Fang Chen nodded gently: "I have seen a Nascent Soul monk named Du Fei."

"Elder Du Fei!?"

The monks looked at each other.

Du Fei has been missing for many years, but he didn't expect that the other party had seen him. They all thought Du Fei was dead outside.

Du Huiru looked nervous and stepped forward a few steps: "I don't know where my brother is!"

"This...it's better to go in and talk about it."

Fang Chen smiled.

Du Huiru showed a hint of apology: "My fellow Taoist is right, he is rude."

Fang Chen followed Du Huiru to the living room of Xuanguan Gate. After all the tea and snacks were served, Du Huiru couldn't help asking again, and said that if there was news of Du Fei's whereabouts, she would be willing to take out three thousand low-grade spirit stones.

"Fellow Daoist Du, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. Fellow Daoist Du Fei has already transformed into a place, and all he sees is his corpse."

Fang Chen put down the teacup and said softly.

"Sitting!?"

Du Huiru was slightly stunned, then shook her head repeatedly: "This is absolutely impossible. My brother is a Nascent Soul monk and has many years of life. How could he easily sit and transform into a state of transformation?"

Fang Chen didn't say anything, and Du Huiru's face gradually became ugly when she saw this, until Fang Chen took out a corpse and a stone slab.

Du Fei once wrote his last words on the stone slab. Fang Chen thought that if he wanted to send his body back in the future, it would be easier to explain the reason for these last words, so he dug it down and took it away.

Du Huiru looked at the corpse expressionlessly, then looked at the handwriting on the stone slab, and her face suddenly changed.

Lost, pain, anger, and various emotions were intertwined and flashed in her eyes. After a few breaths, she took a deep breath and said lightly to Fang Chen:

"This is not my brother. It seems that you have recognized the wrong person. If nothing else, please leave."

Fang Chen looked at her quietly and suddenly smiled: "You have any hidden secrets, but it's okay. Since I sent Du Fei's corpse today, I am not afraid of any danger here."

"The words on this stone slab are all nonsense. The great elder of my sect is now a great perfection in the body and is the most outstanding monk in Xuanguan Sect in nearly a thousand years."

Du Huiru said in a deep voice: "All the contents on the stone slabs are slandering the Great Elder. If you don't leave at this moment, you are afraid that you will not be able to leave in a while."

"Madam, I heard that there is a distinguished guest coming? It seems that he still knows your brother?"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man walked into the living room with a group of monks and looked at Du Huiru and Fang Chen with a smile.

"This is my husband. You just said that you admire the elder of my school, and that is his father."

Du Huiru introduced the identity of the visitor to Fang Chen, and then smiled at the middle-aged man:

"It's a misunderstanding. This fellow Taoist still has important things and is planning to leave."

The corpse and stone slabs were already taken away by Du Huiru immediately.

Her actions are already very obvious now, and as long as she is not a fool, she can see the clues.

"Leave? The way of hospitality in our Xuanguan Sect is not like this. If it is spread, how do outsiders think of us?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Even if it's a misunderstanding, since he's here, please stay for a few days and let's have some good hospitality."

He looked at Fang Chen with gentle eyes: "Unless fellow Taoists dare not... stay here for some reason."

Du Huiru suddenly found that outside the living room was surrounded by monks, and a panic flashed in her eyes.

"The wise man doesn't say secret words. I am here today. In addition to sending Du Fei's corpse back to Xuanguan Sect, I also plan to meet the great elder in his mouth."

Fang Chen picked up the teacup and took a sip, "There is no need to mobilize people like this, I'm the only one."

"Du Fei's corpse?"

The monks behind the middle-aged man looked at each other in surprise.

"So, Du Fei has been missing for so many years and died at your hands?"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly and grabbed Du Huiru: "Madam, you are so confused. Please ask such a vicious person to get into the door. If you hurt your bloodline in your abdomen, what should you do?"

Fang Chen suddenly realized and looked at Du Huiru's lower abdomen and indeed saw a small group of lives gathering.

No wonder Du Huiru's reaction was so strange.

"Your father is a cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect. Now, looking at your attitude, you should be a cultivator of the Blood Spirit Sect, right?"

Fang Chen said lightly: "Go and call him. If you have the next step, you are not qualified to speak for the time being with your cultivation level."

The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed, and he stared at Fang Chen with vigilance.

But the monks behind him seemed a little confused.

They knew the existence of the Blood Spirit Sect, but they never thought that Xuanguan Sect would have anything to do with the Blood Spirit Sect?

"You want to see me, I'm here."

A figure slowly walked into the living room.

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly bowed.

The human body is tall and strolls, and although it has silver hair, it looks energetic, but its eyes are a little gloomy.

He looked at Fang Chen lightly: "Where is Du Fei's corpse? Take it out and take a look."

"There is nothing good to look at. You are indeed out of the body and perfect. I think you have prepared the liquid for concentrating your mind."

Fang Chen smiled.

"Liquid of Concentration?"

Seeing that the other party mentioned this object, the eldest elder of Xuanguan Sect was stunned and then stared at Fang Chen:

"Who are you?"

He thought Du Fei had left some tricks to attract this person, but the other party mentioned the liquid of concentration, which shows that the other party's purpose of coming here was not that simple.

"Father, don't talk nonsense to him. He dares to slander you as a monk of the Blood Spirit Cult, which means that this person is an enemy but not a friend."

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Just take action to remove it."

"I can't see through his cultivation."

The voice of the elder of Xuanguanmen sounded in the middle-aged man's ears.

The middle-aged man was stunned. His father was out of the body and could not see through the other party's cultivation?

"I want to buy the concentrating liquid in your hand. I will leave after getting this thing. What do you think?"

Fang Chen smiled faintly.

"Buy my concentrating liquid? Do you know that this thing is a must-have item for out-of-body promotion and distraction?"

The elder of Xuanguan Sect breathed a sigh of relief. Since the other party had such a purpose, it was not the group of spiritual-killing cultivators.

As long as you make a fool of yourself, you can deal with this matter.

"Of course I know, otherwise what would I do if I bought it? Now I have some on hand, and only a little bit is missing, so I can get the liquid for concentration needed for promotion."

Fang Chen nodded with a smile.

Du Huiru's eyes were a little confused. Why did the person in front of her come?

Did he just bring back her brother's corpse?

"The concentrating liquid is very expensive. I don't have much on hand. If you really need it in urgent need, you can also give it up a little. I just don't know what you plan to buy it."

The great elder of Xuanguan Sect said lightly.

"Use your life."

Everyone just saw a flash of sword light, and the elder of Xuanguan Sect knelt down in front of Fang Chen, his head slowly sagging, and blood mixed with pink and white paste, drop by drop.

The monks present stood still and stared at the scene blankly. Even if Fang Chen got up and took away the storage ring on the Great Elder of Xuanguan Sect, no one dared to move.
Chapter completed!