Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

In front of the gate of Long's house, a woman wearing an elegant plain skirt and a group of people were waiting quietly.

Some people showed a trace of impatience, looked around, and occasionally said a few words to the people around them.

"Mom, they are all saying that the gambling fight between our eldest brother and the second brother is a bit sloppy."

Long Xuan looked slightly solemn.

The woman in plain skirt smiled and gently touched Long Xuan's hair, "Our room is now only supported by your father, a Sanxian, and all the ancestors above have passed away.

Now that the second house is being bullied, if we don't deal with it, more flies will smell the sweetness and swarm in. At that time... the nine cities under our command still cannot be saved. "

"Why are they so aggressive? The big house has long been in decline, and even the last nine cities are eager to take it away?"

Long Xuan frowned slightly, her words filled with dissatisfaction and confusion.

"Hey, you are still young. Only if we lose everything and become trash supported by the family will they really feel relieved."

The woman in plain skirt sighed softly.

Long Xuan was about to speak when she suddenly saw a group of monks coming through the air. She quickly closed her mouth and said happily:

"father."

Li Changsheng nodded gently with a smile on his face, then walked up to the woman in plain skirt and said softly:

"I'm back."

The woman in plain skirt smiled and said: "It's good to come back. Is this trip going well? I heard that something happened on your side some time ago. Someone killed Sun Yi of the Sun family and several Dairi Sect disciples. I was distracted, and now the Sun family is furious and says they want to cause trouble for our Long family."

"Don't be afraid. As long as the Long family wins the Sword Burial Ladder, what else can the Sun family do?"

Li Changsheng smiled and said, "The one who killed Sun Yi and the others was the boy I mentioned to you before."

The woman in plain skirt looked at Fang Chen and others with curiosity on her face.

Yan Kun was the first to step forward respectfully: "Disciple Yan Kun, please pay your respects to Master."

"I'll wait to see my senior."

Everyone clasped their fists and saluted.

The eyes of the big brothers around him flickered, looking at the group of sword cultivators in front of them with a very arrogant look.

In addition, there are some sword cultivators working for the Long family nearby who are also looking this way and waiting.

The woman in plain skirt smiled and nodded. She was about to speak when she saw a group of monks coming from behind. The leader was about forty years old and had a goatee. He put one hand behind his back and kept rubbing his own with the other. Mustache.

He glanced at Fang Chen and others, then looked at Li Changsheng and the woman in plain skirt, and couldn't help but smile:

"Sister-in-law is back. Are these little babies the sword cultivators you brought this time to participate in the gambling battle on the Sword Burial Ladder?"

Li Changsheng smiled, holding the woman in a plain skirt and looking at the visitor: "Long Ao, the day of the gambling battle is approaching. How is the sword cultivator in your second room doing?"

"This person is just an Immortal King. He can be so casual in front of Li Changsheng, and there is a hint of contempt in his words. He is obviously a direct descendant of the Long family."

Fang Chen did not open his eyes, but looked at the visitor with his spirit.

"Don't worry, the second room has recruited more than 500 geniuses in the sword cultivator this time. I heard from them that you seem to have approached them too? Haha, what a pity. They thought it would be more appropriate to do the work for the second room, so they didn't accept it. your invitation."

Long Ao smiled.

Bai Qingming and others' expressions changed, and their expressions gradually became weird.

I wonder if Li Changsheng couldn't find sword cultivators here to help him, so he went to his hometown to call for help?

The woman in plain skirt said softly: "My husband just came back today. He is tired from the journey. I'm afraid he won't be able to greet my cousin, so please help me."

"Cousin, don't be so harsh. This is the Long family. Do I need others to greet me?"

Long Ao smiled, then walked up to Fang Chen and others, and said: "These little dolls are the ones my sister-in-law found from the countryside this time, right?

Your rural sword cultivators, whose food is not as good as Prisoner's Style, and whose equipment is not as good as Prisoner's Style, can they really achieve outstanding results in the Sword Burial Ladder? "

Except for Yan Kun, all the sword cultivators had their expressions darkened, and even Bai Qingming glanced at him, looking a little unhappy.

"Those who come from the countryside have their own benefits. In Sword Burial Ladder, everyone is equal. The comparison is not voluntary."

Li Changsheng smiled lightly and said: "What Madam just said is right. I am a little tired from the journey. You can do it yourself."

"etc."

Long Ao waved his hand, "Some time ago, someone from the Sun family wrote a letter, saying that there was a blind guy in your place who not only killed the Sun family's Sun Yi for distraction, but also used other methods to humiliate them. Is this true? "

All the sword cultivators were slightly startled.

Yan Kun looked a little strange. He had heard of Sun Yi. He was a young and promising young man who was a direct descendant of the Sun family. He had a bright future.

When did this person go to their place? He was also distracted by being beaten to death! ?

Even if there are many powerful people in the Prison Wind Land, if the distraction in the distraction period is destroyed, the vitality will be severely damaged, and the road to practice in the future will definitely be a bit bumpy.

"It's just a misunderstanding between the younger generations. Besides, the Sun family's children shouldn't be there in the first place."

Li Changsheng smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry about this matter. It has nothing to do with our Long family."

"I really can't ignore it."

Long Ao sighed softly.

As soon as these words came out, Li Changsheng's expression changed and he looked at Long Ao intently, as if waiting for his next words.

"Although our Long family is not at odds with the Sun family, we are all descendants of a wealthy family. Even if our Long family loses this time on the Sword Burial Ladder, our strength will not be severely damaged. A wealthy family will still be a wealthy family."

Long Ao said lightly: "A son of a wealthy family was injured and humiliated by a humble swordsman. Tell me, how can we just sit back and watch? Today he can hurt Sun Yi, but tomorrow, right? Is it time to hurt my son of the Long family?"

"It seems to make some sense..."

The elder brothers nearby were thoughtful. On this point, they held the same opinion as Long Ao.

Even if a son of a wealthy family were to die, he would die in the hands of a worthy opponent, not in the hands of a swordsman who was as humble as an ant.

Sword cultivators are only qualified to charge into battle and serve as cannon fodder. How dare they commit the following crimes and rebel against Tiangang?

"Despicable sword cultivator... As expected, as Patriarch Li said, sword cultivators here... are very unwelcome."

Bai Lingyue and others' faces became increasingly ugly, and they suppressed the anger in their hearts.

Seeing that Li Changsheng was silent, Long Ao's eyes moved and fell on Fang Chen. After looking at Fang Chen carefully for a few times, he smiled and said:

"You can take the rest of them away, and leave this child to me."

"It's him!?"

The disciples of the Long family present looked at each other in confusion, and the nearby sword cultivators also looked at Fang Chen with strange expressions.

They had heard about that incident, and to be honest, they were relieved from the bottom of their hearts, but they didn't dare to do it. If they did something like the rumors, no matter whose sword cultivator it was, they would be shattered to pieces!

"Junior brother, it can't be you, right?"

Bai Qingming looked stunned. Thinking of Wang Zhenlong's previous explanation, he now had a headache.

Their Fang Jianshou has already offended the big shots in Prison Feng before he came to Prison Feng?

Bai Lingyue and others were startled, with a flash of suspicion in their eyes.

What the other party just said was distraction, right?

The Void Immortal Sword Sect... is already able to cut off distracted minds?

Bai Lingyue suddenly felt horrified. If this was true, the person in front of him might be a monster.