Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

No matter what the situation is today, the drama will still go on.

Mr. Yuan and the other four determined the gambling process and proposed that each person would only be given ten breaths of time to observe Xianyuan.

"Ten breaths?"

The leaders of Xianyuanfang looked at each other with gloating in their eyes, staring at the four people to see what their reactions would be.

The elegant monk smiled slightly and glanced at the other three people:

"Three of you, they proposed ten breaths of time, is that enough?"

"Ten breaths is enough. Although it's a bit shameless, it's still enough to see a few immortal sources in this time."

One of them smiled slightly.

Seeing that the four people agreed to his conditions without knowing how to advance or retreat, Mr. Yuan felt a faint sneer in his heart.

Then he ordered people to move out one fairy source after another that was covered with black cloth.

In the first game, he asked Wang Nan to play.

The elegant monk asked a female monk to come on stage.

The two sides must identify one fairy source among a hundred fairy sources within ten breaths, and then bet on the contents inside.

Whichever side has higher value will win. This is very simple, but it also requires the eyesight of the Xianyuan Master.

Everyone knows that before today, Wang Nan must have observed these fairy sources countless times.

Now it only depends on the methods of these four people. If they can really find a fairy source that can defeat Wang Nan within ten breaths.

Then those previous markets who lost the competition were not unjust either.

As the competition begins.

Pieces of black cloth were torn off.

Wang Nan pretended for a few moments before planning to choose the fairy source he had chosen.

As a result, the other party struck faster than him, and the female cultivator came directly to the fairy source:

"That's it."

Wang Nan was slightly startled, with a flash of disbelief in his eyes.

Even Mr. Yuan was a little surprised.

"Wang Nan should have taken a fancy to this fairy source before. The other party is really quite capable."

"No wonder all those cities lost to these four people before. What are their backgrounds?"

"I haven't heard that there is such a powerful Immortal Master in the Holy Immortal Dynasty... could it be..."

Xianyuan bosses from all sides secretly guessed.

Wang Nan looked a little ugly, so he could only retreat this time and choose another fairy source.

The process of unraveling the stone is the most thrilling.

Everyone looked attentively as they watched the two immortal sources being slowly untied.

Fang Chen's spirit had already left his body and was observing his surroundings in the void.

There is a place in the void that feels quite strange to people. If Fang Chen hadn't been in an out-of-body state at the moment, he might not have been able to sense it.

"The eighth-level immortal of the Shinto Sect?"

Fang Chen's expression changed.

the other side.

He vaguely saw many figures quietly gathering towards here.

These monks are all affiliated with the Great Compassion Army.

As for the green-robed monk and the four rank-6 fallen immortals below, they had been in the Four Seas Immortal Source Shop from the very beginning without showing any signs of aura. They were like dormant poisonous snakes, ready to ambush their prey at any time.

When his soul returned to his body, Fang Chen immediately saw the faces of Wang Nan and the two brothers turning green.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, it's your turn."

Young Master Yuan looked gloomy and nodded gently to Fang Chen, but he was worried in his heart as to why the Great Bei Army still didn't take action.

If he loses when the bet is over and the Great Bei Army takes action again... the reputation lost will still be irreparable.

If your Immortal Source Master is not good, who would believe that the quality of the Immortal Source you sell will be high?

"The two fellow Taoists have been defeated so quickly?"

Fang Chen looked at the Wang Nan brothers, a little surprised.

The two brothers looked very ugly and almost exploded when they heard this. Fortunately, they knew that today's occasion was special, so they calmed down.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, as long as we can win one game, we will win. This time... I hope you can do your best."

Young Master Yuan looked at Fang Chen and said with a solemn expression.

Fang Chen walked slowly to Xianyuan without commenting. His opponent was still the female cultivator who defeated the two brothers Wang Nan.

This is the last competition, and everyone is a little nervous. Although some people want to see Mr. Yuan make a joke, they also know the truth of the coldness of lips and teeth.

At this moment, everyone hopes that Mr. Yuan can win a game and win this bet, so as not to burn himself.

Just when the two sides were about to start their final Xianyuan bet, a solemn voice sounded in the air.

"The Great Compassion Army is doing its business, and everyone else is staying away!"

The Great Compassion Army is at work! ?

Before anyone could react, the wolf-like and tiger-like Great Bei Army rushed into Sihai Xianyuan Pu and surrounded the four.

At the same time, the green-robed monk slowly led four rank-6 fallen immortals down to the second floor.

His hands were hidden in the sleeves of his robe, and the robe floated gently as he walked. The aura of a seventh-level ancient immortal was like a mountain, pressing down on everyone's hearts.

"I'm a little out of breath...is this...a seventh-level ancient immortal?"

Everyone's eyes were horrified.

Couldn't figure out what was going on at all.

Young Master Yuan was overjoyed at this moment. With a thought in his mind, he walked up to the green-robed monk with a smile and cupped his hands:

"Fortunately, I have lived up to my command and seduced these four into the jar."

"Wait!? Are these the top leaders of the Great Tragedy Army!?"

Everyone reacted one after another, and a turmoil arose in their hearts. How could this bet attract the senior leaders of the Great Sadness Army?

Why does it seem that Young Master Yuan has a close relationship with the senior leaders of the Great Bei Army and participated in this operation?

Seeing that everyone was looking at him with solemn eyes, they were stunned, afraid, and in disbelief.

The corners of Young Master Yuan's mouth slightly raised, feeling proud of himself.

The green-robed monk looked at Young Master Yuan indifferently, a hint of amusement flashed deep in his eyes, and then nodded slowly:

"Well, with your cooperation this time, our operation went quite smoothly. Please step aside and reward us based on our merits after we finish handling today's matters."

"yes!"

Mr. Yuan immediately stood aside.

The two brothers Wang Nan and the Rank 4 Immortal looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

It turns out that this bet has another story! ?

In other words... there is no need to continue the bet now, and they do not count as losing to these four people.

And these four people are the targets that the Great Bei Army wants to capture?

The Great Tragedy Army, which poured in like a tidal wave, had surrounded the four people tightly.

"Anyone who has nothing to do with these four evil immortals, please get out."

The green-robed monk said calmly.

Evil fairy! ?

Are these four evil spirits?

The big bosses of Xianyuanfang finally came to their senses, and then looked at the four of them with gloating eyes and left in a hurry.

Fang Chen naturally didn't want to stay here any longer, so he turned around and left, going to a teahouse a little further away to get out of his body and watch the situation.

Young Master Yuan noticed that Fang Chen had left Sihai Xianyuan Shop, and didn't think much about it. Instead, he felt that it was a good thing that he didn't stay here, so as not to spill the beans and take away the favor from him.

Soon there were only four Shinto monks, the Great Bei Army monks, Master Yuan and his three men left in the Sihai Xianyuan Shop.

"My lord, is there any misunderstanding?"

The elegant monk glanced at the nearby Great Compassion Army, his eyes fell on the green-robed monk, and he cupped his hands.

The green-robed monk said softly without saying much:

"Take it."

The situation became tense instantly, and in almost the blink of an eye, the entire Sihai Xianyuan Pavilion fell apart and collapsed.

The four Shinto monks also rushed into the air, followed by a group of Great Compassion Army.

"The four of you will also catch up. Don't be afraid, the commander has arrived."

The green-robed monk gave instructions casually.

The four rank-6 fallen immortals looked at each other, laughed ferociously, and chased after the four Shinto monks.