Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Not long after, Langdaochun came to the house where Fang Chen was retreating. When he saw that the place was shrouded in forbidden laws, he couldn't help but reveal a wry smile on his face.

"Brother Lang, I'm not lying to you. Lao Fang is indeed in seclusion. It seems that it's a critical moment. You can't force him to come out to help you solve the problem, right?"

Wang Chongsong said helplessly.

Fang Han stood silently aside.

Langdaochun stood here and looked at it for a while, then shrugged:

"It seems that the only person who can speak for me is gone."

Both Wang Chongsong and Fang Han felt a kind of "a tiger falling down and being bullied by a dog" in Langdaochun.

How prosperous the divine race was in the past, and the vast territory and power of the divine dynasty it created were far beyond the imagination of those with supernatural powers from the human race.

But now, in just a few decades, the God Clan has fallen apart.

The remaining half-saints, who are still in good numbers, can only take their descendants away from the storm vortex.

Since there is no saint sitting in charge, the gods are no longer qualified to have 'independence' in the divine domain.

They can only choose to rely on various major ethnic groups.

And because the Supreme Bones of the God Clan are still there and have superior combat power at the same level, when they become the choice of slave soldiers, they will naturally be targeted by all major ethnic groups.

Who doesn't like this kind of slave soldier with superior combat power, who is easier to use than his own clan members?

When the Protoss faces the situation of being ‘in need’, many troubles will arise.

Some ethnic groups will politely invite the semi-saints of the Gods to join them and give them better treatment than normal slave soldiers.

However, some ethnic groups use hunting methods to hunt down the Gods. Because the Gods do not have saints to guard them, they can suppress and arrest them unscrupulously.

These ethnic groups usually have had quarrels with the Gods, and there are even eleven powerful tribes behind them.

This also leads to the predicament faced by the Protoss today. Even if many ethnic groups are willing to help, they dare not force themselves to come forward.

"Brother Lang... Actually, it's not easy for me to come forward. After all, he represents the human race. If he comes forward to solve your predicament, it will inevitably make the human race jealous."

Wang Chongsong said.

“I know it’s hard for you humans to come forward, and even if you do, the other party won’t buy it.

But Fang Chen was different. "

Corridor said in a deep voice:

"He is the number one in his class in the Battle of the Holy Tower. As long as he is willing to come forward, I am 70% to 80% sure that the other party will sell his face.

And since he is not a saint of the human race, he will not be regarded as participating in this matter on behalf of the human race, and will not affect you, the human race. "

"That's what I said, but who knows..."

Wang Chongsong whispered softly.

A sneer appeared on Langdaochun's fat face:

"You underestimate the value of being number one at the same level. Every five hundred years, only ten such beings can appear in each realm.

I can say that as long as Fang Chen is willing, saints from the eleven powerful clans will soon accept him and be trained under his disciples.

Others will also be afraid of this. "

After saying this, he glanced at Fang Han and said hesitantly:

"What's your Fang Clan's attitude towards this matter?"

"Ancestor said that we will not interfere in this matter, but we will not interfere with Ancestor Chen's wishes.

If Ancestor Chen is willing, let him go. "

Fang Han said.

"That's good, that's good..."

Langdaochun seemed to be relieved, "I will stay with you for a while and wait for Brother Fang to clear the barrier."

"That's not a problem."

Fang Han smiled and nodded: "I will arrange a house for you."

"Just around here."

Corridor Chun Road.

"Well...Brother Lang, I have a heartfelt request..."

Wang Chongsong's expression changed, and he spoke slightly nervously.

"What kind of unkind invitation?"

Langdaochun smiled and said: "Don't be so polite, just say it directly, the gods today are no longer what they used to be."

"When I participated in the Battle of the Holy Tower, I was besieged and had no chance to fight against the twelve powerful tribes, so..."

Wang Chongsong said with a smile.

"Okay, you can find a place and I will spar with you."

Langdaochun simply nodded in agreement. In the past, how could the Gods fight against such a weak tribe? They would not even pay attention to such a rude request.

After a pause, he looked at Fang Han:

"My stay is not in vain. Even the Nine Ranks of your Fang Clan can come forward and compete with each other without harming their lives."

"Thank you, Your Excellency!"

Fang Han was also a little happy.

If there is a nine-level training partner from the God Clan, those nine-level players from the Fang Clan will definitely be able to hone their magical powers and take a step further!

Just do what you say.

Half an hour later, several of them had appeared in the martial arts arena.

More and more magical power users from the Fang Clan came after hearing the news, and even a few Limit Breaking Ancestors came.

Fang Canyou pushed the wheelchair and was surrounded by several ancestors who broke the limit.

"That's a boy from the Wang family, why is he here?"

He pointed at Wang Chongsong, who was facing off against Corridor Chun.

Fang Ding came forward and whispered:

"Ancestor, the boy from the Wang family said that the Fang clan has the best feng shui in its class and wants to spend some years cultivating here. We also have a good relationship with the Wang family, so we agreed."

"He's really good at finding nests."

Fang Cangyou smiled and nodded, then his eyes fell on Langdaochun, and he sighed:

"This time the Nine Ranks No. 1 in Dragon Saint City is indeed well-deserved. I feel that his strength is more than ten times stronger than our Fang Clan's Nine Ranks."

There were also dozens of Fang Clan Jiuzhuan nearby, and they were all slightly startled when they heard this.

Can it be ten times stronger?

Their expressions were complicated, and they didn't want to believe it, but they had to believe it.

“But this boy from the Wang family is not weak either… His strength is probably one of the best among the Nine Ranks of the human race.

Maybe it can last a few moves. "

Fang Canyou narrowed his eyes slightly.

Everyone's attention immediately fell on Wang Chongsong, and it was a bit unexpected for them to receive such a comment from Fang Canyou.

In the martial arts arena, Wang Chongsong took a deep breath, crossed his hands in the corridor and said:

"Brother Lang, I hope you won't spare any effort and let me feel the gap between you and me."

"good."

Corridor Chun nodded lightly.

After a few breaths, the martial arts arena was enveloped in a ray of light.

Wang Chongsong took action first.

In an instant, the mighty immortal essence spurted out, and everyone seemed to see layer after layer of terrifying phenomena manifesting around Wang Chongsong.

"It is indeed better than me!?"

Some senior members of the Fang clan looked startled.

They never expected that Wang Chongsong, who didn't even break in with 100,000 people, would be stronger than them, and much stronger.

"In the future, the person in the Wang family who has the best chance of being promoted to a saint should be him."

Fang Canyou nodded lightly.

Everyone's expressions became more and more complicated.

The next moment, the terrifying magical power instantly overwhelmed Langdaochun.

Then these powers were like a puff of smoke, disappearing without a trace.

Corridor Chun was in it and was not harmed at all, not even a hair was affected by it.

His retaliation was simple. He appeared behind Wang Chongsong at extremely fast speed and tapped him lightly on the neck.

boom--

Wang Chongsong rolled his eyes and fainted to the ground.

at the same time.

The sealing book constructed by the billowing golden light in front of Fang Chen's eyes also made a roaring sound, and was eventually absorbed into his body.