Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

On the mountain road to Qixuan Sect, some woodcutter passed by and saw a group of warriors standing together chatting.

They were already used to this, as the Qixuan Sect was a famous sect in the South.

The Yin Qi on Zhong Ying's grandson had been easily removed by Fang Chen. Without the Yin Qi lingering around him, the child's complexion improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone in Dian Cang was completely shocked when they saw Fang Chen's methods.

You must know that the grandson of their leader has been seriously ill since he was a child, and he has been looking for famous doctors everywhere but can't cure it. Now he just got a tap and the disease is cured?

Isn't this the legendary method of the immortal family?

Seeing that her grandson was recovering from illness, Zhong Ying gradually smiled a little more, chatting with Fang Chen about the changes in the Southland in the past few decades.

Everyone in Dian Cang was very excited. They felt that an opportunity like today would only come once in a hundred years, and they would have bragging rights when they get older.

Only He Hai and others were sitting on pins and needles, with their heads lowered, standing aside and not daring to say a word.

Most of them didn't listen to the conversation between the two. Their hearts were mostly filled with fear and they were confused.

"Master He, don't you want to know about Fang Guogong's deeds? You also want to compare the gap between you and Fang Guogong."

Zhong Ying looked at He Hai: "Now that Duke Fang is here, you might as well ask him in person."

He Hai forced a smile on his face, "Those words just now were just jokes, they cannot be taken seriously, they cannot be taken seriously..."

He glanced at Fang Chen with his peripheral vision, and when he saw Fang Chen's calm expression, he was relieved, and then he kept thinking and guessing in his mind.

Is the person in front of me really that Fang Junshen?

Everyone in Dian Cang looked at He Hai, with residual anger still in their eyes.

The middle-aged couple hesitated to speak. If Fang Guogong hadn't taken action, their son would have died on the way.

He Hai suddenly remembered something, and the panic in his heart dissipated a little. He coughed, cupped his fists at Fang Chen and said:

"Fang... Duke Guo, when you came back this time, did you go to Kyoto for a walk? This Daxia is different from before.

In today's world of Daxia, human and earth mysteries can be seen everywhere, and there are also many heavenly and mystical warriors.

I once fought against a monk and found that compared to the monk, Tianxuan seemed to be less willing to give in. "

Zhong Ying and others were slightly shocked. He Hai had ever fought against a monk before? No wonder he is so arrogant...

"Fang Guogong, you are a senior. I wonder... if you can give me some advice to the juniors today."

He Hai bowed respectfully, his eyes twinkling.

The warriors of Qingshan Helm greatly admired the courage of the helmsman, and were also curious in their hearts. If this man was really Duke Fang, how big a gap would there be in strength between him and their helmsman?

Fang Chen smiled and shook his head: "Let's go down the mountain."

"Fang Guogong doesn't want to give guidance to the younger generation, or...doesn't he dare?"

He Hai still looked respectful.

The expressions of Zhong Ying and others changed. This guy is looking for death! ?

Fang Chen said nothing.

He Hai waited for a while but didn't get a reply. He already knew it in his heart and couldn't help but sneer:

"Walk."

He turned around and walked down the mountain. His men were about to follow him, but they all froze on the spot with horrified expressions on their faces.

I saw sweat pouring out from He Hai's neck. It would be fine if it was just ordinary sweat, but the sweat was blood red and was clearly blood sweat!

He Hai didn't seem to notice anything strange, so he turned around and glanced at his subordinates:

"Aren't you going to leave? Duke Fang doesn't want to give us advice. Why are we staying here?"

"Helmsman, helmsman, don't you feel any discomfort?"

A Qingshan helmsman asked with a pale face.

"Discomfort?"

He Hai was stunned for a moment, and then he felt that his body was sticky. He stretched out his hand and wiped it, but his hand was covered with blood.

Zhong Ying and others looked at each other, and suddenly thought that He Hai seemed to have said just now that he had shed drop after drop of blood and sweat over the years to achieve everything in front of him...

A flash of fear flashed in He Hai's eyes, and he turned around and ran down the mountain. As a result, the more he ran, the more blood and sweat he got on his body.

A deep red mark appeared on the ground. He Hai fell to the ground with a plop before running ten feet away.

Just now he was a Tianxuan third-level warrior with strong vitality and strong flesh and blood, but now he has become as skinny as a stick.

He Hai was not dead yet. He turned around with difficulty and raised his arm towards Fang Chen, as if he wanted to grab something:

"Fang, Fang Guogong...spare my life..."

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

He died before he finished speaking, his arms still raised in the air.

Both the people in Dian Cang and the warriors in Qingshan Helm felt that this scene was too terrifying.

The majestic Martial King... died inexplicably like this?

"Master Zhong, just say goodbye."

Fang Chen hugged Zhong Ying, turned around and walked towards the mountain.

Zhong Ying bowed quickly, looked at Fang Chen's back with a strange expression, and then looked at He Hai's body.

"Mom, can we go up the mountain yet?"

The middle-aged couple asked cautiously.

"Go back. Meeting Fang Guogong today is a blessing in your life. Don't think too much about it."

Zhong Ying sighed softly, and then hugged the child with a happy face:

"Jing'er, how do you feel now?"

"Grandma, I feel like I have strength all over my body."

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

Zhong Ying carried the child down the mountain, and everyone in Dian Cang quickly followed.

The remaining Qingshan helmsmen looked at each other in confusion, and in the end they all chose to turn a blind eye to He Hai's body.

They were afraid that there was still some kind of trick left on him that would lead to such a strange end for themselves, so they didn't even dare to get close to him, let alone collect the body.

In Qixuan Sect, an old man with white hair and shawl was sitting on a stone platform. He saw seven flying knives being pulled by some kind of energy, swimming around the old man's body like fish.

The old man's aura is much stronger than that of He Hai and his ilk. As far as martial arts is concerned, he has reached the end, the fourth level of Tianxuan, Emperor Qi.

After a few breaths, the seven flying knives suddenly turned into a white light and shattered a barren mountaintop several miles away.

That hilltop is where Qixuan Sect disciples practice.

"You guys, can you see clearly?"

The flying knife returned to the front and slowly landed on his knees. The white-haired old man glanced at the hundreds of disciples below and said calmly.

These disciples are the core of the Qixuan Sect and will be the basis for the establishment of the Qixuan Sect in the future.

A middle-aged man stood at the front with a wry smile on his face: "Father, the Qixuan Sword in your hand is close to the Tao. Even if we practice for another hundred years, we can't compare."

"Can't compare? I feel that my life is about to end. If none of you bastards can inherit my mantle, Qixuan Sect will be disbanded in the future to avoid embarrassment.

It's just a green mountain and it's like a sea. Except for me, none of you can match it. It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous! "

The white-haired old man had an angry look on his face and scolded the juniors of the sect while spitting.

"Father, your longevity is as long as Nanshan Mountain and as blessed as the East Sea. You have already passed your longevity. How can you end your life so soon?"

The middle-aged man looked shocked.

The white-haired old man looked at him for a while and sighed softly: "Da Xia's martial arts in the early days was far inferior to what it is now.

After the batch of martial arts from Hanshui Kingdom came in, many people did not practice properly, which resulted in hidden illnesses. Although their realms have kept up, their longevity is not as good as before.

I can't avoid it, but your generation is different. The older generation has helped you go through many shortcomings, so you can avoid them. "

Everyone looked solemn. They had indeed heard of this incident. In recent years, many martial arts giants had suddenly passed away and died strangely.

Now that I think about it, these are all the hidden wounds I acquired when I was young. After all, Daxia at that time did not have its own inheritance, and the older generation had no one to lead them in martial arts training. They all relied on their understanding and their own exploration...

"who!?"

Suddenly someone shouted.

Everyone turned to look and saw a young Taoist who had appeared under the stone platform at some unknown moment!

Fang Chen frowned and looked at Huangfujie. After a while, he sighed softly: "Old friend, I'm here to see you off."