Fang Chen listened for a while and saw Qin Nie, Qi Fa and others starting to talk about other things, and then he came back to his senses.

Although Qin Nie did not reveal much information this time, his general plan can be seen from the side.

Nowadays, many powerful people in the Cang Dao Mansion probably feel that the Xianqin Tribe and the Langya Tribe will definitely go to war, but the fight will only last three to five days before the result is achieved.

"Prince Fang, let's have some tea."

When Li Daoye saw Fang Chen moving, he poured him a cup of tea.

The two of them were also in a teahouse at the moment, more than a hundred feet away from Qin Nie and others.

"Prince Fang, do you think this Hua Qianchi is a Blood Spirit Cult monk?"

Li Daoye waited for Fang Chen to finish drinking tea and asked impatiently, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Why don't you do the math using the Star Movement technique?"

Fang Chen smiled.

A look of embarrassment appeared on Daoye Li's face: "Isn't this too expensive? It's okay to calculate some illusory things. If you really want to calculate such accurate news, it will take at least fifty years of my life."

After a pause, Master Li asked out of curiosity: "Prince Fang, do you think there are any Blood Spirit Cult monks in the Qin family besides Qin Nie? Is that Qifa also a Blood Spirit Cult monk?"

Fang Chen didn't say anything, just looked at Mr. Li lightly.

A wry smile appeared on Daoye Li's face: "Ever since I saw the methods of the Blood Spirit Cult monks, everyone I have seen in these years looks like a Blood Spirit Cult monk."

"As long as you swallow the Blood Spirit Pill, you can increase your cultivation level and even ignore bottlenecks."

Fang Chen said softly: "This kind of temptation is simply difficult for ordinary monks to resist, so your idea is right. Maybe Blood Spirit Cult monks are really everywhere."

"hiss--"

Mr. Li Daoye took a breath of cold air, "Is this okay? Do those big shots really just don't care?"

Fang Chen thought of the Lingzhan Division and said with a smile: "It's not that I don't care, it's that it's not easy to manage. First of all, you have to be able to tell who the Blood Spirit Sect monk is.

The exercises they practice are so diverse that they cannot be distinguished by their aura, which is a headache even for those big shots."

"That's true..."

Li Daoye was thoughtful.

At this moment, an angry shout suddenly came from outside.

"Who dares to humiliate my disciple of Jiuyang Dao Sect like this! Get out!"

There are more than ten figures standing in the sky, the leader is wearing a black Taoist robe. Although the aura on his body is vague, the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment present can feel a strong sense of oppression.

"Isn't this Protector Zhao of Jiuyang Dao Sect?"

"Guardian Zhao has a strong temper, and that monk from the Daqian Dao Sect will be in bad luck."

"I heard that the ancestors of the Great Qian Dao Sect were only in the early stage of the Golden Core. Protector Zhao was promoted to the late stage of the Golden Core a few years ago, right? In the future, nine out of ten people will be elders."

In the tea house, Qin Nie looked at the visitor with a faint smile on his face, and said to Qin Xuan and others:

"There are more than a hundred guardians in Jiuyang Dao Sect. Guardian Zhao's strength cannot be said to be top among them, but he alone can easily destroy the Thousand Dao Sects."

Qin Xuan and others all showed smiles.

"Zhao... protector..."

Hua Qianchi finally opened his eyes, looking slightly excited.

He just pretended to be dizzy just now because he wanted to wait for the experts from Jiuyang Dao Sect to come over.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. I heard someone said that the person who took action was a monk from the Daqian Dao Sect? Haha, it seems that the Daqian Dao Sect is itchy and wants to start a war with our Jiuyang Dao Sect."

Protector Zhao sneered, then stepped forward and grabbed the metal rope on Hua Qianchi's body and pulled hard.

Um!?

Protector Zhao was a little surprised. He couldn't pull the metal rope?

"I don't believe it!"

Protector Zhao sneered and used his flying sword to slash at the metal rope on the spot.

The flying sword in his hand has a strong aura and has seventy-two soul marks.

The sword slashed down and flames flew everywhere, and there was only a click sound. The flying sword in Protector Zhao's hand suddenly shattered, and the fragments pierced the spiritual barrier on Hua Qianchi's body, leaving a bloody gash on his face.

Xianyuanfang became extremely quiet for a while.

Qin Nie's face darkened, and his eyes gradually became serious. Is the golden rope a spell or a magic weapon?

If it's a magic spell, there's no reason why even Protector Zhao can't break it.

If it is a magic weapon, the other party is just building a foundation, and this magic weapon is at least a top-grade yellow-level magic weapon. How can the other party activate it?

It took about a while, but no matter how Protector Zhao used various methods, the golden rope on Hua Qianchi could not be broken.

Hua Qianchi finally couldn't help but remind him: "Guardian Zhao, first find the monk from the Daqian Dao Sect."

"right!"

Protector Zhao nodded immediately and glanced at the people below with cold eyes: "Mouse from the Great Thousand Doors Sect, stop hiding. If you don't come out on your own, I will take someone to your Great Thousand Doors Sect when I have time."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless golden ropes suddenly appeared in the void. In just an instant, Protector Zhao and the disciples he brought were all imprisoned on the spot and hung beside Hua Qianchi.

Protector Zhao was shocked and angry, and immediately mobilized his spiritual power to try to break free, but he found that the more he struggled, the tighter the golden rope became!

If they continue, they will probably be quartered on the spot with golden ropes!

"Even the protector of Jiuyang Dao Sect was tied up?"

When the monks from all walks of life saw this scene, their expressions were very strange.

Many people showed signs of gloating over the misfortune. These people were also wearing Taoist robes and were obviously members of the Taoist sect.

Teahouse.

"I said...this guy really belongs to the Great Thousand Dao Sect? What kind of Dao Dao technique is this?"

Qi Fa looked at Qin Nie with a strange expression: "You Qin family are also from the Taoist sect, so you should recognize them, right?"

Qin Nie looked solemn and shook his head slowly.

A disciple of the Qin family whispered: "Could it be the Immortal Binding Rope? I heard that some of the top Taoist sects in the world have this inheritance."

"This guy named Fang turns out to be so strong..."

Qin Xuan murmured to himself.

Protector Zhao was in the late stage of the Golden Elixir, and he would be tied up as soon as he was told. The other party's method was at least equivalent to the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir.

Could it be that the other party was concealing his cultivation level from beginning to end? The aura in the early stage of foundation building was just an illusion?

Someone made the same guess as Qin Xuan and put forward his own guess. Qin Nie nodded thoughtfully:

"It seems that he is indeed hiding his cultivation. I heard that this person is quite senior in the Daqian Dao Sect, one generation higher than Pei Qingfeng."

"Who is Pei Qingfeng?"

Qifa asked casually.

"The ancestor of the Great Thousand Dao Sect, the early stage of the Golden Core."

After Qin Nie finished speaking, his eyes fell on Protector Zhao and others again, and Fang Chen's figure appeared in his mind.

There's something wrong with this person.

A messenger talisman quietly burned in his sleeve.

…

Hua Qianchi looked at Protector Zhao, who was tied up like himself, and couldn't make a sound for a long time.

Protector Zhao was still cursing at this moment, until the golden rope was whipped hundreds of times in his mouth, and he finally closed his mouth in a daze.

Li Daoye looked at this scene through the window, with a trace of worry on his face:

"Prince Fang, you don't really want to get involved with Jiuyang Dao Sect, do you?"

"The heat is not enough. If you want to know what the opponent's trump cards are, you have to completely piss them off."

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

Master Li sighed inwardly, fearing that the other party would reveal their trump card and crush them to death...

"No, I have to calculate the good and bad luck."
Chapter completed!