Fortune Shrine

Chapter 9 The People Behind the Scenes

The sharp sword peak struck with Xu Shaojie's boundless anger.

"Go to hell!"

Xu Shaojie bared his teeth and grimaced, with a ferocious expression, he was too cruel to stab Fang Yi into a honeycomb with a single sword.

Fang Yi smiled coldly, his figure flashed again, and he quickly went up to meet him.However, he still did not draw his sword and was unarmed.

shuttle!

Xu Shaojie stabbed the air with his sword, and was stunned on the spot. It turned out that Fang Yi's figure had long since disappeared.

The next moment, a huge fist slowly enlarged in his pupils.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, a violent fist hit him directly in the face.

puff!

I saw Xu Shaojie spit out a mouthful of blood, his teeth scattered all over the ground, and his whole body spun around in the air a few times before he landed heavily on the ground.

The audience was dead silent again.

If the first time was because of Fang Yi's surprise, what about the second time?

Everyone knew at this moment that this was not a level battle at all, and Xu Shaojie would definitely die today.

However, they still couldn't believe that Fang Yi had just broken through to the second level of Linghai a month ago, and in just one month, Xu Shaojie, who had already beaten the third level of Linghai, had no power to fight back.

What is Fang Yi's current cultivation level?

Linghai Triple Layer?

No, only the third level can't do this at all, at least it should have reached the peak of the third level, or even the fourth level of Linghai.

In one month, from the second level of Linghai to the fourth level, at such a speed, I am afraid that among the new disciples of the outer sect, only Lin Shaohan, Ming Jianxin and Su Mingyue, the three geniuses who are the most talented, can do it!

However, these three people were able to do this because of the huge resources behind them, but what did Fang Yi have?

Knowing this, the eyes of the crowd looking at Fang Yi changed obviously.

"Damn! Fang Yi is so powerful, he's hidden deep enough!"

"Good job, Xu Shaojie has today. He deserves to be arrogant and domineering. Let's see who can save him this time."

Fatty also recovered from the shock at this time, appearing very excited.

Zhao Mingde was also a little excited. He took a great risk to get close to Fang Yi. If Fang Yi lost, then Xu Shaojie would have to make trouble with him. How could he not be happy seeing Fang Yi being so strong now.

"Impossible! You trash can't beat me."

On the stage, Xu Shaojie couldn't accept the facts in front of him, he was hysterical, and he slashed wildly with his long sword like a mad knife.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

"This is for you to snatch my blood coagulation grass last time, and this is for Fatty..."

Fang Yi punched one after another, and the violent fists fell like raindrops, hitting Xu Shaojie's face heavily, blood spattering.

Xu Shaojie had little power to fight back, his entire face was beyond recognition.

The scene was so bloody that the onlookers were silently speechless.

Even the look in Fang Yi's eyes became a little awed.

"Good job, kill him!"

Some people shouted in the crowd, some were usually bullied by Xu Shaojie, and some were booing, the noise was loud.

At this time, Xu Shaojie was dying.

The anger in Fang Yi's heart was almost vented, so he mentioned the other party, "Xu Shaojie, tell me, who instructed you to kill me?"

Xu Shaojie knew that he was bound to die, so a hint of sarcasm curled up on the corner of his mouth, and he said weakly, "You...don't think about it!"

"Idiot, do you think that if you don't tell me, I won't know it's Fang Wuxin?" Fang Yi sneered.

"how do you know?"

"It really is him." Fang Yi's eyes turned cold.

"Thank you, I wasn't sure at first, but now I know."

"You... Fang Yi, you're going to die. I'll wait for you below." Xu Shaojie was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and then died.

"Hmph! Then just wait slowly!"

Fang Yi snorted softly, and stepped directly off the platform of life and death.

Under the complicated eyes of the crowd, he helped the fat man and quickly left.

"Fang Yi, are you so aggressive? Where have you been this month?"

Back at the residence, Fatty asked impatiently with strong curiosity.

"I went to the Wild Mountain Range. As for why it became so powerful..."

Fang Yi looked at Fatty thoughtfully, and had some plans in mind, so he smiled lightly, "Fatty, do you want to become as powerful as me?"

The fat man was a little dazed, but he still nodded vigorously.

"Okay, but remember to keep it secret!"

Fang Yi gave a warning, then picked up a pen and paper, and wrote down a bunch of inexplicable numbers for the fat man to see.

To be precise, these numbers are some time, which is the tidal schedule of this world calculated by Fang Yi through observation during this period of time.

Tidal Jue is closely related to the tide, and when the tide is coming, the speed will be much faster than usual.

Moreover, this speed will increase geometrically with the increase of aura in the body. When the cultivation base is low, the gap is not too big, and the higher the cultivation base, the larger the gap will be.

Fang Yi discovered this when he first came to this world. He originally planned it for himself.

But since the spiritual sea changed, there was a moon in his spiritual sea, and the spiritual energy was in the tide all the time, and it was the most violent tide, so these timetables naturally meant nothing to him.

"Fatty, memorize these times for me, and then destroy them. No matter how busy you are in the future, you must practice Tidal Art during these times."

Fang Yi explained carefully.

"That's it?" The fat man carefully took the timetable with a puzzled expression on his face.

Fang Yi smiled, but did not answer directly, "You will know if you try it?"

Fatty nodded. Although he was a little skeptical, he believed in Fang Yi, but looking at the timetable, more than half of it was in the middle of the night, which made Fatty feel a little depressed, but after going through this incident, Fatty has made up his mind to practice hard .

"Isn't it just to sleep less, I still don't believe the fat man."

As he spoke, the fat man began to recite the timetable.

Fang Yi didn't bother him either, and the scene of life and death on the stage appeared in his mind.

After learning the truth from Fang Haona, he vaguely guessed who wanted his life.

In the entire Fang family, Fang Wuxin's father, Fang Zhenglong, was the only one who could contend with his father and remove his father from the position of patriarch by the United Presbyterian Council.

Fang Zhenglong has always coveted the position of patriarch and tried to replace him.

How could they miss such a good opportunity now.

As his precious son, Fang Wuxin, it was not difficult to understand why he wanted to kill himself.

"Very well, since you want me to die, let's see whose life is harder."

Fang Yi put his mind to one side. Although Fang Wuxin was very talented and was already a martial artist at the sixth level of the Linghai, he was not worried. He had only practiced for a month, and he had reached where he is now. It won't take long for him to have Confidence puts the opponent underfoot.

Besides, he still has three months.

"Hmph, Fang Zhenglong, I will give you a big gift for the family competition in three months' time."

(End of this chapter)