"Call your colleagues over."

Fang Chen said calmly.

Chen Sheng's expression suddenly changed.

Is the other party asking him to betray the Blood Spirit Cult?

"Your Excellency, there is no contact between our colleagues. Any tasks we have on weekdays are also ordered by our superiors..."

Chen Sheng forced a smile on his face.

"This is your only chance to survive, so cherish it."

Fang Chen frowned slightly.

"Betraying the Blood Spirit Cult...I won't survive."

Chen Sheng muttered.

"You have to seize opportunities by yourself. The world of cultivation is so big. How can the Blood Spirit Religion find you if you really want to hide?"

Fang Chen: "I'll give you ten breaths to think about it carefully."

"Master, you can't be fooled by him!"

The female cultivator next to Chen Sheng suddenly said: "If you betray our religion, Qinglong Zhan will not let you go. No matter where you escape, you will be found and killed!"

"I know……"

Chen Sheng nodded slightly, and then punched the female cultivator in the heart.

"Sir, you..."

The female cultivator's face was filled with astonishment, and the vitality in her eyes gradually dimmed.

"Tell the truth."

Chen Sheng withdrew his fist, wiped it gently, and looked at Fang Chen: "I am a monk halfway, so I am a little different from those Blood Spirit Cult monks. I was coerced and induced to join them. I don't understand a word of the big principles they said.

I don’t even believe it.”

After a pause, Chen Sheng looked at the two corpses of female cultivators: "These two women are also arranged by my boss to be by my side. Even though they are usually obedient to me, whenever there is any trouble, they will notify me immediately.

boss."

Lao Wang and others were too frightened to raise their heads, lowering their heads and trembling.

Chen Sheng had already killed two of his confidants, and they were afraid that they would also be silenced.

"Sir, in fact, most of the low-grade spiritual stones I earned over the years have been shared by my boss.

As far as I know, he has about six or seven golden elixirs in charge."

Chen Sheng said: "I'll call my boss here, and then I'll call those few golden elixirs here. I wonder if they can exchange my life?"

"How long will it take for them to arrive?"

Fang Chen said calmly.

"It will take a year and a half at the fastest."

Chen Sheng muttered.

"A year and a half?"

Fang Chen frowned slightly. He didn't have time to waste on this. He thought about it and said:

"What are their surnames, where do they live, and what are their cultivation levels? Tell them every word without missing a word."

"If I do this, can you really let me go?"

Chen Sheng muttered.

"If there is a chance, how will you know if you don't fight for it?"

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

A quarter of an hour later, Fang Chen learned seven information clues from Chen Sheng's mouth, and he directly passed these clues to Zhan Lingsi.

Moreover, the authenticity of the roll call was not certain, so the monks from the Soul-Slaying Division could verify it themselves.

Even if there are one or two trap messages here, I think the experienced monks from the Soul-Slaying Department will be able to deal with this situation.

After doing all this, Fang Chen looked at Chen Sheng: "I'm sorry, you didn't get the chance."

"you……"

Just as Chen Sheng was about to explode, he was killed by a flash of sword light.

After more than ten breaths, Fang Chen straightened his clothes and turned around to leave the tea room.

After wandering around for another hour, Fang Chen returned to the building.

Although this port is a mixed bag of fish and dragons, with monks from all over the place, there are no yellow-level magic weapons for sale today.

After about half a day's work, the ship was ready to set sail.

Someone discovered that Chen Sheng had not yet boarded the ship, so he informed the monk surnamed Zhou of the news.

"Chen Sheng can't even remember the sailing time? You still need to trouble me to go there in person!"

The monk surnamed Zhou came to the teahouse with a group of order maintainers on the building and boat, and entered the teahouse with ease.

As soon as I opened the door of the tea room, I smelled a strong smell of blood.

When they saw the scene in front of them clearly, the monk surnamed Zhou and others were stunned.

I saw bloody heads placed on the tea table like a pyramid, and the top one was clearly Chen Sheng's head.

"hiss--"

The monk surnamed Zhou took a breath of cold air and took a few steps back. He subconsciously looked at the people around him:

"That's Chen Sheng!?"

"Okay, it seems that it is indeed Chen Sheng..."

All the monks looked in shock. How could Chen Sheng be killed so quietly!?

The monk surnamed Zhou didn't say anything, and directly took out a communication talisman to burn the flames.

More than ten breaths later, a middle-aged man in green robe slowly walked into the tea room. When he saw Chen Sheng's body separated, his expressionless face also had a trace of emotion.

"Uncle, will Chen Sheng's death involve us?"

The monk surnamed Zhou asked quickly.

The middle-aged man in green robe pondered: "He was killed by his enemy, what does that have to do with us? We don't need to worry about this matter, let's go."

Everyone did not dare to say anything and left together with the middle-aged man in green robe.

After the boat left the port, the teahouse owner felt that something was not right. He led people to the teahouse and said respectfully:

"Senior Chen, your ship seems to have sailed away."

There was no movement inside.

After waiting for a cup of tea, he saw that there was no response at all. The teahouse owner bravely pushed the door open, and saw dozens of pairs of dull eyes staring at him blankly.

The teahouse owner's scalp was numb and he was having cold breath.

Chen Sheng is quite famous on this route, and anyone who knows his details will not dare to offend him easily.

As time goes by, it naturally develops its so-called reputation.

But now this prestigious golden elixir expert has died quietly. If this news spreads, it will definitely cause a sensation among the monks in the entire route.

…

…

Fang Chen lived a very peaceful life during the following period. He did not leave the quiet room for a full year and a half.

In this year and a half, all the spiritual materials for making talismans were exhausted, and there were more than 300 true fire talismans in the storage ring.

The last time he killed Chen Sheng, he gained a lot of money. Chen Sheng and his men had about 40,000 low-grade spiritual stones in total.

Including his own 58,000 low-grade spiritual stones, there are almost 100,000 in them.

When these batches of true fire talismans are released, there will be another hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones.

Xiaojian has already collected the spiritual stones needed to advance to the fourth level. When he arrives at Taichu, he can purchase the best yellow-level magic weapons in this third-level empire to prepare for Xiaojian's promotion.

The third-level sword body allows him to easily deal with golden elixirs only by relying on his foundation-building skills.

If you advance to the fourth-level sword body, you don't have to just think about escaping when you encounter a strong person at the Nascent Soul level.

During this period, Fang Chen contacted Fairy Jade through the Starlight Messenger Talisman every two or three days, but never received a reply.

It is an undeniable fact that something has happened to Fairy Yu. Now we can only wait until he arrives in Zhongzhou Kingdom and go to the Xuxian Sword Sect to find out.

"Why is it so noisy outside?"

Fang Chen suddenly frowned.
To be continued...