I have a fairy palace in my body

Chapter 207
"I didn't expect to meet a single sea-crossing monk here."

"This flying spirit weapon is actually a super-grade spirit weapon, and it is also amphibious in the sea and air. It seems to be written by a powerful force in the Land and Sea Merchant Alliance."

"It seems that this young monk has a lot of money."

"It looks like he is a monk from the mainland, and he is probably lost."

"Two junior brothers, tell me, is there any reason for our Heisha Pirates to let go of this big fish?"

The old man in sackcloth chuckled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"The flesh is on the verge of mouth, so there is no reason to let it go." The two middle-aged monks, one with a yellow face and one with a scar, nodded with a smile.

"Brother Chunyu, shall we go together?" the two asked.

"If he pushes that airship with all his strength, we won't be able to catch up." The old man in sackcloth shook his head.

"Besides, to deal with a single Foundation Establishment cultivator, it would not be good to engage in such a big battle and alarm my ancestors to retreat."

"Looking at the behavior of this solitary monk, it seems that he doesn't know our Black Fiend Pirates at all."

"Wait for me to trick him into a boat and capture him." The old man in sackcloth smiled slightly.

Immediately, the treacherous and cold expression on his face disappeared, and he changed into a loyal expression, and he sacrificed a flying sword, and then turned into a gray light, stepped on the flying sword and jumped into the air to chase after the sea and sky airship.

"Fellow Daoist in front, please wait a moment." He called out, and the voice spread far and reached Fang Han's ears.

Fang Han, who had already turned around and left, frowned when he saw an honest old man in sackcloth chasing him with a flying sword.

A late-stage foundation-building cultivator was chasing him from the huge building ship, which made him a little strange, but there was nothing to worry about. It was only a late-stage foundation-establishment monk, and he was confident enough to deal with it.

Fang Han stopped the airship from the air, then stood on the airship and looked at the old man in sackcloth, quietly guarding.

"This fellow Taoist, I don't know what to call for." He asked lightly.

He could see that this monk should have been wandering at sea all year round, and his face had the look of wind and frost from going to sea all year round.

"Friend Daoist, I see that you are in a hurry, you must have lost your way."

The old man in sackcloth said with a smile.

Fang Han didn't speak, it was acquiescence.

"I don't know where you want to go." The old man in sackcloth asked again.

"This fellow daoist invited me, and I want to go to the Xingyan Islands." Fang Han said.

The Xingyan Islands, which he saw from the map of the East China Sea before, are an island group next to the Immortal Cultivation Realm in the South China Sea. The weather conditions there are relatively good, and outside is the junction sea area where demon storms are raging.

"Haha, then it's such a coincidence." The old man in sackcloth rolled his eyes slightly.

"This old man is Yu Laogen, a monk from Yujia Trading Company in the Xingyan Islands. He is transporting a batch of goods from Beluga Island to the Xingyan Islands. If fellow Taoists are also going to the Xingyan Islands, we just happen to be on the way and can give you a ride." The old man in sackcloth laughed.

Fang Han heard this, his eyes moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

Seeing Fang Han's silence, the old man in sackcloth couldn't help but said enthusiastically, "Fellow Daoists must have fled to the southern seas to avoid the wars of the sea clan. There are many monks like you on our boat. Storms or hordes of Sea Folk would be dangerous and disorienting, why not get on our boat."

"As long as you pay a few hundred spirit stones, you can have a cabin." The old man in sackcloth said with a loyal smile.

"How do you know, my friend, that I am a monk who escaped from the war?" Fang Han showed a strange smile.

Strictly speaking, he is indeed a monk who escaped from the chaos of war.

"During this period of time, I've seen too many people like you, either renting a boat in a group or going to the Xingyan Islands alone." The old man in sackcloth smiled slightly.

In fact, many of the monks here became the souls of their Black Fiend Pirates, and all their wealth belonged to them.

Hearing this, Fang Han's eyes showed hesitation, as if he was weighing whether to go or not.

Seeing that he was moved, the old man in sackcloth couldn't help being overjoyed, and persuaded, "Fellow Taoist, don't worry, our Yujia business is well-known in the southern waters and has a strong reputation. You can see the scale of our building, no matter what Whether it is the demon storm or the general sea clan, they can't do anything about it, so you can rest assured to take the boat."

"Well, since the old man is so enthusiastic, then Fang will be disrespectful."

Fang Han cupped his hands towards the old man in sackcloth.

"Haha, wherever, I, Yu Laogen, like to make friends all over the world. Come on, let's have a drink on the boat."

"You should be a mainland cultivator, and we have never been to the mainland's immortal cultivation world, just to hear my brother talk about the mainland's immortal cultivation world."

The old man in sackcloth laughed loudly.

'please!".
He gestured.

Then he turned around and Yu Jian flew back towards the giant building ship.

Fang Han drove the airship and followed behind, but at this moment...

Suddenly, chi chi chi...

There was a slight sound of sword energy breaking through the air, and three streams of water-attribute void sword energy burst out towards the back of the old man in sackcloth. "What, you!"

It wasn't until the Void Sword Qi approached him that the old man in hemp clothes realized the deadly killing intent of the transparent Sword Qi, and turned his head in shock.

In order to gain Fang Han's trust, he seemed very relaxed and unguarded.

Moreover, it was only five or six miles away from the giant building boat. With so many accomplices on board, he was not worried that Fang Han would violently attack him at all.

And at such a short distance, once he makes a move, it is a killer move!
It was too late for him to dodge, and as soon as he raised his spiritual power shield, he heard three popping sounds. The three void sword qi had pierced through the back of his body. Falling towards the sea...

Fang Han took away the old man's storage bag and flying sword, turned around and left with a sneer.

"Master!"

"Senior Brother Chunyu!"

"Quick, catch him!"

At this time, on the tall ship five or six miles away, several Foundation Establishment cultivators lying in ambush at the corner of the deck and the cabin rushed out with shouts.

"He killed hall master Chunyu!"

"Don't let him run away!"

Everyone chased after them with their swords, but Fang Han had already urged the Haitian airship to flee away like lightning.

"It's just this little trick that I still want to deceive Fang Han."

Fang Han shook his head. After knowing that there is a fairy mansion in the sea, he has a special premonition of danger, and has already noticed the strangeness of the old man in sackcloth, and the other party has an eighth-level foundation building, but he ran out so graciously to invite him to a fifth-level foundation building It's not right to get on the boat just to earn a few hundred spirit stones for the boat fare.

And the most important thing is that although he has lost his way, he still knows that he has been heading south by looking at the stars.

The other party's boat was clearly heading towards him. After knowing that he wanted to go to the Star Rock Islands in the south, he immediately said that he would go on the way. He really thought that a monk from the mainland would be a headless fly in the vast sea. ?In fact, he has been in the East China Sea for many years. Even without a navigation tool, he can still roughly identify the direction on the sea.

On this endless sea, there are no rules and regulations, and no one can detect or care about the life and death of monks.

It's better to strike first, and a dead fellow Taoist will not die a poor daoist.

Fang Han didn't hesitate at all, and immediately shot violently.

Sure enough, after seeing the sword light rising from all over the boat, Fang Han knew that he was not wrong, and that the other party had already ambushed to plot against him.

(End of this chapter)