Yun Qishen

"Don't even think about running! We in the Nanlu Xianzong are not done with you, tell me your name if you dare!" The short junior brother used the Thousand Swords Spin move to directly block all the escape routes of the evil spirit.

"Hey, fellow Taoist, it wasn't the little Taoist who killed this man. You shouldn't vent your emotions on the little Taoist." Dai Qi smiled to ease the embarrassment. The group of people in front of him should know who the murderer is, but they are unwilling to admit that they let the murderer go and admit their own incompetence.

Dai Qi noticed the piece of jade in the pavilion and asked quickly, "However, how much do you plan to sell the jade behind you for?"

The short junior brother gritted his teeth and became even more angry, "Is this the time to talk about this? If you hadn't been fighting outside, my senior brother wouldn't have died! I want you, a bunch of inferior cultivators, to pay for my senior brother's life!"

As he spoke, the immortal swords flying in the air attacked the evil spirit.

"Hey, hey, hey, a low-class cultivator?" Dai Qi couldn't help but sigh as he dodged with black energy, "Isn't it too tragic that he could be beheaded by a low-class cultivator in one move? Tsk tsk tsk."

Dai Qi dodged three or four rounds of attacks from the short junior brother safely, and finally flashed directly in front of the short junior brother.

"You!" The short junior brother was so frightened that he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Dai Qi raised his hand and patted the junior fellow on the shoulder, "Let me be frank, are you going to sell this piece of jade?"

"Do not sell!"

"Well."

The short junior brother made a move to deflect the evil spirit, and the evil spirit retreated and immediately made a hand gesture, and a whirlpool appeared behind him. At the same time, a whirlpool wrapped in black air also appeared next to the huge piece of clear jade.

The evil spirit used its body-piercing vortex to swallow up the entire piece of pure jade right under the eyes of those Fengnan immortal disciples.

"What?!" The short and short junior brother tried to defend in shock, but he was still a step too late.

Before leaving, Dai Qi even provocatively left behind a bag of high-quality spirit stones and waved his hand, "Bye."

When that junior brother attacked, the whirlpool disappeared completely.

"Damn it! Find these two weirdos for me! Report them to the leader! The Nanlu Xianzong will never let this go!"

-

On the Chamber of Commerce street, Fu Quxiao was discussing the next course of action with his fellow junior fellow apprentices.

"Then let's take a short break and go find the entrance to the secret realm together in an hour."

"Okay, senior brother."

As everyone was about to head to an inn specially set up for cultivators to rest, a black vortex-piercing spell appeared directly in front of them.

"What is this?" Cui Sanping pushed Fu Quxiao away and looked curiously at the gradually growing black vortex, "Body-piercing spell?!"

"This is the first time I've seen such a high-level spell...but why is it black..." Luan Shichun on the side was more puzzled than curious. This black energy should be a power possessed by evil cultivators or the demons from Jiangbang.

Cui Sanping was getting closer and closer. Just when Luan Shichun wanted to stop him from getting too close, Dai Qi appeared with a face, "Wow!"

"Scared!" Cui Sanping was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his voice trembling, "Who is playing tricks!"

Fu Quxiao, who was standing at the side, looked at the half of the evil spirit emerging from the vortex and smiled as if it was nothing special. "Seventh Master... stop messing around."

Dai Qi glanced at Cui Sanping on the ground and Luan Shichun who was alert and ready to fight at any time, then turned to look at Fu Quxiao and asked, "Who are they?"

"Disciples of Tingcha Mountain Sect, we have found the entrance to the secret realm, but we heard from them that the entrance is guarded by cultivators from Fengnan and no one is allowed to enter, so..."

Before Fu Quxiao could finish his words, Dai Qi interrupted him.

"Okay, okay, I understand." Dai Qi continued, "I will go back to the sect first. I will tell you before I leave. I will come back after I finish dealing with the sect's affairs."

"Oh, okay. Take care, Seventh Uncle." After Fu Quxiao bowed respectfully, the evil spirit returned to the vortex, and in the blink of an eye the vortex disappeared.

Luan Shichun finally relaxed. He approached Fu Quxiao and asked tentatively, "That man is your uncle... that's not..."

"What is it?" Fu Quxiao understood this misunderstanding very well. He remembered that he had encountered this kind of misunderstanding when he accompanied his seventh uncle down the mountain to handle a mission. The situation at that time was much worse than it is now. "I thought it was some evil cultivator. After all, there was a circle of black air around the body-piercing spell."

Luan Shichun's words immediately confirmed Fu Quxiao's guess that he had misunderstood.

"Ha, our situation is special. But our uncle is indeed a disciple of the Immortal Sect. Let's go to the inn first to discuss countermeasures."

"Okay." Luan Shichun didn't know what to say, so he had to go to Cui Sanping and pull him up. Cui Sanping just sighed that there were still people with green-gray hair in the world.

It was at this time that the short junior brother from the Nanlu Xian Sect arrived with a group of fellow disciples and surrounded Fu Quxiao and the others. The surrounding vendors quickly packed up their things and fled.

"Don't even think about running away!" the short junior brother yelled, "Surround them! Form a battle line!"

Suddenly, thousands of sword shadows appeared in the sky and rushed towards Fu Quxiao and others.

"What's going on?" Yun Qiqing frowned, and even the other Liuyun Palace disciples beside him were puzzled.

Luan Shichun drew the immortal sword from his waist and protected himself. While he was alert, he also did not forget to explain to Fu Quxiao, "They are the group of immortal cultivators from Fengnan that Sanping and I mentioned before. From the Taoist robes they wear, we can tell that they are from the Nanlu Immortal Sect."

After hearing this, Fu Quxiao signaled Luan Shichun not to act rashly. He walked forward and shouted at the short junior brother, "What are you going to do?"

"What are you doing? Kill someone and pay with your life! Of course I'm going to take your lives!" The sword shadow in the air approached, but it did not touch Fu Quxiao directly, as if there was an invisible barrier protecting them.

"We are all disciples of the Immortal Sect! If there is anything we can't talk about, fighting and killing won't solve the problem!"

After Fu Quxiao finished speaking, a disciple from Liuyun Palace spoke up.

"Besides, where did we kill anyone?"

The disciples of Nanlu Xianzong were even more furious. "You also know that you are disciples of a fairy sect! I originally thought that you were some low-level fairy sect, but now it seems that you are just a group of evil cultivators!"

"You still don't admit to killing someone! This is even more unforgivable!"

"Kill the evil cultivator! Kill!"

The opponent's momentum was growing stronger and stronger, and the disciples on Jing Lingshan's side all frowned in annoyance.

“What are you talking about, killing, killing, killing? It’s never going to end!” Yun Qiqing drew out the Xuming Sword and rushed forward to fight with him, “You attacked the disciples of the Immortal Sect for no reason. How can you be considered a righteous sect? I think you are the evil cultivators!”

"You killed our people on my territory and you still say we did it for no reason! How ridiculous! There is no point in saying more! Junior brothers, go ahead! Form a battle array!" Nan Lu's magic combined into one, and the sword shadows of the immortal swords attacked Fu Quxiao and the others one after another. Even with the barrier protecting them, the power forced them to retreat some distance.

"Three-level luck!"

"Okay!" The two people from Tingcha Mountain Gate were ready to respond with their own skills.

Yun Qiqing couldn't suppress the anger in his heart under the attack of those immortal swords, "These guys."

Seeing Yun Qiqing about to rush forward, Fu Quxiao quickly held him back, "Yun Qiqing, don't be impulsive. I'll take care of this."

As he spoke, Fu Quxiao took out a black ruler from his arms.

Yun Qiqing recognized the ruler; it was Taoist Chengyun's magic weapon.

"This is... Second Master's ruler."

"Well, my master gave it to me before I left. I thought I wouldn't run into such trouble. I guess... it's Uncle Seventh Master's fault. He wouldn't kill all the disciples of the Immortal Sect..." Fu Quxiao thought there must be a misunderstanding. In short, if he and Daiqi were to work together to complete the mission, misunderstandings would be inevitable.

"No wonder he ran so fast just now. He must have something to hide." Yun Qiqing couldn't help but roll his eyes again. Why would his brother like such a thing? No, Yun Qishen is not his brother now.

"Let's talk about Uncle Seventh Master later. Let's deal with them first." Fu Quxiao pointed the black ruler at the Nanlu disciples and chanted a spell quickly, "The ruler is set at three thousand——"

With a loud bang, everyone except Fu Zhuxiao stood still.

Fu Quxiao smiled awkwardly at Yun Qiqing's complaining look, "Sorry, sorry, I used too much force, haha." (End of this chapter)