Everyone's eyes circulated on Fang Chen and finally fell on Bai Qingming. It was obvious that they were even more afraid of Bai Qingming.

No matter how powerful Fang Chen's methods are, some of them don't need to take them seriously. The gap in cultivation between the two is too big and there is no comparison.

Bai Qingming is different. The sword cultivator of the Hedao period is almost the top among the younger generation. If you regard 800 years old as a boundary, there has not been a young genius under 800 years old to be promoted to pass the tribulation so far.

But with a small group of people, Bai Qingming is one of them.

"Old Master Li, I'll leave these two dolls to you."

Wang Zhenlong hugged his fists.

Li Changsheng looked at Fang Chen and Bai Qingming, and nodded with a smile: "If it goes well, they will be able to return here within three to five years."

"Boy, listen to your senior brother's words on the road. The Land of Prisoner is no better than here. No one can be your backer there except Li Changsheng. However, as a sword cultivator, this person is willing to be a son-in-law. Obviously, he values ​​interests more and may not stand up for you. You have to rely on yourself."

Wang Zhenlong reminded Fang Chen and left.

"Two, take your seat."

Li Changsheng said with a faint smile.

"Brother Fang Chen, here!"

Dongfang Catastrophe quickly waved.

"you?"

Fang Chen was slightly stunned, with a strange expression. Before he could ask, he explained it as soon as he sat down in Dongfang Haojie.

"No wonder the aura on Long Xuan's body gives people a familiar feeling. It turns out that the Dragon Family is a Dragon Blood Family."

Fang Chen suddenly realized in his heart.

"You are all geniuses here, including sword cultivators from Di Tian, ​​sword cultivators from Beidou, and sword cultivators from Zhongzhou."

Li Changsheng spoke slowly.

Everyone looked at Li Changsheng with a slightly solemn expression.

"At this time, all the monks in the world respect the sword cultivator and are in awe. However, in Prison Wind, the sword cultivator's situation is completely opposite to that here.

When you get there, you have to learn to endure."

Li Changsheng said lightly: "The main purpose of this trip is to bury the sword ladder. If you can achieve outstanding results in it, you will have benefits. If you lose, chaos will arise in both the Emperor Tian, ​​the Beidou, and even the Zhongzhou."

"Old Ancestor Li."

A cold-faced woman stood up and clasped her fists: "We have both high and low cultivation. I wonder what the burial sword ladder is like this time?"

"The burial sword ladder, no matter how high the cultivation level is, will turn into a mortal when it enters it."

Li Changsheng smiled faintly and said, "What you are going to compare this time is your sword intent and your sword heart."

"Turn into a mortal?"

Everyone was thinking, and a few of them frowned slightly, as if they had long forgotten what kind of situation they were when they were mortals.

"Everyone, there is no turning back on this trip. I hope you are ready."

Li Changsheng smiled faintly and walked out of the hall.

Everyone looked at each other and stood up to follow.

A figure slowly came to Fang Chen and Bai Qingming. The other party did not say anything, but just glanced at Fang Chen and walked out of the hall.

"You have to be careful with this Yan Kun. This time he suffered a little loss in that immortal ruin. I guess he will hold a grudge against me."

Bai Qingming smiled faintly.

The sword-headed Yankun of Kunlun Sword Sect was met with Fang Chen in Yong'an City.

"Brother Fang Chen, how sure are you about this trip to the Sword Burial Ladder?"

Dongfang Haochao followed Fang Chen step by step. Everyone in this group of people were masters, only he was a small golden elixir and was very nervous.

"No sure."

Fang Chen shook his head gently.

Dongfang Haojie's little face turned pale and he swallowed:

"If I say... I ask for love with that ancestor Li now, can he let me go?"

"You may have to lie down and go out."

Fang Chen smiled.

"Forget it, life and death are fate and wealth are in heaven. Since the ancestor Li is willing to bring me, it means that my identity as a descendant of the Dragon Blood Family is worth a few more money."

Dongfang Haojie gritted his teeth and his eyes became a little firmer.

Li Changsheng had already prepared a fairy boat and waited for everyone to get on the fairy boat one after another. He waved his sleeves, and the mighty spiritual power swept out immediately. He held the fairy boat and turned into a lightning bolt and disappeared into the sky.

Di Tian and Beidou's sword cultivators seemed to be quite familiar with each other. They gathered together and didn't know what to talk about. They treated Yan Kun quite respectfully. As long as Yan Kun spoke, the rest would stop talking.

"I'll go to sleep, and I'll call me."

Bai Qingming waved his hands to Fang Chen and the others, turned around and left.

"Brother Fang Chen, I just heard from the ancestor Li that your sword cultivator's situation in the Prisoner of Wind is completely different from that here. Isn't that too strange?"

Dongfang Haojie whispered: "The attacking power of the sword cultivator is obvious to all, how can he be despised?"

"Did you forget? The sword cultivator's life span is only half of yours."

Fang Chen smiled and said, "So, how many sword cultivators can reach the realm of the Immortal King with only half of your life span? Not to mention the realm of the ancestors of the sect.

The old sword immortal of the Xuxian Sword Sect was not the ancestor of the sect.”

Dongfang Haojie was slightly stunned, and after thinking about it carefully, he gradually realized it in his heart.

"Fang Jianshou, I heard that you are in the out-of-body stage now? I hope you will be promoted to the distraction quickly. On that day, you and me will be able to fight a sword."

A young man walked up to Fang Chen and said with a smile.

The sword cultivator not far away suddenly stopped talking and watched here.

Fang Chen glanced at the young man and smiled and said, "What's the name?"

"Tianji Sword Sect, Bai Lingyue."

The young man smiled faintly.

"Oh, it's Tianji Sword Sect..."

Fang Chen suddenly realized.

This is the sword sect on the Beidou side, and it is also the fifth sword cultivator sect he went to when he stepped into the Beidou earth world on the road of asking for swords.

At that time, three sword cultivators died when Tianji Sword Sect gave in and closed the mountain for ten years.

At that time, he had never seen this Bai Lingyue and couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Why didn't you see me at that time?"

Bai Lingyue said lightly: "At that time, I was in the critical moment of the God-Distraction Stage and could not come out to fight. If it weren't for this, you might not have been able to be so smooth."

"I see."

Fang Chen suddenly realized.

Bai Lingyue looked at Fang Chen a few times before turning around to Yan Kun and others.

"Brother Fang Chen, it seems that they are quite dissatisfied with you and Senior Brother Bai are isolated."

Dongfang Haojie smiled.

"If you don't mention these, I suspect that Old Ancestor Li will take you to the Land of Prisoner Prisoner and have a little more thought."

Fang Chen smiled faintly and said, "If I guess correctly, maybe you will have a great future. Don't forget the hardship here at that time."

"What's the point?"

Dongfang Haojie was stunned.

"I won't know then."

Fang Chen patted his shoulder: "I'll go to rest, and call me when I get to the ground."

Dongfang Haojie stood alone on the deck and pondered hard, but he could never guess what Fang Chen meant.

More than ten days later, the fairy boat penetrated deep into the sea of ​​immortals and demons and finally stopped over a deserted island.

Everyone looked downward and could vaguely see a very magnificent teleportation array in the center of the island.
Chapter completed!