Chapter 1485 Form Your Own Team

Just when Fang Xing slapped Immortal Lord Chongshuang to death with one palm, Guan Feixing, the leader of Qingxie below, had no intention of fighting anymore!

In fact, when Yu Concubine was beheaded by Fang Xing in front of him, he was already afraid. Just now, Immortal Lord Chongshuang was slapped to death by Fang Xing's palm from nine heavens, which was even more direct. It destroyed the remaining fighting spirit in his heart...

When Fang Xing was chasing Immortal Lord Chongshuang, he noticed that the power of the loose immortals around him suddenly weakened, and he also wanted to escape. He wanted to take this opportunity to carve a way out among these loose immortals and escape. But soon he noticed the fate of Immortal Lord Chongshuang, and his heart became cold. He did not dare to kill anyone, but was forced to raise his sword helplessly, and barely protected himself from the surrounding enemies!

At this moment, seeing Fang Xing's cold eyes looking over at him, Guan Feixing felt a chill in his heart, and all the hairs on his body stood up, like a mortal being stared at by a wild beast, but this kind of vigilance only lasted for a moment, and he fell into a deep sleep. He sighed, suddenly put away his sword, and with a surge of immortal power, he forced all the immortals around him to retreat a hundred feet. Before these people rushed up again, he straightened his clothes without saying a word, just He bowed towards Fang Xing and straightened up slowly...

"Okay, no need to kill anymore!"

Seeing that the crazy Sanxian beside him was about to rush forward and hack Guan Feixing to death, Fang Xing spoke calmly.

"Um?"

When the group of loose immortals heard these words, they stopped panting, looked around, and gradually showed joy.

It was only then that they realized that all the high-level immortals had died, some had died, and some had admitted defeat, but they were still alive and well. In other words, in this battle where they thought they would die, they actually Survived...

"Long live Lord Diliu..."

After the mountains roared with joy like a tsunami, a half-brother who had been cheering for a long time on the top of the mountain to support the scattered immortals who were surrounding and killing the immortals, was the first to react. He suddenly shouted loudly and bowed to Diliu. It was not until this moment that the other surviving loose immortals reacted and immediately bowed to Fang Xing. The sky was suddenly filled with darkness...

"Long live Lord Diliu..."

"Thank you, Lord Diliu, for your kindness in protecting me..."

All kinds of roars of gratitude rang out, one after another, filling the sky.

"Stand still there and don't move!"

Fang Xing pointed his finger at Qingxie leader Guan Feixing, which made him tremble slightly and then bowed his head deeply.

But at this moment, Fang Xingcai slowly swept across the group of immortals who were kneeling in the air and kept looking grateful to him. His eyes couldn't help but become a little solemn. When he first entered the pagoda, there were many people. One hundred thousand Loose Immortals, and now, although I have sheltered a large number of them on the way and prevented endless killings, I still have not been able to successfully let them survive. They kill each other, plus besiege and kill all the immortals. In the process, they were killed as if they were chopped into pieces of cabbage, and there were really very few survivors...

At this glance, he had a rough idea in his mind. There were only more than 300 people who survived...

Out of 100,000 loose immortals, only more than 300 people survived. What a terrifying number this is?

Of course, the higher the ratio, the more valuable these people who survive in the end appear!

Especially towards the end, the remaining people become more fierce and powerful. The Immortal Association selects three people from them to become immortals, but in fact, those three are not necessarily the best among these people, because The final victory requires too much luck. There may be only an inch between the final winner and the loser. If we have to say the strongest, then the remaining three hundred or so The loose immortals are already the best among a hundred thousand loose immortals, the best among the best...

They even surrounded and killed people who were immortals...

All kinds of thoughts were intertwined in Fang Xing's heart. At the end, when he looked at the countless awed eyes, he suddenly felt a slight movement in his heart.

"Should I recruit a team of my own?"

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Of course, a successful robber leader cannot always be alone. My uncle has long said that a one-legged robber cannot succeed. A truly powerful robber has thousands of men under his command. He can dominate a mountain and become king. The officers and soldiers fought against each other or even rebelled, but Fang Xing has been firmly walking on the road of banditry. Before, he only walked alone and took whatever he could get. Even if he had formed a Jie Dao before, he finally stayed in Tianyuan. He didn’t bring it. At this time, in the Great Immortal Realm, there are still no subordinates...

But now, as his cultivation has improved, he also knows that it is time to have his own men!

In this great immortal world, with high mountains and deep waters, it was already inconvenient for him to move around alone, and it was not pleasant to do many things!

At this moment, he met more than 300 people who had survived among the 100,000 Sanxian. He said that he loved talents. Whether it was a whim or a matter of course, he naturally started to recruit disciples. After all, it touched his heart. A certain string has this meaning!

I have to say that these three hundred or so people are really good seedlings...

After all, they were killed among hundreds of thousands of immortals. I'm afraid the Immortal King wouldn't use such cruel methods to select generals, right?

In the past, when we were in Tianyuan, each of the great sects selected the strongest disciples as war cultivators, and the ratio was definitely not as high as selecting three hundred out of one hundred thousand!

Regardless of their temperament or qualifications, these three hundred people are definitely top-notch...

Of course, the more important thing is that this group of people have already received the favor from themselves, and they are full of awe and gratitude in their hearts. They have a very good foundation, and what is now in front of them is still an unknown road, and they Then they can decide their fate. From a professional perspective, if Fang Xing really wants to recruit gangsters, this is really a golden opportunity!

Think about it again, it is not difficult for him to have immortal destiny now. If these three hundred people all become Buddha Immortals...

Fang Xing couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he thought of the chaos that might occur!

Thinking like this, a smile appeared at the corner of Fang Xing's mouth, and his heart sank slightly. He took a breath, and his whole person became calm and gloomy as water. He was full of imperial style and coldly looked at the group of people scattered. Xiandao: "Very good, you guys are good!"

As soon as they heard him speak, all the Sanxian fell silent and slowly looked forward.

During this time, there was awe, gratitude, doubt, and even more panic, not knowing what my fate would be...

Fang Xing, on the other hand, glanced at all the loose immortals, his domineering aura suddenly increased, and his voice was like thunder, spreading far and wide: "I, the Jietian Sect, want to recruit many disciples, you are willing to follow me, and we will travel together for thirty-three days. To punish the evil and promote the good... to rob the ***?"