Supreme Immortal Demon

There is a man on the left, nine feet high, with a majestic build, a rough beard, and a big red wine gourd hanging around his waist. He is the young marshal Sima Wuji.

"You really guessed it right. This Luo Chuan really dares to take action." Sima Wuji smiled and said to the people around him: "Ren Xian, your ability to see people is getting better and better."

Ren Xian stood quietly, with no expression on his face: "Birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. Could it be that the young commander has forgotten what happened when Zhou Buchen broke into Tianqi Capital that day."

"Hahaha, how could I forget. If I hadn't gone to the Netherworld Ghost Road to capture the ice demon Yin Chan that day, how could Zhou Buchen have broken into Tianqi Capital. Neither would the unlucky Nanyou godson. Dead." Sima Wuji seemed to like laughing and took another sip of wine: "This Luo Chuan destroyed the teleportation temple on his first day, seriously injured the supervisor, and killed more than two hundred imps. The idiots from the Tiandao Society came down hard. He is even more domineering than that Zhou Buchen."

"If it hadn't been for the young marshal's plan before, he only used less than 30% of his power against Luo Chuan, creating the illusion that he was indistinguishable. The Tianxing Taoist Society wouldn't have been so eager to give Luo Chuan a blow to suppress the young marshal. "Ren Xian said calmly: "In the end, it only hurts his own strength. Fortunately, Lord Ning is not in Beijing, otherwise he would not have fallen into the trap of the young commander so easily. It has to be said that there is no one in Tianxing Dao Society except Lord Ning. ”

"It took at least half a month to recover. Although those two hundred people are not Tianxing's elite, they can still make Ning Tianxing busy for a while." Sima Wuji smiled softly: "As for that Luo Chuan ...Although he understands the meaning of momentum, he is only at the first level of Zhendan, and his strength is only around the top 30 in the Qingxian list. This person is more domineering than strategic, and he is more than capable of being a warrior who charges into battle, if he has one. Opportunity to bring him into Xingtian before he goes to Daozunyuan to die."

"I think so too."

…

As Bai Yiqing walked through a long street, Luo Chuan saw pine trees, ferries, and a lake that shimmered like white jade in the afternoon sun.

The huge lake is like a mirror, with a sandbar standing in the center of the lake.

Luo Chuan looked at the sandbank from a distance and saw pavilions standing on the sandbank. The market was in order, and people were constantly rushing to the sandbank from the lakeside ferry by boat.

"There is?"

"Young Master Luo specially opened an Alchemy Studio in Tianqi Capital for your convenience. The Alchemy Studio is located on Baibat Sandbank. Baibat Sandbank is one of the three major commercial areas in Tianqi Capital, and every inch of land is valuable. Master Luo The owner spent a lot of money to buy that building," Bai Yiqing said with a smile.

"Auntie is here too?" Luo Chuan asked.

Bai Yiqing smiled but said nothing.

Luo Chuan let go of his hand, put his arm around her waist, and jumped towards the center of the lake.

"Luochuan, you have to take a boat to cross the lake."

As soon as Bai Yiqing finished speaking, her body had already passed the water bank and landed on the sandbank in the blink of an eye.

"What's wrong? This lake is very easy to live in." Luo Chuan asked strangely.

"No. In Tianqi Capital, monks with white bodies, that is, monks without grades, have to walk up the mountain, take a boat to cross the lake, and are not allowed to ride a horse on the street." Bai Yiqing looked back at the calm lake and exhaled incense playfully. Tongue: "Fortunately, he probably wasn't discovered. Luo Chuan, Tianqi Capital has a lot of rules. Those supervisory monks are like flies and mice. They are very annoying."

Luo Chuan frowned. He was used to being casual in the empty mountain world. He felt a little uncomfortable after hearing Bai Yiqing's words.

In front of him were shipyards and piers. The monks, carrying flying swords on their backs, walked past the piers and headed towards the market in the distance. The men who were carrying goods on the dock were all strong and strong, with bulging temples, which showed that they had great skills.

Luo Chuan glanced around and saw several middle-aged clerks, all of whom had the skills of the Little Ethereal Realm. If they were in Bai Yujing, they would all be considered top-notch masters and would be able to serve as disciples of noble families. But in Tianqi Capital, he could only help the monks carry goods.

"Follow me, I'll take you to Luo Mansion." Bai Yiqing took Luo Chuan's hand and headed towards the market.

Entering the market place of Baibat Sandbank, Luo Chuan suddenly felt like he had returned to the most prosperous Dongfang of Baiyu Capital. I saw the spacious streets crowded with people, a variety of shops, restaurants and restaurants, and the sound of monks and shopkeepers bargaining at the top of their lungs could be heard from time to time.

"Don't run!"

"Bold! Stop still!"

Shouts sounded.

The girl carrying a large package was running ahead, looking panicked and anxious. Several streaks of light passed behind her, catching up with the girl in the blink of an eye and transforming into several monks in purple robes and round crowns.

Snapped!

The girl was knocked to the ground by a slap. The monk who hit him had precise control of his strength. The girl was not injured or killed, but her cheeks were bulging high.

"Little beast! Just keep running!"

"Apocalypse Capital has already banned the setting up of stalls anywhere! You knowingly do so! Do you want to destroy the nine tribes?"

"A mere mortal dares to come to Central to set up a stall. Let me see what good things you have brought."

A supervisory monk smiled ferociously as he felt the package being grabbed into the girl's arms.

"No!" the girl screamed.

Snapped!

Another slap knocked the girl away hard, two teeth were knocked out, and her face was covered in blood.

After opening the package, the supervisory monks' eyes were all bright. They saw three five-petal Ganoderma lucidum in the package. The green light was flowing and the fragrance was fragrant. They were extraordinary things.

"What a treasure. The smell is strong, at least the sixth grade Ganoderma lucidum."

"Tsk, tsk, at least it can hold up to three years of skill."

"Give it to the brothers, so that you don't have to work hard to practice until the end-of-year assessment next year."

"Give it back to me..." The girl trembled, struggled to get up, tears in her eyes, and begged: "That was exchanged for the elixir to treat my father's illness. Please, please give it back to me..."

"Hmph!" The leading supervisory monk glanced at the girl coldly: "How can you, a mere mortal, own this thing?"

"Why ask more? It must have been stolen. Or, it violated the city rules and sneaked into the forbidden mountain!"

"This is stolen goods! If you still want to take it back, don't even think about it! Today, we are in a good mood, so we will spare your life! Get out!"

Several supervisory monks laughed and walked out with Ganoderma lucidum in their hands.

Several nearby shop owners looked at the girl with sympathy, but no one said anything. More monks turned a blind eye, or glanced at it lightly and walked past expressionlessly.

The prosperous and splendid Tianqi Jingshifang, where monks gathered, formed a sharp contrast with the mortal girl with blood on her face and begging desperately. The sunlight in the autumn and winter afternoon passed through the thick clouds and fell on the girl's cheeks, making her tremble with coldness.

I don't know where the courage came from, the girl cried and rushed to the supervisory monk without hesitation: "Give it back to me!"

"Dirty thing, get out!"

The supervisory monk holding the Ganoderma lucidum flashed with disgust in his eyes, and his other hand was wrapped with energy and swung towards the girl. The power of his palm was enough to smash ten girls into pieces.

The girl closed her eyes in despair, and tears flowed down her bloody face.

Bang!

The supervisory monk was shaken away.

The beautiful woman who was as beautiful as a banished fairy stood in front of the girl, slowly withdrew her hand, and her snow-white Taoist robe fluttered without wind, standing alone.

"Give it back to her." Bai Yiqing said lightly.

In the crowd, Luo Chuan smiled slightly and walked to Bai Yiqing's side. He was still worried about the supervisory monks on the way, but now he stood up for a mortal girl he had never met.

"How dare you! Are you trying to rebel?"

The supervisory monks were furious, and when they saw Bai Yiqing, they were all speechless.

"What a beautiful young lady."

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't you recognize who she is?"

"Who is she?"

"This female cultivator is from the Qingchuan Danfa Pavilion, and she made a lot of noise some time ago."

The supervisory monks looked at Bai Yiqing with difficulty, and it was not right to advance or retreat, but Luo Chuan on the side became a supporting role.

Bai Yiqing rolled up a stream of energy, sucked the Ganoderma lucidum into his hand, and handed it to the girl.

The girl took it in a daze, then kowtowed: "Fairy, help me! Please save my father."

"What disease did he have?"

"My father went to mine and was bitten by a ghost bat. The doctor said that only the immortal medicine, the Soul-Restoring Pill, can save him."

Bai Yiqing said: "I don't have the Soul-Restoring Pill with me. Give me your address, and when I go back, I will send someone to send the Soul-Restoring Pill to you."

The girl was surprised and happy, her face full of gratitude, and she handed the three Ganoderma lucidum to Bai Yiqing with a trembling face: "Thank you for saving my life, fairy, please accept it."

"It's just a sixth-grade Soul-Restoring Pill, it's not worth so much." Bai Yiqing said.

The sixth-grade Soul-Restoring Pill was mentioned lightly by Bai Yiqing, and the monks watching were moved, and they felt that Bai Yiqing was unattainable.

"Take it. If you don't take it, it will be dangerous for her to take it." Luo Chuan said.

Bai Yiqing thought about it and nodded, "Well, I'll take it, and I'll compensate you with a few pills later."

"No, no! As long as it can save my father's life, nothing else matters." The girl handed the Ganoderma lucidum to Bai Yiqing respectfully.

After explaining the address, the girl turned and left, while Bai Yiqing and Luo Chuan continued to move forward. Before leaving, Luo Chuan glanced at the supervisory monks who had reached the great perfection of foundation building, his eyes flashing with Dan light, with a hint of warning in his eyes.

It was not until this time that the supervisory monks noticed Luo Chuan.

He was less than 20 years old, with the cultivation level of the True Dan realm, and was walking with Bai Yiqing. Although he was dressed in ordinary clothes, there were many eccentric young men in Tianqijing who liked to do this and did not play by the rules.

"Keep your eyes open in the future. If you meet such a nosy young man again, stay away."

"What bad luck! Let's go!"

Not long after, Luo Chuan and Bai Yiqing came to a long street east of the city. Further east on the long street is the east bank of Baifu Sand Island. The lake breeze ripples, the white water and green mountains, and the buildings and streets on the other side are very beautiful.

To Luo Chuan's surprise, this long street was very quiet. Apart from him and Bai Yiqing, there was no third person. There were only two or three shops open on the whole street, and the doors were deserted with no customers.

"That's the 'Luo Mansion'." Bai Yiqing smiled and pointed to a loft at the end of the long street, closest to the waterfront.

The loft is three stories high and does not occupy a large area. There is a shop in front of the door, and the plaque is engraved with five big characters "Luo's Danqi Zhai".

Compared with other shops on Baifu Sand Island that I have seen along the way, this Danqi Zhai is a bit shabby.

"The shop is small, are you disappointed?"

"How could it be? I came to Tianqijing to save Zhou Buchen, not to do business." Luo Chuan said.

"Okay, how to rescue Zhou Buchen, we will sit down and discuss it slowly. Let's meet a few people first, they all miss you very much." Bai Yiqing smiled.

The long-lost face of Aunt Luo Fu appeared in front of him, and Luo Chuan was delighted, and followed Bai Yiqing to the "Luo Mansion".

Before the two of them approached the attic, a figure rolled out of the attic like a whirlwind, and in a blink of an eye, he came in front of him and hugged Luo Chuan's legs exaggeratedly.

"Young Master! You miss Xiao Li so much!"

The ugly fat man hugged Luo Chuan's legs tightly, crying loudly with snot and tears.