idle people like to make something out of nothing and find some excitement for themselves."
As soon as he finished speaking, he struck out with a palm, and most of the monks below fell down instantly. Fang Ge was also affected. He immediately covered his chest with his hands and spat out a mouthful of blood.
A hint of ruthlessness flashed across Fang Ge's eyes. He didn't expect that the other party would start fighting as soon as he said so. And judging from the situation, this man was probably a lunatic.
After all, who would offend a large clan for no reason? This late Jindan cultivator is probably an evil cultivator.
Thinking of this, Fang Ge's expression became more solemn, and he vomited blood. He felt the spiritual power in his meridians reversed, and his dantian ached slightly.
In that attack just now, the opponent probably used 80% of his strength. Today, I'm afraid he will find it difficult to escape.
Thinking of this, Fang Ge's face became extremely ugly, and he already had the urge to use his last trump card.
When he was about to take out the trump card his father left him from the storage bag, he saw the black-robed monk paused and spoke in a sinister tone.
"who?"
Luo Shan jumped down from a tree, yawned, looked at the situation here, and said, "You guys continue, I'm just passing by."
"Passing by?" The black-robed monk didn't believe it at all, and directly attacked with a beam of spiritual power.
Luo San dodged and blocked the attack, then looked displeased.
"Fellow Daoist, your fight here has nothing to do with me. Why, are you going to fight with me?" Luo Shan said, taking out several fourth-grade formation plates from his storage bag.
"I don't have anything else, but I do have a friend who is a formation master. If you want to fight, I will accompany you."
As he spoke, Luo Shan took out a spirit stone and pretended to hit it into the formation, while also releasing the pressure of the late Jindan stage.
The black-robed monk looked alert when he saw this, and finally said, "Humph, since it has nothing to do with you, just leave."
Fang Ge originally thought that Luo San would appear, but he never expected that he would leave after just a few words.
His eyes rolled and he said immediately.
"Senior, please lend a helping hand. I am from the Fang family of Fangzhou City. If you are willing to help me, the Fang family will reward you handsomely."
Fang Ge said, staring at the black-robed monk. Although he was wondering in his heart whether the two were in the same group, he was not sure. If he let the senior go, he would probably die here today.
"It's not worth it for me to offend a fellow Taoist in the late Jindan stage for a little bit of profit. It's not easy for me to cultivate to this point. I don't want to be involved in your affairs."
"Fellow Daoist, I wish you good luck." Luo Shan turned around with a smile and was about to leave.
"Senior!" Fang Ge's voice broke when he said this. He thought for a moment and said, "If you are willing to help me, I have a golden bell grass in my storage bag and I am willing to give it to you."
"Golden Bell Grass, I'm already a Jindan cultivator, it's of little use to me." Luo Shan shook his head.
"There are still 50,000 spirit stones. If you help me, my Fang family will reward you handsomely." Fang Ge no longer wanted to know if these two were in the same group.
"In this case, I am quite interested." Luo Shan nodded and looked at the black-robed monk opposite him.
"You heard it too. If you know what's good for you, leave quickly. If you really want to fight, I'll accompany you. But, fellow Daoist, you have to think it over carefully." Luo Shan took out the formation plate with a smile, then inserted the spirit stone, protecting everyone in the Fang family in the formation.
Naturally, the black-robed monk would not be dismissed by Luo San's few words, so a battle between late Jindan cultivators began.
"Second Young Master, is that Jindan senior her match?" the Foundation Establishment cultivator next to Fang Ge asked worriedly.
"Let's take a look first." Fang Ge took out a pill from his storage bag and swallowed it.
The fight outside was very fierce. Both of them were in the late Jindan stage, but the original body was naturally stronger than the clone, so soon, the black-robed Luo Ersan began to fall into a disadvantage.
"Very good. I've remembered this today, fellow Daoist. We have a long way to go!" Luo Ersan in black robe covered his chest and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. After saying a harsh word, he condensed an explosive spiritual power ball and smashed it over.
The spiritual power ball was so powerful that Luo Shan had no choice but to use defensive magic weapons. After enduring the attack, he looked up and the person had disappeared.
Luo Shan released the people from the Fang family and held out his hand expressionlessly: "Golden Bell Grass and 50,000 Spirit Stones."
Fang Ge was about to say something, but seeing Luo Shan's serious face, he had to take out the things and present them to him.
Luo Shan finished collecting his things and seemed to be in a good mood, so he asked, "Did your Fang family offend anyone in Tianshui City?"
Seeing that the Fang family was heading towards Tianshui City, Luo Shan fabricated an identity for his clone as a cultivator from Tianshui City.
"We are going to Tianshui City this time, this..." Fang Ge obviously began to doubt. Could it be that the people in Tianshui City deliberately wanted to frame their Fang family?
Thinking of this, Fang Ge's heart tightened. If this was true, he was afraid that the rest of the journey would not be smooth.
Thinking of this, Fang Ge looked at Luo Shan.
"Senior, I am afraid that things will not go smoothly when I go to Tianshui City. I wonder if you can go with me. Of course, my family will show 100% sincerity."
Therefore, under the influence of some "interests", Luo Shan reluctantly agreed to protect the Fang family.
Luo Shan was a little confused. Since the matter was so important, why only the Foundation Establishment cultivators were allowed to do it?
Later, I found out about it by eavesdropping on the conversation between the remaining monks of the Fang family.
There are a total of three Jindan in the Fang family. One of them is in seclusion, another is guarding the Su family's land, and as for the remaining one, he led some disciples of the clan to the battlefield.