Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Fang Chen and Wang Chongsong walked into the restaurant and chose a corner seat to sit down.

The arrival of the two people also attracted a lot of curious eyes.

These glances were either examining or sizing up, and finally they started whispering.

"What ethnic group are those two from?"

"I don't know. He doesn't have any characteristics on his body. He looks very strange."

"Did some ethnic groups break away from slavery recently?"

"I don't know, what does drinking have to do with us?"

Fang Chen felt a little emotional when he heard these conversations:

"Old Wang, our human race has participated in the Holy Tower Battle a lot, and there are still so many people who don't recognize us."

Wang Chongsong said with a smile: "It's natural, we don't have a good ranking, and we don't hang out on weekdays. As soon as the battle of the Holy Tower ended, we immediately led the team of Half-Saints back to the land of Mingxu, and rarely had real contact with foreign races. .”

After a pause, he glanced at the various foreigners in the restaurant and whispered:

"These foreign races have high eyes. In the past, the human race tried to contact the foreign races and wanted to borrow power. However, the other party did not take the human race into their eyes at all. They only thought of squeezing the benefits of the human race, but they were not willing to give even half of their own benefits.

Since then, the human race has basically stopped contacting these foreign races, and will no longer think about taking any benefits from them. "

"Come on, you don't know much about this, right? I happened to collect some information, and today I will tell you about the foreign races I can recognize."

Then Wang Chongsong told Fang Chen one by one about the foreigners he could recognize in the restaurant.

"These are just a corner. If we can go to the core area of ​​Dragon Saint City, we can see the top ethnic groups."

At the end of the sentence, Wang Chongsong sighed softly, "They are much better than our human race. I don't know if the human race will have the chance to reach that point in the future."

Through Wang Chongsong's explanation, Fang Chen gradually understood that the foreign races that could move around here were basically not much better than the human race.

But because of this, he was curious about those truly powerful clans.

After all, they are as powerful as the Shura clan, and they seem to only be active in this area.

Not far away from the two of them, there was a table of Shura tribe's magical powers sitting at a table.

Looking at that cultivation level, it is obvious that he has entered the boundary-breaking realm.

In another corner of the restaurant, there was also a group of magical power users from the Flame tribe, one of whom had broken the limit, and several who were in the ninth realm.

It is rare for everyone to meet each other on weekdays. This time because of the battle of the Holy Tower, hundreds of different ethnic groups gathered in the restaurant, which was a strange sight.

"Old Wang, who are the strongest ethnic groups in God's Domain?"

Fang Chen asked via voice transmission.

"In general, there are twelve top ethnic groups, and the soul tribe that we know a lot about is among these twelve groups."

Wang Chongsong knew a lot about this matter and told Fang Chen in detail.

Fang Chen listened very carefully and kept everything in mind, maybe it will be used in the future.

“And the strongest ethnic group is the God Clan.

The God Clan is not the title of an ethnic group, but the honorific title of an ethnic group.

If any ethnic group produces a Territory Lord, then this ethnic group will transform into a divine race, transcending the world and having direct contact with the Qingming Supreme Alliance. "

Wang Chongsong had a look of envy in his eyes.

"Gods?"

"Yes, just like this battle of the Holy Tower, in addition to Dragon Holy City, there are other nine cities, and they are also the interior locations of the Saint.

And among these ten Qingming Saints, the ones they interact with the most are the Gods.

Except for the God Clan and the other eleven top-level ethnic groups, the rest are not even qualified to talk to these ten Qingming Saints. "

Fang Chen thought thoughtfully, from this point of view, the domain master is indeed the strongest person stationed here by the Qingming Supreme Alliance to manage the entire divine domain.

Gu Yueling once said that the existence of Heavenly Dao is similar to that of Territory Lord, but the former is not as free as the latter.

"How strong is the Territory Lord you are talking about?"

"How do I know that being in charge of the Divine Realm is not so powerful as to be ridiculous?"

"Then what realm is there beyond the saint?"

"Above the Saints? How can we know if the Saints don't say it?"

Wang Chongsong had a strange look on his face: "Why do you ask these things? They are too far away from us and it is really unnecessary."

Suddenly, his expression changed and he turned to look behind him.

They saw a group of Yan Clan's supernatural beings slowly walking toward them. Although they were smiling, their eyes were very unkind.

"Don't worry, this is Dragon Saint City. They don't dare to do anything. The most they can do is talk and say some harsh words."

Wang Chongsong seemed very calm and calm, withdrew his gaze and smiled at Fang Chen.

His voice was neither too loud nor too quiet, and was just heard by this group of Yan Clan's magical practitioners.

The smile on the leader's face became brighter and brighter, but the chill in his eyes became even more chilling.

After a few breaths, this group of Yan tribe stood in front of the two of them. The leader of the Yan tribe glanced at the two of them and said calmly:

"Human race, right? Which family?"

Wang Chongsong rolled his eyes at him: "When asking about someone's origins, why don't you tell me your own origins first? As expected of Yanman, he doesn't understand any manners."

"How dare you say such arrogant words?"

Hearing Wang Chongsong calling himself and others Yanman, the group of Yan tribe magical power users suddenly became angry.

The foreigners nearby seemed to be used to seeing this kind of scene, and they didn't react much. They only glanced at it with interest and continued talking about their own topics.

"What? You think this is your Yan Clan's territory?"

Wang Chongsong smiled and stretched his head in that direction:

"Here, you want to take action? Hit me. If you don't hit me, I will look down on you, you turtle brats, Yanman."

"It turns out that Lao Wang deserved a beating before."

Fang Chen sighed in his heart, if he were from the Yan Clan, he would have been extremely angry.

The cultivation level of this leader of the Yan Clan is not high, he is only at the ninth level of the Nine Transformations.

After quietly sizing up Wang Chongsong for a while, he said calmly:

"Human race, Wang family, Wang Chongsong, right."

"I told you that you came for me, but you still don't admit it and insist on pretending to ask me about my origins? Do you think I don't know that you are Xian Xian under the command of the Red Flame Saint?"

Wang Chongsong sneered:

"My friends and I are here to have something to eat and drink, why are you joining in the fun?

Just tell me what you are doing here, and then get out of here. "

The anger in Xian Xian's eyes suddenly faded a bit:

"It seems that you have also specifically investigated the intelligence of the Yan tribe's participants. So you just deliberately provoked me and wanted me to make mistakes in my response when I met you in the holy tower?"

"It's good to know, it's not too stupid."

Wang Chongsong took a bite of the dish and swallowed it happily.

"But you guessed wrong. I'm not here for you, but for this person."

Xian Xian suddenly chuckled and his eyes fell on Fang Chen:

"Your surname is Fang Mingchen, and you have three generations of blood in the Fang clan. Your origin is unknown. It is most likely that something went wrong in your cultivation, which ultimately caused your cultivation to fall to the sixth level."

"Come for me? I don't seem to be particularly familiar with you. What's the matter?"

Fang Chen asked casually.

"It's nothing, I just want to inform you that the Jinyang League and the Luoxue League are all eyeing your Fang Clan, and of course...including the Red Flame Saint behind me.

So this time, the Fang clan is ready to shed blood? "

Xian Xian laughed.

After hearing this, some of the Sixth Rank behind him laughed in a low voice, looking at Fang Chen as if they were looking at a dead body, an insect that could be crushed to death at any time.