Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The two middle-aged men were dressed in brocade robes and had pale faces. They were obviously the sons of wealthy families who indulged themselves too much.

They looked around carelessly with dull eyes.

After looking inside the restaurant, they turned outside the restaurant, looked at the street through the window, and then looked at the restaurant opposite.

They saw Fakong opposite, but naturally turned their eyes away and continued to look elsewhere, as if they didn't see him.

Fakong looked at the two men, holding the wine glass, thinking, his eyes gradually became deep, and he looked over with fate.

He wanted to find out what the relationship between Shenjian Peak and Mishen Sect was, and whether there was a chance to follow the clues.

Shenjian Peak was no longer a threat to him, but Mishen Sect was full of unknowns, which made him quite afraid.

The first step was to find out the true strength of Mishen Sect and its weaknesses, and then decide how to deal with it.

The two pale-faced middle-aged men in brocade suddenly sat up straight, their eyes swept left and right, and cold light burst out.

They felt an inexplicable force, but they could not sense the source of the force after careful sensing.

This made them extremely alert and ready to escape at any time.

They looked at each other and shook their heads.

Neither of them found the source of the force. They concentrated their minds to feel the force carefully, but it became ethereal and unpredictable.

It seemed to be there, but it also seemed to be gone.

After careful consideration, it completely disappeared without a trace, as if it was just an illusion just now.

The two of them could conclude that it was not an illusion, and someone must be approaching, but they just couldn't find it.

It must be a master who is far better than them.

The two of them looked gloomy.

They were ordered to come to deal with Mo Youlan of the Jade Butterfly Sect, and they were already prepared to die. Although they had a strange object on them, they still dared not be careless.

This Mo Youlan's martial arts were so strong that it was beyond imagination.

The strange object might not be able to subdue Mo Youlan. Once it failed to work and angered Mo Youlan, Mo Youlan would never show mercy and must kill them.

Mo Youlan had not appeared, and the two of them waited patiently, and completely restrained their breath as if they did not know martial arts.

Just to avoid complications.

Unexpectedly, trouble still came.

Could it be a passing expert?

Or was someone coming for them?

They felt the strangeness disappear, and it was obvious that the expert had left. Just when they breathed a sigh of relief, they suddenly felt that it was back.

Their faces changed slightly, and they looked around.

Their eyes swept across Fakong several times without stopping.

Although they were separated by a street, only about 20 meters away, it was as if they did not see Fakong.

After a while, the two of them felt lighter.

This time, they were nervous and did not dare to let go.

Fakong retracted his gaze, first with destiny, and then with heavenly eyes.

His eyes moved away from the two middle-aged men and fell on the two yellow-clothed old men on the third floor of the opposite restaurant.

It was indeed two groups of people, the first group used smiles to fascinate flowers, and the other group killed Ning Zhenzhen.

The two middle-aged men were the elders of Shenjian Peak who were about to die, and the other two yellow-clothed old men were disciples of the Shenyuan Realm.

They looked older, but in fact they were much younger than the two elders. Their swordsmanship was pure, but unfortunately they could not enter the Grandmaster stage.

Even among the disciples of Shenjian Peak, only a few could enter the Grandmaster stage, and most disciples could not enter the Grandmaster stage.

Fakong took a sip of wine and shook his head.

They could not get the origin of the Smiling Flower from them, because it was given to them by the peak master Feng Wuyong himself.

They did not ask much, but just followed orders.

At their age, their lifespan was almost over, and they had nothing to worry about. It was enough to do one more useful thing for the sect.

After all, their children and grandchildren still needed the protection of Shenjian Peak.

The nine sons of the dragon were different. Their children and grandchildren did not inherit their talents. They were mediocre in aptitude. Even if they spent a lot of money on training, they were only slightly better than ordinary people.

If you don’t have enough aptitude, you can’t become a direct disciple. It is an iron rule that you can’t enter the sect if you don’t have enough aptitude. You can only be an outer disciple of Shenjian Peak.

When the outer disciples reach the age limit, they will enter some vassal sects to serve, and some are already middle-level members of some vassal sects.

Even if they are not there, their children and grandchildren can live well. If they can make great contributions and sacrifice themselves for the sect, the sect will never treat their descendants unfairly, otherwise it will be too chilling and hurt morale.

Fakong's eyes were slightly golden.

His mind's eyes had already shone on the chest of a middle-aged man and the cold jade box, and then he used his fate.

Since he couldn't see the ins and outs through them, he would change a medium.

This time, the two middle-aged men didn't notice anything.

But they were still uneasy, trying to figure out why the induction just now was abnormal, and whether there would be complications.

Fakong retracted his gaze after a while, and the golden color converged.

He was thoughtful.

The two middle-aged men suddenly became energetic, their eyes glowed, and then they quickly retracted their gazes, and their spirits were completely restrained.

They had already seen a graceful figure walking towards the restaurant opposite in the bustling crowd on the street.

Although the woman in dark green Luo shirt was wearing a green veil, covering her face, they still recognized her as the leader of the Jade Butterfly Sect, Mo Youlan.

Fakong smiled.

Ning Zhenzhen sat down in front of him lightly and said with a smile: "Senior Brother is here."

Fakong said: "What is Master Yuande going to do?"

"Use me as bait, lure them out, then control them, interrogate them, and investigate Shenjian Peak." Ning Zhenzhen said: "By then, the court will intervene, Shenjian Peak..."

She chuckled.

Another perfect use of a knife to kill someone.

This is what my senior brother is best at. He has enough cultivation and strength, but he tries his best to avoid doing it himself.

Fakong said: "This time, Shenjian Peak was framed by Mishen Sect."

Ning Zhenzhen was stunned.

Fakong nodded gently: "Mishen Sect has nothing to do with Shenjian Peak, but they have a grudge against each other."

"But..." Ning Zhenzhen frowned and thought: "If there is a grudge, you can use the power of Xiaomihua to deal with Shenjian Peak directly. Why do you have to use such means?"

"The range of Xiaomihua is limited, and the effect is only a blink of an eye." Fakong shook his head and said: "It only works within a distance of ten meters. It will be ineffective if it exceeds ten meters."

"Not bad." Ning Zhenzhen breathed a sigh of relief: "If the range is larger, it will be too shocking."

If the range is a hundred meters, then holding a Xiaomihua can destroy a small sect.

Fakong shook his head and said, "It is ineffective against those below the Grandmaster level, and there are still many restrictions."

At present, the only thing that can restrain it is the Heart Purification Mantra, and there is no antidote for the time being, so the person holding the flower can only be below the Grandmaster level.

The mental methods and skills of the top sects are far superior to those of ordinary sects, so even if they are both in the Divine Yuan Realm, their strengths are very different.

The Divine Yuan Realm masters of the Mishen Sect dare to hold the Xiao Mi Flower to the Divine Sword Peak, which is simply to die.

"Here we are." Fakong suddenly said.

Ning Zhenzhen's bright eyes flowed, and she chuckled: "The Divine Sword Peak was wronged... Then make it not wronged."

Fakong smiled and nodded slowly: "You are worthy of being a junior sister."

"Not as good as a senior brother." Ning Zhenzhen smiled.

Fakong said: "I'll go."

Ning Zhenzhen nodded gently.

Fakong disappeared in a flash.

Ning Zhenzhen stood up, left the table, jumped down from the window, and floated away.

This startled the two middle-aged men who had just stepped into the third floor of the restaurant. They rushed over, only to find that Ning Zhenzhen had already fallen on the street.

PS: Update completed.