Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Wang Zhenlong has already led everyone on the return journey. It has been more than a month since he left the Kunlun Sword Sect. He has not spoken a word and has been thinking about something.

Zhang Ling and others were not easy to ask, and they wanted to inquire with Fang Chen for information, but saw that Fang Chen was also deep in thought, so they gave up the idea.

"The Burial Sword Ladder to Heaven, the bet..."

Fang Chen felt a little solemn.

This time Li Changsheng asked for three people from the Xuxian Sword Sect, and he was one of them, along with Bai Qingming and Qin Hucheng.

The bet will begin three years later, so the three of them will go to Kunlun Sword Sect by then, and Li Changsheng will take them to Qiufeng to accept the bet.

According to Li Changsheng's wishes, Fang Chen could just stay in the Kunlun Sword Sect for the past three years and cultivate, but Wang Zhenlong insisted on taking him away.

"Boy, if you don't want to accept the date, I can find a way to hide you."

Wang Zhenlong, who had been silent until now, suddenly called out, and his voice rang in Fang Chen's ears.

Fang Chen was startled. Could it be that this is what Wang Zhenlong has been thinking about for the rest of the month?

"Master, if that Ancestor Li did not lie, this bet will be extremely involved and will directly affect Central Continent, Ditian, and Beidou."

"Can I not know? Li Changsheng deliberately took the lives of nine Wu family disciples to make me angry, didn't he just want me to do my best to deal with this matter?

In addition, it can also save the truly talented out-of-body sword cultivators in Kunlun Sword Sect from the pain of broken swords, which is really killing two birds with one stone.

But... this matter has nothing to do with you. You are just out of body, like a child among mortals learning to talk, so there is no need to get involved in this matter.

As long as you don't want to go, I will try my best to prevent Li Changsheng from finding you. "

"The two senior brothers Bai Qingming and Qin Hucheng..."

"They are going, and Li Changsheng cannot deny them all their face. Besides, the Xuxian Sword Sect does have to take some responsibility."

"Then I'll go with you, just to see the world."

"You have to think clearly. Even Li Changsheng laughs at himself as a thug. If you go there, the monks there may not have any respect for your identity. Maybe...

The old Sword Immortal's delay in becoming the Patriarch may also be related to the fact that he went to Prison Wind. "

Fang Chen suddenly realized that this was what Wang Zhenlong was worried about.

The other party was afraid that the state of mind he had cultivated for many years would be shaken by the contempt of the prisoner wind monk.

On this point, Wang Zhenlong was overly worried.

Ever since he condensed the Nine Heavens Xuan Ni Yuan Shen, he is no longer a pure sword cultivator. Even if he is still on the path of sword cultivating now, he will not be swayed by such small things.

Half a year later, everyone returned to the Xuxian Sword Sect. All the disciples in the Sword Sect came out to greet them, and two Xuanxian ancestors that Fang Chen had never seen before also came out.

The elders from each peak stood behind these two men, and they all cast approving glances at Fang Chen.

Including the elder who taught the skills of Ji Jian Peak.

Fang Chen stayed in Xuxian Sword Sect for a few days and then returned to Huangyuan.

“Mr.

Fang Chen asked softly.

Mr. Xun was lying on the chair. He glanced at him and said calmly: "You already know the place of Prison Wind?"

"This journey of learning swordsmanship should be the intention of Patriarch Li."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

Mr. Xun pondered for a while and then said with a faint smile: "I also guessed it, but I didn't expect it was for a bet. It seems that he thinks you are expected to achieve outstanding results in the Sword Burial Ladder."

After a pause, "Did you just say that Li Changsheng is a subordinate of a certain big shot in Prison Wind Land? In fact, that's not the case. He is just a son-in-law."

Son-in-law?

Fang Chen was startled, and looked at Mr. Xun with a strange expression: "The Li Changsheng who is number one on the list of emperors here, the Li Ancestor, is the son-in-law of Qi Feng?"

Let alone sword cultivators, even ordinary mortal men rarely choose to become a son-in-law.

What's more, the sword cultivator among the monks is currently the number one religious ancestor on the emperor list...

"Don't look down on Li Changsheng's son-in-law status. His father-in-law is a famous and powerful man in the Land of Prison Wind. He can kill all the ancestors on the Emperor's List with just a flick of his finger.

This matter was caused by fate. Originally, the identity of this son-in-law should be Li Jingnian of your Xuxian Sword Sect, but he was arrogant and did not want to become a lowly son-in-law, and then he was taken advantage of by Li Changsheng. "

Mr. Xun smiled lightly, as if he had seen this happen with his own eyes.

"With a flick of your finger, you can kill all the religious ancestors on the Emperor's List..."

Fang Chen's expression became more solemn. Is such a being a second-level loose immortal? Or a third-level loose immortal?

What surprised him even more was that there was such a story between the old swordsman and Li Changsheng...

"It's a pity. If Li Jingnian hadn't been so aggressive, he would be the number one swordsman here.

With his talent, his strength is definitely higher than that of Li Changsheng. After all, when the two were at the same level, Li Changsheng was far inferior to Li Jingnian.

Just for this bit of arrogance, I gave up a great future, huh. "

Mr. Xun smiled coldly.

"Mr.

Fang Chen said.

"Don't imitate him."

Mr. Xun immediately stood up and pointed at Fang Chen: "You have to remember that nothing in this world is more important than fists. No matter what the process is, we only care about the results!

If you are as pedantic as Li Jingnian, sooner or later you will be ruined by your own hands and take many detours! "

"Disciples are taught."

Fang Chen nodded thoughtfully. He did not reject Mr. Xun's views and could understand Li Jingnian's thoughts and Li Changsheng's actions.

There are thousands of kinds of people and millions of roads, and they all have different ways of walking.

"Huh……"

Mr. Xun was slightly surprised: "Did you really listen?"

Fang Chen nodded honestly: "I listened."

"You are such a good boy."

There was a flash of regret in Mr. Xun's eyes, as if he was sighing that he could not become the master of this good seedling in front of him.

"Just listen, your trip to Prison Wind may be dangerous this time, but it may not be without opportunities, so just make good use of it.

As for this bet, you have to be careful. Although Li Changsheng is the number one emperor here, if the bet really fails, Li Changsheng may not be able to explain some of the situations that the three countries will face. By then, the world will be in chaos. . "

Mr. Xun sat back on the chair again, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes:

"I'm old, and I am powerless to do many things. I have to look after you juniors from now on. Go down, I want to take a nap."

"Then disciple, please leave first."

Fang Chen crossed his fists and turned to leave.

Instead of leaving the deserted courtyard, he found Mr. Ji and called the other five gentlemen over through him.