Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Fang Chen's words obviously surprised the three of them, and the sword cultivator nearby also looked strange.

The little sword cultivator, knowing that something is not right about today's situation, still dares to mock Duobao Trading Company and the second-level Sanxian from Yunlu City?

"You are indeed very brave."

Zhao Mingxuan smiled half-heartedly: "Do you know who I am?"

"Who are you?"

Fang Chen smiled.

This person's cultivation level is in Hedao, which is almost the same as Nangong Yuancheng and the one next to him.

"The second-level Sanxian you just mentioned is my father."

Zhao Mingxuan smiled.

Everyone thought that when Fang Chen heard this, he would immediately give in. They didn't think about the other party, but it seemed as if nothing happened. He just nodded lightly:

"It turns out that he is the son of Sanxian and the young owner of Duobao Trading Company. No wonder he dares to break the rules and deal with his own guests.

If your father found out, would he spank you and scold you for ruining the family reputation? "

The smile on Zhao Mingxuan's face disappeared immediately.

The sword cultivators nearby were all members of Zhao Mingxuan. After hearing Fang Chen's words, the sword power on his body became more and more fierce.

"Pah, pah, pah—"

Sun Gu couldn't help but clapped his hands and laughed: "Awesome, I admire your courage. I don't know where Long Ruo found such a talent."

Nangong Yuancheng looked at Fang Chen with a sneer on his face. In his opinion, the sword cultivator in front of him was just like Nangong Yu, unable to distinguish the situation in front of him.

"The three of you invited me here, didn't you just want to talk nonsense to me? If you have something to say, say it. If you have anything to say, hurry up. My time is precious. When you finish talking, I will go back."

Fang Chen smiled.

The eyes of the nearby sword cultivators were quite complicated. Although they were from Zhao Mingxuan, they could not help but feel a hint of admiration in their hearts when they saw that Fang Chen, who was also a sword cultivator, dared to speak to Zhao Mingxuan and the others like this.

Zhao Mingxuan looked at Fang Chen indifferently: "Go back? Where else can you go back after coming here?"

Sun Gu and Nangong Yuancheng couldn't help laughing.

"Are you guys insisting on putting on airs? Then I'll leave."

Fang Chen shook his head and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The nearby sword cultivators were slightly startled and looked at each other. They could no longer feel Fang Chen's aura at all.

The Tribulation Sword Cultivator rushed out of the courtyard immediately, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, searching the place inch by inch, but still could not find any trace of Fang Chen.

Zhao Mingxuan's complexion gradually turned livid.

Sun Gu looked at him and then at the place where Fang Chen was standing before, frowning slightly.

"What kind of escape method is this?"

Nangong Yuancheng frowned.

"There are so many sword cultivators here watching, no matter how powerful the escape method is, they can't leave without leaving a trace."

Zhao Mingxuan said coldly: "It should be a blindfold."

He glanced around the yard: "Want to use a blind trick to fool you? I advise you to show up on your own, so as not to suffer torture when you die."

The surroundings were very quiet, and Zhao Mingxuan received no response. Seeing this, he nodded gently to the Tribulation Sword Cultivator:

"I'll dig three feet into the ground to find this guy."

Soon, the yard was searched back and forth by this group of sword cultivators more than a dozen times, almost to the point of being turned over, but there was still no trace of Fang Chen.

The theory of blindness seems to be no longer valid.

Just when everyone looked confused, someone walked in hurriedly:

"Young Master, people are outside!"

outside! ?

Zhao Mingxuan's face darkened.

At the gate of Duobao Trading Company, Fang Chen and Fu Donghai met and left the place.

When Zhao Mingxuan and others rushed out, they happened to see the backs of the two people leaving. Their faces were so gloomy that they seemed to be dripping with water.

Fang Chen seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly turned around to look at a few people, waving his hands, seemingly saying goodbye.

Sun Gu said coldly: "This boy is demonstrating with us."

Nangong Yuancheng stared at Fang Chen: "A mere sword cultivator dares to mock us like this. If he doesn't die, my surname will not be Nangong."

"In a few days, Long Ruo will send him back to the Long family. This person will definitely go to the Sword Burial Staircase. I will send someone to keep them at that time."

Zhao Mingxuan said lightly.

"If Long Ruo is also present and you send someone to keep them, I'm afraid there will be a reaction from the Long family."

Sun Gu glanced at Zhao Mingxuan.

"A mere swordsman, even if I kill him in front of Long Ruo, the Long family will not fall out with Yun Lucheng and me. The old man can live for many years, and there may not be any hope of being promoted to the third rank."

Zhao Mingxuan said.

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"Those people just now...one is Zhao Mingxuan, the son of the second-level Sanxian of Yunlu City, one is Nangong Yuancheng, and the other... seems to be Sun Gu, a descendant of the Sun family."

Fu Donghai looked a little weird, stared at Fang Chen for a long time, and couldn't help but said:

"Do you know them?"

As the eldest disciple of Xue Shan, the deputy master of the Ninth Sword Academy of the Long Family, and also the chief of the Ninth Sword Academy, Fu Donghai has seen much more of the world than ordinary swordsmen.

He has met some famous people in Yunlu City.

It's hard to imagine how Fang Chen, who had just come from a rural place like that, went to Duobao Trading Company and got involved with those three people.

Among them was Sun Gu, who was Sun Yi's eldest brother and was very dissatisfied with the Long family because of Sun Yi's affairs.

"Those guys are very hospitable."

Fang Chen nodded lightly.

While Zhao Mingxuan and the others were looking for his traces, he had already bought one or two pieces of Dragon Immortal blood from Duobao Trading Company. When he returned to the Sword Fighting Palace, he went to the Three Thousand Dao Realm to see if he could condense the third level of Yanguang Divine Pupil.

"Hospitality?"

Fu Donghai frowned slightly.

Three thousand realms.

Fang Chen carefully followed the method and quickly turned the nine spiritual materials into a bowl of dark soup.

The taste of this medicine is not unpleasant, but it still has a strange taste. If you take a deep breath, it is enough to make ordinary people sick to the point of vomiting.

Fang Chen had no expression on his face, drank it all in one gulp, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, quietly waiting for the medicine to take effect.

About a few hours passed.

The effect of the medicine finally started to show, and it seemed to turn into a warm current, pouring into Fang Chen's eyes continuously.

Fang Chen opened his eyes, the strange blue light became stronger and stronger, and the spiritual power of the world around him began to surge continuously.

First it was ten miles in radius, then it was hundreds of miles, and then it was thousands of miles. It was a bit like the strange phenomenon that occurred when Li Changsheng activated the starry sky movement formation.

These spiritual powers were like rolling waves, constantly gathering here, forming a vortex above Fang Chen's head.

Fang Chen is the center of this whirlpool.

Time passes day by day.

One month, two months.

One year, three years, five years.

This kind of vision lasted for eight or nine years. In the last year of the Three Thousand Dao Realm, the surging spiritual power seemed to suddenly find an outlet and poured in crazily along Fang Chen's Tianling Gai.

These spiritual powers have far exceeded the limit that Fang Chen's physical body can hold, and are hundreds of times more than Fang Chen's current spiritual power.

In an instant, blood flowed out from the corners of Fang Chen's eyes, and blood oozed out from his ears, corners of his mouth, and even the pores on his body.

"How can it be so difficult to open the third realm..."

Fang Chen looked solemn.

If this continues, his physical body will most likely be destroyed.