An Ordinary Path to Immortality

The Holy Son looked calm and looked lazily at Fang Ping and others with half-closed eyes. Faced with Fang Ping's doubts, he didn't even move his eyelids.

Without him opening his mouth, a young prodigy standing next to him scolded Fang Ping: "You are so bold, Fang Ping, how dare you slander the reputation of the Holy Son. Do you know that the Holy Son represents the Immortal Sect, and to slander the Holy Son is to criticize the Immortal Sect?" Disrespect shall be punished.”

Fang Ping smiled disdainfully and said, "Don't act so high-sounding and bitter. People who don't know may think you are the leader of the Immortal Sect."

"You are arrogant!"

"Shut up, you are considered a person with extraordinary qualifications, but unexpectedly you are willing to be the Son of the Holy Son's dog. I think your achievements in this life will stop here."

Fang Ping's words made the other party's face turn red with rage, and he almost drew his sword at him.

At this time, the old man who had previously slapped Fang Ping spoke up again: "Little guy, you are really smart, you can actually get rid of the topic in this way, but you can't fool everyone here just by messing around here. ”

Fang Ping secretly thought it was a pity. He originally wanted to anger someone randomly and start a fight. Not only could they cover up their slander against Ye Chang, but they could also escape from here before so many people on the other side decided to work together to stop them. .

Unexpectedly, the Holy Son and the young prodigy could endure it, and their plan was discovered by the old guy.

After all, this old monk has experienced a lot, is cunning and cunning, and knows how to take the initiative and take the initiative.

He knew better than anyone that Ye Chang and Fang Ping were unjustly accused.

So he took the initiative and didn't give Fang Ping and the others a chance to defend themselves. He directly stood on the moral high ground, confused right and wrong, skipped the debate about whether Ye Chang was a spy, and directly questioned Fang Ping from the perspective of Ye Chang being a spy. flat:

"Fang Ping, what do you want to do by colluding with Ye Chang and sneaking into the Immortal Sect?"

He said it loudly so that everyone present could hear it.

After listening to his words, some people who were too lazy to think subconsciously thought that Ye Chang and Fang Ping were spies colluding with the demon cultivators.

Fang Ping frowned slightly. At this time, no matter what he said, it seemed that the effect was not very good.

It was Zuo Chunqiu who spoke up: "As expected of the Holy Son of the Immortal Sect, his strategy is extraordinary. Don't you think that just by giving us a label, you can openly detain us and threaten Chang'er with our lives?"

As soon as Zuo Chunqiu finished speaking, people around him started talking.

Several monks who had known the Son's plan beforehand were panicked for a moment because the conspiracy was discovered.

As for the other monks, they all looked at the Holy Son and others with strange expressions.

The competitive relationship between Ye Chang and Shengzi is not a secret, and they even know why Ye Chang was hunted down in the secret realm.

Now that Zuo Chunqiu said these words, not only did he break the invisible hint of the old man, but it also caused the image of the Holy Son to be questioned.

"You are so outrageous. It seems that you are really unrepentant. Today, we will do justice for Heaven. We will first punish you on the spot, and then deal with the demonic cultivators inside."

The old man also felt that it was difficult to win with words, so he prepared to win with force.

As long as you defeat the opponent, even if you kill them, no one will doubt their statement.

If all of them could be captured alive, wouldn't Ye Chang be able to pinch them with his hands?

Thinking of this, he turned his attention to the Holy Son. The Holy Son remained calm, did not transmit a message, and did not speak. He just turned his head and left the other party with his back.

The old man understood, and with a flash of light in his hand, he pointed a spear directly at Fang Ping and Luo Yun: "Go ahead, take down all these demons. If there is any resistance, they will be killed without mercy."

As he gave the order, more than ten monks immediately showed their weapons and charged towards Fang Ping and the others.

Some of the others looked hesitant. They looked at each other, wondering whether they should help the Son.

There are still some people hiding aside and eager to try. Some of them are weighing whether they should risk participating in the war in order to please the Holy Son, while others are fishing in troubled waters and waiting for the price. They will definitely not take action until the final moment of the battle.

Others were staring at Song Wujie. They didn't care at all about the Holy Son and Ye Chang. They just wanted to seize the opportunity from Song Wujie.

When the war started, more than a dozen monks attacked in groups, and each of them was extremely powerful.

Most of them come from the Immortal Sect, and some come from the major families behind the Elders' House. The fact that they can gather around the Holy Son is enough to show that these people are quite powerful.

In fact, any one of these people taken out would have demon-level strength, and even if they were not good enough, they would be about the same.

But just such a group of people actually joined forces to attack Fang Ping and the four of them.

Said to be four people, it was actually only three, because Zuo Chunqiu had been seriously injured before and now had almost no fighting power.

"Damn it, do you talk about martial ethics? Fortunately, you are still disciples of the Immortal Sect, so you are bullying the less with more?"

"If you have a one-on-one duel, what kind of hero can you be if you beat the few with more?"

"Is this the pride of you Immortal Sect disciples? Three people are beating me up, why do you still have the shame?"

Song Wujie's body was wrapped in the rules of the wind. The copper coin was suspended above his head, and the falling spiritual light protected him.

He had a folding fan in his hand. Facing the siege of three Immortal Sect disciples, he kept waving the folding fan in his hand, blocking all the attacks that landed around him.

For a time, these three genius Jin Dan from the Immortal Sect were unable to capture even one Song Wujie.

Some people around saw Song Wujie cursing and swearing, and he was able to handle the siege of three powerful enemies with ease, and they couldn't help but recognize Song Wujie's strength in their hearts.

At the same time, they also strengthened their determination to kill Song Wujie and snatch his opportunity.

As long as they took Song Wujie's opportunity, they would be as powerful as Song Wujie in the future.

Song Wujie himself was miserable, and he used all his skills to deal with the powerful enemies. Several times, he relied on the rules of wind to narrowly avoid the opponent's killing moves.

While fighting, he didn't stop talking, sometimes scolding the people who besieged him, sometimes scolding the Holy Son, and occasionally blasting Fang Ping.

Even when he suffered a big loss, he was so angry that he scolded the people around him.

The result of his doing this was that two more monks were so angry that they took knives and besieged this chatterbox together.

Then Song Wujie's situation became more critical, and his cursing became more unpleasant.

His opponent became even more angry and attacked more ruthlessly, causing Song Wujie to almost die several times.