Chapter 23: Magic weapons show their power (three)

"Master Yingsong is there?" Fang Chen stood in the air, and his spiritual sense swept Qingliang Mountain in less than a moment. He saw that a place was extremely strong and vaguely like a sword in the sky. He knew that it was where everyone in Shushan was, but he didn't want to be forced to exile overseas, and there was room for his words.

"What a true person of fortune." Dozens of sword lights soared into the sky, a long rainbow soared into the sky from the bottom of the mountain, while the rest of the sword lights were a little slower.

Fang Chen looked at the Taoist priest led by the head. Although he was covered in silver hair, his eyes opened and closed, a sharp sword energy broke through the air, and a clear light appeared all over his body. Fang Chen knew that it was Taiqing's body-protecting divine light, which was a symbol of the Shushan lineage from the Taishang Laojun lineage, the leader of the People's Cult.

"Brother Taoist is elegant in his fairy style, it's true that he is the Taiqing lineage. Fang Chen, the founding sect of Dao, has seen fellow Taoists." Fang Chen smiled and bowed in a humble manner. There is no flattery in his words, but it is not arrogant, as if Ying Song on the opposite side is really his fellow Taoists.

Ying Song frowned. Those who could fly through the clouds without using magic weapons were either coming from gods or having other secret techniques. The person in front of him did not see any true energy fluctuations around him, but he did not see any fairy aura. It was obviously not coming from gods, but he could not see the other person's virtual reality in the middle stage of the God Transformation. It was really weird. He also said politely: "The old Taoist is not qualified and is ashamed to be the subordinate of Laojun. However, fellow Taoist, hehe, his cultivation is profound, and even the old Taoist cannot see any false reality. The true person of fortune is really extraordinary."

Fang Chen smiled slightly, flipped his right hand and showed a pagoda. Ying Song was shocked and was about to speak when suddenly a scream came from the pagoda. "Master, save me!" After looking carefully, it was his disciple Hua Qiu, who was trapped in the pagoda and could not leave.

The face changed and he said, "Fang Chen, why did this? Why did my disciple provoke you? He is really a monster. He didn't even say that he killed the third son of the Wang family, but he also wanted to kill me Shushan disciples. Aren't you afraid of the thousands of people in Shushan? " He moved his figure and a sword appeared above his head. The green sword light was about squat far away. When the sword light was swallowed and spit, the sword energy was in his mouth, just like the silence before the storm.

Fang Chen still had a trace of kindness on his face. With a finger on his right hand, the demon-suppressing tower opened, and a figure fell down. Then a sword light shot out, but Hua Qiu quickly entered his own camp. "Teacher, it's this monster. Not only do he want to kill his disciples, he also insulted me on the mountain of Shu, asking the master to take charge of me."

"Huaqiu, is this demon-suppressing tower from Shushan?" Fang Chen's eyes shot out a cold light. The so-called upright disciples are nothing more than that. Zhang Kuang doesn't count, and he doesn't even have the basic principles of a Qi Refiner. He bullies the ancestors, the Taoist hearts in the middle, and the conscience in the lower part. Such people can actually practice Taoism.

"Bang!" Ying Song slapped Hua Qiu hard. After all, he was an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years. How could he not know about Hua Qiu's methods? Although he had done a lot of things to kill people and treasures on Shushan, and they were all under the banner of justice, he had to be absolutely sure to do this. Or the other party is also a well-known devil, so he would be labeled as a big hat by himself. But at present, the other party's strength does not even know himself, so how can he start easily. Cultivators have endless years and generally do not make enemies easily. Once they make enemies, they will never die. God knows when his enemies will slap him.

"I am not good at education, so I am making fellow Taoists laugh." Ying Song smiled and inadvertently glanced at Fang Zhende Tower and said, "Not long ago, when the old Taoist master Xianyun was in the capital, the leader of the Wang family, cried and told me that the fellow Taoists killed his grandson. The master thought that as a senior master, how could a fellow Taoist kill a secular person? He ignored it, but seeing the suffering of the Wang family, I had no choice but to ask and want to understand clearly." His tone was very kind, but in his words, it was soft and hard, as if he was afraid that Fang Chen would not know that his master Xianyun knew about this. It seemed that Fang Chen didn't know that Shushan was powerful.

Fang Chen smiled coldly in his heart, but said, "Oh, when I went to Tengchong that day, there was a person with a supernatural power and a person who was with the same Taoist. If he failed, he would come to assassinate me with a space-based supernatural power. Haha, I am not a person who is easy to mess with, so I just deal with it. I thought that since they are supernatural powers, they are naturally not considered secular people, let alone he came to mess with me. During the heavenly disaster, this cause and effect naturally cannot be considered as being on the head of my head. But I forgot who is the man's name."

Ying Song's expression changed slightly when he heard this. Unexpectedly, Fang Chen was so eloquent and said without missing a word. The psychics were naturally not a secular person, nor did they violate the unspoken rules that cultivators were not allowed to kill secular people without authorization. It was Wang Shan who got involved with him and joked that the guy in front of him who didn't even know his ability served a psychic person. How could such a good thing happen? In the end, he overestimated his ability and wanted to assassinate him. He really didn't know how the word "death" was written.

"Hmph, don't think that just quibbling can get rid of the relationship." Hua Qiu's face looked ferocious. No matter what the other party was, he only knew that he had a master on the side and Shushan on his back, and washed away his humiliation first.

"Oh! The gate of Shushan is so majestic!" A soft voice came over, and a gust of demonic wind flew over in an instant.

"Huh!" Fang Chen frowned.

"Which demon?" Ying Song's face changed drastically. "Fellow Taoist is full of sages, and the fairy spirit is like a Taoist, how can you join the demon?" The demon is flying in the clouds and fog, and the clouds and fog are all black, with a faint fishy smell or evil spirit; the demon is flying in the wind, and the wind is weird, with a faint sound of howling. Ying Song is at the gate of Shushan, so he can naturally tell that the other party is a monster or a human.

"Master, what the disciple said is right! He is really a monster." Hua Qiu looked overjoyed, and he finally got the opportunity.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord." Although Fang Chen had no arguments of good and evil, only good and evil, he thought he was a monster, but he was displeased. As soon as the slogan came out, a golden light burst out from behind his head, and the demon-suppressing tower in his hand hit the source of the sound.

"Golden Light of Merit?"

"Golden Light of Merit?"

However, it was the panicked tone of the old Taoist Yingsong and the fairy in the dark, but when you listen carefully, there was still a hint of surprise in the latter.

"Take mercy on the real man." A cry came over. Fang Chen felt that the Demon-Suppressing Tower was blocked by a soft force for a while. He saw that the other party had no malice, and he just had a random blow. He did not think about killing demons and eliminating demons. The Demon-Suppressing Tower did not fall down, and fell back with a random move.

I saw a figure falling before Fang Chen, and Yingying bowed: "The Fox Clan leader, the Nine Demons of Fox, pay homage to the real person."

Fang Chen glanced at Ying Song, and saw that his face was calm and he could not see any thoughts at all. He immediately sacrificed the fiery red gourd, and the fiery red light protected him firmly. He asked, "Get up and talk."

"Xie Zhenren." The Fox Jiude stood up, but he still didn't dare to approach Fang Chen. He just stood a few meters away, looking pretty and delicate. He looked at the few disciples who were slightly less erect in Shushan, and a hint of heat appeared in his eyes.
Chapter completed!