When everyone heard Zhang Shuzhou's scream, they realized that the fat man was the grandson of the old man in black robe and his grandfather was a Jindan monk. No wonder he was so arrogant on weekdays.
puff!
Zhang Shuzhou's scream suddenly stopped, the vitality in his eyes gradually faded, and a blood slit appeared between his eyebrows and extended all the way down.
Immediately afterwards, his fat body split into two, and the pickled objects in his belly scattered all over the ground.
The monks around him avoided him and looked at the messy and complex expressions.
"Go away."
Fang Chen greeted and took everyone away.
From beginning to end, the old man in black robe dared not stop him.
"Xuxian Sword Sect Fang Chen..."
"What kind of sect is Xuxian Sword Sect? It seems to be quite familiar, and Fang Chen is also very familiar. It seems that he has heard of it somewhere."
"You think so too? I was just thinking about why this name is so familiar."
"Everyone, do you remember the incident of the imperial capital that took place more than ten years ago?"
"That thing... do you mean that a sword cultivator killed all the Chunqiu and destroyed the Blood Spirit Sect plan?"
"Yes, that sword cultivator is called Fang Chen, have you forgotten?"
"hiss--"
Everyone remembered this and took a breath of cold air, his expression becoming inconsistent.
According to rumors, the sword cultivator even injured the Nascent Soul with one sword!
Deacon Xu's expression changed repeatedly, and a hint of anger suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Fortunately, he didn't take action just now, otherwise he might be the one lying on the ground.
"Elder Zhang, this matter..."
Deacon Xu looked at the old man in black robe.
The old man in black robe was silent for a few breaths and said lightly: "You can deal with this matter. Remember to bring my arms back."
After saying that, he turned into a stream of light and flew towards the Nine Swords Sect.
Nine Sword Sect.
An old man with white hair walked around in a hurry, and more than ten golden elixir monks looked at each other, one of them plucked up his courage to persuade:
"The Supreme Elder, there should be no big problem. We did not really offend the sword cultivator of the Xuxian Sword Sect. They would not cause trouble for our Nine Sword Sect..."
"You know what's the matter?"
The white-haired old man stopped and shouted angrily: "The sword cultivators of Xuxian Sword Sect are all crazy! You are just golden elixirs, and if they don't take them seriously, I will be different from my ancestor! If they really come to cause trouble, my ancestor will be the first one. One gets beaten!"
These golden dans were silent immediately.
A sense of gratitude secretly rose in my heart.
Fortunately, my cultivation level is too low and the other party looks down on me.
At this moment, a Jindan suddenly looked at the sky: "Old Zhang is back."
The old man in black robe immediately fell in front of everyone. Seeing this, the old man in white hair slapped him up.
The old man in black robe rolled ten feet away on the ground.
The old man in black robe did not dare to say anything, got up and ran back to the white-haired old man with his head down.
The surrounding golden elixir was astonished, and they could see that the Supreme Ancestor of their family was really angry.
"Several people died, where is the other person? Say!"
The old man with white hair shouted angrily.
The old man in black robe whispered: "A single cultivator died, and Zhang Shuzhou, the other party has left."
"Two died? Zhang Shuzhou is your grandson? If you provoke such an existence, even if you are not killed by the other party, the ancestor will take action himself."
The old man with white hair snorted coldly, and a hint of disappointment appeared on his face: "Fortunately, the other party was unwilling to forgive him. This time, I was shocked and safe. From now on, you will open your eyes wide. If you dare to offend such a person, you will wipe your neck and apologize. !”
After saying that, the old man with white hair turned around and left, as if he was still muttering.
The Jindan present sighed softly, and someone looked at the old man in black robe with pity, turned around and left without saying a word.
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"Fellow Daoist Liu, let me send it here. See you again if you are destined to do it."
Fang Chen hugged Liu Buyun and then took his disciples toward Yuxu Mountain.
Liu Buyun stared at Fang Chen and the others' leaving backs in a daze, and only then suddenly asked:
"Just Fellow Daoist said just now that his name is Fang Chen? Fang Wanli is just a pseudonym..."
"Master, Uncle Fang really claims to himself like this, this...Master, what kind of sect is Xuxian Sword Sect..."
A disciple asked curiously.
"This is a sword cultivator. In the distant middle-earth country of the first-grade empire, if you don't know the exact route, it will be difficult for me to go there..."
Liu Buyun murmured.
Suddenly, he looked shocked, and he looked a little shocked: "I remembered it, I finally remembered where I had heard of the name Fang Chen!"
"Master... It seems that the sword cultivator who killed all the spring and autumn in the Dagan Emperor Capital more than ten years ago... also called Fang Chen..."
Another disciple said in a silence: "Isn't it our uncle Fang?"
The other people looked excited, and their faces gradually changed from shock to excitement.
This kind of legendary character has become their uncle!? I can't even dare to think about it!
I still remember that in those years, monks from all over Yuncang were discussing this sword cultivator. It was rumored that his cultivation was just to refine qi, but with the immortal sword in his hand, he killed more than ten golden elixirs, and even the Nascent Soul was injured by him.
Cooperating with the three Yuanyings of Chongxu Zhenren, the general-level figure of the Blood Spirit Sect escaped in a panic, invisibly solving the plot of the Blood Spirit Sect.
Yunyou Realm did not fall into war.
"It's really him... I thought it was just the same name and surname..."
Ye Qinghe murmured to himself.
Suddenly, he felt something was wrong with the atmosphere, and saw his master and several senior brothers and sisters staring at him.
"Junior brother, you have such a background, why don't you say anything? If you said earlier, who in the Qinghua Sect dares to provoke our lineage!"
"That's right, we're so hard to hide it, but this time it's thanks to you, Junior Brother, that Uncle Fang will give us a gift."
"Qinghe, Master knew that he had a fate with you at the beginning, but it was true that Immortality is a fate, even if you embark on the road to cultivating immortals, you must not relax."
Liu Buyun sighed and patted Ye Qinghe's head gently: "You will be my closed disciple from now on."
Ye Qinghe never expected that one day he would be exposed to Fang Chen's light, and suddenly felt infinitely emotional in his heart.
"I don't know how Tao Yu is now. I think it's not as comfortable as me."
Ye Qinghe suddenly thought of Tao Yu and couldn't help but feel satisfied.
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"Master, there is a mountain in front of it, with a very strange shape, like a turtle's back."
While looking into the distance, the Victory Buddha reported to Fang Chen.
When Fang Chen heard this, he signaled everyone to stop, and then he left his body and took a look. It was indeed as the Buddha said.
This mountain range is very huge and stretches for countless miles. Looking down from the sky, it looks like a turtle's back, and different mountain ranges branches look like the texture on the turtle's back.
In the middle of the turtle's back, there is a mountain that is always shrouded in the clouds.
At the same time, a clear cry sounded, and a giant bird with a wing spreading its head and feet about ten feet spreading through the air, and spoke:
"Yuxu Mountain, are you passing by or worshipping the mountain?"