Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

No one likes being tied up, let alone Ning Huaishan's fiery temper...

What's more, he was tied up with his least favorite Doctor Wusheng.

He was so angry that when he was dragged into the inn, he opened his mouth to scold people, but as soon as the word dry came out, it met Tiansu Shangxian's cold face.

...

Ning Huaishan was still cowardly. He pursed his lips, scolded the ancestral title behind Qian, and said to Doctor Wusheng, Why are you squeezing me?

Doctor Wusheng had no misfortune, and he was no match for him, so he didn't have the same knowledge as him, and said, I don't want to, there are really too many people.

There are indeed many people.

This inn is not very large, with a total of three floors with a mezzanine. The most spacious place is the lobby on the first floor, where they are gathered at this time.

Doctor Wusheng took a cursory scan and found that there were four long pillars in the hall, each of which was tied with several people, all of them were disciples of the Feng family who were dressed and dressed, and each one had a talisman on his forehead, which looked funny and humiliating. ——

The younger ones were flushed redder than the other, whether they were anxious or angry.

The older man simply closed his eyes and saw no one, and his face was drawn longer than a donkey.

This is not counting the wave that was just bundled up...

The culprit, Tiansu Shangxian, stood with his sword in his arms, leaning against the counter with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and the sword qi that bound people wrapped around his hands.

He didn't move his fingers, but the sword energy was circling back and forth between his fingers. If this is on someone else's finger, it will appear a little careless. In his place, in addition to that cold and rigid body, he added a somewhat unfathomable sense of oppression.

The Feng family members who were shouting received the sound as soon as they entered the lobby, and fell silent under this kind of oppression.

Even Yi Wusheng rarely encountered such a bully scene. He was speechless for a while and whispered softly: This...this is really...

Ning Huaishan adapted well, and whispered, It really doesn't look like a high immortal could do it.

Doctor Wusheng thought for a while and said, Is it... Zhaoye City's style?

Ning Huaishan: Fart! The way of Zhaoye City is not to put a talisman on the head, it is not certain whether there is a head or not.

...

Doctor Wusheng said the same.

Ning Huaishan gave a uh and began to stretch out his head to probe his brain. He felt that his family's city master was also present.

He didn't know how to be safe at all, but a few Feng family members nearby were going crazy...

mad.

Looking at the audience, the rope tied to the disciples of the Feng family was the Feng family's own rope. The talisman paper pasted on the foreheads of the disciples of the Feng family is the throat sealing talisman of the Feng family.

How embarrassing how embarrassing it is!

The woman named Feng Shulan pinched her slender fingers and calmly flicked the leading man.

The man frowned and stared at Xiao Fuxuan not far away, looking like he didn't notice. But the fingers tied behind him tapped lightly on the ground to show an echo.

That is the secret method of sound transmission of the Feng family.

The man knocked calmly, but his face was ashen.

He asked in a secret way, How come there are so many disciples here?!

Feng Shulan also replied with a secret method: Elder Huiming, I told you before...

Although she was born beautiful, she was too worried, and her face showed a little tiredness. Especially when being questioned by a man, the curvature of his smiling lips turned downward.

Feng Huiming moved his teeth and wiped the blood from the back of his hand, saying, When you sent a message, I had a visitor, so I couldn't be distracted.

Feng Shulan: Are you really a guest? I just wanted to ask, Elder, you seem to be injured?

Feng Huiming: It's okay, old injury. You say yours.

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Feng Shulan pursed her red lips, but did not ask any further questions. Instead, he explained what happened before: Originally, Luohuashan City was just a little trouble, and it has happened in the past. As usual, a few younger disciples came to take a look and clean up the mess.

Who knows that the little disciple will never return.

Not long after that, the Feng Family Disciple Hall received a distress talisman with a rather dashing font inside—

Your little disciple was tied up, come and save people.

After all, the Feng family is also a well-known immortal sect. What scene have you not seen? But seeing that style of distress talisman, I was still stunned for a while.

This kind of small disciple is trapped, it is not small, but it is not big. Disciple Hall is quite experienced in handling it, and immediately sent seven or eight older disciples to look for it.

The result was a brace.

Disciple Hall received another distress talisman, still in that dashing font—

These are also tied up, don't send the children away anymore, and have something to call the shots.

As the Immortal Chief of the Disciple Hall, Feng Shulan was one of those who could call the shots.

However, she has been ill in recent days. The disciples did not want to disturb her, and they were also a little excited, so they immediately sent four golden-patterned disciples to look for her.

The Jinwen disciples are all the best among the young disciples, and any one of them can handle it alone, let alone four!

As a result, all four were folded in.

When the third distress talisman was delivered to Feng's house, Disciple Hall did not dare not to hand it up. The font on the distress talisman is still--

It seems that your disciples are too many.

Before handing it to Feng Shulan, the disciple replied with a talisman asking—

Who exactly is at fault?

They thought that there would be no response to this letter, but who knew they would actually accept it

arrive. This time, the font on the talisman paper was changed, and it was as sharp as a knife, and only three words were returned——

Xiao Fuxuan

Not to mention the disciple hall, even Feng Shulan was dumbfounded when he received it.

Until this moment, Feng Shulan was stabbed into the inn by the golden light sword, and she couldn't understand: This day, the immortals only act on the orders of heaven, and they have always dealt with the most vicious and evil demons, why? Will it be difficult for us to get along with this world? It doesn't make sense.

Feng Huiming's face became more and more ugly when he heard her talk about it.

Feng Shulan stared at him for a while, and then asked with a secret method: Elder Huiming, I always only take my disciples, don't ask about other things, and don't care about other things. But... If there is really some kind of way, I still know if I'm bothered. Let me know. I don't want to be a ghost.

Feng Huiming: Whatever you say, how can you involve a ghost who died unjustly.

He was silent for a moment, changed his tone a little, and said with relief: Let's have a good fairy sect, if there is anything that can't get along with the fairy, don't think about it. As far as I have heard, this Tiansu Shangxian's behavior is originally. Unlike the immortals of Lingtai, they don't talk about pity and compassion, and they can solve things with swords. , it does make people feel that it is difficult to distinguish between friends and enemies. But Xiandu and our Xianmen are always on one side, don't panic.

He said this, and his face was really relieved. At first glance, it seemed that it was a misunderstanding.

Feng Shulan had doubts about what he said, but she also felt right about one sentence—Xiandu and Xianmen were always on the same side, and Xiao Fuxuan was an immortal no matter what.

My goodness, no matter how cold-hearted you are, there is a limit.

If you think about it, the shopkeeper and the second child of the inn aren't tied up!

Feng Shulan thought so in her heart, and looked at the shopkeeper and the fat boy behind the counter, only to find that the two were shivering with their sleeves on.

Feng Shulan: ...

She watched for a while, and suddenly had an ominous premonition.

This premonition soon became heavier—

She noticed that two of the bound people were not disciples of the Feng family. At first she thought it had been accidentally tied in by mistake. After a sniff, I noticed something unusual.

One of them is obviously a demon, and the other is not very popular.

As soon as she noticed this, she saw Tiansu Shangxian's sword move.

A dazzling sword energy broke through the wind and went straight to the two!

No matter whether it was Feng Shulan or Feng Huiming, at that moment, it was calm and calm. Demons were found in the crowd, and it was normal to kill them directly if they could beat them.

But the next moment, they were all stunned.

Because Xiao Fuxuan's sword energy wedged into the crowd and landed exactly on the person who was obviously a demon, he heard the sound of Qiang, and golden light splashed. The demon was tied loosely and stood up unscathed...

The disciples of the Feng family filled the hall: ???

Immediately after that, there was another clanging sound, and the unpopular bundle next to the demon loosened, and also stood up...

The most frightening thing is that the demon who was born with the appearance of a teenager jumped up and did not rush out. Instead, he walked through the crowd towards the sky and asked, Sir, is my city owner also in the store?

In the legend, Xiao Fuxuan, who cherishes words like gold, actually answered him, raised his chin and said, Upstairs.

The Feng Shulan people were all dumbfounded.

The disciples of the Feng family were bewildered by this incident. Whether they were wearing the throat seal or not, they all looked at Feng Shulan and Feng Huiming. Under the riots, it is obvious who is the backbone.

Before Feng Shulan could react, she saw that Su Shangxian raised her eyelids and looked over here.

A gust of wind suddenly swept over.

Feng Shulan tilted her head to avoid it, opened her eyes again, and saw that all the bound disciples around her were swept away by the wall, and the huge shop was instantly vacant, leaving only her and Feng Huiming...

Immobilized and helpless.

And Xiao Fuxuan, who was originally in front of the counter, was already standing in front of them.

He pointed the tip of his sword to the ground, and said coldly, Is the caller here?

At that moment, Feng Shulan felt a thousand pressures.

Her throat tightened, unable to speak, but turned to look at Feng Huiming. When the head of the Feng family was inconvenient, the elder Feng Huiming was always in charge.

However, Feng Huiming's face was like golden paper at this time, and his lips were white. He looked up at Xiao Fuxuan, opened and closed his lips several times, and finally found his own voice: I don't know... I don't know if Tiansu is looking for my door... What's the matter?

What do you think? Xiao Fuxuan held the hilt of his sword and squatted down halfway. His indifferent eyes swept around the inn, and his meaning was clearly written on his face - it's all in this shop, what do you think I asked? what's the matter.

When he wasn't squatting, he had a condescending feeling, but when he squatted down, the coercion actually increased, because his eyes were closer, so he looked at you halfway,

Feng Huiming was watched for a while, and his whole body solidified into a rock, extremely rigid.

He moved his gaze to the side, trying to avoid his breath, but found that he might as well avoid it...

Because he caught a glimpse of another person coming down from the second floor of the inn.

The man was wearing a cloak, looked here from a distance, and said, The one who decides can't sit still anymore?

The lights on the other side of the stairs did not shine, it was a little dark, and the facial features of the person who went downstairs could not be clearly seen. It wasn't until the man came close that Feng Huiming could see his eyebrows clearly...

Look

In that instant, Feng Huiming collapsed.

The collapse could not be covered, and it was directly exposed on the face, so that Wu Xingxue was stunned.

He looked at Xiao Fuxuan and said with a puzzled mouth: Am I so scary?

He put his arms around the stove and bent over to look at Feng Huiming, hiding all his doubts and strangeness, and calmly taking advantage of the situation to intimidate: Well, there is no other purpose in attracting you, I just want to ask you, Feng Huiming. What does your home have to do with the forbidden place behind this inn?

As a result, he saw Feng Huiming clutching his injured hand, looking at him with an expression of you might as well shark me, and said, Over an hour ago, you obviously asked me the exact same question! !!

Are you having a problem? ! !

Feng Huiming thought to himself.