Chapter 168

In the Fu family courtyard, the seven Gu Chen junior brothers stood by the door, and the Fu family head and more than a dozen Fu family elders stood carefully on both sides.

The walls, roofs, and neighboring high buildings were full of cultivators in the city watching the fun.

In the middle of the courtyard stood Fu Long, the grandson and granddaughter, and the "invited expert."

This "expert" was indeed young, only fourteen or fifteen years old, short, thin, trembling, and a bit afraid to look at Gu Chen and the others.

"Puff..."

"Hahahaha..."

Although the Gu Chen junior brothers wanted to maintain some respect for their opponents, they finally couldn't help but laugh.

The Fu family head and a group of elders were full of disappointment.

The cultivators watching the fun in the distance were also booing.

Only Fu Long and his grandson and granddaughter were triumphant and excited, suppressing their laughter.

Gu Chen coughed lightly and put on a straight face: "Third Master Fu, you have guts!"

Fu Long smiled proudly: "Old man has great guts, guts as big as the sky!"

Gu Chen was stunned, then his face was cold, pointing at the youth beside Fu Long: "Is this the expert and reliance you invited?"

Fu Long was stunned: "Of course not!"

"Uh..." Gu Chen, the junior brothers, the Fu family head, and the group, including the watching cultivators, all fell into silence.

It's not?!

Gu Chen pointed at the youth, hesitating: "Not? Then what is he doing?"

Before Fu Long could answer, the youth shouted: "My lord, I am here to deliver cakes!"

Gu Chen and the junior brothers were all confused, then looked around abruptly.

Just at this moment, a figure drifted from outside the courtyard, passed through the middle of them in the blink of an eye, brought up a gust of wind, and entered the house.

"Puff..."

The seven Bukong Mountain disciples, who were usually high above and cruel and terrifying, instantly became weak and wind-blown, vomiting blood and flying backward, falling all over the ground with a clatter.

The scene was silent for an instant!

Then everyone's eyes looked at the seven Gu Chen junior brothers who were in pain and distortion with a bit of dullness, and then looked into the house, gasping for cold air.

One face-to-face, beating down seven ninth-tier Condensing Qi experts!!!!

Fu Third... really invited an expert!

"Wahahahaha..." Fu Long laughed at the sky, his face even a bit ferocious, walked to Gu Chen and the others, and spat a mouthful of saliva viciously: "What do you have to play with me? Hmm?"

Gu Chen raised his head with difficulty, his face pale, his forehead full of cold sweat, and there was still a trace of fear in his eyes. Just a moment ago, it seemed that he was only one step away from death. The person in the house was too terrifying.

"Take all their storage bags and send them in!" Heng Xian's voice came from the house.

"Oh, yes!" Fu Long immediately became humble and reached out to take the storage bags of Gu Chen and the others.

Gu Chen and the seven junior brothers were also straightforward. Without waiting for Fu Long to do it, they neatly took off their storage bags, threw them in a pile, and then climbed up and bowed respectfully to the house: "Thank you, Senior, for not killing us! We juniors will take our leave!"

They bowed and retreated slowly, retreating until they were outside the door, then ran away.

The Fu family head and a group of Fu family elders watched, a sense of coolness rushing from their heels to their scalps. They hurriedly picked up the storage bags and went into the house with Fu Long to pay their respects.

And the City Lord and family heads watching from afar also looked solemn and immediately said: "Prepare gifts and go to the Fu family to pay respects!"

Inside the Fu family living room.

Heng Xian looked at the seven storage bags. The reason he let the youth who delivered cakes follow Fu Long earlier was simply to confuse the public. After all, there were too many people watching, and he was still a "fugitive."

Checking the storage bags one by one, he couldn't help but sigh. They are really poor!

Except for more than a million low-grade spirit crystals, which might have been looted from the Fu family, the rest were some change of clothes, some yellow-grade cultivation techniques, martial arts, personal hobbies, only the storage bag of the one named Gu Chen had a mysterious-grade low-grade cultivation technique.

Adding the seven junior brothers together, it was not as rich as the storage bag of a steward disciple of the Tianyuan Sect.

It seems that the Bukong Mountain sect is shabby enough!

He collected all the low-grade spirit crystals casually, scanned the group of Fu family members who were still respectfully bowing, took out a piece of paper and handed it to Fu Long: "The matter has been handled, the spirit crystals are considered paid, prepare the herbs I want, and be fast!"

Fu Long took the paper and scanned it casually: "Senior, it's like this, these herbs are not ordinary things, Junior has to prepare them, at the latest tomorrow morning, yes, tomorrow morning, I will send them to you. You first go to the guest room of my Fu family to rest!"

Heng Xian looked at him without speaking, and only said after Fu Long was sweating profusely: "Good!"

"Senior, please!" A Fu family elder led the way respectfully.

The Fu family is not big, and there are not many people. Adding up to less than three thousand people, this is actually affected by the pattern of the small city of Tanshui City. The City Lord's Mansion and the other two small families also have few people.

However, the Fu family's guest room is indeed good, decorated luxuriously, with bonsai flowers, mountain screens, and golden silk beds.

Heng Xian blasted away the elder who sent him, strolled around the room, and the more he strolled, the more he felt the room was strange.

Because this kind of guest room seems to be... prepared for distinguished guests all year round, and the intention to curry favor is very obvious.

Just at this moment, Heng Xian looked at a beam, and there was a line of words on it: "The Overlord of the Blue Sky, none is not respected, three lives shake three mountains, eighty thousand years do not fall!"

This is the famous saying of the founding ancestor of the Overlord Sect!

Overlord Sect?

Heng Xian looked at the front yard of the Fu family and frowned slightly.

Fu family "Zhike Hall."

The Fu family head looked worried: "Already blasted away the City Lord and others who came to pay respects. Third brother, are you really going to do that?"

Fu Long's face was gloomy: "Brother, don't forget, father was an inner disciple of the Overlord Sect back then, and we are also considered registered lay disciples of the Overlord Sect. We should tell them Heng Xian's whereabouts!

Moreover... our Fu family should make a fortune. This Heng Xian is beheaded, our Fu family can produce one or two direct disciple quotas for big sects, and the various pills and spiritual artifacts rewarded to us by the Fourteen Sects are piled up like mountains. Think about it!"

The Fu family head said: "First, those Overlord Sect disciples take a cut from everything that passes, no worse than Gu Chen and the others. Second, is this kind of ingratitude appropriate?"

"This matter is different. Overlord Sect disciples won't reach out randomly, and there is nothing inappropriate. Everyone is just using each other!" Fu Long stood up, "I have sent someone to notify those few direct disciples of the Overlord Sect. They will arrive before long!"

The Fu family head and a group of elders looked at each other: "Just do it, the success or failure of the Fu family depends on this one move!"

Fu Long sneered: "That's right! A man who is not poisonous is not a man, and those who achieve big things don't care about small details. Fu Yu'er!"

The girl who had been following him bowed: "Third Uncle!"

Fu Long said: "Your original yin is still there. It's time to sacrifice. Go accompany Heng Xian, drag him for a period of time, don't let him be suspicious, this person is also quite shrewd!"

The girl's face was slightly red, thinking of Heng Xian's appearance, and said without hesitation: "Yes!"

Just at this moment, a voice came faintly from the door: "Where to accompany? Here?"

Fu Long, Fu Yu'er, the Fu family head, and a group of elders turned their heads abruptly, only to see Heng Xian sitting by the door, swinging his legs.

The group of people instantly felt their scalps numb, and they hurriedly retreated, breathing heavily, with expressions that were not smiles and not cries.

"Ah, Senior, why are you here?"

Fu Long's face changed again and again.

"You guess!" Heng Xian chuckled.

"Go in!" The Fu family head suddenly twisted a mechanism somewhere, and a hole appeared in the wall.

A group of people rushed in, and then the hole closed.

Only Heng Xian was left in the whole hall.

"Human nature!"

Heng Xian shook his head, jumped out of the room, arrived in mid-air, stretched out his right hand, the "Awesome Sword" flashed out, and slashed down with one sword.

"Boom—"

The sword aura, more than ten feet long, was like a thunderbolt, smashing into the "Zhike Hall."

(End of chapter)