Supreme Immortal Demon

The monks in Tianqijing are well-informed and have a high standard. Whether they are from Tianqijing or not, if they stay in Tianqijing for a long time, they will develop the habit of looking down on foreign monks.

But even in Tianqijing, where there are many monks and geniuses, they have never heard of anyone who can comprehend the sound attack technique before the age of 20.

The young owner of Danqizhai not only has the cultivation of the True Dan Realm, but also comprehends the sound attack technique, which shocked the monks who came to watch the excitement. What shocked the monks even more was his ruthlessness.

But in addition to being shocked, the monks felt a little regretful. This is Tianqijing, where the prohibitions are strict. He tortured the supervisory monks in broad daylight, and he was destined to have a bad end.

"Brother..." Wu Juren's heart had fallen to the bottom. He looked at Sun Zhongyuan, who was also stiff-faced, and sighed softly.

At this time, Li Quanfu was the calmest. After a brief panic, Li Quanfu calmed down.

Others who don't understand Luo Chuan, seeing this situation, will only think that Luo Chuan is reckless and impulsive, brave but not wise.

But Li Quanfu knows that his son seems to be bold, but in fact he is meticulous. What he does seems to be spontaneous, but in fact he has been carefully considered.

In a blink of an eye, Li Quanfu figured out why Luo Chuan tortured the supervisory monk in public.

The man who secretly planned and calculated used the supervisory monk as bait to lure Luo Chuan into the trap, and wanted to use the supervisory monk to get rid of the son. The son did not choose to escape, but like the sharpest sword cultivator, he struck out with a sword, ignoring all conspiracies and tricks, and fiercely stabbed into the bait.

The son wanted to force the man to show up!

Thinking of this, Li Quanfu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Luo Chuan with a new look. But soon, Li Quanfu's face showed worry. More than ten strategies flashed in his mind, but none of them could deal with the current situation.

Even if the mastermind behind the scenes is forced out, what can be done?

In the blink of an eye, several supervisory monks with lower skills have been torn to pieces, their blood vessels burst, and blood splattered all over the ground. They are lying like dead dogs, unable to even make a sound of begging. Their lives are in danger.

More and more onlookers are gathering. At this moment, a stream of red fire flies out from the crowd. It is a crossbow arrow like a red flame, spinning violently in the air, breaking the air into pieces, and extending a trail like a pillar of fire, just like a fire dragon.

The aura in the crossbow arrow exceeds the second level of the real elixir, and it is a magic weapon tempered with strange fire, which contains the artistic conception of the Dharma. Its power is doubled, and even the monks of the third level of the real elixir can only avoid it.

The onlookers used their body skills to avoid it.

In a tenth of a second, the fire dragon appeared in front of Luo Chuan, and the fire wind blew in his face, lifting his long black hair and tumbling backwards.

Luo Chuan's eyes flashed with two rays of light, one red and one gold. Water ripples flowed through his palms and spread out in an instant. His arms left a trail of afterimages on his side. At first glance, he looked like an eight-armed river king.

The fire dragon was caught by Luo Chuan's flesh palms that contained water magic. The flames dimmed in the water shadows. With a puff, cracks appeared on the crossbow arrows, which broke into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

Raising his head, Luo Chuan looked at the two men who walked out of the crowd.

The man on the left, dressed in brocade and jade robes, had a handsome face. He was Chen Luo, whom he met in the suburbs more than ten days ago.

The man on the right looked very unfamiliar to Luo Chuan. He had never seen him before.

The man was in his early thirties, with an aura of about the second level of the True Dan. He was pot-bellied, with a red face, and swayed when he walked. His dress was much more noble than Chen Luo, the son of the third-rank Chen family.

A cloak made of flying eagle lion feathers can allow mortals to fly nine thousand feet in the wind. When worn by practitioners, it can increase the flying speed by five times and can also resist thunder and fire.

This cloak alone is an exquisitely made upper third-grade magic weapon. In the Tiannan region, it is worth more than 800,000 Yin coins, and it is still in short supply.

And the boots he wore were even more amazing. The boots were like a boat, and the fish scales on both sides faintly revealed rainbow light, and the breath was profound. Luo Chuan saw at a glance that the pair of long boots were made of the skin of the black mountain fish spirit.

The black mountain fish spirit is a fish that lives on the black mountain. Among the five-color mountains in the world, the black mountain is extremely rare. The black mountain stone has a strange geomagnetic field that can make the spirits in the mountain move instantly at night. The black mountain fish lives in the pool during the day, and at night it teleports to the top of the mountain with the help of the black mountain origin to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. After a long time, it has become a spirit and has cultivated the teleportation method.

The boots made of black mountain fish skin can teleport within a range of ten miles, and are worth more than two million Yin coins. They are also in short supply.

In addition to the cloud wood crown on his head, the resurrection mirror jade pendant on his waist, and the crossbow magic weapon in his hand... This person's outfit alone has exceeded five million Yin coins.

The four essentials of cultivation are Dharma, companions, land and wealth. At least in terms of "wealth", this person has obviously reached a height that an ordinary cultivator can never reach in his lifetime.

"That looks like an eagle lion flying cloak!"

"Shh, keep your voice down. Young Master Ning doesn't like people talking about him behind his back."

"Is he the second young master of the Ning family?"

"Yes, he is the helmsman of Wanbao Mountain City in Tianqi Capital. Just Wanbao Mountain City alone has a wealth worth trillions. He is definitely rich enough to rival a country."

The second young master of the Ning family felt a little cold when he heard the discussions of the people around him. He turned his head and glanced at the cultivators who were discussing. Several cultivators were silent, with fawning expressions on their faces.

The second young master of the Ning family? The Ning family of the God of Wealth?

Luo Chuan recalled that two years ago at the entrance of Yinchuan Road, he met a young master of the Ning family who was parading through the streets with a group of martial servants and wanted to snatch Little Li, but was finally slapped to death by Luo Chuan.

The Ning family is rich and powerful, and is known as the God of Wealth. It is one of the top cultivating families in the Tiannan Region, only one level below the seven major sects. This young Master Ning Er, who has a sinister face, is as rich as anyone in the country, but his physical body is so cowardly that he looks like a sensual loser.

"It's you who caused the trouble." Luo Chuan looked at Chen Luo.

"Why can't I understand what you are saying?" Chen Luo said with a low smile.

"Don't take it seriously. The third-grade Chen family's young master is indeed as useless as the legend says." Luo Chuan said with a smile.

Chen Luo's face sank, anger revealed in his eyes. He didn't bother to hide what happened now, and laughed loudly: "Luo Chuan, Luo Chuan, do you really think of yourself as a character? That day you pretended to be powerful and moved out of Ren Mansion and Qingchuan Dan. There is also Fairy Xiaoqing in the Law Pavilion, which really scared the young master. Now I have found out the details about you. You are a bastard from the Tang Dynasty. You entered the empty mountain realm by luck, and met Governor Ren and Fairy Xiaoqing by chance. You are so bold, you are so innocent, and you dare to extort money from me. Do you think I am so easy to bully?"

"Brother Chen, why are you so angry with such a little person? It's not worth it, it's not worth it." The second young master of the Ning family sneered, smiled faintly, and looked at Luo Chuan with contempt, his expression revealing arrogance: "Speaking of which, this boy is nothing like us. The Ning family also has some festivals. Two years ago, a promising member of our Ning family was killed and robbed of his wealth. If he hadn't hid in the empty mountain realm, how would he be alive today. "

Chen Luo glanced at the disabled supervisory cultivator, and a sinister look appeared on his face, which disappeared in a flash: "This kid is really stupid to the extreme. If he dares to hurt the supervisory monks, he is destined not to see the sun tomorrow. Even if If I really have friendship with Fairy Xiaoqing, I can’t guarantee my life.”

"Brother Chen is not needed to take care of such a small person. Brother Chen called me here today. It's really boring." Young Master Ning Er didn't even look at Luo Chuan and stretched.

"Brother Ning, I don't understand. I just want to see with my own eyes how he begged for mercy before he died." Chen Luo smiled, looking at Luo Chuan, with a teasing look on his face: "If you kneel down I beg you, I might be able to ask for a favor from the Supervisory Taoist Association on your behalf, so that your Taoist elixir will not be destroyed, and you will be able to retain some spiritual wisdom in your future reincarnations."

"You two." Luo Chuan said.

Chen Luo's pupils shrank, and then he laughed loudly: "Okay, if you dare to speak harshly when you are about to die, just wait to be torn into pieces!"

"It's obviously you who set up the frame. The scum among these supervisory monks are indiscriminate and hurt people indiscriminately. I don't believe it. There is no reason for the Emperor Qi Jing of the Great Xia Dynasty to make sense." Luo Chuan said lightly.

"Interesting." Young Master Ning looked at Luo Chuan as if he were a monster, and the smile spread on his face: "I really don't know, are you naive or stupid? A weirdo like you is really rare to see in a hundred years."

"Hahaha, brother Ning, don't you feel bored now?" Chen Luo said with a smile.

Young Master Ning Er nodded seriously: "It's very rare to encounter such a rare thing."

The onlooking monks looked at Luo Chuan strangely again.

Chen Luo is the son of the third-rank Chen family, and Young Master Ning is the apparent helmsman of Wanbaoshan City. A person like this is a transcendent existence as long as he does not violate the ban openly and openly.

And Luo Chuan is just a shopkeeper. Not to mention that there is conclusive evidence that he injured the supervisory monk in public. Even if there is no evidence, the supervisory monk will only side with Chen Luo and Ning Er. Who would offend Chen Jiadao for a white monk? The young master of the mansion and the son of the Ning family, the God of Wealth?

In a restaurant outside the long street, sitting next to the window, Sima Wuji put down the red wine gourd, leaned back gently with his majestic body, and said with a smile: "You still make sense? Could it be that I made a mistake before? Is that all you have?"

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(I overestimated myself again. I locked 10,000 words last night and just typed them out... The next chapter has been automatically updated and will be posted on time)