Need for Immortal Mansion

Whether it is the villa area or the 99-story mansion, the reconstructed Raging Fire Sect is all in the architectural style of Chen Yun's previous life. Of course, he must protect it well.

Cultivators in the comprehension world, especially those with advanced cultivation bases, can directly raze a 99-story building to the ground with one blow.

From Chen Yun's point of view, it was too dangerous, that's why he asked Duan Fan to arrange the most powerful chained Heaven-killing formation, even if it consumed some spirit stones, it didn't matter.

Although it is said that the construction of a 99-story building is very easy and simple for a cultivator, it is a big deal to rebuild it after being destroyed.

But... the first time, no matter what kind of first time it is, is very unforgettable.

The newly rebuilt Raging Fire Sect is an extremely important first time for Chen Yun, so he does not allow anyone or any force to destroy it.

Looking at Duan Fan, flying freely in the air in front of him, but Chen Yun still needs to use the flying sword, all kinds of envy and jealousy flooded his heart.

It's just that this guy has too many things to do, and he's not a diligent person, and he hasn't practiced much at all. No wonder others.

"Boss." Duan Fan landed on Fumo Mountain, staring at the 99-story building with his eyes wide open, "Boss, this...was designed by you?"

"Hey." Duan Fan couldn't help swallowing, his eyes were full of admiration, "Boss, you are simply too talented, the entire cultivation world, except for you, I am afraid no No one else could have designed such a majestic, beautiful building."

"what!"

Duan Fan, who was shocked by the 99-story building, noticed the masters of the five sects who were constantly busy around him, which made him let out a scream.

"Boss." Duan Fan shrank his neck, hid behind Chen Yun, pointed at the surrounding masters and said, "Boss, I can't see through their cultivation, could it be..."

"Could it be that they are all masters above the Nascent Soul stage?" Duan Fan hurriedly asked with some stage fright: "Boss, did we go to the wrong place?"

Obediently, are you making an international joke?

Duan Fan looked around, but what he saw was hundreds of masters above the Nascent Soul stage, who were busy helping Chen Yun build the Raging Fire Sect.

Such a scene, not to mention Duan Fan, anyone who saw it would be extremely surprised and unbelievable.

It is undeniable that with the help of the Spirit Gathering Formation and a large number of pills, Duan Fan has made rapid progress in cultivation, making thousands of miles in a day, which is so fast that people are jealous.

Now he also has the cultivation base of the Dzogchen realm in the alchemy stage, and he can be regarded as a small master in the Chinese cultivation country.

However, since being surrendered by Chen Yun, he has either practiced in the Immortal Mansion or in the Immortal Palace, and has never come out at all.

Before meeting Chen Yun, he was just a small casual cultivator who could be bullied by everyone, and made a living by selling the talismans he refined.

In his entire life, he had never seen a master above the Nascent Soul stage.

Not only have I seen it now, but I have seen so many at once.

What made it even more difficult for him to accept was that these masters above the Nascent Soul stage were all helping to establish the Raging Fire Sect.

Treating masters above the Nascent Soul stage as labor force, fuck, it's too domineering.

"Chen Yun, you came just in time."

Just when Duan Fan thought that he had gone to the wrong place, Wu Zhengrong and Li Nuoyan, these two worry-free guys, walked over angrily.

"Old man Li, even your ugly words are shameful." Wu Zhengrong said cursingly as he walked, "You don't feel ashamed, I will blush for you."

"Hmph." Li Nuoyan snorted coldly, and said with disdain: "If my calligraphy is ugly, what would you call it? It's like ants crawling."

"Don't be dissatisfied." Wu Zhengrong was even more disdainful, "Aside from being like a turtle with a shrunken head, you have better defense than me. What are you better than me?"

"You have the guts to compare me to a rough man who shouts and kills all day long." Li Nuoyan was dissatisfied, "Let's let Chen Yun judge and see who he likes to write."

"I'm still afraid that you won't succeed?" Wu Zhengrong was not afraid at all, and said angrily, "No matter who you show, your words are not as good as mine."

"Chen Yun, take a look." Coming to Chen Yun's side, Wu Zhengrong waved his hand and took out a huge plaque, "How about it, I personally made the plaque for you Raging Fire Sect."

"It's like ants crawling, it's a shame." Li Nuoyan also took out a huge plaque and said, "Little friend Chen Yun, mine is much better than his."

"Just because of this, the two of you are making trouble like this?" Chen Yun couldn't help but rolled his eyes, his face full of helplessness, feeling for these two old guys, in order to make a sign for Chen Yun.

"This is not a trivial matter." Wu Zhengrong waved his hand, put the plaque in front of Chen Yun, and said, "Let's not talk about this first, let's see how the three characters of Raging Fire Sect are written?"

"Little friend Chen Yun, take a look at mine too." Not to be outdone, Li Nuoyan also put down the plaque, "Look, this Raging Fire Sect, three words, so elegant."

"Seniors, you really learned a good handwriting, which is even more spectacular than mine." Chen Yun almost burst out laughing, and immediately found his balance.

"Hey, I thought the words I wrote could no longer be used, but I didn't expect..." Looking at the two plaques, Chen Yun couldn't help thinking to himself: "It turns out that the words I wrote are not the ugliest, at least they are very clean."

Written by Wu Zhengrong, the words Raging Fire Sect are big enough, mighty enough, and full of murderous aura.

However, if Wu Zhengrong didn't take the initiative to say that these are three characters, or Raging Fire Sect, Chen Yun really wouldn't recognize it, and would have thought it was a murderous painting.

Well, it's still a scribble.

On the other hand, Li Nuoyan's handwriting is a little more subtle, not to mention how well the handwriting is, just looking at the momentum, it is full of defensive momentum.

As expected, he majored in defense.

When it comes to words, they are much better than Wu Zhengrong. Although Chen Yun still can't recognize them, he can still know that there are three words.

No, to be specific, it should be three random paintings.

"Senior Wu, this..." Chen Yun really didn't know how to evaluate it, he was also kind, so he couldn't say it too bluntly.

"How is it?" Wu Zhengrong, his eyes full of anticipation, "Isn't it very domineering, is it much better than Old Man Li's? Using my plaque will definitely save face."

"Well, domineering is very domineering, but..." Chen Yun changed his voice and said subtly: "However, it's a pity to use it as a plaque."

"What a pity?" Wu Zhengrong was overjoyed, and glared at Li Nuoyan, his face full of complacency, "It's not a pity, not a pity at all."

"Little friend Chen Yun, please evaluate mine too." Li Nuoyan cast a glance at Wu Zhengrong, and said, "Mine is much better than old man Wu's."

"This plaque is full of defense." Chen Yun cupped his hands and said, "Senior Li, you are worthy of being an old man who majors in defense, and you are really powerful."

"Haha, little friend Chen Yun, I'm really flattered." Li Nuoyan laughed loudly, glanced at Wu Zhengrong complacently, and seemed to be saying, I'm not dead, did you hear me, it's better for me to write.

"However..." Chen Yun changed his voice again, shaking his head, still reserved, "It's a pity to use it as a plaque."

"It's a pity?" Li Nuoyan was startled, and quickly said: "It's not a pity, it's not a pity at all. As long as you agree, I'll hang it up for you right away."

"Don't." Chen Yun hurriedly stopped, reached out his hands, stroked the two plaques respectively, and said with a painful face: "What a pity, such a good boulder."

"Huh?" Duan Fan on the side blushed, and finally couldn't hold back, and laughed, "Haha, boss, you are really hurt."

Wu Zhengrong and Li Nuoyan blushed.

The feeling is that what Chen Yun said is a pity, it's not that their calligraphy is good, but their talents are too poor, it's a pity that they lost two good stones.

"Boy, why don't you laugh." Wu Zhengrong's temper was the hottest, he didn't dare to do anything to Chen Yun, but he didn't take Duan Fan seriously, "Laugh again, I will beat you."

Although he didn't know who Duan Fan was, he heard that Duan Fan was called Chen Yun's boss, so his relationship with Chen Yun couldn't be worse.

That's why he said he wanted to beat Duan Fan.

If an ordinary person dared to laugh at him, Wu Zhengrong would have slapped him long ago, and slapped the person who made fun of him to death.

Duan Fan could clearly feel that neither Wu Zhengrong nor Li Nuoyan's strength could be compared to that of ordinary Nascent Soul Stage Dzogchen masters.

However, with Chen Yun around, he wasn't afraid.

"Huh?" Even so, Duan Fan felt his whole body tremble, his laughter stopped abruptly, and he muttered softly, "The writing was ugly, and you took it out on me."

"Boy, how dare you say it." What Wu Zhengrong's cultivation level is, Duan Fan's words are of course heard, "If it is not for Chen Yun's sake, I can kill you with a single finger."

"Hey, boy, it seems that your handwriting is pretty good." Li Nuoyan smiled sinisterly, and said, "Write to me now, if it's not as good as ours, I will beat you too."

"Write and write."

Duan Fan didn't show weakness, he took out a long sword, a top-quality treasure, and swung it non-stop, and quickly swung it at Li Nuoyan's plaque.

"This……"

In the blink of an eye, Duan Fan had already completed the three characters of Lie Huo Zong. Wu Zhengrong and Li Nuoyan's old faces were blushing, and they couldn't say a word.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Wu Zhengrong and Li Nuoyan looked at each other, dropped the plaque in their hands, and ran away in despair.

"Damn it, you two old guys smashed my wooden floor." Seeing this, Chen Yun couldn't help yelling, "Don't run away, pay me."

It was fine if Chen Yun didn't say it. After saying this, the two old guys, Wu Zhengrong and Li Nuoyan, ran faster and disappeared in Chen Yun's sight.

"Old man Wu." At a corner of the building, Li Nuoyan cast a glance at Wu Zhengrong, and said, "Chen Yun's younger brother can write so well, so wouldn't Chen Yun be even better?"

"Does it matter?" Wu Zhengrong said angrily, "This time, we are not presenting a plaque, but a shame."

(To be continued)