Chapter 166 Demonic Refining Jiangcheng ([-])

Fu Xingyun is a person with a story.

Those who can cultivate to the false elixir realm naturally have stories to tell.

But this story of Fu Xingyun is unusual. He is different from ordinary people who cultivate immortality. He cultivated very late.

In the mortal world, he is a noble son and a member of the royal family.

At the age of 20, he kept a low profile and was trying to seize the throne, and he was almost successful.

On the eve of victory, he gave up.

Because he discovered a inheritance, discovered by accident.

Moreover, this technique suits him very well.

He gave up the throne without hesitation, found a valley, and stayed alone for five years! After coming out, he killed all his relatives and family members, and the foundation was successfully built! That night, along with his foundation building, his clan was destroyed and his country was shattered.

But he doesn't regret it at all.

His cultivation is crazy, but he is very calm. He plans everything before taking action. The preliminary preparations last for decades, and he can close the net in an instant!

He had been planning this martial arts conference since the last time. Jiangcheng was the place he had chosen among dozens of cities as his place to form pills.

Thinking of the chain formation in the inheritance, the corner of his mouth curled up.

Although this method hurt Tianhe, he never skimped on means.

There is only one thing he has to do, become an immortal! Immortal is his goal! —— "How did you come?"

"Hey, old guy, you're here too."

A proud and rugged old man, although his body is a bit thin, the long sword on his back vaguely reveals his extraordinary character.

At this time, the old man was fighting with a Taoist with an immortal style.

"Tell me, did you also hear the news?"

"Monks don't lie, old guy, I don't know what you are talking about!"

"Hey, you're such an awesome guy, I'll give you some face, right? How about we practice?"

"Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate!"

After saying a word of honor, the old Taoist waved his whisk, but he ignored this guy again.

Hey, this old man is quite a wonderful person. He doesn't move his hands or legs, he just makes a noise with his mouth, and only makes these three popular corpses jump.

"We are all half dead, old guy, please stop for a while."

"I don't know anything. I only know one thing. Someone is up to something!"

"Niubi, don't be aggressive, I don't believe you can hold it back. What I heard this time is that your life will be extended by 20 years!"

The two of them were walking in the street as if there was no one around, and the things they talked about were a bit shocking.

After a while, a middle-aged man wearing dark but gorgeous robes and a majestic face walked over.

"I've met Master Qi Jue! Taoist Master Qingsong! My husband has set up a table of wine and food at the inn not far away, especially for the two seniors!"

"My husband once said that everything you two want to know will be revealed over the wine table."

"What a coincidence. Can I ask for a drink?"

At this time, an old man next to him spoke.

He doesn't look young anymore, but his appearance is really handsome.

Even though there was no flesh on his face, only a bone statue, and a lot of wrinkles, you could still tell that this man was handsome, with a lot of silver hair in his hair, and he took care of it in an orderly manner.

With his hands behind his back, he walked as if he had practiced it. He looked like he had a very beautiful gait, revealing his style.

"Old Mo!" The middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes turned around when he saw someone speaking, but was shocked. He quickly handed over his hands, but cold sweat broke out from behind. He also had some sense of Qi. Yes, the man in front of him seemed like an ordinary old man in his eyes.

But seeing this man's face, how could he not know that this man is the ancestor of the famous Songhu Mo family, Mr. Mo! "What did Mr. Mo say? My husband must be overjoyed when he knows you are coming. Mr. Mo, please!"

A group of several people, led by this middle-aged man, went to a restaurant together.

There were passers-by and companions muttering to each other.

"Who are these people? They are so proud that the leader of the Black Dragon Society comes out to greet them in person, and they are so indifferent."

His companion quickly covered his mouth.

"You don't want to die!"

"The man with the long sword on his back is Master Qi Jue of Jingzhou! He was the master decades ago! The Qixuan Sect he founded has become dominant in the entire Jingzhou, and several neighboring states and counties are also in within its sphere of influence."

"It may seem inconspicuous, but he is a well-deserved leader in the northwest. He once killed two grandmasters with a single sword a few decades ago!"

"Now my skills are probably at their peak!"

"That one, who seems to have a very bad temper, is the Supreme Elder of the Cangxuan Sect. He was also a figure from decades ago. He was the grandmaster from decades ago. Who was the Cangxuan Sect back then and the Taoism in the east of the Yue Kingdom? I don’t know how to give three points of thin noodles.”

"It's because Taoist Qingsong came to discuss Taoism at home when he was young, and he came up with it!"

The companion's eyes were full of horror!

Seeing that this companion knew how powerful he was, he let go.

At this time, the passerby saw that his companion had no intention of continuing, so he urged him a little.

What about the old man at the end? Why are not you talking? He immediately bumped his shoulder against the body next door.

The next door hid for a while.

At this time, a man next to him carrying a long sword smiled, patted the two of them on the shoulders, and said with a smile.

"The reputation of the last one is not inferior to that of the two famous figures in the world, but his reputation is in the south, and you don't know much about him."

"His nickname is the Demonic Silver Hand!"

"He is the ancestor of the Mo family in Songhu, Lanzhou. Not many people know his name anymore, and he became famous very early."

"She seems to be the easiest to talk to, but remember, don't offend her if you encounter her."

"He is much less classy than the other two."

He said and sighed.

The two nodded confusedly.

The man with the sword on his back left, but his feet were slightly lame when he left.

Thinking about the small talk just now, the two of them shuddered, looked at each other, and ran away in despair.

Obviously, sometimes, just by looking at the excitement, you may see a disaster that is not too big or too small.

The one carrying the sword has obviously encountered this magic silver hand. This leg, I'm afraid it is a small lesson, but it is a small lesson to other people's magic silver hand. For him, I am afraid it will be ruined. His dream of martial arts ruined his life.

But, who cares.

This is a life and death business.

The group of people who went to the inn knew that they would inevitably be talked about, but these few people were the proud sons of heaven and were used to being talked about, so how could they care about this.

"Old Mo, why did you come here?"

The handsome-looking old man spoke in an orderly manner, and his speaking speed was neither urgent nor slow, but the smile on his face was a little bitter.

"Oh, my descendants are unworthy, so I can only trouble my old bones to run away."

(End of this chapter)