I was framed, but I suppressed the whole sect

Chapter 139 Asking for the sword?

"What, is Fang Jianxian useless?"

"What? Xinggong expelled Fang Jianxia. Did he get kicked in the head by a donkey?"

"What an ungrateful Xinggong! I was excited that Fang Jianxian fought for the luck for Xinggong, but he entered the secret realm of luck. That secret realm is not a good place. It is a secret realm that eats people."

"Haha, so you're useless. Pah. A waste, how can you be qualified to sit in that position?"

At this moment, the whole audience was in an uproar.

Some people were shocked by Xinggong's actions and felt that Xinggong was ungrateful, while others looked at Fang Yun with sneer and disdain on their faces.

The person who said this, seeing the audience's reaction, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, obviously very proud.

"Shut up!"

"This is the Sword Furnace. I have the final say on who sits here. If you are not satisfied, please leave the Sword Furnace."

"Sword Furnace does not welcome people who question this old man."

"Mr. Fang, sitting here was arranged by me personally."

"Because Master Fang has done a favor for my sword furnace, as for the fact that Xinggong expelled Master Fang, I don't want to talk about it. But I just want to say one thing, those people in Xinggong must have been kicked in the head by a donkey to expel Master Fang."

Jiang Zhentian shouted, then said coldly.

When these words were spoken, everyone in the audience was shocked. No one had ever thought that the owner of the small sword furnace would dare to say that those people in Xinggong were kicked in the head by a donkey. It was simply unbelievable.

The Yang Realm cultivator who had spoken turned extremely ugly when he heard this. He never expected that Jiang Zhentian would be so disrespectful and willing to offend him for the sake of a crippled Fang Yun.

He is a cultivator in the Yang Realm. Is he no better than a waste?

However, at this moment, Jiang Zhentian's eyes swept over, "Jun Zijian, since you question my decision, you are not welcome here, why don't you leave?"

Jiang Zhentian obviously had no intention of revealing this matter.

Gentleman Sword Mo Yunchong's expression turned extremely ugly, but he had other things to deal with at the Sword Furnace, so he naturally would not leave like this.

He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "Master Jiang, please forgive me for what I have offended you for just now. Mo Yun rushed to Master Jiang and Fang Jianxian to apologize."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent. Some sarcastic looks were cast at Mo Yunchong, making his expression even uglier.

"Mr. Fang, how should we deal with this person?"

Jiang Zhentian did not decide anything, but looked at Fang Yun beside him and asked. Seeing that Jiang Zhentian actually handed over the handling right to the useless Fang Yun, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes, their faces full of disbelief.

However, Fang Yun didn't even raise his head and said, "Is anyone there?"

"I didn't see it."

"Forget it, Master Jiang will handle everything. I'm just here to enjoy the feast."

Fang Yun stopped talking and continued eating.

Upon hearing this, Gentleman Sword Mo Yunchong was so angry that veins on his forehead were exposed, and deep in his eyes was a cold murderous intent.

Mo Yunchong didn't understand what Fang Yun meant. Fang Yun didn't treat him as a human being. He was a Yang Realm cultivator.

"Go back."

After Jiang Zhentian got Fang Yun's answer, he looked at Mo Yunchong coldly.

"I have heard of the name of Fang Xianjian for a long time, but I still don't know what Fang Xianjian's sword art is? Meeting is fate. Today, Gentleman Sword Mo Yunchong dares to ask Fang Jianxian for the sword. I wonder if Fang Jianxian dares to draw his sword?" Mo Yunchong is a Yang Realm cultivator. If he doesn't say anything today, he will definitely be despised by all the sword cultivators in the world.

Just choose to ask Fang Yun for the sword.

As soon as Mo Yunchong said this, everyone present became excited and wanted to eat melons.

Fang Yun looked up at Mo Yunchong, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He didn't want to pay attention to him, but he never thought that Mo Yunchong was determined to seek death.

Fang Yun stared at Mo Yunchong and sneered, "My sword is a killing sword. Drawing a sword is better than killing. Are you sure you want to spar with me?"

Mo Yunchong was not afraid at all when he heard this.

In Mo Yunchong's opinion, Fang Yun is now a waste and can be suppressed with a flip of the hand.

"What Fang Xianjian said is true. A sword is a killing weapon. If it is used, it will kill people. I am also afraid of hurting Fang Jianxian. I wonder if Fang Jianxian dares to compete with me?"

"By the way, I, Mo Yunchong, am here to participate in Jianlu's sword competition today. I am here for the Immortal Sword Baihong. Whoever stands in my way will die."

Mo Yunchong challenged again.

Hearing this, Fang Yun's eyes turned cold.

"Are you sure?"

Mo Yunchong had secretly received assurances from others that Fang Yun's cultivation was indeed ruined, so he was not afraid of Fang Yun's murderous intent at all and looked directly into Fang Yun's eyes.

He sneered, "Fang Yun, stop talking nonsense. I am a cultivator in the Yang Realm. If you dare to humiliate me, I will kill you even if you don't come on stage."

"Without Xinggong, you, Fang Yun, are nothing. It seems that even now, you still think that no one dares to touch you."

"Bah, what a bullshit sword immortal, that's just a charity given to you for the sake of Xinggong."

boom.

Mo Yunchong's whole body trembled, and a terrifying sword intent burst out. At the same time, beside Mo Yunchong, a number of sword immortals appeared, a total of thirty-six swords. These thirty-six swords were obviously a sword formation.

"The fusion of yin and yang, about to reach the half-step saint realm, this Mo Yunchong is hiding very deeply."

Everyone present was shocked when they saw this. No one had expected that Mo Yunchong's cultivation had reached such a level.

Jiang Zhentian's face darkened, and he quickly sent a voice message to Fang Yun to explain, "Master Fang, this Mo Yunchong has inherited the ancient sword art. When he entered the early stage of the Yang Realm, he fought against the Half-Step Saint Realm and survived. Now that the Yin and Yang are blended, the killing power is unfathomable. It is rumored that this formation has no flaws."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yun looked at Mo Yunchong in front of him with disdain on his face.

"Ancient inheritance? I heard that your sword formation has a special origin and is flawless. However, in my opinion, your sword formation is full of flaws and is not worthy of being presented in a classy place."

"What did you say?"

Hearing Fang Yun's words, Mo Yunchong was furious. He never thought that Fang Yun, a waste, would dare to humiliate his swordsmanship like this.

"I say, your sword formation is a piece of shit."

Fang Yun ignored Mo Yunchong's murderous intent and spoke word by word. Everyone in the city heard Fang Yun's words clearly.

This made Mo Yunchong's face turn red, and he almost lost his mind.

"You little bastard, who can't tell the truth? Now I challenge you to use the sword. Take it."

Mo Yunchong didn't want to drag it on and just wanted to kill Fang Yun, so he spoke again.

He activated thirty-six magic swords and attacked Fang Yun directly.

Facing the thirty-six immortal swords coming at him, Fang Yun's expression did not change at all, but everyone present narrowed their eyes. They all wanted to see if Fang Yun was really useless.

Fang Yun’s reputation as the Sword Immortal is not just boasted about.

Fang Yun sat there without moving and threw the bone in Jiang's hand.

It seemed like just a casual throw, but the next moment, everyone present changed color. They found that the bone that Fang Yun casually threw contained terrifying sword intent.

The thirty-six immortal swords that were heading towards Fang Yun were instantly broken by this bone.

Half of the thirty-six immortal swords were broken into pieces.