After the cup of tea, eight out-of-body sword cultivators who were fighting against Kunlun Sword Sect had died, leaving only the last one.

He watched his cousin die tragically on the spot. Even though he had been practicing for many years and was born in Kunlun Sword Sect, his heart was filled with fear like a wave.

Fear soon invaded his whole body, making him reluctant to step out of the challenge, but looked at Wu Fenghua like help.

Wu Fenghua's eyes closed slightly and said lightly:

"Go and fight."

He looked at Fang Chen in despair. He had just taken one step and was killed by a sword. His soul walked out in a daze and saw the souls of eight other cousins ​​who had lived.

The monks from all sides saw this scene through the Xuantian Mirror, and even the whispers disappeared, with complex colors in their eyes.

As powerful as the Kunlun Sword Sect, the same level it cultivated seemed as vulnerable as an ant in front of Fang Chen.

Other monks were fine, but they were shocked and warned themselves not to provoke such enemies.

Some cultivators who are out of their bodies are really uncomfortable after seeing the out of their bodies sword cultivator Yu Fang Chen of Kunlun Sword Sect, they are really uncomfortable. If they face the challenge, wouldn’t it be even more unbearable?

Fang Chen frowned slightly.

This time, the major sword sects, including the Kunlun Sword Sect, seemed to have less resistance than he imagined.

If he followed his previous thoughts, it might be difficult to get promoted and leave his body after completing the path of asking for swords.

"Congratulations, Wang Zhenlong, you Fang Jian is well deserved to be the leader of a sect."

Wu Fenghua bowed his hands without laughing, and then ordered people to collect the corpse, while asking Wang Zhenlong and others to enter the Kunlun Sword Sect.

"Since we have finished our journey to ask about swords, we should go back to Zhongzhou, so we won't stay here."

Wang Zhenlong smiled and rejected Wu Fenghua's invitation.

"It's not that I want you to come in and sit, it's that the ancestor wants you to sit."

Wu Fenghua said lightly: "You may not give me my face, but do you dare not give me the ancestor's face?"

Everyone was slightly surprised. The leader of the emperor list, Li Changsheng, wanted to invite them in and sit down?

What is the other party’s purpose? Zhang Ling and others looked at Wang Zhenlong one after another.

Wang Zhenlong pondered for a few breaths, Zhan Yan smiled: "Then let's sit down."

Wu Fenghua led the way with a cold face, led everyone into Kunlun Sword Sect, and finally came to a quiet courtyard where a middle-aged man seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Wu Fenghua stopped immediately and bowed to the middle-aged man with a fist and said, "Old ancestor, I have brought it."

"Wang Zhenlong and Fang Chen stay, you can take the rest of the people to the living room for a seat."

The middle-aged man said lightly.

Wu Fenghua nodded slightly and was about to take Zhang Ling and others away, but they still looked at Wang Zhenlong first, and saw him nodding, and then followed Wu Fenghua away from the courtyard with a serious look on his face.

The middle-aged man just now should be Li Changsheng, the leader of the imperial list. This was the first time they had such a close contact with such an existence. Although it was just a glance, it was enough to feel turbulent.

Wang Zhenlong looked at the middle-aged man and suddenly smiled and hugged his fists: "Zhenlong has seen Li Jianxian."

"I'm just a swordsman, I can't be considered a sword immortal."

The middle-aged man smiled faintly.

"Old Ancestor Li is so modest."

Wang Zhenlong smiled slightly, "I wonder if the ancestor Li will leave me to wait, what advice can I give?"

"Have the nine sword cultivators surnamed Wu just now been relieved of your anger?"

Li Changsheng said lightly.

Wang Zhenlong had actually guessed it, but he didn't expect the other party to speak out straight to the point. Not only did he not breathe a sigh of relief, but he became more and more serious.

The other party is a dignified ancestor, why should he care about the evil spirit of his mere Xuanxian?

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon!

"Old Ancestor Li, don't know what this means?"

Wang Zhenlong said softly.

"Li Jingnian must have told you that he and I had traveled in Prison Wind."

Li Changsheng said lightly.

Prison wind?

Fang Chen remained silent, and the other party suddenly mentioned what happened to the Prison Wind?

Could it be that the Kunlun Sword Sect is so strange this time that it has something to do with the side of Qin Feng?

Wang Zhenlong glanced at Fang Chen, then nodded slightly: "The old sword immortal did say that he said that the strong people in the earth emerged, and even the ancestors of the sect were not invincible."

"He said this is right. After a turn, the scattered immortals are not invincible in that realm."

Li Changsheng nodded gently.

"Old Master Li, I don't know what this matter has to do with this moment?"

Wang Zhenlong hugged his fists and said, "Please ask Old Ancestor Li to get straight to the point, don't keep it in hiding again."

"There is one thing that few people know about. In the eyes of a great figure in the Prison Wind Realm, Zhongzhou, Emperor Tian, ​​and Beidou belong to him.

Now, this big man is going to make a bet with another person, and the bets are about Zhongzhou, Ditian, and Beidou.

If he loses, the three places will change their ownership, and then all the monks in the three places will be exiled, and only a small number will be allowed to stay on the original site."

Li Changshengdao.

The amount of information in his words made Wang Zhenlong, who had been mentally prepared, stunned for more than ten days.

Even Fang Chen was a little shocked.

On the side of Prison Wind, someone used Zhongzhou, Ditian, and Beidou to make a bet?

"Just, the three realms of the Zhongzhou Emperor Tian Beidou have never had any masters. Even if they are as strong as the ancestor Li, they cannot make the entire Emperor Tian bow down and submit to the surrender."

Wang Zhenlong said coldly: "What does Old Ancestor Li mean by this?!"

"It is indeed the case in your eyes, but it is not the case in others' eyes. If it weren't for this, would you think that there wouldn't be any monks looking at the three places over the years?

My strength is indeed not enough to command the entire Emperor Tian, ​​nor is it enough to command Zhongzhou, Beidou, your Zhongzhou and the scattered immortals on Beidou join forces, I may not be able to win, but...

The big man I am talking about only takes a moment to deal with an existence like me.”

Li Changsheng smiled self-deprecatingly.

Wang Zhenlong's expression became very ugly. He didn't want to believe it, but reason told him that the other party had no reason to deceive him. He was just Xuanxian, and he was not worthy of the trick of this ancestor.

"Old Master Li, what's going on? What's that bet?"

Wang Zhenlong looked solemn.

"The Prison Wind has a burial sword ladder. The two bigwigs' bet is to see who can walk to the end of the sword cultivator."

Li Changsheng smiled, "This time, there will be ten people in total in the three places. I have decided to choose Beidou and Kunlun, and you are the ones that are not allowed to be the Zhongzhou."

"We sword cultivators have become bargaining chips in other people's bets in Prison Wind?"

Wang Zhenlong looked silent.

Li Changsheng nodded softly: "Don't really think that our sword cultivators are invincible in the world. The life span of ours is only half of them, or even shorter. Outside the three places, the sword cultivators' situation is much more difficult than you think. We... can only be regarded as thugs."

Wang Zhenlong's expression was a little pale. He finally recalled why the old sword immortal looked so complicated when he talked about Prisoning Wind. This may be the reason.

"The more you reach the end, the harder it is to walk on the sword cultivator. If you want to survive in the cracks, you have to be able to get along with everything. Your old sword immortal is unwilling to bow his head, so you waste your time in Zhongzhou and have been slow to be promoted to the ancestor of the religion."

Li Changsheng smiled, "I'm different. Some dignity is nothing, so I became the ancestor of the church."

“…”

Wang Zhenlong vaguely understood something and said with a complicated expression: "Old Ancestor Li, who do you like the Xuxian Sword Sect? Tell me directly."
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