Immortal Master Invincible

Chapter 352 Visiting Kunlun
When Yun Chengzi hung up the phone, his face was blue.

Although the other party just mentioned this matter casually, did not and did not dare to really pursue the matter, and even did not mention the matter of the offering, but being slapped in the face is slapped in the face.

He is a dignified elder of Kunlun, originally he just took the opportunity to make some extra money, and he was guaranteed a ticket, but something went wrong, this old face is really a bit embarrassing.

"Huh..." Yun Chengzi took a few deep breaths, and his face looked a little better.

After gathering his composure, Yun Chengzi went out and reported the matter to the head master Chi Chengzi.

After listening, Chi Chengzi's face was also quite ugly, his face was full of frost, and he said in a cold voice: "Are you sure Fang Xiaonan didn't make a move?"

"No, Fang Xiaonan confirmed that he didn't do anything, it was someone else! But who it is, I haven't found out yet!" Yun Chengzi said slowly.

"As long as he doesn't make a move, it doesn't make any sense for anyone to make a move!" Chi Chengzi's face gradually became gloomy, he snorted softly, looked down at the ground, and after a long time, he finally shook his hand and said, "That's it!"

"Yes!"

Yun Chengzi responded softly and walked out.

Standing at the entrance of the main hall, looking at the bloody sunset to the west of the car, Yun Chengzi was silent for a while, then turned and left.

In Qingyun Town, at the foot of Tianji Mountain, a monument with a height of [-] meters is quite conspicuous.

"Hey, who are you scaring! I have made a profit for myself, and I am afraid that others will get a little bit of it!"

A bald man spat fiercely at the stele, waved his hand with a snort, and said, "Go! Let's go in!"

"Yes, Uncle Master!" The two young men who followed behind responded in unison, holding up their weapons, and followed the bald head into the mist with big strides.

An hour later, another group of people came over.

An old man walking in front looked at the stele, his face showing a trace of solemnity, he turned his head and said in a deep voice: "Xi Ming and Fang Luo are waiting outside, and the rest are ready to follow me in, so don't be careless." , if you find something is wrong, quit immediately!"

"Yes!" A few people behind promised in a deep voice, drew out their weapons, took out Dao Talismans, formed a defensive formation, and slowly stepped into the mist.

In this way, four or five groups of people came in a row, except for one group, who saw the words on the stone tablet, hesitated for a while, and retreated, the rest of them went in with their heads held high.

The dense fog silently swallowed up batch after batch of monks like a monster.

These monks are like weights that have fallen into the water, basically they are gone forever.

The few people who stayed at the foot of the mountain to meet them gradually began to panic.

And many teams who came later and were about to enter, heard that there were more than a dozen people trapped inside, and after no one came out, they all wisely stopped entering.

At this time, the eyes of everyone looking at the stele finally became more dignified and a little more reverent.

Fang Xiaonan often stays in the countryside during this time.

Playing boxing, fishing every day, and helping Fangfu take care of the vegetable garden and flower garden, it is a rare leisure.

"All comrades in the cultivation world, please see the imitation inspector!"

Fang Xiaonan was sitting by the river fishing at this time, but suddenly someone behind him whispered carelessly.

Frowning slightly, imitating Xiaonan stretching out his hand to lift the fishing rod, nodding to his doubtful father, he stood up.

Looking at the six or seven people in front of him, imitating Xiaonan, he said calmly: "What's the matter!"

"Imitate to the Inspector, I'll take the liberty to bother you, and ask the Inspector to help!" A middle-aged man in the lead begged with a mournful face and cupped his hands respectfully.

"Please imitate the patrol envoy to help me and my master and senior brother!" The people behind all bowed their hands respectfully with hopes on their faces.

"Tianji Mountain?" Looking at a few people, they all nodded repeatedly, imitating Xiaonan and said in a low voice: "You didn't see the monument I erected?"

The complexions of several people changed slightly, and the leading middle-aged man said in a harsh voice: "I saw it, but...but we didn't expect it to be so serious!"

"I've already warned you, there's nothing you can do if you're greedy!" Fang Xiaonan said slowly, "I went in with that Palace Master, but in the end we could only barely get out, let's go back!"

Watching Fang Xiaonan turn back, lift the fishing rod, and throw it into the water, he ignored their intentions.

The faces of several people turned pale for a while, but they dared not speak any more.

After hesitating for a while, they finally bowed their hands respectfully and left dejectedly.

In the days that followed, Xiujie was rarely calm as water.

With the promotion of Zhao Wuxiang and Fang Mohu, the matter of Mayor Zhao SM was resolved quite quickly.

In just one month, the prisoner Zhao Sanming changed again and was successfully reinstated.

And Zhao Wuxiang also took the opportunity to take down several people, and gave some people a warning, and successfully controlled the southern province, he was the biggest winner among them.

Fang Mohu's harvest is not small, and it is a joy for everyone to have a few positions in several important departments in the province.

Fang Xiaonan was sitting in the garden at the door, with his eyes slightly closed, feeling the warm sunshine, feeling faintly drowsy.

Autumn has finally passed, and the sunshine in early winter couldn't be more refreshing.

"Jingle Bell!"

The ringtone of the mobile phone disturbed Fang Xiaonan's sleepy mood, he took a long breath, reached out to pick up the mobile phone, and connected it casually.

"You kid should be psychic soon, right?" Yang's voice came with a chuckle.

Fang Xiaonan opened his eyes with difficulty, squinted his eyes to look at the sun in the sky, and said slowly: "I guess there will be a while!"

"How long is it going to be?" Na Yang confessed: "Don't be careless, Lord Changsheng must not be underestimated!"

"I understand, if you really want to break through, you must ask the palace master to help protect the law!" Fang Xiaonan sighed and said gratefully.

After hanging up the phone, the lazy drowsiness disappeared.

Fang Xiaonan stood up, stretched his waist, looked at the time, it was only two o'clock in the afternoon, sighed involuntarily, and walked back into the house.

He touched a pill and threw it into his mouth, and then punched.

Although everything has been going well recently, one must not forget the battle, and it is better to advance to psychic as soon as possible; only with enough capital in hand can one have enough self-protection power.

Since the last incident, Chi Chengzi has spent most of the time in retreat recently, and the whole Kunlun is also quite low-key. Most of the elders have also retreated one after another, immersing themselves in self-cultivation.

On this day, a young man with a handsome face, slightly proud, and a black silk Taoist robe slowly walked up Kunlun Mountain!

The two young Kunlun disciples who were guarding the mountain gate came out, and when they saw someone coming, they went up to meet them.

"Where did fellow Taoist come from? I don't know what's the purpose of coming to my Kunlun?" The leading Kunlun disciple looked at the other party's demeanor, but he didn't dare to neglect him, and cupped his hands politely.

The young man glanced at the two of them lightly, threw a token over, and said softly, "Let your masters come out to greet you!"

(End of this chapter)