Need for Immortal Mansion

"Haha." Chen Yun couldn't help laughing and cursing: "***, these two old fellows don't know how to live or die, but they actually competed with a great master of talisman refinement in writing. They are really humiliating themselves."

Looking at Wu Zhengrong and Li Nuoyan, these two worry-free old fellows, how they looked like they were running away in a panic, Chen Yun couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Great master of talisman refining?"

Hiding in a corner of the building, Wu Zhengrong and Li Nuoyan, who had been paying attention to Chen Yun's side, were full of shock in their eyes.

They never thought that Duan Fan, a little boy, was actually a grand master of talisman refinement.

"Old man Li, it doesn't look like our handwriting, it's ugly." Wu Zhengrong looked at Li Nuoyan, and said seriously: "It's strange, I can only blame that kid named Duan Fan, his handwriting is too good. "

"Well, I agree a hundred times." This time, Li Nuoyan did not disagree with Wu Zhengrong, "He is a great master of talisman refining. He draws talismans all day long. It is only natural that he writes well. We are not wronged."

"It's true." Wu Zhengrong nodded, and said brazenly, "Actually, our handwriting is pretty good."

"Of course." Li Nuoyan's face was even thicker, "If it wasn't for a coincidence, I met a great master of talisman refining, whose handwriting would be better than ours."

"That's, that's..." Wu Zhengrong couldn't help but said, "In addition to practicing, I often spend some time practicing calligraphy."

"Me too." Li Nuoyan expressed the same feeling, "Besides practicing, practicing calligraphy is my greatest pleasure."

These two old guys, who don't know how to write the word shame, have thick skins, have reached a certain level, and started to brag about themselves.

Unbeknownst to them, Wu Zhengrong and Li Nuoyan, the two old fellows, and Chen Yun, who was flamboyant, began to curse.

"Fortunately, I didn't smash my wooden floor, otherwise..." Chen Yun said viciously: "Otherwise, I will definitely beat them up."

The wooden floors paved by the Raging Fire Sect are all made of top-quality good wood that has grown for thousands of years, and treated with special methods.

Not to mention just two large plaques, even a cultivator below the Nascent Soul stage would find it difficult to leave any traces on the wooden floor.

If he wanted to use it, Chen Yun would use the best ones, and inferior ones would not be a concern at all.

"Boss, you are so awesome." Duan Fan on the side, his eyes lit up, his face full of admiration, "Those two old guys are even more awesome than the masters of the Nascent Soul Stage Dzogchen Realm Bar."

"Yes." Chen Yun nodded and said, "The two of them, one is the ancestor of the Nether Sect, and the other is the ancestor of the Penglai Xianmen."

"Don't look at their ugly handwriting, their cultivation is definitely a formidable one." Chen Yun said: "With their cultivation, it is enough to trigger a catastrophe."

"Cause a catastrophe?" Duan Fan's eyes widened, and there was a look of shock in his eyes, and he couldn't help but said in his heart: "Hey, I dared to challenge such an awesome guy just now."

"Boss, they all respect you so much..." Duan Fan rubbed his hands together, and said excitedly, "Are they the best, or is the boss even better?"

"I don't know if I can overthrow them. I haven't tried it." Chen Yun smiled lightly and said, "However, they don't want to kill me."

"what!"

Duan Fan let out an exclamation. Apart from being shocked, he really didn't know what to say. He said full of expectation: "Boss, why don't you find a chance to try someday?"

"Damn it, this stinky brat's cultivation level isn't very good, but he's just like Chen Yun." Wu Zhengrong felt a shock all over his body, and cold sweat also flowed down, "I want Chen Yun to try us."

"Duan Fan is not only talented in refining talismans, but also has a bad stomach." Li Nuoyan echoed, "As expected of Chen Yun's little brother, what a fool he is."

"I've heard for a long time that Chen Yun is not a good guy." Wu Zhengrong slapped his butt on the ground and said, "This guy is a black guy."

"As far as I know." Regardless of his own image, Li Nuoyan sat down next to Wu Zhengrong, "Chen Yun is just a troublemaker during the Qi training period. Lord of the Two."

With the strength of Penglai Xianmen and Youmingmen, it is still very easy to investigate a person, but they have found out all about Chen Yun's background.

Of course, they never knew about the existence of the Immortal Mansion, how Chen Yun made his fortune, and how his cultivation speed became so powerful all of a sudden.

"Yeah, um." Wu Zhengrong nodded repeatedly, "This guy is simply the young master killer of various sects. He doesn't have a big background and a big backer. This kid doesn't even bother to kill him."

At this time, Wu Zhengrong and Li Nuoyan seemed like they had been friends for a long time, and there was no sign of mutual dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction at the beginning.

"I've heard of this, too." Li Nuoyan said, "Chen Yun, from the very beginning, only picked out people with backgrounds to beat him up, and he was very dark."

"Black? That's very dark." Wu Zhengrong frowned, and said, "I heard that there are two small sects, who were planted by Chen Yun at both ends, and finally killed each other. Spirit grass and untamed monsters."

"I know this too." Li Nuoyan thought for a while and said, "I remembered, one is called Yushoumen, and the other is called Yunlaizong."

"Yes, it's these two." Wu Zhengrong took a deep breath and said, "With such a bastard, a guy who hangs out with him, how good is it?"

"It's no wonder that little bastard Duan Fan has a bad stomach." Li Nuoyan expressed his opinion, saying, "If you get close to Zhu, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black. What can we learn from Chen Yun?"

"Ah!"

Chen Yun felt the chill all over his body, so he sneezed involuntarily, looked around, and cursed: "Which old man is speaking ill of me behind my back?"

"Damn." Wu Zhengrong cursed in a low voice with some guilt, "Chen Yun is a dog, with such good ears, can he still hear us?"

They have set up a soundproof enchantment.

"Let's go, don't let Chen Yun get caught, or..." Li Nuoyan couldn't help but shudder, and said, "If Duan Fan is really persuaded to try our tricks, it will be a disaster."

"I heard from Yin Leng that this kid once planned to try Yin Leng." Wu Zhengrong was shocked suddenly, and his expression couldn't help changing, "Yin Leng is his father-in-law."

"This kid is too dangerous." Li Nuoyan's heart tightened, and he said, "Let's retreat quickly. He won't even let his father-in-law go. There's nothing he can't do."

After witnessing Chen Yun's Thousand Swords Unity, neither Wu Zhengrong nor Li Nuoyan had the confidence to resist or dodge.

"Ah!"

Chen Yun sneezed again, touched his nose, and cursed in a low voice: "It must be, old man Wu and old man Li, these two old guys are scolding me behind my back."

Looking around, he didn't find Wu Zhengrong and Li Nuoyan, so Chen Yun looked away.

"Fuck." When Chen Yun saw Duan Fan's expression and eyes, he couldn't help jumping back a step, "Duan Fan, your brain is broken, why are you scratching."

"Boss..." Duan Fan kept drooling, staring at Chen Yun with his lustful eyes, "Boss, you are simply too powerful. If you were a woman, I would definitely marry you."

"Get out." Without saying a word, Chen Yun raised his leg and kicked Duan Fangan, directly knocking Duan Fangan to the ground, "Damn it, set up a big formation for me, idiot."

"Oh."

Duan Fan withdrew his adoring eyes, flew up into the air, followed behind Chen Yun, flew up around Fumo Mountain, and checked the terrain and size.

A quarter of an hour later, Chen Yun took Duan Fan to look over the entire Fumo Mountain carefully.

"Duan Fan, how about it? How many spirit stones do you need?" Chen Yun looked at Duan Fan and then at the flying sword under his feet, his face turned cold, and he said, "Go on and talk."

"Whoosh!"

Chen Yun controlled the flying sword under his feet, and quickly charged towards the ground, while Duan Fan flew leisurely and contentedly in the air, following behind Chen Yun.

"The geographical location of Fumo Mountain is pretty good, and it's not too big, but..." Duan Fan was puzzled, and asked earnestly: "Boss, if this Fumo Mountain is smaller, it will be smaller." , However, the concentration of this spiritual energy is too thin."

Whether it is in the Immortal Mansion or the tenth floor of the Immortal Hall, the concentration of spiritual energy is much thicker than this, the holy place for cultivation in the eyes of the five sects.

Well, I don't know how many more.

How can Duan Fan see the concentration of aura on Fumo Mountain?

"You talk so much nonsense." Chen Yun gave Duan Fan a white look, and said, "It's thin, it's a little too thin, but it's much better than other places, so let's see."

"That's true." Duan Fan shrugged and said, "Although it's not very pretty, it's better than other places, but it's too thin."

"Damn, what are these two guys talking about? Is this what people say?" Wu Zhengrong and Li Nuoyan have been secretly following Chen Yun and Duan Fan.

Who knew that when they stopped, they dared to say such a thing.

"The Fumo Mountain, which is regarded as a treasure land of cultivation by our five sects, is actually too thin in the eyes of these two boys?" Li Nuoyan couldn't stand it anymore.

"***, these two guys are still human?" Wu Zhengrong's whole body was trembling non-stop, "Such a strong aura is just for viewing."

"Prodigal son, prodigal son." Li Nuoyan was also almost vomiting blood from anger, "That kid Chen Yun is even more extreme. Whether the aura is strong or not is just a criterion for judging whether he looks good or not."

Wu Zhengrong and Li Nuoyan, these two old fellows with the power to trigger a catastrophe, were completely stimulated by the conversation between Chen Yun and Duan Fan.

Damn, this is so exciting, so depressing.

"Duan Fan, tell me how many spirit stones you need." Unknown, Chen Yun, who followed Wu Zhengrong and Li Nuoyan all the way, said, "If it's not enough, I'll try to get it from Old Man Wu and Old Man Li."

"20 yuan is enough." Duan Fan's eyes lit up, and he said with a smirk, "Boss, why don't you blackmail those two old fellows?"

Wu Zhengrong and Li Nuoyan, who were in the dark, couldn't take it anymore and rolled their eyes.

(To be continued)