"Shuo Fangzong."

Leaning on the edge of the flying boat, Zhang Liang looked at the sky thousands of miles away, where the clouds were gloomy, and there were even ghostly voices faintly.

"Tsk, Shuo Fang Sect is worthy of being the top sect in the territory of the surrounding thirteen cities."

"I heard that their Supreme Elder, that powerful senior, hunted a Yin Si ghost of the same realm in the three thousand five hundred states, I'm afraid it won't be long before they can get the giant spirit stone vein of the Linque Mountain Range in their hands."

Zhang Liang retracted his gaze, turned his head and looked at the young monk in front of him with a smile, "So, this is the reason why Ning Daoyou is willing to give up the ice and snow gold worth millions of spirit stones to that Luyan Fairy?" ”

Hearing this, the monk surnamed Ning's face suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Zhang Liang, "Zhang Daoyou really can't open any pot." ”

"I don't mean to reveal the scars of my friends, I just think it's a pity to lose a million spirit stones."

"Humph! Within a radius of three million miles, Shuo Fangzong is the most powerful, if it is in the territory of Longli City, that woman is a dragon, and she has to lie on my stomach! ”

"However, a million spirit stones, I still think it's too wasteful, Ning Daoyou doesn't think that this can make friends with Shuo Fang Sect?"

The monk surnamed Ning looked at Zhang Liang, "What do you want to say?" ”

He ...... Remember what this guy looked like? ”

Shuo Zhangliang can be weak, there is no reason.

"Of course yes, in a mountain range, I happened to encounter some boring things, and as for the door to kill Shuo Zhang Liang, that point is that the Taoist friend is gone."

After saying that, no one took out their soul flags, and their faces were ugly a moment ago.

The shopkeeper of the Golden Lotus looked at Fang Zong with a smile behind his face with a slight gaze, "What do you mean?" Is it a provocation to kill the person who killed you Shuo Zhangliang and sell it back? ”

"Everyone who wants to do it will be interested in the fairy ruins, right?"

"Close!"

"Let's talk about it later, do you have a plan to frame anyone?"

"Rubbish!"

"A very confident guy, he has no intention of hiding himself."

The man's phantom gaze at Fang Zong was also kind, it was obvious that the bleakness that had not been seen today was brought by that person.

Zhang Qing stroked the hair in his ear and smiled, making the shopkeeper's expression slightly stunned, and then looked at Fang Zong's back with a stronger killing intent and left.

"That's ...... The Yin Soul Pill that can only be used by the cultivation of your Shuo Zhang Liang disciples. ”

"Daoist friends don't want to, just throw away millions of spirit stones for no reason, right?"

Ning Shi looked at Fang Zong who came out of the hazy fireworks with a hideous expression, and when he roared out loud with white teeth, he was shocked to find that he actually knew the full name of that Zhang Daoyou.

"Bad and ruthless, it directly wiped out our divine souls, and you can even refine a few ghosts."

Cheng Si's footsteps landed under a broken banner, and two steps ago, he stood behind the face of a pale male cultivator who looked like a porcelain doll.

"Secondly, you don't have a chance outside, and you are struggling to find a candidate to cooperate, so you can only ask you to come back in person."

"Shuo Zhangliang claims to have 100,000 disciples, is it possible that every disciple who dies will have to take revenge at the cost?"

The few resources of the Yin Qi, and even the spirit stones, are mixed with the Yin Qi that is suitable for Shuo Zhangliang's needs, of course, it makes sense to let it go, even if it is only produced by Shuo Zhangliang's disciples.

"Is this Daoist friend afraid that this matter will cause you to Shuo Zhang Liang is full?"

"Ning Daoyou, don't slow down, you said that you can help him get this spirit stone back, and even less."

"In that case, you should go to the Treasure Building."

He himself can remember, what is it?

"What should I do, Senior Sister Lu Yan was killed, do you want to investigate?"

"The things that killed their fellow disciples are also under you, and you are thinking about it, and you are also helping them take revenge, since you want it, forget it."

"Ning Daoyou uses millions of spirit stones as bait to catch such a big fish, how about sharing some of the profits?"

Fang Zong crossed over the eight or seven corpses step by step, took off our storage rings, and finally returned to Ning Shi's face, and pointed out, and the immortal fire pierced through the former's eyebrows, completely killing him.

The shopkeeper glanced at the nearby wooden sculpture, and the strange beast did not open its eyes, so he asked:

One figure after another rushed in, at that point, Fang Zong was not in his mind, he was sure that the immortal cultivation forces within the Divine Court, if he didn't even have that little means, I really believed that the Divine Court was so weak as the legend said.

"What do you want to do?"

In the depths of a majestic mountain range, the blood stains were annihilated, and the embarrassed figures confronted each other in the mountains and forests.

"Fellow Daoists, forgive me, those pills and spiritual objects, whether they accept them or not, if you accept them, you will go to the Rare Treasure Building opposite, maybe the price will be higher, but after all, they are picked up."

"Or is it that this male cultivator who died is the ancestor of their Shuo Zhangliang?"

Before taking off the previous storage ring, Fang Zong didn't bother to leave the things that might be hidden inside those corpses, and turned around and walked towards the deeper mountains.

"Where did you come from, you dare to design and frame your family's disciples."

"What to check? Lu Yan, that man should have died a long time ago, relying on his background to plunder resources in seven places, you can still share some resources before you die. ”

"It's better to pay attention to what you say." Around, the hot eyes haven't looked over yet, the ghost cultivation sect is not like this, no wonder there are people who come to Tianfang Lou to buy and sell.

No one said in a hot voice, and the surrounding void was filled with murderous intent.

"Indeed." Fang Zong put down the tea in his hand, "That is the territory of the junior of the firmament, since the little family is here, we have to eat something before leaving." ”

At this time, the shadow of the male cultivator flickered, and finally turned into the manager of the low-rise building.

Tianfang Tower, the 'Rare and Strange Treasure Building' of the good Shuo Zhangliang, is responsible for collecting the resources inside to support the sect.

"Bringing the corpse back, condensing it is a ghost thing to weaken the soul flag, and planting our corpse into a corpse puppet is also a credit."

Half a day ago, Fang Zong sat quietly on the top floor of the eighty-story low building, looking at the sky in the low city wall, which was one of the few places in that city where he could see the world in the city.

A moment ago, my gaze was slightly blank, looking at the foundation disciple next to me.

"It seems that the two sides are fighting for profit, and they were picked up at the first."

A few days ago, in the distance, in a giant city similar to the Night City, Cheng Si retreated into a low building called Tianfang Tower.

It had been a long time before that no one had explored the area.

The disciple shook his head in horror, "Elder Hui, disciple, remember." ”

"You are still calmer, Canglou is the territory of the master."

……

"It's not that a few of my fellow Daoists are willing to return the spirit stone to him, then you can't help it."

"Yes, let me know as soon as you get noticed, pay attention, maybe this yellow finch will sell the resources in those people's hands."

"The worst thing for Daoyou is to tell the truth, otherwise if you really kill you Shuo Zhang Liangmen, it won't be so complicated." In the end, before paying the price of Fei, the shopkeeper still said in a cold voice.

With a hot snort, the golden lotus disappeared, leaving a few foundation building monks looking at each other, with a trace of resentment in their eyes.