"Sword, sword...has it actually been unsheathed?"

"It's so easy, just pull out the helpless ancient sword?"

The crowd was silent.

A pair of complicated and difficult eyes were on Zhao Fang.

Zhao Fang looked as usual, waved the ancient sword casually, and nodded with satisfaction.

"This sword belongs to me!"

He looked at the round young man with a smile on his lips and said calmly.

Zhao Fang had long seen that this round young man was the real person who was in charge, and the evil spirit was just a puppet he pushed to the table.

"no!"

The evil spirit refused flatly.

The round young man stood up long.

A simple action gave Zhao Fang a strong sense of oppression, just like a sleeping lion waking up, making him feel very dangerous. He couldn't help but squint his eyes and took two steps back.

"Switch to another condition. Or, whether it is the sixth-grade top infant elixir, the sixth-grade top immortal weapon, or the sixth-grade top immortal arts."

The round young man had a smile on his face and stood in the original tunnel.

"I want this sword!" Zhao Fang's attitude was firm.

The moment he drew his sword out of the sheath, the sword body not only exuded a powerful sword energy, but also a hidden power to transform the gods. This power is very strong. If it can be obtained, it will be of great benefit to his condensation of the Nascent Soul.

The round young man frowned slightly.

"What? You have to regret the promise you made in public? The Kunwushan monsters are like this and don't believe it, and they go back on their word?"

Zhao Fang narrowed his eyes.

The round young man laughed in silence and said, "This sword is fierce. Your cultivation is too low. If you hold it, you will easily hurt yourself. I was originally for your own good. Since you don't want to, I won't force it."

"That sword and that bottle of infant singling pill are all yours!"

The other party's freedom and unrestrainedness was beyond Zhao Fang's expectations.

He thought that the other party would use some tricks and forcefully leave the ancient sword.

"Um."

After looking at the round young man deeply, Zhao Fang nodded slightly, picked up the infant elixir, turned around and was about to leave.

"What a rude boy." Jing Zhen was a little dissatisfied. "I got such a great benefit, but I didn't even say thank you."

"Haha, the ancient sword I drew with my strength, why do you want to thank you for the benefits I gained by my strength?"

Zhao Fang didn't look back and said something, but he choked the murderer on the spot.

"Little brother, stay." The round young man spoke. "What else do you have?" Zhao Fang stopped and glanced at him.

The other party gives him a feeling of danger. If it is not necessary, he does not want to deal with the other party at all.

"We took a step to talk. There is a teahouse on the street called Tingfeng Shuixie. It is quieter. Let's go there to talk in detail."

"This matter is beneficial to the little brother without any harm!"

As if he was afraid that Zhao Fangxin would be wary and did not dare to go, the round young man added.

Tingfeng Teahouse?

Zhao Fang has never been there.

But I have heard the word "Ting Feng".

Or, I have heard of the name of "Master of Fengyue".

This person has a mysterious identity and a very high cultivation level. It is said that he is comparable to the master of Sanshan. He does not manage sect power, but is very interested in doing business.

It has a wide range of business operations, including immortal tools, elixirs, treasures, teahouses, and even places of elegance and beauty.

The industrial chain is quite complete, spread throughout the mountain and sea world, and is the veritable number one richest man in the mountain and sea world.

Generally, those with the Tingfeng prefix in front of the store are basically the industries under his name.

There is a unique and customary agreement for the owner of Fengyue. No matter what identity, it is not allowed. Fighting within his own industry. Violators will be rejected by all Fengyue masters in the mountain and sea world, and will be robbed by the owner of Fengyue masters. They may even attract the protection of Fengyue masters.

The team's strong man took action and killed him.

Therefore, in the eyes of the great monks, the owner of Fengyue is the best place to shelter.

The Yuanmang Youth proposed to go to Fengshui Pavilion, mainly to reduce Zhao Fang's vigilance.

"good!"

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Fang agreed. He also wanted to know what the real purpose of the round young man's capital and posing for sword drawing formations is.

"Haha, it's refreshing! Please do this!"

The round young man smiled faintly and walked ahead first.

moment.

The group came to a elegant and magnificent building complex.

There are four words written on the plaque of the ethnic group, listening to the Fengshui Pavilion.

After entering with the round young man, he entered a private room under the guidance of the waiter.

It is said to be a private room, but in fact, it is a natural pavilion and tower. Opposite it is a vast lake, with no end to see at a glance.

Not far away, several fairy mountains in the lake were hung upside down with waterfalls, rushing down, with amazing momentum and exuding a strong aura of fairy spirit.

A good place!

Zhao Fang was secretly surprised. The vast ocean hanging upside down looked like a waterfall. In fact, it was the water of immortals condensed by the endless immortal spirit energy. If an ordinary monk could practice under that waterfall, it would be no slower than taking immortal pills.

Moreover, there are a large number of immortal formations around the pavilion, which not only gathers the breath of fairy spirits, but also has a miraculous effect of covering the breath.

"As long as we can produce so much fairy water, Master Fengyue is really rich and powerful!"

He secretly praised him, Zhao Fang looked as usual, sitting opposite the round young man.

Jingzhen stood respectfully next to the round young man and implemented the identity of the butler to the end.

As for the Xuanyin Boy, Baihua Kill, and the two infants transformed into strong men, they were all shocked by the water of the fairy spirit washed down by the waterfall, and they were all stunned.

After waking up, there was a hint of shock in his eyes. He immediately sat cross-legged beside Zhao Fang, began to practice, and absorbed the rich aura of the fairy spirit here.

"Tell me, what's wrong with fellow Taoist?"

Zhao Fang glanced at the round young man and said calmly.

"Fellow Taoist?"

The round young man looked at Zhao Fang strangely.

The expression of Jingzhen was also very strange. When she looked at Zhao Fang, her eyes were filled with surprise and a faint disdain.

"What?" Zhao Fang raised his eyebrows.

"Haha, nothing happened, I just feel that this title is a bit new."

Zhao Fang rolled his eyes. Just a title, what do you think is new?

"My name is Kunyuan. How dare you ask fellow Taoist what you call me?" Yuanrun young man smiled.

"Zhao Fang."

"Haha, it turns out it is fellow Taoist Zhao Fang. Fellow Taoist is young and has seen the threshold of the Nascent Soul, and the future is limitless."

Kun Yuan first praised Zhao Fang, then changed the subject and said, "Fellow Daoist came to Tianqiong Mountain, but to participate in the Three Mountains Herb Collection Ceremony?"

"Fellow Daoist Kunyuan said something, I don't like it. It's cloudy and mountains and mist. Moreover, our time is very precious, so please don't waste it with each other!"

Zhao Fang, who likes straightforwardness, doesn't like Kunyuan's way of talking around. It's obvious that things can be said in one sentence, but it's a dozen nonsense to say ten sentences. This is not idle.

Does it hurt?

"Hey, boy, what's your attitude?"

Zhao Fang's attitude made Mei Zhen extremely dislike and scolded him.

"Is there any part of your words here?" Zhao Fang glanced at him sideways, almost bursting out the fierce true energy. He was about to get angry, but Kun Yuan glanced casually and immediately became silent.
Chapter completed!