Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

How could a swordsman be promoted to rank three! ? Not even a second-level sword cultivator has appeared in this world...

Unless... there is a sword cultivator who is promoted to the second rank and hides it, hiding it but not showing it, so that it can escape the eyes and ears of all parties!

Chen Qingtai and others looked extremely solemn, with shock in their eyes.

Third level sword cultivator...

They can't imagine what kind of terrifying methods this sword cultivator will have!

"Qing Yu, you are my wife. When I joined the Long family, what I valued was not that the Long family could give me immortal crystals and help me advance to the next level, it was just because of you."

Li Changsheng looked at the woman in plain skirt with sincerity in his eyes:

"Over the years, you should understand my thoughts, so you can rest assured that what I do will not harm the big house in the slightest."

"Husband, I am very confused. What on earth do you... want to do?"

The woman in plain skirt tightly grasped Long Xuan's hand and looked at Li Changsheng with a complicated expression.

"Nothing but seeking a dignified path for sword cultivation."

Li Changsheng said.

Lu Qingshu and others looked at the Long family monks, with a faint cold light flashing in their eyes.

"For countless years, the orthodox people who seek immortality have regarded us as crooked and evil. In fact, they are jealous and afraid that we will be superior to them, so they have imposed many restrictions and suppressed them from all sides."

Lu Qingshu said lightly: "This kind of day will never happen again. Today is just prison wind, but in the future, Longyuan, Minghu, Four Beaks and Three Lands will be very different.

I, the sword cultivator, are the right path here, no matter how long I live, who among you at the same level can compete with the sword cultivator. "

Chen Qingtai and others looked a little ugly, but they didn't dare to speak at the moment because the other party's words were rough and unreasonable.

Among the same level, orthodox monks are indeed incomparable to sword cultivators.

And from Lu Qingshu's words, they heard a deeper meaning!

The matter between the Long family and the Sun family is just the beginning, not the end!

"Li Changsheng, these Long family people...should be under control, right?"

Lu Qingshu said lightly.

Li Changsheng was speechless and just nodded lightly.

In an instant, except for a few sword cultivators who looked confused, ninety-nine percent of the sword cultivators, under the orders of Lu Qingshu and others, controlled the Long family monks present.

"Are you going to rebel!?"

Long Ao and others were shocked and angry.

Snapped--

Lu Qingshu walked up to him and slapped him in the face. Looking at Long Ao's disbelieving eyes, he smiled:

"Yes, that's the look. It's no different from what I imagined."

"Lu Qingshu, you..."

Long Ao stared at Lu Qingshu: "What on earth do you despicable sword cultivators want to do!"

"Despicable? These two words will be used on you from now on."

Lu Qingshu said lightly.

In the third room, Dongfang Haojie held Long Wu's hand tightly and watched in stunned silence as the swordsmen in the third room rebelled one after another, completely confused as to what was going on.

"Don't worry, husband, I will keep you safe."

Long Wu looked solemn and did not forget to comfort Dongfang Haojie.

As soon as they finished speaking, a sword cultivator came towards them, trying to take Long Wu away from Dongfang Haojie.

"What are you doing! My brother is Fang Chen! Don't mess around!"

Dongfang Haojie grabbed Long Wu's arm tightly and shouted inwardly.

Several sword cultivators looked at each other, remained silent for a few moments, and then turned and left.

In the fourth room, Long Ying and others looked slumped. When they saw that the sword cultivator who had once groveled and knelt down was now raising his sword towards them, they were a little angry at first. Then after some contemplation, they suddenly felt that the situation was serious and felt a little panicked.

The same thing happened to the Sun family.

Sun Susu, Sun Yi, and even Zuo Xu, who came to watch the fun today, were slapped by a swordsman, which made him a little confused.

"It's over, what happened? Are these people crazy?"

Sun Yi squatted in the corner, watching the scene in front of him in despair.

Sun Susu was squatting not far away, looking pale.

"I am Zuo Xu, and my father is Xiaoyao Immortal Lord!"

Zuo Xu shouted quickly.

"Is your father Xiaoyao Immortal Lord? Oh, then you can step aside."

Hearing this, a sword cultivator nodded gently to Zuo Xu.

Zuo Xu was relieved. It seemed that they were only targeting the Sun family.

In the void, Zhao Yunlu had a panoramic view of this scene. He did not stop the sword cultivators on both sides, but took out a communication talisman. When he saw the message above, he immediately fell into silence.

Burial Sword Palace.

Zhu Kexiu withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhu Yunchen blankly: "Dad...what happened? How dare these sword cultivators...take action against the master's family!?"

Zhu Yunchen smiled but said nothing.

Zhu Kexiu said anxiously: "Won't you stop it? This is the following crime!"

Zhu Yunchen said calmly: "You forgot, I am also a sword cultivator."

"..."

Zhu Kexiu subconsciously looked at the nearby sword cultivators and saw a hint of excitement on their faces.

There was a thump in his heart, and he felt that great changes were about to occur in the Prison Wind Land!

Burial Sword Ladder.

Fang Chen had reached the ninety-eighth step of the ladder. Suddenly, he looked up, his gray-white pupils without any luster.

"Junior brother, what's wrong?"

Bai Qingming noticed something strange and asked.

"I felt like someone was watching us."

Fang Chen said.

Bai Qingming looked strange: "You mean there is someone at the end of the Sword Burial Ladder?"

"Um."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

"This is unlikely...could someone get up there early and not leave?"

Bai Qingming looked suspicious.

"I'll take a break."

Fang Chen said suddenly.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the spirit came out of the body, and with just a thought, he came to the end of the Sword Burial Ladder.

This is a medium-sized suspended island, and what you can see are countless sword monuments.

It looks like a cemetery.

A young man with a wine gourd hanging from his waist was leaning on a sword monument with a leisurely posture, slapping his knees and humming a tune.

The minor tune is frivolous and seems to be the most common tune in brothels.

Fang Chen walked up to him and stared quietly.

Logically speaking, when you reach the end of the ladder, your cultivation level will slowly recover, but the person in front of you has no trace of cultivation at all, just like an ordinary mortal swordsman.

After half an hour, he seemed tired of singing and fell asleep, snoring rhythmically.

After watching for a while, Fang Chen finally turned and left.

When he reaches the top, he will know the origin of this person.

Time passes day by day.

It’s spring again and the flowers are blooming.

It was already the third year since the gambling battle started. Fang Chen pulled the vines over and landed firmly on the ground.

"Many sword monuments..."

Bai Qingming looked strange, and then he saw someone sleeping soundly in front of a sword monument.

"Is there really someone!?"

He gasped in disbelief.

Fang Chen reached the top.

People from the Sun family and the Long family also saw this scene, but they had already lost their original mood at this moment.

Something happened to the Sun family and the Long family, and this gambling fight... meant nothing to them anymore.

On the contrary, the monks from all sides paid more attention to it. At this moment, some bankers were crying and some were overjoyed.