After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Jiang Chenxian burned a heavenly-ranked teleportation talisman, and the talisman turned into a purple formation, teleporting the three of them to Mian'an Immortal City in just a moment.

A group of guards in cloud-patterned green robes guarded the fairy gate, and they bowed their heads when they saw Jiang Chenxian returning safely.

Jiang Chen took off the fluttering purple robe, and told the leader: "Zhan Ao, carry the little monk in, his leg is injured, be careful."

Zhan Ao nodded, and then looked at Sheng Huaizhao lying on the wooden board: "Then he..."

"Take it to Leya Palace and wait for me to ask questions."

"Yes."

The two guards lifted the bed boards one by one, probably not treating Sheng Huaizhao as a guest, and their movements were not gentle at all.

No matter how much Sheng Huaizhao tried to pretend to be asleep, his face hurt from knocking, so he quietly opened his eyes to observe everything in front of him.

In the original book, the Mian'an Jiang family is one of the wealthiest families in the cultivation world, and the forces behind the three major fairy workshops are closely related to it.The family emblem of the Jiang family is the purple dragon. Anyone who is embroidered with purple dragons can go to heaven and earth without hindrance, which shows the wealth and magnificence of the Jiang family.

Before coming to Mian'an, Sheng Huaizhao had only a few words for the concept of Jiang's "richness", but it was not until he was carried into this heavenly fairy city that he deeply realized how rich "one of the wealthiest families" is .

Mian'an is not as vulgar as gold everywhere. After all, the most precious thing in the cultivation world is the spiritual veins. If a stream flows on the spiritual veins, the fish that live in the stream will carry spirits from birth, and they are already the family members of the cultivation world. When choosing the location of the gate, they will try their best to get close to the spiritual vein.

And the Jiang family owns an entire fairy city suspended above the spiritual veins.

With such strong financial resources and foundation, it is no wonder that Xie Jinyi, who is now number one in the world, can be cultivated.

When he was carried to the Leya Palace, Sheng Huaizhao once again lamented what it meant to be extravagant and desperate.

The Leya Palace alone is a hundred times more magnificent than the fairy palaces and palaces he has seen in costume dramas before. The beams are made of ancient spiritual wood, the tiles are made of black jade, and the room is decorated with night pearls as if they don’t need money. They will be spread on the ground. The jade is so gentle and bright.

And in the middle of the main hall, there is a red-patterned peony carved in a coquettish manner, for fear that others will not know his family's wealth.

The maid had already laid a spring silk cushion in the middle of the hall. When Sheng Huaizhao was put on it, he felt the heat evaporating during it, which seemed to guide the movement of spiritual energy in his body. Just lying like this, he felt that the aches and pains all over his body were relieved a lot.

It is simply a massage cushion in the world of self-cultivation.

It's over, I'm so excited, I want to buy it back.

Sensing that Sheng Huaizhao's brain circuit was getting more and more strange, the system whispered: Host, aren't you worried about cloud remonstrance?

Sheng Huaizhao chooses the most comfortable lying position: Can I sit on the ground and ascend to bring the entire Mian'an Immortal Island over, or can I convince Jiang Chenxian to let us go willingly?

System: ...It's justifiable to make it bad, right?

Outside the Leya Palace, footsteps sounded from far to near, Sheng Huaizhao closed his eyes and concentrated on pretending to be asleep.

"Chen Xian, I'm tired of you going down the mountain to arrest them yourself. These three sons overthrew my mountain gate, and their crimes are heinous. If I can't deal with it with my own hands, I will be worthy of the immortal elders of the Yanfeng Sect!"

The voice of the person who said this was low and hoarse, revealing a layer of sickness, Sheng Huaizhao slowly recognized that this was the head of Lin.

Jiang Chen changed into a suit of clothes, and the light blue outer robe made his temperament as warm as water, but his handsome facial features didn't soften in the slightest.

"When did I say that it was the person sent by Yanfeng to arrest you?"

Master Lin's face froze slightly. If it was the head of any sect who was so flattered by his disciples, he would definitely be angry and reprimanded him, but he was only embarrassed for a moment, and whispered: "The main peak of the Yanfeng Sect was burned, and the sixty disciples Injured by that demon cultivator, as the head of the sect, I must seek justice for them."

Jiang Chenxian sat on the Xuanlin chair, picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea contemptuously: "Couldn't it be that you, the head of the sect, are incompetent and short-lived?"

Sect Leader Lin gritted his teeth: "Chen Xian, the position of Sect Leader was passed on to me by your master, and he entrusted you to me before he died..."

What Jiang Chenxian hates the most is when others talk about his immortal master, his dissatisfied eyes glanced away, and Zhan Ao, who was guarding the door, stepped into the hall and stopped the master Lin.

"My young master has already prepared all the fairy artifacts and spirit stones needed to repair the Yanfeng School, please head Lin to come with me." Zhan Ao flashed out the dagger in his sleeve, intending to drive away the guests without mercy.

Head Lin glanced angrily at the person lying in the hall, and turned his head angrily.

After the person left, Jiang Chen raised his legs lightly, and rested his chin lightly on the wooden table: "So, who made him lie here?"

There was a maid coming in with medicine at the door, she raised her head and looked into the hall upon hearing this.

Good guy, the extravagant and extravagant hall looks like a beggar's nest under a bridge hole because of this blanket.

"This, this, this," she was startled, the wooden spirit's tray was unsteady, "I hurriedly asked someone to withdraw..."

"Forget it, let's leave it at that." Jiang Chen frowned slightly, "What is this?"

The maid hurriedly said, "This is the medicine Madam asked for last time..."

"From that quack warlock?" Jiang Chen recalled something, and his face was unhappy, "There are so many alchemy masters in Mian'an, it's not my turn to wait for someone of unknown origin to concoct the medicine for me and bring it out."

The maid was so frightened that she knelt down on the ground and held up the tray: "But the sorcerer said that sincerity is the foundation of businessmen, since you are willing to do business with him, young master, he will definitely not harm you..."

The maid knelt for a long while without hearing a response, she raised her eyes tremblingly, and saw Jiang Chen looking at her expressionlessly, her heart felt cold.

"Whose servant are you, how do you help outsiders spread the word?"

The sternness hidden in this tone not only frightened the little girl, even Sheng Huaizhao was slightly surprised.

In the original book, the rich second-generation son in front of him is an elegant and gentle noble son. He is famous for being noble and pure, as gentle as jade, and he is so perfect that he seems to have no temper.

And now, isn't the character setting a bit broken?

Jiang Chen waved his sleeves in displeasure, the maid kowtowed repeatedly, and left with the medicine.

After dealing with the messy things, Jiang Chenxian finally set his sights on Sheng Huaizhao.

Leya Palace is his territory. When he came in, he blatantly checked Sheng Huaizhao's condition with his spiritual sense, and came to the conclusion that he was physically weak and weak, and his spiritual core was completely destroyed. Even maidservants can't compare.

But he is clearly such a useless and incompetent person, but he is the number one suspect in making the Shoushan Evil Tiger disappear.

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, and a wave of spiritual pressure quickly attacked him.

Sheng Huaizhao was forced to open his eyes, and when he got up clutching his painful chest, he met Jiang Chenxian's contemptuous gaze: "I'm awake, why are you pretending to be asleep?"

Sheng Huaizhao sneered in his heart, put down his hands, and yawned lazily: "I'm not fully awake."

The mat was such a sleep aid that he literally almost fell asleep.

Jiang Chen carefully observed Sheng Huaizhao's expression. He was a helpless and useless person, and he didn't show the slightest timidity in someone else's territory. He really didn't know how to live or die.

He got straight to the point: "The Yanfeng sect's vicious tiger guarding Fuxu Mountain, did you get rid of it or the demon cultivator?"

Sheng Huaizhao was still lazy and returned silent.

"Don't tell me?" Jiang Chen gently raised his knuckles, "Then I can only search for the soul. These spells are extremely cruel, and even a monk in the clear state is easily damaged by the soul search. You are a mortal. , I can't hold it."

With the naked threat in the words, Sheng Huaizhao raised his eyes lightly: "Your family is upright, a son of a family, can you use such a despicable method against ordinary people?"

His answer was even more frivolous than Jiang Chenxian imagined.

"A cripple is not an ordinary mortal." Jiang Chen seemed to be interested, and his eyes deepened, "Besides, there are also young masters like me who are good at torture and love to torture."

The spiritual pressure gradually increased, and Sheng Huaizhao's chest seemed to be wrapped in a long airtight cloth, and the pressure only increased, making his breathing gradually difficult.

This is the physical difference between monks and ordinary passers-by. Jiang Chenxian can suppress Sheng Huaizhao so much that he can't lift his head without doing anything.

He increased his strength expressionlessly, and interrogated again: "Say it, or not?"

Sheng Huaizhao endured the pain and raised his hand to his chest lightly. When he was about to take out the jade teeth hidden here, there was a cry of exclamation from outside the Leya Palace, and then there was a loud noise of rubble collapsing!

Jiang Chen's concentrated spiritual energy suddenly dispersed, and he stood up abruptly from the jade chair.

"what happened?!"

Zhan Ao, who was guarding the gate, was knocked into the hall, and he coughed out a mouthful of blood: "It's Daoist Xie! He fought with a black shadow, and his sharp sword intent smashed the gate of Mian'an City, and now he is heading towards Le Ya Come to the palace!"

"What?" Jiang Chen couldn't believe it.

Xie Jinyi didn't suppress that little devil?

He is a majestic Mian'an Immortal City, with [-] guards guarding the city, how could he not be able to guard a single city gate?

A figure pierced through the roof of the Leya Palace, the jade tiles collapsed and the spiritual pillars cracked, and the majestic fairy palace appeared to be extremely fragile at this moment. .

Sheng Huaizhao reacted quickly. When he heard the sound, he had already dodged to the corner of the wall, covering his mouth and nose and holding down his breath.

In the dusty main hall, Yun Jian supported a broken sword and knelt on the ground with one knee. A large amount of blood was sprinkled on the red peony on the ground. The bright red stamens became a platform for him to dance solo, giving birth to a three-pointed majestic and fierce beauty. .

The pair of blood pupils patrolled around, and then slowly landed on Sheng Huaizhao.