Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

After a while, eight of the nine out-of-body sword cultivators from the Kunlun Sword Sect who responded to the challenge were dead, leaving only the last one.

He watched his cousin die tragically on the spot. Even though he had been practicing for many years and was from the Kunlun Sword Sect, he felt a wave of fear in his heart.

Fear quickly invaded his body, making him dare not step out of the challenge, but looked to Wu Fenghua for help.

Wu Fenghua closed his eyes slightly and said calmly:

"Go and challenge."

He looked at Fang Chen in despair. As soon as he took a step, he was killed by a sword. His soul walked out in a daze and saw the souls of eight other cousins ​​who were alive.

The monks from all sides saw this scene through the Xuantian Mirror, and even the whispers disappeared, and their eyes were filled with complex colors.

As powerful as the Kunlun Sword Sect, the people of the same rank it trained were as vulnerable as ants in front of Fang Chen.

The other monks could say that they were just horrified and warned themselves not to provoke such an enemy.

Some monks who were also out of body felt really uncomfortable after seeing that Kunlun Sword Sect's out-of-body sword cultivator was unable to fight back in front of Fang Chen. If they accepted the challenge, wouldn't it be even worse?

Fang Chen frowned slightly.

This time on the Road to Swordsmanship, the resistance of the major sword sects, including the Kunlun Sword Sect, seemed not to be as fierce as he imagined.

If he had followed his previous thoughts, it might be difficult to advance beyond the body after completing the journey of learning swordsmanship.

"Congratulations, Wang Zhenlong, your leader Fang Jian is well-deserved and can be the leader of this sect."

Wu Fenghua cupped his hands with a smile, and then ordered people to collect the bodies while inviting Wang Zhenlong and others to enter the Kunlun Sword Sect.

"Now that the journey of learning swordsmanship is over, we should go back to Central Continent and not stay here any longer."

Wang Zhenlong smiled and declined Wu Fenghua's invitation.

"It's not that I want to invite you to come in and have a seat. It's the ancestor who wants to invite you to come and have a seat."

Wu Fenghua said lightly: "You don't have to give me my face, but do you dare not give my ancestor's face?"

Everyone was slightly shocked. Li Changsheng, the leader of the emperor list, wanted to invite them in to sit down?

What is the other party’s purpose? Zhang Ling and others all looked at Wang Zhenlong.

Wang Zhenlong pondered for a few breaths, then smiled: "Then take a seat."

Wu Fenghua led the way with a cold face, leading everyone into the Kunlun Sword Sect, and finally came to a small and quiet courtyard. There seemed to be a middle-aged man waiting in the courtyard for a long time.

Wu Fenghua stopped immediately and saluted the middle-aged man with clasped fists: "Ancestor, I brought him here."

"Wang Zhenlong and Fang Chen stay, you take the others to sit in the living room."

The middle-aged man said calmly.

Wu Fenghua nodded lightly and was about to leave with Zhang Ling and others, but they still glanced at Wang Zhenlong first, saw him nodding, and then followed Wu Fenghua out of the small courtyard with a solemn look.

The middle-aged man just now should be Li Changsheng, who is at the top of the emperor list. It is also the first time for them to have such close contact with this kind of existence. Even though it is just a glimpse, it is enough to make their hearts tremble.

Wang Zhenlong looked at the middle-aged man, suddenly smiled and clasped his fists: "Zhenlong has met Li Jianxian."

"I'm just a swordsman, not a swordsman."

The middle-aged man smiled lightly.

"Old Ancestor Li is so humble."

Wang Zhenlong smiled slightly and said, "I wonder if Patriarch Li would give me any advice if he left me here to wait?"

"Did those nine sword cultivators named Wu just resolve the evil in your heart?"

Li Changsheng said calmly.

Wang Zhenlong had actually guessed it, but he didn't expect that the other party would say it straight to the point. Not only was he not relieved, but he became more solemn.

Why should the other party's dignified patriarch care about his mere Xuanxian's evil aura?

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster!

"Old Ancestor Li, I don't know what you mean by this?"

Wang Zhenlong said softly.

"Li Jingnian should have told you at the beginning that he and I once traveled in Qiufeng."

Li Changsheng said calmly.

Prison style?

Fang Chen remained calm when the other party suddenly mentioned what happened to Prison Feng?

Could it be that the Kunlun Sword Sect is so weird this time and has something to do with Qiu Feng?

Wang Zhenlong glanced at Fang Chen, then nodded slightly: "The old swordsman did say that there are many strong men in that world, and even the ancestors are not invincible."

"What he said is correct. One-turn Sanxian is not invincible in that realm."

Li Changsheng nodded lightly.

"Old Ancestor Li, I wonder what this matter... has to do with this moment?"

Wang Zhenlong clasped his fists and said, "Old Ancestor Li, please get straight to the point and don't try to keep it secret."

"There is one thing that very few people know. In the eyes of a certain big shot in the Prison Wind Realm, Zhongzhou, Ditian, and Beidou belong to him.

But now, this big shot wants to make a bet with another person, and the bet involves Zhongzhou, Ditian, and Beidou.

If he loses and the three places change owners, then all the monks in the three places will be assigned, and only a few will be allowed to stay at the original location. "

Li Changsheng said.

The amount of information in his words stunned Wang Zhenlong, who had been mentally prepared for it, for more than ten breaths.

Even Fang Chen was a little shocked.

Over at Qiu Feng, someone is making a bet with Zhongzhou, Ditian, and Beidou?

"It's a joke. The three realms of Emperor Tian Beidou in Central Continent have never had a master. Even if they are as powerful as Ancestor Li, they cannot make the entire Emperor Tian bow their heads."

Wang Zhenlong said coldly: "What exactly does Patriarch Li mean by these words!"

"In your eyes, it is true, but in the eyes of others, it is not the case. If it were not like this, do you think that no monks would have set their sights on the Three Lands in these years?

My strength is indeed not enough to command the entire Imperial Heaven, let alone Central Continent, Beidou, if you, Central Continent and the loose immortals on Beidou join forces, I may not be able to win, but...

The big shot I'm talking about can deal with a being like me in just one thought. "

Li Changsheng smiled mockingly.

Wang Zhenlong's expression became very ugly. He didn't want to believe it, but his reason told him that the other party had no reason to deceive him. He was just a fairy, and he was not worthy of being played by the ancestor.

"Old Ancestor Li, what is going on, and what is that bet?"

Wang Zhenlong looked solemn.

"Qiu Feng has a sword burial ladder. The bet between the two big shots is to see whose sword master can reach the end."

Li Changsheng smiled and said, "There will be a total of ten people from the three places this time. I have already decided on the candidates for Beidou and Kunlun. I am leaving you Zhongzhou."

"I, a sword cultivator, have become a bargaining chip in other people's bets?"

Wang Zhenlong looked silent.

Li Changsheng nodded lightly: "Don't really think that we sword cultivators are invincible in the world. Our lifespan is only half of theirs, or even shorter. Three places away, the situation of sword cultivators is more difficult than you think. Too many, we... can only be regarded as thugs."

Wang Zhenlong looked slightly pale. He finally recalled why the old swordsman looked so complicated when he talked about Prison Feng. This may be the reason.

"Towards the end, the path of sword cultivation becomes more and more difficult. If you want to survive in the cracks, you have to play both ways. Your old swordsman was unwilling to bow his head, so he wasted his time in Central Continent and was unable to be promoted to the ancestor."

Li Changsheng smiled and said, "I am different. A little dignity is nothing, so I became the patriarch."

"..."

Wang Zhenlong vaguely understood something, and said with a complex expression: "Old Ancestor Li, tell me which members of the Xuxian Sword Sect you like."