I'm an immortal in heaven

Yanluobuzhou, Jinghuzhou, Ao Shixianfang.

Fang Jian set up a small stall on the side of Xianfang street, and put his several kinds of spirit tea on the stall.

There are small stalls like this on both sides of the street, some selling spells, magic weapons, pills, Taoism, spells, and formations.
The monks on the street come and go, most of them just leave after just a glance. Yanluobuzhou is the sphere of influence of Taiyin Xianting, so there are more disciples of Taiyin Xianting in Xianfang.

As early as ten years ago, all the Da Luo Jinxians in the three worlds of the present world submitted letters to the Heavenly Court. The death of the two Da Luo Jinxians in the Eastern Cangtian brought them too much shock and fear, and no one dared to challenge the Heavenly Court anymore. authority.

Therefore, the Da Luo Jinxians of the four great fairy courts in Xixihaotian are naturally also in the list of candidates, and the leader of the Taiyin fairy court was officially conferred the titles of "Lianru Zhenjun" and "Xianjun" of Taiyin fairy court by the heavenly court.

Moreover, all the imperial edicts were issued by the Taishi Xiandu, that is, they were sealed by Fang Jian himself.

The real king is the fruit position, and the immortal king is the famous position. They asked the heaven for the title to express their support for the heaven and accept the rule of the heaven, so the heaven must naturally grant it.

However, no matter how much these immortals want to break their heads, they can't imagine that the "Hongqing Emperor", the chief emperor of the heaven who conferred on them, is now turning into a Yangshen realm monk and setting up a stall in a fairy workshop under their jurisdiction. .

A gust of fragrant wind wafted in front of Fang Jian, and a woman in a pale pink skirt with fairy hair in a bun walked past Fang Jian's booth, but after walking four or five steps, she turned back.

The woman's beautiful eyes glanced at the tea pots at Fang Jian's booth, and then asked, "How is the quality of your tea?"

Fang Jian sat cross-legged on the ground very casually, looked at the woman and asked, "Which one did fellow Taoist ask?"

The woman asked in surprise, "Which one? Do you have many kinds of spiritual tea here?"

Fang Jian pointed to the booth in front of him and said, "The one on the left is high-grade spiritual tea, the one in the middle is middle-grade spiritual tea, and the one on the right is low-grade spiritual tea. The quality of the top grade is very good, the quality of the middle grade is medium, and the quality of the low grade is very poor." , can only be used as ration tea."

When the woman heard Fang Jian's words, she couldn't help nodding her head slightly, and said, "You are quite professional, can I have a look at the top-grade spiritual tea?"

Fang Jian smiled and said, "Of course."

The woman squatted down immediately, looked at the six cans of high-grade spiritual tea on the left, and found that these high-grade spiritual teas were all packaged in jade jars, and each jar had a different name.

"Yan Shui Ning, Qing Shuang Lu, Xue Bai Tou" the woman read out the names one by one, and said: "Do these names represent different types?"

"Yes." Fang Jian said, "Fellow Daoist, you can open the tea to have a look."

The woman nodded, then stretched out her hand to pick up the 'Snow White Head' jade jar, and then she opened the lid of the jade jar, and suddenly a burst of bitter and cold fragrance came out of the jade jar.

As soon as the woman's eyes lit up, the fragrance filled her lungs instantly, and a gust of cold air penetrated from the tip of her nose and went straight to the top of the sky, causing her to shiver involuntarily, and her whole body was instantly shaken.

"Is there the aura of ice and snow in it?" The woman asked Fang Jian.

Fang Jian nodded and said: "Yes, these spiritual teas of mine are all roasted through a special 'tea frying technique', and retain the aura of the place where the original plant grew. It is picked from the tea trees that grow on the snow-capped mountains, and then fried."

The quality of spiritual tea should be distinguished from the spiritual energy contained in it. Low-grade spiritual tea contains "one mile of spiritual energy", middle-grade spiritual tea can contain "ten-mile spiritual energy", and top-grade spiritual tea can contain "hundred miles of spiritual energy". Top-grade spiritual tea also contains different kinds of spiritual energy.

For example, the ice and snow aura of Fang Jian's 'Snow White Head' is a highly cherished water-based heterogeneous aura, and this heterogeneous aura is determined according to the geographical environment where the spiritual tea plant grows.

The woman was very moved, and immediately asked Fang Jian: "How much robbery jade do you want for this pot?"

Fang Jian said: "This pot of spiritual tea is one catty, and one pot costs [-] robbery jades."

"Ah? So expensive?" The woman was surprised, and immediately put down the tea pot in her hand, and then said to Fang Jian, "Excuse me."

Fang Jian smiled faintly, then the woman got up, took another look at the tea pot with white hair, then turned and left.

After the woman left, no one came to see the spirit tea, so Fang Jian had to sit cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed.

About half an hour later, Fang Jian suddenly heard the sound of objects colliding in his ears. He opened his eyes and saw a man in a white jade silk Taoist robe in front of the small stall selling charms on the street opposite him. Children in their teens were kicking wooden boxes full of charms on the stalls.

The stall owner was a casual cultivator in Nascent Soul Realm. The wooden box on his stall was kicked into chaos by the child, but he could only smile apologetically, and let the child continue to kick it into chaos while tidying it up.

Fortunately, there are mana seals on those wooden boxes, otherwise it will be difficult to clean up the scattered spells this time, and once the runes of the spells are stained with dirt, their mana will be destroyed immediately.

Seeing this scene, Fang Jian immediately said, "Little guy, what are you doing?"

"Don't mess with him." As soon as Fang Jian opened his mouth, a Nascent Soul Realm girl selling wine pills at a booth next to him hurriedly said to Fang Jian, "It's the grandson of Fei Ling."

Fang Jian looked slightly surprised, and asked, "Who is the Great Immortal Feiling?"

The girl said: "It's the 'owner' of Aoshi Immortal Workshop, a cultivator in the Heavenly Wonderland, you can't offend him." The girl lowered her head as she spoke, not daring to look around, for fear of attracting the child's attention force.

But at this time, the child's attention had already been attracted by Fang Jian, and he took a step forward and crossed to come to Fang Jian.

"What are you selling?" the child asked Fang Jian with his hands on his hips.

Fang Jian said: "Spiritual tea."

The child glanced at the tea cans in front of Fang Jian, then raised his foot and kicked them on the stall. In an instant, all the tea cans fell to the ground with a 'jingle'.

Fortunately, these tea pots have mana seals, so they didn't spill out, but Fang Jian sat up straight immediately.

The child saw the tea cans rolled to the ground, kicked and stepped on them, and soon these tea cans were kicked everywhere by him.

The child didn't speak, and kicked while staring at Fang Jian with big bright eyes, his head raised slightly, and his face was full of complacency.

The stall owners around did not dare to say a word, and the monks passing by even pretended not to see it. Many monks even took advantage of the chaos to take away the tea pots that had fallen to the ground, but Fang Jian saw all this.

But Fang Jian didn't pay attention to those monks who were taking the sheep by hand for the time being. Instead, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed the child's arm, and threw him to the ground. Butt is a cane.

The child screamed, he had no idea that Fang Jian would dare to attack him, when the cane fell on his buttocks, the child let out a sharp scream.

The stall owners around were stunned when they saw this scene, but they also felt extremely happy in their hearts. However, they still put away their stalls as fast as they could, and ran as far as they could, for fear that blood would splash on them later. on them.

Fang Jian's arms rose and fell quickly, and the child had already been hit five or six times on the buttocks in just three breaths. The child lay on the ground crying and screaming, tears fell to the ground, and soon fell to the bluestone floor under his feet A pool of tears.

"Little guy, are you still naughty?" Fang Jian asked.

But when the child heard this, he cried back and cursed: "You bastard, how dare you hit me? My mother won't let you go!"

"You dare to curse?" Fang Jian's eyes widened, he raised his hand and hit him again with the cane, and the child suddenly cried even more fiercely.

"stop!"

At this moment, a shout came from the sky above Xianfang, and then three celestial lights flew down from far and near.

As the three fairy lights fell to the ground, a female monk from the Mysterious Fairyland flew down in front of Fang Jian with two monks from the True Fairyland. But as soon as she appeared, she raised her hand and slapped Fang Jian.

In an instant, an extremely powerful and merciless force turned into a big handprint and hit Fang Jian, showing no mercy and showing murderous intent.

'Yin' However, at this moment, a sound of sword chanting suddenly resounded through Aoshi Xianfang, and the sword on Fang Jian's back was suddenly unsheathed, and then the sword energy fell down like a rainbow.

'boom'

The big handprint of the female monk was shattered by a sword, and the huge power spread out in all directions in an instant. Fang Jian still stood in place, and the wishful sword was also floating in front of Fang Jian with a shimmering fairy light.

This sword is transformed from the acquired treasure "Ruyi Dzi Bead". Because it is a sword transformed from Ruyi Dzi Bead, it is called Ruyi Sword. If it is turned into a stick, it is called Ruyi Stick.

The woman was slightly startled when she saw that her spell was broken by a sword, but she soon discovered the problem, "Xianbao?"

The woman looked at the long sword suspended in front of Fang Jian, her eyes were slightly concentrated, from the sword force released from the long sword, and the spell that cut through herself so easily, she could know that the sword was definitely a fairy treasure. As for whether it is a low-grade fairy treasure or a high-grade fairy treasure, it is not yet clear.

Fang Jian stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, looked at the woman and said, "Friend Daoist, what do you mean by this? Why did you kill Pindao as soon as we met? If it wasn't for Pindao who had a sharp weapon, wouldn't he have been killed by you just now?" "

The woman snorted coldly, pointed at the child on the ground and said, "Do you know who he is?"

Fang Jian said, "How do I know who he is? I'm not his father."

The woman's expression changed suddenly, and a cultivator from the Realm of Immortal Realm beside her shouted sharply: "You little cultivator from the Yang God Realm, how dare you talk to my wife like that? Quickly kneel down and apologize!"

"Mom!" The child suddenly got up from the ground, cried and ran towards the woman,
The woman was startled, and quickly shouted: "Tuier be careful."

But until the child ran into the woman's arms, Fang Jian did not stop him. While the woman breathed a sigh of relief, the scruples in her heart immediately dissipated.

"Everyone, you are limited to leave this area within thirty breaths." The woman handed the child over to the monks in the real fairyland, and then said to the monks who were watching the excitement.

Hearing the words, the surrounding monks did not dare to disobey the woman, turned around and left the area one after another, and soon the street was emptied.

Then the woman turned around and also raised a sword and said, "He is my son."

"Ah?" Fang Jian was startled, and then hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "So this boy is the son of a fellow Taoist. He is really disrespectful and disrespectful. It seems that a fellow Taoist is really not an ordinary person for giving birth to such an uneducated son."

The woman's face changed drastically, and then she said in an extremely cold tone: "You bastard, you are courting death."

After the words fell, the woman raised her hand and slashed at Fang Jian with a sword. The sword qi neighed, and the killing intent surged. Fang Jian took a step back, and then slashed out with the sword.

Only the sound of two swords tearing apart the sky was heard, and then the two sword lights slashed together. With a loud noise, the woman's sword energy was directly shattered by Fang Jian's sword energy, but Fang Jian's sword energy was also shattered. Then it was cut through by the woman's second sword energy.

Seeing that his sword energy was shattered, Fang Jian was not surprised at all, but instead said to the woman approvingly, "That's right."

The woman dismissed it, she thought that Fang Jian was just pretending to be calm, but she was really a little surprised in her heart, she had already tested the grade of Fang Jian's sword with that blow just now.

Although a little shocked in her heart, the woman still said with a hint of arrogance: "You are not bad, a monk in the Yang God Realm actually has a high-grade fairy treasure in his hand."

Fang Jian said with a smile: "Poverty travels north and south to do some small business. If you don't have a sharp weapon for self-defense, how can you live to this day?"

The woman said coldly: "It's only today."

"Top grade fairy treasure!" The monks in the distance were shocked when they heard this.

"This kid is quite rich." A middle-aged true fairyland monk said.

Another monk said: "It's quite rich. A high-grade fairy treasure costs at least 36 robbery jades. According to my current speed, I will have to earn 300 years to earn so many robbery jades."

Listening to the woman's words, Fang Jian smiled and said, "Isn't it? I beat your son because your son was too naughty and kicked over my booth and kicked my teapot all over the floor. Look, and A lot of tea pots were taken away by people. If I hit him twice, you will kill me, so should you compensate me for my losses?"

If Fang Jian hadn't come to the world to experience his state of mind this time, the woman's soul had already reported to Yaoyintian by now.

However, experiencing the state of mind does not mean that you have to swallow your anger. Fang Jian looked at the woman with the wishful sword in his hand and said, "If fellow daoist is unreasonable and wants the life of a poor daoist, then today I have to fight for life and death with fellow daoist."

When the woman heard this, the sword in her hand let out a sword cry, but at this moment, the real fairyland monk on the right of the woman said: "Madam, under the eyes of everyone, don't argue with him, so as not to lose your wife's status. Drive him out of Xianfang, avoid many eyes and ears, and then make a plan."

Hearing the words of this true fairyland monk, the woman's eyes were slightly cold, and she let out a cold snort, and then she looked at Fang Jian and said: "My family pushed your booth over, and you beat him again, my son He is a body of ten thousand gold, and even I have never beaten him. So, since you beat him, it is considered that he has compensated your loss, and the matter is evened out."

Then the woman added: "But Ao Shi Xian Fang does not welcome fellow Taoists, you should go to other places to do business."

As soon as the woman's voice fell, the cultivator in the real fairyland on the left of the woman immediately sacrificed the magic weapon, and said to Fang Jian: "Friend Daoist, please."

Fang Jian put away the wishful sword and put it back into its sheath, used his mana to put the tea cans on the ground that hadn't been taken by others into the storage bag, then cupped his hands and smiled at the woman: "Friend Daoist, we will meet later."

The woman's tone was cold and full of evil spirit: "There will be no future." At this time, Fang Jian was already dead in the eyes of the woman.

As Fang Jian was kicked out of Aoshi Immortal Workshop, the woman immediately put away the magic weapon, hugged the child in her arms with a distressed face, and then took two servants of the real fairyland to step on the clouds and fly back to Aoshi Immortal Workshop The center is in the palace.

After returning to Aoshi Palace, the woman healed her son with magic power, and at the same time said to the attendants: "Tell Feiyan to come here."

Soon, a Profound Immortal Realm female cultivator in a black robe and a black feather crown came in, "Sister-in-law, you call me."

The woman said to Fei Yan: "Fei Yan, your nephew was beaten, look." The woman lifted the gold silk gauze robe from the child, revealing the buttocks that were covered with red marks.

"Aunt Feiyan." The child said with tears in his eyes, "Revenge me."

Seeing this scene, Fei Yan burst into anger after being said so pitifully by his nephew, and asked, "Sister-in-law, who beat my nephew like this?"

"It's a Yangshen Realm cultivator." The woman sent a flash of spiritual light to Fei Yan, and said, "I have driven him out of Aoshi Immortal Workshop."

Fei Yan took a look at the aura of the aura, took note of Fang Jian's appearance and aura, and then crushed the aura with a pinch of five fingers, and then said to the woman: "Don't worry, sister-in-law, this person's head will be cured within an hour. Will appear in my 'beast cage'."

In the end, Fei Yan said softly to the child again: "Tui'er takes good care of his wounds, aunt will go and avenge you."

The woman hastily reminded: "Fei Yan, this person has a high-grade immortal magic sword in his hand, you have to be careful."

Fei Yan smiled disdainfully, and said: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, my family has its own magical skills, which can make his high-grade immortal treasure useless!"

After finishing speaking, Fei Yan jumped up, turned into a strange fairy light and flew out of the attic, and disappeared outside Aoshi Xianfang in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, by a stream a hundred miles away from Ao Shi Xian Fang, Fang Jian was squatting by the stream and washing his hands.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up from the top of the stream, and the gust of wind became a climate in no time, and immediately rolled up the stream, and the mountains and rocks fell towards Fang Jian.

Fang Jian was washing his face with water, and when he saw this, he smiled faintly, and just poured a handful of water in his hand towards the place where the strong wind came from.

Then I saw that small handful of water instantly turned into a torrential billow, and in a deafening roar, it smashed all the streams, mountains and rocks that were rolled up by the strong wind.

Then the huge wave disappeared in an instant, turned into a handful of stream water and fell back into the stream.

Fang Jian stood up, looked over the stream and said, "Which fellow Taoist is casting spells here?"

"The person who took your life." Accompanied by a clear shout, an extremely strong demon light suddenly appeared in the sky, and the demon light suddenly fell, and then turned into a strange chain and landed on the wishful sword on Fang Jian's back .

Fang Jian glanced back, then smiled faintly, not caring, but looked towards the place where the demon light appeared.

Then I saw a banshee in black clothes and a black robe over the black fairyland flying down on the white clouds, and soon landed in front of Fang Jian.