Chapter 167

Heng Xian turned his head and saw the wealthy man chasing after him with the girl and the youth who had woken up.

"Something?" Heng Xian asked.

The wealthy man's eyes changed, and he bowed heavily: "Nothing, just want to make friends with Senior!"

The youth and girl also bowed with admiration and respect.

Heng Xian had no interest and continued to walk forward.

"Senior..." The wealthy man and his grandson followed again.

In a mountain forest by the lake.

"Puff—"

Dao Ba supported himself with his knife, spat out another mouthful of stagnant blood, looked up at the place where the cargo ship disappeared, and his face was full of lingering fear and palpitation.

He considered his cultivation to be good and was good at fighting, but just now, Heng Xian's sword, whether it was momentum, sharpness, angle, or change, could be called perfect.

Stabbing a sword casually could reach this perfect degree, and he was about to comprehend sword intent.

Sword intent is the symbol of Primordial Dan sword cultivators!!

The most critical thing is that he could easily find his weakness.

"Damn! What a talent!"

Dao Ba cursed viciously and sat on the ground, "A person who can be a spy for ancient demons is really not simple. This money is not easy to earn! Tonight, find a small family, I want to play with eighteen of their direct daughters!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of wind breaking in the air sounded, and seven or eight figures landed in front of him.

The leader was a man and a woman. The man was handsome and unrestrained, but the woman was a bit thin, with a mole on the corner of her eye.

Dao Ba was stunned, and hurriedly stood up and bowed: "So it's Senior Brother Huo Yuanqing of the Tianyuan Sect and Senior Sister Shen Qiong of Luoxia Valley!"

Huo Yuanqing said indifferently: "What are you doing here? And the momentum is so mixed?"

Dao Ba's face changed, and he said solemnly: "To tell you the truth, I just had a fight with Heng Xian. After half an hour of bloody fighting, I seriously injured him, but this person has good body skills and escaped!"

Huo Yuanqing and Shen Qiong looked at each other: "Escaped where?"

Dao Ba weighed it. This thing was a bit uncertain. According to reason, Heng Xian would not continue to take the ship after his whereabouts were exposed, so he pointed to a direction casually: "I suspect it's there!"

"Go!"

A group of people flew away like lightning.

In the small town, Heng Xian rarely found a pancake stall by the street. The pancake was just a flour pancake, but the vegetables inside were very strange and he didn't recognize them. He asked for one to taste.

"I'll come, I'll come..."

The wealthy man and his grandson were still following behind, trying their best to scramble to pay.

Heng Xian glanced at them and said indifferently: "If you have something to say, just say it!"

The wealthy man smiled: "Senior's cultivation is high, and he is invincible in fighting. Junior... has an unfeeling request!"

Heng Xian chuckled: "You should have heard my name. Aren't you afraid of being implicated?"

The wealthy man said righteously: "What is Senior saying? I have never heard Senior's name. We are just meeting by chance!"

Quite sensible.

Heng Xian thought for a while, needing someone to buy alchemy materials, so he nodded: "Say it, what is it?"

The wealthy man was tearful: "Junior is named Fu Long, the steward elder of the Fu family in Tanshuitan City, three hundred miles northwest of here. This time I went out to purchase goods.

Last month, my Fu family suffered a disaster and was occupied by a group of sect disciples!"

Heng Xian was surprised: "What sect disciples? What does it mean to occupy your family?"

Fu Long wiped his tears: "They are disciples of the Bukong Mountain, and my brother's eldest daughter, Fu Lingling, is a disciple of the Qingyang Mountain.

The Bukong and Qingyang sects have always had grudges. They took advantage of my niece's closed-door cultivation to come down the mountain to retaliate against my Fu family!

The highest realm of my Fu family is only the ninth tier of Post-Heaven, and these people are all at the ninth tier of Condensing Qi!"

Bukong and Qingyang?

Two small sects.

Heng Xian thought for a while: "Just drive them away?"

Fu Long nodded: "These people also ran out secretly behind their elders' backs. Their sect doesn't allow this kind of thing either. We have nowhere to complain. As long as they are driven away, they naturally won't dare to come again!"

Heng Xian smiled and looked at him: "Do you know my appearance fee?"

"Appearance fee?" Fu Long thought for a long time before understanding, patted his chest, "The Fu family has some surplus. Senior, just say it!"

Heng Xian said: "One million low-grade spirit crystals, and I need a batch of spiritual herbs!"

Fu Long was stunned. After thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said: "Good, but the spirit crystals are all on those people. Senior will have to empty them out. As for the spiritual herbs, Junior has traveled north and south and has many savings, so it should be no problem!"

"Settled!" Heng Xian nodded.

Fu Long was overjoyed and immediately found the largest carriage shop in the town to rent a corner-beast spirit carriage that could run with the wind.

The carriage was very fast, ten feet in an instant.

Set off in the afternoon and arrived at "Tanshui City" the next morning.

Tanshui City was a city built on water. The whole lake looked like a water altar, hence the name.

At this time, in front of the city gate, there was heavy traffic and noise. The Fu family's disaster could not affect the prosperity of the city.

The carriage stopped in front of the city gate, and Heng Xian and Fu Long's grandson and granddaughter jumped off the carriage.

Fu Long pointed at the city gate refreshedly: "Senior, this is Tanshui City. Please!"

Heng Xian nodded.

Fu Long's grandson and granddaughter led the way excitedly.

Among a group of guards at the city gate, an old man walked toward them and couldn't help but sneer: "Yo, Third Master Fu, you are willing to come back? You didn't run away!"

Fu Long smiled indifferently: "Why should Fu run? Their doomsday is here! Hmph, a group of ignorant children."

He said it in a way that stunned the old man.

Heng Xian looked at Fu Long's back and was speechless. This guy is floating when he sees a little sweetness.

The four walked straight to the city along the main street of the city.

The old man at the gate looked suspicious, and finally locked his gaze on Heng Xian, his eyes brightened: "The Fu family invited an expert. Go back and report to the City Lord!"

At this time, in the council hall of the Fu family's main residence.

Seven young men and women sat in a circle, all wearing uniform white long gowns, which should be sect disciple uniforms.

It's just that they were all unrestrained, drinking and laughing.

And below, the Fu family head squatted to one side pitifully, and more than a dozen Fu family direct daughters were dancing with humiliation.

At this time, one of the seven young men, who was the leader, shook his loose long hair and looked at the Fu family head: "That bitch Fu Lingling is carefree, how come you have such a soft-egg father?"

The Fu family head was dejected: "Fu is not talented, has little success, can only guard a small family in the city, and met seven big sect disciples, so I can only admit defeat!"

He was a bit cowardly, but he could speak, especially calling the tiny Bukong Mountain a big sect, which made the seven young men look much better.

The leading youth smiled indifferently: "I, Gu Chen, am not a person who bullies people too much. Wait for your third brother to buy the things back, and I will take away another one or two million low-grade spirit crystals, and take two of your Fu family's direct daughters as concubines, and this matter will be over!"

The Fu family head lowered his head and didn't speak.

Just at this moment, a fat man ran in in a hurry: "Senior Brother Gu, something big is bad. Fu Third invited reinforcements?"

The Gu family head turned his head abruptly, looking pleasantly surprised.

"Reinforcements?" Gu Chen and a group of junior brothers were stunned, "Which sect? How many people?"

The fat man wiped his forehead: "Just one person, not old!"

"Puff..."

Gu Chen and the group couldn't help but laugh.

The Fu family head's face also darkened.

What kind of expert could a small family like the Fu family afford?

(End of chapter)