Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"More than one hundred and sixty..."

Fang Chen pondered: "Will there be any trouble?"

"Trouble? No, there won't be any trouble. I'm just a little shocked that you actually have more than 160 true fire talismans..."

Che Yuxuan waved his hands quickly, his expression still very strange, and thought to himself, how many years did it take to save this?

ten years?

Twenty years?

In his opinion, making talismans is a very difficult task and requires a high degree of mastery of spiritual power.

It also requires a talisman inheritance, and a long period of study and practice. Naturally, there are very few people who can achieve success in this way.

"Your Excellency, please sit here for a moment. This transaction is quite big. I have to ask the shopkeeper to come forward."

Che Yuxuan explained and stood up to leave.

Fang Chen was not kept waiting for too long. About a quarter of an hour later, Che Yuxuan followed an old man into the room.

The old man cupped his fists at Fang Chen and smiled: "Guest, I heard that there are real fire talismans for sale?"

Fang Chen smiled and nodded.

Then things will be simple, just pay the money and deliver the goods.

After deducting the 5,000 lower-grade spiritual stones that are the spiritual materials for making talismans, there are still 50,000 lower-grade spiritual stones that are safe to put in the bag.

The total amount of spiritual stones increased from 13,000 to 63,000, which is a considerable amount of income.

Che Yuxuan was in a good mood, and he could make a lot of money from this business. He walked Fang Chen all the way to the door. At this moment, the two of them were already brothers.

"Brother Xia, next time something good like this happens, remember to come find me."

Che Yuxuan said enthusiastically.

"It's easy to talk about."

Fang Chen nodded with a smile, said goodbye and left.

On the way back to the quiet room, Fang Chen noticed that the monk from before had been following him secretly, but he didn't care.

But before he had gone far, he saw several figures coming from the crowd and leaning towards him.

These people obviously had a division of labor and blocked the road. Fang Chen had no place to hide.

Not far away, there were several monks sitting in a teahouse. One of them looked at Fang Chen through the window and said with a faint smile:

"Are you sure this person only lives in the herringbone quiet room?"

"Boss, our people saw him come out of the herringbone quiet room with our own eyes. He has been in seclusion there for several months. There is absolutely no background to living in such a quiet room."

One person whispered.

"That's good."

A few people stopped talking and looked at Fang Chen with half-smiling smiles.

Seeing several figures approaching him, Fang Chen sighed softly, grabbed the nearest figure and slapped it on the face.

The sound of bones breaking suddenly sounded on the opponent's face, half of his face had collapsed, blood continued to flow from the seven orifices, and there was only half a breath left.

The other figures didn't seem to expect that Fang Chen would choose to take action, and they all stood there blankly, but just because they didn't move didn't mean that Fang Chen wasn't looking for them.

The other party repeatedly regarded him as a fish out of water, and Fang Chen also wanted to see what kind of backer there was behind this group of pickpockets.

Fang Chen grabbed one person again, slapped him on the ground, and knocked him to the ground. The remaining people tried to escape, but they were not as fast as Fang Chen, and they were beaten down one by one.

Their injuries were almost identical, with most of their cheeks collapsed and their orifices bleeding.

As soon as this happened, the passers-by around him immediately looked shocked and stepped aside, looking at Fang Chen with strange expressions.

There is a rule in Lou Chuan that private fights are not allowed. If you really want to fight, you must go to the dedicated venue for fighting.

Violating this rule will result in a fine!

If you fail to pay the fine, you will be thrown overboard.

"Is this guy crazy? Why is he suddenly attacking people?"

"Shhh, keep your voice down. Don't offend people for no reason. Those people he beat are not good people."

"Huh? What's the secret?"

There were whispers all around, and someone had recognized the special identity of the monk who was knocked to the ground.

He couldn't help but feel gloating in his eyes. There were many monks on the ship who had just been tricked by these guys.

I was afraid of the other party's background so I didn't dare to cause trouble. I didn't expect that the other party would fall into trouble.

In the teahouse, the monks looked at each other. The leader looked uncertain and said coldly:

"Aren't you saying that he has no background? How dare he take action like this?"

"Boss, I don't know if I wait..."

Several of his subordinates smiled bitterly.

The leading monk was silent for a few breaths, and then said calmly: "It doesn't matter, the young master has bribed many people. Since this monk dares to take action like this, it depends on whether he can pay a fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of monks walked through the crowd and came to Fang Chen.

The leading monk was wearing black mysterious clothes. He was middle-aged and had a mustache. He glanced at the injured monks on the ground, then looked at Fang Chen and frowned:

"Sir, was it you who made them look like this?"

Fang Chen nodded. He had met these guys once when he boarded the ship. They were the maintainers of order on the ship and the subordinates of the ship owner.

"You should know that no private fighting is allowed here."

The middle-aged man said coldly.

"Yes, there will be a fine if it's a private fight."

Fang Chen nodded, "The fine for one injured is three hundred, and the fine for one killed is one thousand."

"In this case, do you still dare to fight privately?"

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy.

Fang Chen smiled, suddenly crushed the heads of the monks in front of him, and then kicked the heads of several other monks.

"This guy……"

In the crowd, the monk who had the first conflict with Fang Chen turned extremely pale and was covered in cold sweat.

Fortunately, he didn't take action just now! Otherwise, he would be among the dead!

"One, two, three, four, five... five people, a fine of five thousand, please keep it."

Fang Chen counted the numbers, took out five thousand low-grade spiritual stones and handed them to the middle-aged man, then turned and left.

Everyone was stunned and looked at Fang Chen in disbelief.

Who is this person from? ? Knowing that there would be a fine, he really dared to kill five monks in front of the ship owner's men! ?

Not only that... the other party had just paid a fine of five thousand low-grade spiritual stones.

this……

This can even buy a top-quality yellow-level magic weapon. Even the golden elixir monks don't dare to waste spiritual stones like this! ?

Everyone looked at Fang Chen's back with curiosity and fear in their eyes.

It wasn't until Fang Chen disappeared from sight that the middle-aged man reacted. He stared blankly at the spirit stone in front of him with a strange expression.

Then, he glanced in the direction of the teahouse and ordered his men:

"Clean up the body."

After saying that, he turned around and left with the spirit stone without causing any trouble to Fang Chen.

In the tea house, the leading monk looked extremely livid, his fists were clenched, and his joints were even faintly white.

"Boss, this guy is so brave, he dares to kill our people!"

"He must be killed. He can easily take out five thousand low-grade spiritual stones. He must have more spiritual stones on his body!"

"But... we don't seem to be able to see through his cultivation level..."

"It's just a breath-collecting magic weapon. Living in a herringbone room, how high can your cultivation be? Can you build a foundation to reach the sky? What are you afraid of, young master!"

Everyone said something to me.

The leading monk shouted coldly, "Shut up!"

Everyone quickly shut their mouths.

The leading monk looked at Fang Chen's back through the window with a gloomy expression. After a while, he said lightly:

"I will go to the young master personally to report this matter. During this period, you guys should keep an eye on him and don't slack off for a moment!"