Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Seven days later…

On the third floor of the mission hall in Sword Spirit City, in an antique room, the old man surnamed Zhong was sitting opposite Wu Fan.

"Haha, why did Brother Zhou come back so soon? Are the clues I provided wrong? In fact, let me tell you, Brother Zhou, you should give up the idea of ​​hunting ghosts. After all, this is not a simple matter. It is not easy for us to cultivate to the late stage of Jindan. We must not lose our lives due to impulse. Brother Zhou, you are still so young, why not do a more stable task, such as helping this sect defend the enemy for fifty years as I said before. "

The old man surnamed Zhong stretched out his hand to pour a cup of tea for Wu Fan across from him, and then spoke earnestly and consolingly.

"Fellow Daoist Zhong misunderstood. The information you gave is very accurate. This time Zhou went smoothly. Lord Gui Sha has been killed by me."

Wu Fan had a strange look on his face when he heard this, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

"Well, it'll be good if everything goes well. After all, Gui Sha usually appears and disappears. If you want to see him..., what? Gui Sha was killed by you?"

After hearing the words, the old man surnamed Zhong didn't react for a while and nodded subconsciously. But soon, his eyes suddenly widened, he stood up instantly, pointed at Wu Fan and asked in shock.

"Haha, yes, he was indeed killed by me."

Seeing the other party's expression, Wu Fan shook his head again and chuckled, so without saying anything, he waved his arm to the ground in front of him. After a ray of light flashed by, a corpse appeared instantly.

Yes, it was the corpse of Venerable Gui Sha.

The old man surnamed Zhong on the side turned his head hurriedly when he saw this. After taking a brief look, he suddenly became dumbfounded and became as motionless as a fool.

"This, this, this is really Venerable Guisha himself, Zhou, brother Zhou, how did you do it? My God, how is this possible? You actually killed a long-famous Nascent Soul monk."

After a long time, the old man surnamed Zhong suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart. He pointed at the corpse on the ground, turned to look at Wu Fan and asked with a trembling voice. At this moment, his eyes were still full of shock.

"Haha, I can successfully complete the task because of you, Daoist Zhong. If you hadn't provided the information, I would never have been able to do this. As for the process of killing this person, it was also very simple. I followed you at the beginning. As I said, I have a good formation. As early as half a year ago, I went to the place where the ghost must pass, and finally killed it on a desert island through this formation; of course, there were many things that happened during this period. There were few setbacks, but luckily it was successful in the end.”

Wu Fan said matter-of-factly, and even stood up and bowed his hand to him in order to thank him.

"This, this is also possible? It's really unimaginable. I guess Brother Zhou's formation is not simple, right?"

The old man surnamed Zhong had not recovered from the shock. He first glanced at the corpse on the ground, then looked at Wu Fan with bright eyes and asked.

"Hehe!" Wu Fan remained silent after hearing this, only rolling his eyelids and chuckling.

When the old man surnamed Zhong saw the other person's expression, he didn't know that he was talking too much. After all, it is not polite to ask other people's secrets, so he quickly raised his hands and laughed loudly excitedly:

"Haha, I'm talking too much. Brother Zhou, please don't be offended. But having said that, Brother Zhou, you have really made great contributions to our sect this time. In the past twenty years, it can be said that this is the first major victory. I must be above. After knowing this, I will be extremely happy. Now that the Ghost Spirit Sect has lost an important person, we will have more confidence in defeating the opponent in the future. Of course, I, the Wanjian Sect, will not forget Brother Zhou's great kindness. "

"Haha, it doesn't matter if it's a favor or not. Zhou just wants those few elixirs. Now that my mission has been completed, can Fellow Daoist Zhong give me the elixirs?"

When Wu Fan heard this, he also smiled and waved his hand, and then asked with expectant eyes.

This... Brother Zhou will tell you the truth. I did promise you before, but I haven't reported this matter to my superiors yet, so... I can't give you the elixir now. Let's go back to the cave first. After resting, I will go back to the sect now and explain this matter to the superiors. "

The old man surnamed Zhong was startled when he heard this. He was so excited that he forgot about it, but he immediately said awkwardly. Judging from his expression, he shouldn't be lying.

"What? You haven't reported it to your superiors yet? So your ancestor doesn't know about it yet? Fellow Daoist Zhong, are you going too far? What you promised me is just a verbal agreement between you and me? What if? If you go back and report the matter later, what should you do if your lord does not agree to take out the elixir? "

Wu Fan's expression suddenly darkened when he heard this, he stood up instantly, looked at the other person with sharp eyes and said in a deep voice.

"This... Brother Zhou, don't be anxious. To be honest, I never thought that you could really kill Guisha, so I felt that there was no need to report this matter in advance. But since I agreed to you at the beginning, I naturally considered this matter It’s 90% sure, otherwise I wouldn’t have boasted about Haikou and promised you, so brother Zhou, don’t worry, I will definitely bring you the elixir when I go back this time. In addition, maybe the superiors will give you more reward if they are happy. of."

When the old man surnamed Zhong saw Wu Fan being so angry, he couldn't help but feel shocked, so he quickly gave his assurance.

"Okay, then I will believe in Fellow Daoist Zhong for once, but just go back to the cave. Zhou has nothing to do, so he will go back to the sect with Fellow Daoist Zhong. I have admired your sect for a long time, so I would like to take this opportunity. See it.”

After hearing the other party's words, Wu Fan's expression softened a lot, and then he rolled his eyes and said.

"Haha, okay, since Brother Zhou is so elegant, then come with me."

How could the old man surnamed Zhong not know what Wu Fan was thinking? The other party was just worried that he would not do practical things or profit from it, so he wanted to supervise him personally. However, he was open-minded and naturally would not let the other party bear a grudge because of this matter, so he smiled and agreed.

"Well, by the way, when I came here just now, I sent a message back to some friends in Xingsha Islands, telling them that I would return soon and now I am in Wanjian Sect. After all, my friends are very worried about my recent situation."

Wu Fan nodded at first, and then said meaningfully.

"Haha, Brother Zhou is too cautious. Don't worry, my Wanjian Sect will not do such a thing. After all, my sect has been passed down from ancient times and regards itself as a famous and upright sect. How can it destroy its reputation because of a few spiritual medicines? If it really does that, who will dare to come to my Wanjian Sect to help in the future."

The old man surnamed Zhong shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then said with a solemn oath.

"Haha, Brother Zhong, you're overthinking. I still trust your sect. OK, let's set off now without further delay."

Wu Fan chuckled, and was very satisfied with his words. He then urged him, looking very anxious.

"Okay, please come in, Brother Zhou!"

The old man surnamed Zhong didn't say anything more, and immediately extended his hand to make an invitation gesture.

Seeing this, Wu Fan nodded, waved his arm, and the corpse on the ground was collected, so he raised his legs and walked to the door first.