Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

The main hall of the Ye clan.

"Father, why do we want to please this sword cultivator? He killed the late-stage foundation-builder of the Hailong Sect. If the Hailong Sect becomes angry..."

A middle-aged man looked puzzled.

The leader of the Ye Clan glanced at him, then looked at the other Ye Clan monks with the same twinkling eyes, and sighed helplessly:

"He killed the late-stage foundation-builder of Hailong Sect with one sword. Do you think his backer would be afraid of a mere golden elixir?"

A mere golden elixir...

Everyone felt that the patriarch's tone was a bit crazy now, and even the golden elixir became a mere one in his mouth.

However, when they thought carefully about what the clan leader said, they felt that it was very reasonable. The background of this sword cultivator was probably extraordinary.

If the golden elixir from Hailong Sect learned that someone had killed him with a sword in the late stage of foundation building, he would probably not dare to take revenge easily!

"This sword cultivator plans to buy a lot of spiritual minerals and spiritual materials, whether they are ores or finished refined spiritual materials. He wants them.

You go to the Xu family and talk to the Zhou family and ask them to help contact you and find the source of the goods as soon as possible. "

The leader of the Ye clan said.

"yes."

The middle-aged man left in a hurry.

The next day.

The leader of the Ye clan hurriedly found Fang Chen:

"Senior, we have contacted the source of the goods. There are thirteen kinds of spiritual materials in total, including moon-stained gold, red fire iron, and diamond jade..."

After a pause, "I've done some calculations. These are probably worth nine thousand lower-grade spiritual stones, but..."

There was a look of embarrassment on his face.

Fang Chen smiled and said, "Speak directly."

"I'm afraid our family won't be able to gather so many spiritual stones..."

The leader of the Ye clan smiled bitterly.

"It's simple. I will give you four thousand low-grade spiritual stones first. When these spiritual materials come to me, I will give them the final payment."

Fang Chen took out four thousand low-grade spiritual stones from the storage ring and handed them to the leader of the Ye clan:

"When will it arrive?"

Upon seeing this, the leader of the Ye Clan quickly patted his chest and promised: "The ore will arrive in Lingxu City within two days!"

"one day."

Fang Chen smiled and said, "I only give you one day."

"one day!?"

The leader of the Ye clan was slightly startled, then gritted his teeth, nodded and said:

"Senior, please rest assured. This time I will personally take action, and the two clan heads of the Xu family and the Zhou family will accompany me day and night to ensure that the spiritual materials are in place within one day!"

"Good work."

Fang Chen smiled and nodded.

The leader of the Ye clan didn't dare to say anything. After he left, Fang Chen took off his mask and looked at his old face in the mirror, showing a look of distress.

Now, he doesn't seem to have the same charm as before. At most, he is a very handsome middle-aged man with a lingering charm.

"I made all my calculations, but when I was less than twenty-four, the result turned out to be like this. If the lost life span is not replenished by special spiritual fruits and elixirs, I can't get it back just by practicing practice."

Fang Chen sighed lightly.

The lifespan of a sword cultivator is not long, and at the same level, it may only be one-third of that of the same level.

Now he may have burned thirty or fifty years of life because of the forcible use of the Eight Wastelands Immortal-Suppressing Supreme Sword Sutra.

However, Fang Chen did not regret taking this path.

If it weren't for the sword's ability to break through all kinds of magic, he wouldn't have been able to kill the late-stage foundation-builder of Hailong Sect.

If such a powerful person comes to your doorstep, you will be dead if you cannot kill him, and you will not be able to frighten the Hailong Sect behind him.

"Senior."

There was a sudden noise outside the hospital.

Fang Chen put on his mask again and walked out, only to see Ye Wenxiu and Master Qinghe standing at the door.

"Senior, this master said that he knows you and has been hanging out at the door of our Ye Clan for a long time. After seeing this, this junior wondered if he might be a disciple of senior, so he brought him..."

Ye Wenxiu gathered his courage and said cautiously.

That day at the City Lord's Mansion, he also heard that there was a nun beside Fang Chen, who seemed to be from Biyue Temple, so he dared to bring Master Qinghe in.

"Thank you."

Fang Chen nodded, and then waved to Master Qinghe:

"come in."

Master Qinghe was too afraid of exposing Fang Chen's identity, so he never said hello. When he saw this, he thanked Ye Wenxiu and entered the courtyard.

Seeing that Fang Chen didn't say much, Ye Wenxiu felt a little disappointed. Seeing that the two of them were about to enter the house, he bravely said:

"Senior, can this junior practice the art of sword cultivation..."

"Who are you?"

Fang Chen paused and looked at Ye Wenxiu.

Ye Wenxiu said quickly: "The leader of the Ye clan is the ancestor of the family, the junior Ye Wenxiu."

He had seen Fang Chen's methods and was extremely yearning for it.

He also experienced that his beloved woman was almost taken away by the owner of Tongjiao Island, and his desire for strength became several times stronger than before.

Otherwise, with his temperament, he would never dare to be so bold today.

"The road to sword cultivation is not easy."

Fang Chen shook his head slightly, and then took Master Qinghe into the house.

Ye Wenxiu was a little disappointed.

Several Ye clan disciples nearby were also secretly observing, and upon seeing what was happening, they came to Ye Wenxiu one after another.

"Wen Xiu, please don't be so imaginative. The inheritance of sword cultivator is so good."

"Try not to come here in the future, so as not to bump into this senior."

These Ye Clan disciples advised each other one after another.

Ye Wenxiu gritted his teeth and whispered: "How will you know if you don't try?"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

A leaf clan disciple shook his head slightly: "For countless years, the Fire Nation has never produced a true sword cultivator. Wen Xiu thinks too much."

“That’s right, with that senior’s method, even if he wanted to recruit a disciple, he would have to look for him in a fifth-grade empire or even a fourth-grade empire.

I heard that those places are rich in spiritual power, have outstanding people, and the qualifications of the monks are generally much higher than ours. "

Another leaf clan disciple said.

inside the house.

Master Qinghe saw that Fang Chen did not take off his mask, and did not doubt that he was there. Instead, he whispered:

"Your Majesty, I seemed to have seen your Daxia Emperor in Lingxu Sect yesterday."

"Did you notice him too?"

Fang Chen was a little surprised, then smiled and nodded: "I have good eyesight, it is indeed Xia Xuanji, I didn't expect him to be a foundation-building monk.

He has also seen you. You should stay in the Leaf Clan these few days and not be seen by him, otherwise he will guess who I am right away. "

"Your Majesty, your Great Xia Emperor is probably really related to the Blood Spirit Religion. I see that there are many ghosts following him near him."

Master Qinghe said in a low voice.

"how many?"

Fang Chen's eyes moved slightly.

Master Qinghe hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Number, countless, there are always hundreds of them."

Fang Chen nodded slightly: "Yes, he is indeed a monk of the Blood Spirit Cult. Those ghosts may have been killed by him personally, but he indirectly killed far more than hundreds."

After a pause, "Little Master Tai, do you have a communication talisman?"

Messaging symbol?

Master Qinghe nodded slightly: "Yes, Master gave me two communication talismans before going out."

"Help me summon your master and ask her to do me a favor."

Fang Chen walked to Master Qinghe and whispered a few words.

Master Qinghe nodded quickly, then took out a communication talisman and burned it directly.

at the same time.

In Yanyue Temple, a communication talisman in Master Zhuyue's hand was burning and turning into ashes.

"Emperor of Great Xia, Blood Spirit Sect..."

There was a flash of thought in her eyes.