Seeing that Fang Chen even knew Gai Hong, both the monks from the Qin clan and the Langya clan were shocked.
Careful people have noticed that Gai Hong's attitude immediately became unusual after seeing Fang Chen, as if he had seen something terrible, and his eyes were clearly full of fear!
"Why...even Prince Zhentian is afraid of him? He can't be the direct descendant of the sword immortal, right?"
The leaders of each tribe looked at Fang Chen in shock, with a bit of solemnity and fear in their eyes.
Although the swordsman of Xuxian Sword Sect has not made a move for many years, he is not the real ancestor.
But there is always a rumor circulating in the world, saying that the sword immortal once said:
I am invincible under my ancestors, but I am invincible above my ancestors!
This rumor has been circulating for many years, and no patriarch has come forward to refute it, which is enough to prove its credibility!
Not the ancestor, but better than the ancestor!
"Madam...how on earth did you and him know each other!?"
The head of the Qin family looked at Chu Lan slightly suspiciously and couldn't help but send a message.
Such existence.
Was he really invited back from the Great Qian Dao Sect by his wife in just a few words?
Chu Lan didn't hear the message from the head of the Qin family, or she was too lazy to pay attention. She just looked at Fang Chen intently, her eyes filled with sighs.
Just said, if you don't have any knowledge, how can you take the initiative to cause trouble with the Blood Spirit Cult?
She finally understood where Fang Chen's confidence lay.
"Brother Qin, something is not good. This time... I, the Dragon Guard Tribe, will not interfere."
The ancestor of the Wei family passed on the message.
A flash of anger flashed in the eyes of the ancestor of the Qin family: "The matter has not been finalized yet, why are you anxious? Don't you want your descendants to serve in the Ninth Prince's Palace?"
Then he looked at Fang Chen, his eyes flickering.
"Ge Shizi, I'm not sick today."
Fang Chen smiled lightly.
Gai Hong breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to feel that his performance just now was a bit inconsistent with his identity. He coughed to cover up his embarrassment, then came to Fang Chen and smiled lightly:
"Fellow Daoist Fang, why are you here? Are you from Cang Dao Mansion?"
"Prince Ge, let me introduce to you. This is Langya Wenqiu, a disciple of Xuxian Sword Sect's Extreme Sword Peak, and my junior sister."
Fang Chen introduced with a smile.
Gai Hong was slightly startled and glanced at Langya Wenqiu. At the same time, he thought of Fang Chen's identity and couldn't help but curse in his heart.
Sure enough, he is a disciple of the Xuxian Sword Sect! Previously, the other party protected Jade Fairy all the way, and some people had already suspected this.
It’s just that when I checked the immortal book at that time, I couldn’t find it. It seemed that the Xuxian Sword Sect had removed the immortal book in advance and added it later!
"No wonder Fellow Daoist Fang is here. I heard that the chaos in Cang Dao Mansion is related to the Xianqin Tribe and Langya Tribe."
Gaihong nodded slightly.
Then he glanced at Jiang Tianai, with a flash of suspicion in his eyes, and tentatively said:
"Is this junior sister's surname Jiang?"
"Does Ge Shizi know me?"
Jiang Tianai was a little surprised.
Gai Hong looked strange: "I heard that Xuanyue Xuanxian has accepted an extremely talented disciple in recent years. In just over twenty years, he has risen from Qi refining to the golden elixir. He is even about to go to the ancient immortal road to gain the talent of immortal seedlings.
, it should be you, Junior Sister Jiang, right?"
Could he not know that the descendants of the Jiang family, the first aristocratic family in ancient times, lived in a very ancient era?
At that time, there was no Zhongzhou Kingdom as it is today.
It was just rumored that the Jiang family got into trouble and was cursed. It continued to decline from generation to generation, and finally disappeared.
According to some ancient records, the Jiang family once enslaved nine true dragons during their peak period. How domineering they were!
"The direct descendant of Xuanxian!?"
The expressions of all the monks became more and more solemn. It is no wonder that this one is just a golden elixir, and he can be protected by middle-level and third-level monks.
In an era when the Patriarch and the Immortal King did not show their faces on weekdays, Xuanxian was the limit that monks like them could look up to.
Among the people present, except for a few Hedao such as Qi Jian, the other tribal leaders had never even seen Xuan Xian with their own eyes.
Under normal circumstances, Xuanxian would not easily see visitors unless it was an old friend of the same rank.
"It turns out that her master is a Xuanxian."
Langya Wenqiu was secretly speechless.
Her master was just an elder from Ji Jian Peak, and his cultivation was in the combined stage, not in the Hedao stage. She knew how difficult it was to become a disciple of a Xuanxian.
Rumor has it that the current sect leader who never looked at others had the honor to serve under a certain Xuanxian ancestor of the Xuxian Sword Sect until the day he was promoted to Hedao...
"It should be me. Master has indeed only accepted me as a disciple in recent years."
Jiang Tianai said.
"That's a coincidence. I can see Fellow Daoist Fang and Junior Sister Jiang here today. It shows that it was predestined."
Gai Hong laughed and said, "If you two don't mind, go and sit on my fairy boat, let's drink tea and discuss Tao. How about it?"
Countless jealous eyes were cast on Fang Chen and Jiang Tianai. These eyes not only came from the young disciples of the major tribes, but even some tribal leaders couldn't help but be secretly jealous.
Although they are also in the integration stage and at the same level as Gaihong, in fact they are not even qualified to visit Gaihong's immortal boat.
This is the difference in origin!
"The things here...must be settled first, right?"
Fang Chen pondered.
Gai Hong's eyes moved and he nodded: "Yes, Fellow Daoist Fang is absolutely right. The matter here must be settled first."
Then he looked at Qi Jian: "Master Qifu, have you come up with a charter? Forget it, judging from your appearance, you probably have no clue, so I will come up with an idea for you."
The ancestor of the Qin family and others suddenly felt a little nervous.
"Although this incident was caused by the Three Yang Fruit, the Langya Tribe must bear some responsibility, but... I heard that the Langya Tribe has been planning for peace talks and does not want to take action. Instead, the Xianqin Tribe wants to start a war.
After the war started, the Xianqin tribe couldn't defeat it, and Lord Qifu misunderstood the Ninth Prince's intentions and intervened in the matter. Now many areas of the Xianqin tribe have been captured by the Langya tribe, right?"
Gai Hong's words made the ancestors of the Qin family and Qi Jian look a little unhappy.
"Let's do this. Both sides will go back. The Xianqin tribe will compensate the Langya tribe with 500 medium-grade spiritual stones. This time the matter will be settled."
Gai Hong looked at the ancestor of the Qin family and Langya Xingzhou: "What do you two think?"
"The Langya tribe feels that the prince's proposal is very correct and is convinced."
Langya Xingzhou immediately expressed its stance.
The monks of the Langya tribe were secretly happy. Although the compensation was not as large as the previously proposed compensation, at least there was still 500 middle-grade spiritual stones to be paid.
Calculating before and after, we should be able to make up for this loss.
On the contrary, the Xianqin tribe would suffer a big loss, and they were secretly happy.
The ancestor of the Qin family opened his mouth, but just as he was about to speak, Qijian's respectful voice came to his ears:
"The decision made by Prince Ge is very fair. Just do as Prince Ge said. I will keep an eye on them personally and will not allow any more war."
Even though the ancestor of the Qin family had thousands of words to say, he could only hold them back silently at this moment, spitting out the fragrance in his heart to the eighteenth generation of Qijian's ancestor.