Seeing that there was no chance to steal the blood spirit pills, Fang Chen turned around and left.

The other party is a second-turn scattered immortal, carrying the scattered sand with him, and putting the blood spirit divine pills inside. Unless Shi Long and others are promoted to the second-turn scattered, it would be a fantasy to steal the blood spirit divine pills from Taoist Master Yun Ding.

Fang Chen had just left the house and had not yet walked away, he saw a stream of light sinking into the quiet room where Taoist Yunding was. Then Taoist Yunding immediately left the quiet room and flew towards the distance.

Fang Chen's expression moved and he moved to follow.

Wandao Tower, reception hall.

There were several figures sitting here, one of them was the owner of Wandaolou, the middle-aged man in blue clothes.

On his left hand, there was an old man with a gloomy face, and his breath was not as weak as that of middle-aged man in blue shirt.

In addition to this old man, there is a group of people in the hall, but this group of people has a special identity.

There are two second-turned immortals and four first-turned immortals, but they did not sit down, but stood behind a woman with an arrogant expression.

A woman’s cultivation is not high, she is just aligning with the Tao.

The middle-aged man in blue shirt glanced at the woman and waited for others, and his eyes fell on the old man:

"Senior brother, why did you come here from afar this time?"

The old man snorted coldly, "What else can it be for?"

The middle-aged man in green shirt suddenly looked and smiled, "Senior brother, don't be anxious. This time the Blood Spirit Divine Pill has been collected, and I have ordered someone to send it."

"Junior brother, how long do you want to hide it from me?"

The old man suddenly said, "Do you think I went there personally for those Blood Spirit Divine Pills?"

"Why is that?"

The middle-aged man in blue shirt was a little surprised.

"How long do you think you can hide the matter of the Cold Narcissus Flame?"

The old man said coldly.

Yun Ding, who happened to walk into the hall, almost staggered when he heard this. He came to the middle-aged man in Qingshan with a respectful expression and took out bottles of blood spirit pills from the sand of the worm.

"This situation... seems to be coming to question."

Fang Chen's eyes moved, and he stood in the shadow, looking at everyone carefully.

The old man seemed to have no weaker cultivation than the owner of Wandao Tower, and his identity was slightly higher. The words just now were obviously a little bit of blame.

As for another batch...

"They are also senior leaders of the Blood Spirit Sect?"

Fang Chen glanced at the group of scattered immortals.

"Senior brother, who told the Han Shui Narcissus Flame...?"

The middle-aged man in green smiled slightly and asked back.

The old man waved his hand: "Don't worry about who told me, why don't you report this big thing to you? Fortunately, I received this news first and concealed this for you. Otherwise, the superior would have been guilty of you, so how could you sit here so freely?"

"For this reason, thank you for your senior brother. There are some immortal crystals here, which are used by my junior brother to leave to honor my senior brother."

The middle-aged man in green clothes took out a jade box and handed it to the old man.

From his expression, there was no sign of joy or anger.

But Taoist Master Yunding knew that the poster of his home must be very angry. The news here was leaked privately, indicating that someone had released some spies here.

"I'm not here for you, these fairy crystals. Forget it, I'll introduce you to it."

The old man waved his hand and did not take the jade box handed to him by the middle-aged man in the blue shirt, but smiled and introduced the origin of the woman to him:

"This is Mrs. Su Ya, Madam, this is what I mentioned to you before, my junior brother Song Zhili."

"I have met Mrs. Su Ya below."

Song Zhili hugged her fists and did not get up.

Mrs. Su Ya nodded arrogantly: "I heard your senior brother mention you. He said you can help my husband. I wonder if this is true?"

Song Zhili smiled slightly, "I don't know that the wife's husband is..."

"Junior brother, Mrs. Su Ya's husband, is a true immortal."

The old man suddenly spoke.

Song Zhili's expression suddenly changed, and she subconsciously stood up, looking at Mrs. Su Ya's gaze with a hint of surprise.

The same is true for Taoist Master Yun Ding, as if the word "true immortal" in their hearts was like a mountain.

"There are real immortals in this world?"

Fang Chen's expression was a little strange.

I thought the other party was also a monk of the Spirit God Sect. In this way, the power represented by this Lady Su Ya is not the Spirit God Sect.

Seeing Song Zhili's expression in this way, Mrs. Su Ya showed a faint smile on her face, as if she had a premonition:

"Your Excellency doesn't need to be so shocked. This time I specially ordered me to go there just to ask you to help me a little.

If this matter can be accomplished, you may have the opportunity to meet my husband."

"Madam, please say that if you can help me, you will naturally not refuse."

Song Zhili bowed.

"Actually, it's simple. My husband has been practicing a fairy technique recently and needs to sacrifice an anomaly."

Mrs. Su Ya chuckled and said, "But it is hard to find any abnormalities in the world, and it is also elusive. Therefore, this magic has been delayed for a few years until I heard from your senior brother that there have been abnormalities in the land under your jurisdiction?"

"Obnormal?"

Fang Chen suddenly had a bad premonition.

He seemed to have never heard of any anomalies on the Creation Star.

The anomaly pointed by the other party is likely to be related to Master Yunhe and the old man.

"Abnormal number..."

Song Zhili nodded gently: "It's not here, but in a remote place called Tuxiongxing, where an abnormal number does occur."

Mrs. Su Ya's eyes lit up and she glanced at the old man.

The old man cleared his throat and said to Song Zhili: "Junior brother, just do a favor and use some means to force this abnormal number out. After all, this is your place, and Mrs. Su Ya also knows the rules I teach, so she came here to tell you in person."

"I teach the rules of conduct and shouldn't have shown up in public, after all, I will get involved in cause and effect..."

Song Zhili pondered.

The old man and Mrs. Su Ya's expression suddenly sank.

"But... if you can serve the true immortal, it will be considered a blessing. I would like to ask, does that husband, Mrs., come from the small immortal world?"

Song Zhili's eyes were shining brightly, staring at Mrs. Su Ya.

Seeing that she did not refuse directly, Mrs. Su Ya suddenly showed a smile on her face and nodded slightly:

"good."

"What benefits can you get from this matter?"

Song Dynasty rituals.

The conditions began to be negotiated, which showed that the matter was halfway through, and Mrs. Su Ya's face became more and more rosy:

"If things are done, my husband can help you to advance to the fourth level. You should know that the immortal essence of the true immortal is far more pure than that of you scattered immortals."

Song Zhili looked shocked, but he didn't expect that the conditions offered by the other party were so generous.

Help him get promoted to the fourth round?

If someone else had said this, he would have long become a ghost under his palm, but the other party came from the small fairy world, and this promise was still a bit credible.

"Madam, don't worry, I know what to do."

Song Zhili bowed.

"This is the Great Movement Immortal Talisman. When you force out that anomaly, you can crush this Talisman. My husband will appear, and the next thing has nothing to do with you."

Mrs. Su Ya handed Song Zhili a talisman, then smiled softly, and the next moment, the group was covered by a white light and disappeared in an instant.
Chapter completed!