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"The conflict between extraordinary beings and ordinary people is getting more and more intense."

Mr. Fan sighed: "Have you ever gone online? Once there is a conflict between extraordinary people and ordinary people, almost all ordinary people will come out to resist, and their voices will turn against ordinary people."

"And the number of extraordinary beings is not large. Compared with everyone in Nine Cities, they are too small and very passive."

"Of course I go online a lot." Chen Banxian looked outside the house, where neon lights and projections were alternating, and the skytrain whizzed past in the distance.

"In fact, it's not just ordinary people who are targeting the extraordinary ones, even the extraordinary ones themselves are not united."

"Those in the lower realm will subconsciously hate those in the higher realm because they are afraid that in front of the extraordinary beings in the higher realm, they are just ordinary people."

"However, these low-level people look down on ordinary people. This is human nature."

"Everyone will be jealous and afraid of people who are stronger than themselves, because they have no sense of security, confidence, and confidence."

After saying this, he looked at Mr. Fan: "Just like you, you are afraid of me, so you took the initiative to come to me."

"I have long heard that you are proficient in all kinds of knowledge and good at observing people's hearts. You are indeed well-deserved."

He had already expected it before coming, but when he actually faced it, it was a different feeling.

Although Mr. Fan was afraid, he was obviously afraid and had nothing to hide.

"I have read a lot of books about Chief Die Yunfei, and there is a piece of unofficial history in it that surprised me."

"I heard that he asked you for a fortune-telling before he came to power. This fortune-telling has been remembered by Chief Die for more than three hundred years."

"Find the answer among the masses."

Chen Chen Banxian looked up at him, half-smiling.

"You also want to tell fortunes?"

"I want to, but I've already reached the top, and there are many things I can't help myself with."

Mr. Fan stood up and bowed to say goodbye.

"Every move I make no longer belongs to me. Today, many of Mr. Yi's doubts have been solved. It seems that I can do it without any worries."

The old man left and Chen Banxian didn't send him off. It seemed that there were some other elements involved in this Nine-City Round Table Conference.

And what happened yesterday may continue to happen in the future.

He closed his eyes, opened his eyebrows, and revealed the black and white that condensed thousands of things.

In black and white, the old man's body has dense lines, derivatives, like a puppet controlled by Yanshi.

And the threads intertwined by these fates are also very strange. Some come from the past, some are in the present, and some are in the future!

It seemed that the old man had other emotions when he came to see him.

"Mr. Fan." He shouted softly, "Maybe you have some questions, you can ask Bai Xiao."

The clothes of the departing old man were slightly blown by the wind, and he disappeared into the dark night.

"Ugh." Jiaojiao closed the door hard with his tail and wandered off to wash up and sleep.

"Where is the sword spirit?" Chen Banxian asked before closing the door.

"Woo!"

"Oh, I got it, I'll go find Him right now."

Without tearing apart the space, Baihu City is no longer the same today.

He walked downstairs and took the skytrain to the edge of Baihu City.

Along the way, you can see huge mechas slowly moving towards the outside of the city. They are far from being the No. 1 or No. 5 Mecha of Anyang Technology.

Instead, they are divided into type one, type two, and type three.

Each model is divided into combat, auxiliary, transportation, etc.

This is not even considered military use.

"The future is already here."

He sighed leisurely that after three years of precipitation, Baihu City was getting closer and closer to the advanced civilization he imagined.

But that's not his purpose.

Leaving the gate of Baihu City, the city made of steel and iron bones immediately receded behind him.

The earth shrunk under his feet, and thousands of mountains passed by in the blink of an eye.

He only saw the sword spirit after walking more than 80,000 kilometers in the Eastern Wasteland.

A long sword floats in the center of the sky and the earth. Under the sword is the nine furnaces of divine fire, and magma flames are constantly spitting out.

And every time the flames are erupted, precious metals from the ground can be brought out. It is a very small amount, but it continuously nourishes the blade of the divine sword.

For a moment, Chen Banxian was in a daze, feeling that this sword could cut everything in the world.

The sword spirit opened his eyes slightly.

"You bitch, you have the nerve to come see me!"

Well, he just saw it wrong.

"bass!"

The sword spirit rushed to his face in an instant and asked him: "I heard that you made a quasi-emperor weapon over there in Fuyu."

"You are so awesome. You can't see it. You hide it so deeply. You give away materials like Daoyan Tianjin as soon as you give them away. You are really rich."

Every sentence full of sarcasm turned into the sharpest sword and stabbed Chen Banxian, making his face turn blue and white.

He actually felt a little guilty and didn't dare to refute.

"During the days when you went out to fight, Lord Jian, I worked hard and diligently to take care of your rear area, and you didn't think of leaving some for me?"

It seemed that the sword spirit was really angry, so Chen Banxian hurriedly laughed with him.

"Aren't you about to die? There's nothing I can do about it. You won't have to come back afterwards, right?"

"Hmph, who knows?" The sword spirit narrowed his eyes at him, "Did you bring me anything?"

"I brought it, I definitely brought it!"

He hurriedly took out the imperial jar and dug out the inside.

"This is a sacred object of the Jiang clan."

"This is a hairpin that contains a whole world."

"These are concentrated Yin Qi orbs. They are all good things. I will keep them all for you."

Seeing that there was really a gift, the sword spirit relaxed.

"You kid, you don't come to me on weekdays. For the sake of these things, I want to tell you a very important news."

"What's the news?" Chen Banxian was slightly serious, waiting for what was to come.

"There are already figures from the ancient clan in the Nine Cities."

"Ancient clan? Are you talking about the ancient clans, or..."

"What do you think?" The sword spirit rolled his eyes at him: "The ancient tribes have barely reached the concept of peace on the earth and sent a large number of creatures to other worlds."

"When they found us, tsk tsk, you didn't see how wonderful their faces were."

"No, it's really a headache to be found after traveling so far."

Chen Banxian was a little helpless. The current human race's background was really not high, and they mostly focused on exploring the earth's details.

He hasn't been back for a long time.

"But it's okay. Come with me. Master Jian, I can still be of some use."

The sword spirit takes him to the entrance of the earth.

Chenyundong Tianjudi is the only way to the earth passage.

There are clouds and mist here all day long, making it difficult to see very far, and the Yunhua Zui, which is abundant in this area, is Chen Banxian's favorite.

The sword spirit gently swept across a cloud. The next second, there was a hint of scarlet in the white cloud. Looking further, it turned out to be densely packed with corpses.

Chen Banxian's pupils shrank and he saw the corpses of the Shuiyi Clan and Fu Zhong Ancient Clan. These were the top ancient clans on earth.

As a result, their people were bleeding here and died under the white clouds.

"What did you do?"

Seeing those mountains of corpses, he was a little moved.

The sword spirit smiled proudly: "Of course... no!"

While talking, the sky and the earth suddenly shook in the distance, but they were blocked by the shrinking clouds and fog, making it impossible to see the whole picture clearly.

"Looks like there's another unlucky guy." The sword spirit walked in front and they moved closer. The moment the clouds and mist peeled away, there was a wave of battle.

"Human race, don't let me die!"

There was a huge roar, and a creature from the ancient mixed ape tribe was seen fighting.

Its palms were huge and spread out to the ground. When they opened and closed, they seemed to tear the world apart.

However, there was a radiant creature in that terrible storm, which took all the blows one by one without retreating at all.

"Ninth." Chen Banxian recognized the unreasonable fighting method at a glance.

I saw that there were many black boxes hidden in the void. The formations were formed and could not be broken or avoided.

The strength of the ninth in the formation is rising steadily, while the strength of the creatures of the ancient mixed ape tribe has dropped off a cliff.

"You killed me and so many other races, you will die today!"

The creatures of the ancient mixed ape clan roared, seemingly unaware of the decline in their strength.

The 900th remained calm and continued to deal with him, preparing his most powerful killing move.

"Hunlai, you will be buried here today."

The ninth voice was calm and steady, in sharp contrast to the furious Hun Lai of the ancient tribe.

"You're dreaming! I didn't expect you humans to have so many bugs hiding. Today I will kill you first, and then I will call all the other tribes and exterminate all of you!"

Jiujiu didn't answer, his eyes suddenly wandered.

Hun Lai was overjoyed. He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

That was definitely not intentional, and the surprise on his expression couldn't be faked.

However, the next second, Hun Lai felt a crisp sound on the back of his head.

"when!"

Hun Lai seemed to have been restrained, all the aura energy was gathered in, and he fell from the sky as soon as he rolled his eyes.

As soon as his huge figure walked away, the person behind him was revealed. It turned out to be Chen Banxian who had quietly touched his back at some point and was collecting the emperor jar.

"Tsk, I can see that Lao Jiu's eyes are wrong. You are not careful. Who are you knocking if you don't knock?"

Holding the other person's neck with one hand, Chen Banxian flew toward Jiujiu leisurely: "Old Jiu, did you do all this?"

"I have been here for decades." Ninth pointed to Faith Qingyun above him, "I noticed them as soon as they appeared."

"How did you find out?" Chen Banxian was surprised. This information war was fought too well, right?

Hearing this, Jiujiu's expression turned slightly strange, and then he took out a trace of faith from Qingyun.

I saw this ray of faith turned into a clearly visible picture.

In the picture, an ancient tribesman wandered under the ninth statue and asked the people next to him.

"Is there really a response here?"

"of course!"

The person next to him patted his chest in assurance, and said firmly: "Look at how many people are offering incense here. If it doesn't work, how can everyone come to worship?"

"Then I have to say goodbye!"

The ancient creatures were so pious that they exchanged black coins for incense, knelt under the statues and prayed in a formal manner.

"Great Ninth God, please grant me countless wealth. I no longer want to work for the big shots in the clan. Why do they have privileges and we, the later creatures, don't have privileges?"

The more he prayed, the angrier the creature became, and he kept chattering for more than half an hour. The others waited impatiently and urged him to leave.

Then, the creature took a red rope outside the door and tied it to his hand.

Chen Banxian subconsciously glanced at Hun Lai's wrist, which also had a red rope.

"Ah this..."

He didn't know what to say for a moment. He could only say that faith is something that every race has, and seeking wealth is the simple wish of every intelligent creature.

Ninth said in a leisurely tone: "To be honest, I hesitated when I started to deal with the believers. If he hadn't planned to sell the information about our nine cities for a big price, I wouldn't even want to stop him."

"He just felt that my wish came true."

Ninth's expression was a little more tangled, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful when he looked at Hun Lai.

"Their faith is even more pure and passionate than most people."

It would be a pity to kill him.

"How about raising it?" Chen Banxian asked him: "Just like the ancient tribes raised our human race in captivity."

He thought again of the fast-time world in that pillar, where the ancient people established their faith and fundamentally changed the nature of human thought.

"Forget it." Jiujiu shook his head, grabbed a basin of cloud mist, turned it into cold water, and poured it on Hun Lai's face.

"Ah! Ah!"

Hun Lai screamed and made ape noises before reacting.

He lost consciousness as soon as the back of his head rang, and he had to gather his spiritual power to fight back as soon as he woke up.

Chen Banxian picked up the imperial jar and used it again.

"when!"

Hun Lai glanced again.

"Old Jiu, bring me another basin of water." Chen Banxian shouted, regaining the familiar feeling in his hand.

Ninth did as he was told, and there was another ball of ice water.

"Ah!"

Hun Lai shouted, reacted quickly, and then started to use his spiritual power.

"when!"

Chen Banxian, with quick eyes and quick hands, yelled: "Quick! Quick! Another pot."

Hun Lai was splashed awake again.

This time, he learned the lesson and did not dare to use his spiritual power. Instead, he shouted sharply: "I'm warning you, my ancient Hunyuan tribe has...

"when!"

Jiuji glanced at Chen Banxian and said, "Brother Xian, let him finish what he said. This was important information just now."

What are the ancient mixed apes? They are curious.

The sword spirit clicked his tongue and hid aside, mourning Hun Lai in silence.

"Crash." With a familiar voice and a familiar feeling of ice on his face, Hun Lai opened his eyes and looked back without saying a word.

He must die to be a wise man.

"when!"

The sound was wrong, so Chen Banxian silently took back the jar he had hit on his head.

This bastard had no breath at all, and he accidentally beat him to death.

"Brother Xian." Jiujiu looked resentful: "This is a big fish, are you too harsh on it?"

"I didn't know that he suddenly turned around and hit his fatal point."

Chen Banxian spread his hands helplessly: "But it doesn't matter. After death, the soul is still there."

He opened his ghost eyes and reached into Hun Lai's body to feel around.

His hand seemed to be dipping into water and he quickly found a soul.

The emperor's jar has already smashed Hun Lai's soul into pieces.

The fragile soul was confused at first, but was soon awakened by Chen Banxian's two words.

"ah!"

Hun Lai screamed and realized his situation. His vision was still on the ninth body.

"What kind of secret method is this!"

Hun Lai was unwilling to give in. He kept looking behind him, hoping to see what the means were.

He could lose all consciousness in an instant.

But there was a strong restraint on his neck, making it impossible for him to turn back.

"Now, I ask and you answer."

Chen Banxian's voice rang in his ears, and the latter's soul trembled, feeling as if he was being targeted by some big terror.