Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"If you don't follow the master to go to Daqian from Huoyan, you will have to travel several years."

Ye Wenxiu looked at the bustling streets and saw several monks passing by from time to time, with a sigh in his eyes.

"Fang Chen, as a descendant of the Fang family, do you dare to have an open and honest fight with me today? Don't let your shrewish mother interfere in the grudge between you and me!"

"Why don't you dare? I really thought you were a prince and I was afraid of you. Your father Qian Jiuye was able to sit on the throne because of my Fang family's blessing. Otherwise, Dagan would have been gone more than fifty years ago!"

"Why mention the old things again? Who can say for sure whether the original things were true or false? Maybe they are just rumors. Don't talk nonsense and watch the sword!"

Ye Wenxiu and others looked strange. Did they meet a guy with the same name?

A smile appeared on Fang Chen's face, and a large group of people gathered nearby, watching the fight between the two young men.

"It's such a big deal... There are more and more people practicing swordsmanship."

A middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh.

Fang Chen glanced at him and said with a smile: "Brother, how many people are skilled in swordsmanship?"

"My little brother is a foreigner, right?"

The middle-aged man first glanced at Ye Wenxiu and the others, then at Fang Chen, and said with a faint smile:

"Nowadays, nine out of ten young people in Daqian are practicing swordsmanship. Do you know why?"

Without waiting for Fang Chen to answer, the middle-aged man watched the two young people fighting and said:

"More than fifty years ago, a sword cultivator appeared in Daqian. His sword could kill the Nascent Soul and resolved a disaster for Daqian. Unfortunately, I was still young and was not present at that time. Otherwise, I could have See with your own eyes the scene of the sword slashing the Spring and Autumn Period.

Since then, more and more young people in Daqian are practicing swordsmanship, hoping to one day be chosen as a disciple by a certain swordsman. Nowadays, if you don't know a few swordsmanship, you will be laughed at. "

More than fifty years ago, sword cultivator...

Ye Wenxiu and Liu Mu looked at each other and subconsciously looked at Fang Chen, already having some guesses in their minds.

While they were talking, the two young men who were fighting had already decided the winner. The young monk named Fang Chen won with a slight advantage.

His opponent's spiritual power had been exhausted and he was staring at him with an unwilling expression on his face. His lips were trembling, obviously he was out of breath.

Fang Chen nodded lightly. Fang Yun's son was not old, but his basic skills were not bad. His cultivation level was at the seventh level of Qi Refining. He was estimated to be ranked among the younger generation in Fang Mansion today.

"How is it? You might be convinced by my swordsmanship? You don't even know what my last name is. I remember when my uncle slashed with his sword, the whole world was moved. It was so shocking that ghosts and gods wept. You fight with me? , it’s still a bit tender.”

"He is him, and you are you. Don't think that if your swordsmanship is better than mine, you really win. Do you dare to fight me again? This time, I won't use a sword."

"You're still here? Okay, I'll stay with you until the end."

The two sides continued to fight. The young monk who had just been defeated suddenly raised his hand, his spiritual power gathered, and a cylindrical black box on his wrist suddenly flashed with light.

With the flickering light, an arrow packed with strong spiritual power shot straight towards Fang Yun's son.

The power of this arrow, let alone the seventh level of Qi Refining, you have to be careful even in the early stage of foundation building. If you are shot, you will not die but will be disabled.

Fang Yun's son looked confused. With his cultivation level, he couldn't avoid it. He could only watch helplessly as the arrow was about to penetrate his heart.

His opponent suddenly showed a look of regret at this moment. If the opponent died, he would also get into great trouble. If he hadn't felt that he had lost face today and was being watched by so many people, he would not have used this murder weapon in a fever.

"Ganshun, you are so brave!"

A sharp shout rang out, and Fang Yun rushed towards this side at an extremely fast speed, but her speed was not as fast as the arrow, and she couldn't make it in time.

Seeing that her son was about to die, Fang Yun panicked: "Chen'er, get away quickly!"

"The prince is in big trouble..."

In the crowd, an old eunuch sighed softly.

The next second, his eyes suddenly froze, and Fang Yun stopped subconsciously. The people and monks watching the excitement nearby looked strange.

At some point, a figure appeared in the field and easily grasped the arrow. The arrow, which could pose a threat to the initial stage of foundation building, gradually turned into powder in his hand and dispersed in the wind.

"Brother, thank you so much!"

Fang Yun's son quickly thanked him, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said angrily to his opponent:

"You bastard, I'm fighting with you but you want to kill me! You are despicable and shameless!"

His opponent's expression changed when he was scolded. While he was relieved, he felt that it was too humiliating to be insulted like this. He couldn't help but snorted coldly:

"There will be casualties in fighting. It's just that your skills are inferior to others. You lost this battle. Be polite to me when you see me in the future."

After saying that, he looked at Fang Chen, his eyes a little angry: "Who are you? I didn't see my prince fighting a fair duel, how dare you interfere and destroy my magic weapon!"

That arrow is not an ordinary magic weapon, it is a yellow-level middle-grade magic weapon, valuable, a self-defense treasure given to him by his father.

Now that he was destroyed by the other party, his heart ached so much.

At that time, the old eunuch and Fang Yun had already recognized Fang Chen's identity. The former was so frightened that his legs trembled when he heard Qian Shun's words.

The latter had a look of surprise on his face and hurriedly ran to Fang Chen. Before she could speak, her son said with a smile:

"Mom, this brother just saved my life, let's invite him to the house for a meal."

Gan Shun's eyes trembled, and he subconsciously took a few steps back. At the same time, he kept looking for the crowd. When he saw the old eunuch rushing towards this side, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"This guy is so lucky. If I had known I would have taken action just now, if I could have established a relationship with the Fang Mansion, I would have gone sideways in Daqian in the future."

Several foundation-building casual cultivators nearby secretly regretted it.

Everyone knows that Daqian was conquered by the Qian clan, but now, Fang Mansion's status in Daqian is even slightly higher than that of the Qian clan.

The two golden elixir ancestors are enough to awe people, let alone a sword cultivator.

"Chen'er, don't talk nonsense. Don't you remember? This is your uncle Fang Chen."

Fang Yun glared at her stupid son with an annoyed look, then looked at Fang Chen and said respectfully: "Brother Fang Chen, I haven't seen him for many years."

"It turns out he is Master's nephew..."

Ye Wenxiu and others suddenly felt enlightened.

The onlookers nearby were startled.

Uncle Fang Chen?

Could it be the one from back then...

As if they had thought of something, everyone's eyes gradually changed. When they looked at Fang Chen again, they all had a little awe and curiosity in their eyes.

"Fang Chen...uncle?"

Fang Yun's son looked at Fang Chen blankly, and finally recalled his past memories. He had met this man many years ago.

It really does look like this, and it’s even better looking than before!

A faint smile appeared on Fang Chen's face: "Fang Chen..."

He couldn't speak anymore.

Fang Yun's son quickly raised his hands and saluted: "Hold your sword and pay homage to your uncle!"

"Brother Fang Chen, holding the sword is his name, just call him by his name."

Fang Yun smiled bitterly.

"Hold the sword..."

Fang Chen nodded lightly: "In the future, don't randomly compete with others. If you really want to fight, you must be fully prepared and prepare more trump cards. At least you can ensure that you have a 99% chance of killing the opponent before you go on the field.

You are lucky today, otherwise, you would be dead. "