Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

In the back mountain of Qingyuan Sect, Qiqi squatted beside Fang Qingyuan's calf, looking at Xiong Feng in front of her, whose body was as big as a mountain but full of wrinkles, with a look of worry on her face.

At this moment, Xiong Feng's breath was obviously unstable, which for a Nascent Soul being, it was already a sign that he could no longer control it.

Fang Qingyuan's face was also solemn. Before, Xiong Feng fought alone against two Nascent Souls of He Huanzong, and was also suppressed by the Tianyuan formation. Xiong Feng had also reached his limit.

Xiong Feng didn't care about the exposed wounds on his body. He drank the wine sent by Fang Qingyuan and said in a very arrogant tone:

"That pair of bastards, what the hell are they cultivating the great way of 'bisexuality'? If they attack together, even a late Nascent Soul cultivator can't withstand it. But I fought my way out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses. I've seen all kinds of big scenes. It's just a fatal injury. It doesn't matter!"

The wine seeped out from the wound in Xiong Feng's abdomen, mixed with blood, and flowed into a small stream.

Fang Qingyuan knew that He Huanzong was not someone to be trifled with, but he did not expect that Xiong Feng could be injured to this extent.

Now he was a little hesitant, wondering whether his decision to return to Baishan to deal with the matter was correct.

Xiong Feng seemed to see Fang Qingyuan's hesitation. He threw the wine jar in his hand and shouted:

"You hesitated? Things have come to this point, what else do you want? I am willing to risk my life for you, what are you worried about?"

Fang Qingyuan was scolded by Xiong Feng, Qiqi whispered to the side:

"Ancestor, Sect Master Fang is worried about you."

Xiong Feng was even more angry when he saw Qiqi interrupting. He yelled at Qiqi:

"Shut up, I'm not dead yet, and you're so biased towards him. It's been hundreds of years, but you still can't form a baby, and you haven't made any progress at all."

After being yelled at by Xiong Feng, tears began to gather in Qiqi's eyes. No matter how high her cultivation level was, she still had the mentality of a child in front of Xiong Feng.

At this time Fang Qingyuan discovered that Xiong Feng was not in a good state. He was not like this before. Thinking about He Huanzong's skills, Fang Qingyuan concluded that although Xiong Feng's external injuries were serious, the injuries in his soul were even more troublesome.

His emotions were obviously affected. He Huanzong was best at manipulating sexual desire, and Xiong Feng had fallen into his trap.

So Fang Qingyuan had an idea and took out from his immortal palace the ink painting of mountains and rivers left by Ji Yu from the Southern Foreign Affairs Academy of the Great Zhou Academy. This painting was a token of Ji Yu's thoughts after he watched the battle between the old lion and the garrison commander of the Beast Taming Sect in the Qingyuan Sect and was instigated by Tu Wuzhao to stop it.

This picture was written by Ji Yu. It has the effect of suppressing inner demons and sorting out the soul. Among the four treasures on the scene, this picture is the best.

Sure enough, after Fang Qingyuan took out the picture and unfolded it in front of Xiong Feng, a righteous aura emerged from the scroll and automatically pounced on Xiong Feng. The next breath, the dirty breath was completely cleared away.

Then Xiong Feng was obviously stunned, and then looked at the aggrieved Qiqi, with a hesitant expression, and finally he covered his stomach and pretended to be in pain.

Seeing Xiong Feng return to normal, Fang Qingyuan continued to leave the map here. Perhaps there were still potential turbid currents hidden in Xiong Feng's heart, and it would be good to calm it down for a long time.

Then Fang Qingyuan took Qiqi out and let Xiong Feng rest and recuperate. According to Xiong Feng's current injuries, he would not be able to take action in the short term.

After leaving the cave, Fang Qingyuan said to Qiqi:

"Don't take Brother Xiong's words to heart. He was out of control for a moment, and his inner demons were haunting him, so he acted without restraint."

Qiqi looked at Fang Qingyuan sadly, then replied:

"These are not words spoken in anger at all. He must have been holding these words in his heart for a long time. I am the child he most hopes for, but just as he said, hundreds of years have passed and we still cannot have a baby. I have disappointed him so much."

Fang Qingyuan secretly sighed inwardly. How should he say something like this?

Now is not the time to resolve the rift between father and daughter, as there is a large army approaching outside.

Fortunately, Sikong Ji came to his rescue and brought him some not-so-bad news.

When the disciples gave Fang Qingyuan the letter from Sikong Ji, Fang Qingyuan said to himself:

"Finally, there's a turning point, but will it be another deep pit?"

In front of the two armies, there was still the familiar big tent. Fang Qingyuan started negotiations with Sikong Ji again, but this time, Fang Qingyuan found something wrong.

Sikong Ji was actually standing behind another person. When this person lifted up his bamboo hat, Fang Qingyuan was shocked, and then his face was full of determination.

With a slip of his hand, Tian Chang's hand order was already in his palm, ready to be activated at any time. In response to Fang Qingyuan's reaction, the man spoke calmly with a face as illusory as a star:

"Master Fang, don't panic. I came here to put an end to this matter. Since you have the order from City Lord Tian, ​​I will naturally not attack you. Otherwise, once this order is issued, I will be in trouble."

The person who came was none other than Sikong Zhou, the ancestor of Baishan Zhaixing Pavilion. It was rumored that he had already reached the late Nascent Soul stage, and was the one with the highest level of cultivation among all the Nascent Soul cultivators in Baishan.

Just now Fang Qingyuan didn't notice anything wrong at all. Now he thought that if Sikong Zhou attacked secretly, he would not even have the chance to use the Chutian Changshou Order.

Apparently Sikong Zhou also had to explain the past to Tian Chang, so he was so polite. However, Fang Qingyuan was not sure about the limits of his patience and tolerance.

"It's a good thing that we can sit down and talk. To be honest, Fang Qingyuan, you have refreshed my understanding of you."

Fang Qingyuan, Qiqi and Xiong Ba sat on the other side of the tent, while Sikong Zhou sat alone opposite him. Behind him stood Sikong Ji, Chai Yi, and Zhong Xingjun of He Huanzong.

The rest of the Jindan cultivators were not qualified to stand behind him and were all left outside the tent to serve as gatekeepers.

After briefly praising Fang Qingyuan, Sikong Zhou said:

"Things have developed to this point, which has exceeded everyone's expectations. Let's end this matter here. You are valued by City Lord Tian, ​​and you want to leave Baishan. That's fine, but you have to make corresponding compensation."

Fang Qingyuan nodded in agreement. He was even secretly happy in his heart that it would be best if he could pay for it.

Perhaps seeing what Fang Qingyuan was thinking, Sikong Zhou began... But.

"But you can't leave so easily. You just need to pay the money to leave Baishan. Who will care about the rules of Baishan in the future? So you have to prove that you have the capital to leave first."

Fang Qingyuan asked doubtfully:

"How to prove it?"

At this time Sikong Ji took over the conversation, took a half step forward and said respectfully:

"Three rounds of life-and-death gambling, best of three. If you win, you can leave. If you lose, you have to go up the mountain obediently."

"Only for Jindan level, you can take action. In the first two rounds, each side can designate an opponent, and the last round is a blind choice."

"Perhaps you can try to use this warrant to see if you can take the entire Qingyuan Sect away from Baishan."

After Sikong Ji finished speaking, Fang Qingyuan was speechless for a moment. What was this?

He said that you can go, but you have to win the fight. If I don’t want to fight, will Sikong Zhou attack me and take me up the mountain? And how much effect will Tian Chang’s order have?

All of this is unknown. If he doesn't dare, will Sikong Zhou use this as an excuse to find a reason for Tian Chang to hold him accountable? I guess Tian Chang doesn't like people who lack courage.

But if we were to have a gambling fight, who should we send out, Qiqi or Xiong Ba? Are they sure to win?

Since Sikong Ji took the initiative to propose it, he must have found good people. Using the entire Baishan Golden Elixir reserves to fight against Qingyuan Sect, our chances of winning are slim no matter how you look at it. Otherwise, why not just fight it out?

Fang Qingyuan's mind was spinning rapidly. He was thinking, if he could ask for help, who could come to help? Situ Jingyu? Chu Duo? Or could he go to Tian Chang to borrow someone?

"How is it? How have you thought about it? Who are you going to send out in the first round, or are you going to do it yourself?"

Sikong Ji's words made people feel very annoyed. At this time, Qiqi pulled Fang Qingyuan's sleeve and whispered:

"Let me play in the first round, I will definitely win!"

Fang Qingyuan looked at Qiqi and saw the firm belief in her eyes. This was a consciousness that she was willing to sacrifice her life for. He hesitated.

"Report! Le Chuan, the leader of the Baishan Beast Taming Sect from the outside world, wants to enter and is intruding. Please tell me how to deal with him, old ancestor."

Sikong Ji frowned and was about to speak when Fang Qingyuan shouted decisively:

"This is my mentor. What do you mean by trespassing? Watch your words. Qiqi Xiongba, let's go out and greet him."

Chai Yi and Zhong Hangjun remained silent. They watched the scene in front of them quietly, as if it had nothing to do with them.

Seeing that Sikong Ji wanted to speak more, Sikong Zhou gently waved his hand to stop him. He always admired people who respected their teachers.

"Let's welcome him together. He is a monk from the Beast Taming Sect after all. We can't be disrespectful to him."

With Sikong Zhou's words, everyone followed Fang Qingyuan and walked out of the tent. As soon as they walked out of the tent, they saw Le Chuan talking with Fang Qingyuan, and then he cast a kind look over here.

Suddenly, Chai Yi's heart skipped a beat, and then he quietly hid behind Zhong Xingjun.

The two parties stood still, Le Chuan protected Fang Qingyuan behind him, and then said to Si Kong Zhou:

"It was my selfish desire that led Fang Qingyuan to Baishan. Now that he wants to leave, I, as his master, should also take responsibility for the mistakes I made back then."

"How about this, instead of having a three-match life-and-death duel or a best-of-three match, let's just have one round to decide the winner. How about I compete with you?"

Sikong Ji burst out laughing and blurted out:

"Why?"

But Le Chuan didn't even look at him, but instead fixed his gaze on Si Kong Zhou, and continued:

"I'm not talking to Sikong Ji, but to you, Sikong Zhou. I want to challenge you. Of course, there is a huge gap between us, so it's not fair for me. How about this? If I can force you back a mile from here, you will admit defeat, okay?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Before Sikong Ji could finish his words, he was interrupted by Sikong Zhou. He stared at Lechuan seriously, as if he wanted to see Lechuan's hidden card. He didn't understand why Lechuan was so confident.

Chai Yi looked at his old friend in disbelief. Is this still the old fox who cherishes his life and hides a dagger behind his smile?

Fang Qingyuan couldn't believe his ears. He knew Le Chuan was good to him, but in this situation, Le Chuan resolutely made such a request. Who could understand him?

"Do you believe me? Qingyuan!"

Le Chuan turned and asked Fang Qingyuan in a low voice, and Fang Qingyuan looked at the kindness in Le Chuan's eyes and put his doubts aside.

"I believe in you, Master!"

Le Chuan's nose felt sore, and then he continued:

"I let you down once before, and I could never get over the knot in my heart. Later you forgave me, but I know it was because you pitied me, not because you had gotten rid of the knot in your heart. Now I am Lechuan, and I will use this to make up for the mistake I made back then."

Fang Qingyuan didn't expect that Lechuan still couldn't get over the Xiong Feng incident. Although that was true, he had almost forgotten it.

"Master, you don't have to be like this. I really don't hold a grudge against you."

"I know, I know, but I just can't get over it. Don't try to persuade me. If I can't resolve this knot in my heart, I won't be able to form a baby even if I practice for hundreds of years. Let me resolve this inner demon myself. Qingyuan, you must live a good life after you leave Baishan."

"Master, I..."

Le Chuan pushed Fang Qingyuan away and yelled at Si Kong Zhou:

"Come on, are you afraid of me? I, Lechuan, will cross the border to fight the enemy today and become a legend in Baishan that will last for thousands of years."

Sikong Zhou looked at Lechuan with admiration. He slowly flew to a high altitude and bowed to Lechuan.

Lechuan laughed loudly and stretched out his hand to swallow the Seven-Layer Ascension Order he got from Kaershu into his stomach. As soon as the insect beast entered Lechuan's body, it came to life, and then stretched out its hundreds of sharp claws, inserted into Lechuan's flesh and blood, and began to absorb everything including magic power, spiritual energy, blood, and vitality.

Then he drilled into Lechuan's back, dissolved Lechuan's spine, and used his body as a temporary bridge between heaven and earth.

In an instant, an aura far beyond the Jindan cultivation level came from Lechuan. At this moment, Lechuan's hair and beard were flying, and his white clothes were flying in the wind. He looked back at Fang Qingyuan again, and then rushed into the sky with determination.

Above, Sikong Zhou watched Le Chuan's actions quietly without taking the initiative to attack. He saw that Le Chuan was determined to die, and he felt that he should give him the dignity he deserved.

But Le Chuan wanted to defeat him in this way. Sikong Zhou shook his head secretly, thinking that Le Chuan looked down on him too much.

Or maybe he thought too highly of himself, which was a pity for the relationship between master and disciple.

While Sikong Zhou was thinking about this, Le Chuan had already arrived at a place parallel to him, and thanked him:

"Thank you for waiting, but I still have some preparations to complete."

Sikong Zhou could not deny it, but in the next breath, his originally calm star face began to distort.

Just because of this world, a ruthless and magnificent will suddenly descended, and then stared at Lechuan firmly, while the corner of his eye glanced at him.

"what!"

This was the first time Sikong Zhou lost his composure. He didn't even bother to look at Le Chuan anymore. The next moment, his figure disappeared without a trace.

At this time, accompanied by thunder thousands of miles away in the sky, Lechuan's laughter was full of madness.