A sword light passed by and three corpses fell down.

Then, I saw a young monk slowly walking out in the shadow at the end of the alley, with empty hands and smiling faces, but a ball of floating flames floating in front of him was floating. When the young monk came over, he held the ball of flame in his hand and pinched it a few times. The flame was like a ball of mud, and the young monk was pinched into various shapes...

No murderous intent...

But the strong man only felt a chill in his heart.

Because he had already recognized that the ball of flames in the young monk's hand that he casually rolled and pinched was the three Yang divine fire he was proud of...

Seeing the Sanyang Divine Fire being pinched by the young monk, the strong man felt as if his life had fallen on the other party's hands and was pinched by someone...

"You, you..." The strong man swallowed: "What do you want to do?"

"I should ask you this, right?" Lin Fei pinched it casually, and the three eyes fires instantly extinguished, and then he walked to the strong man: "Tell me, what treasure do you like on me?"

"Don't come over..." The strong man quickly took two steps back, looking at Lin Fei's eyes full of fear. At this time, the strong man knew very well that this young monk who seemed to have no background did not need any background at all. He extinguished the Three Yang Divine Fire with just a pinch. What strength is this...

At the same time, an old and a young man walked past the alley.

"Master, Master, take a look, there's some fun." The person who spoke was the young sword-making master in the sword-making workshop. Perhaps the young man had a good look, and he discovered a strange situation in the alley from a distance.

"I have taught you how many times, Wanghai City, where fish and dragons are mixed, when you encounter the excitement, you should stay away. What's the good thing about fighting and killing?" When the middle-aged monk heard this, he was furious and taught him a lesson: "You said you are in your thirties, why are you still like a child? You see the excitement and come over, and you don't look like a monk at all. Don't blame me for not reminding you that if you don't change your problem, you will be covered in blood sooner or later..."

"Master, wait..."

"What are you waiting for? I haven't finished teaching a lesson yet!"

"No, Master, that guy in the alley seems to be..."

"What is it?"

"We've been looking for the one for several days..."

"Damn!" The middle-aged monk was stunned.

The master and apprentice entered the alley and saw a sword energy blooming, and two more corpses fell down.

Suddenly, both of them stopped. Look at me, look at you, and they both swallowed each other. One, two, three, four, five, and five corpses were neatly placed there. For a moment, both the master and the apprentice couldn't help but mutter secretly that the master's temper was a bit irritable...

After a while, the middle-aged monk said with some difficulty: "This senior brother, have you finished killing me?"

"Well, the killing is over." Lin Fei nodded, looked at the young swordsman, and then smiled at the middle-aged monk: "What are the names of two?"

"Cough..." Seeing that the other party was not hostile, the middle-aged monk felt a little relieved, and then quickly coughed, and introduced himself: "My surname is Fan, and my name is Fan Shi. This is my disciple Jiang Li. The senior brother went to the sword-making workshop a few days ago. Usually, my disciple Jiang Li was watching. The little bastard had no knowledge, but he made the senior brother laugh..."

"Haha, nothing." Lin Fei shook his head and looked at the five corpses on the ground: "Wanghai City is really not very peaceful..."

"Senior brother is new to him, and he may not be clear. Wanghai City is still fine in the west, south, north, and north. After all, the Qianshan Sect, Lishan Sword Sect, and Netherworld Sect each take charge of their own. Even if there is any chaos, they will be suppressed. Only Dongcheng is more chaotic..."

"Oh?" Lin Fei raised his eyebrows, revealing a little puzzled.

"To put it, it's also a big mistake for the three sects. Senior brother must know that these three sects jointly control Wu Hai, so after the Wanghai City was built, the three sects each occupied the south and north cities of the west city, and in the end there was one Dongcheng left. None of the three sects wanted to see the east city occupied by the other two sects. So whenever any of the sects showed signs of occupying the east city, the other two immediately began to pull back, and in the end it became no one wanted to let go, but no one could get it. Year by year, the east city became a place where three were not caring..."

"So that's the case..." Lin Fei thought about it, and it seemed that the same thing was true. Although the three sects of Wu Hai were both strong and weak, to be honest, even the strongest Lishan Sword Sect could not crush the weakest Qianshan Sect. Under the restraint of the three sects, it was reasonable that Dongcheng was so chaotic.

"You two, this is not a place to talk. Since you meet it, why not go to my residence to sit there. There is a business you want to talk to you."

Lin Fei's proposal was just in the middle-aged monk's mind, and he quickly agreed when he heard this.

So, the group of three came out of the alley and soon arrived at the place where Lin Fei lived. Lin Fei first poured a cup of tea for each of them, and then sat down and introduced himself.

"So it was Senior Brother Lin of the Sword Sect?" The middle-aged cultivator was surprised when he heard this: "However, Senior Brother Lin, Asking the Sword Sect is far away in Yunya and has always rarely got involved in Wu Hai. Senior Brother Lin is..."

"Something was a little unexpected..."

"Oh, by the way..." Seeing Lin Fei unwilling to talk, the middle-aged monk did not ask questions, but took out the stone from his pocket and placed it carefully on the table: "Senior Brother Lin, the nine restrictions on this fast stone are simply amazing. I wonder if Senior Brother Lin can answer your doubts for your junior brother?"

Lin Fei smiled, not caring much: "These nine prohibitions are not worth mentioning. If you are interested, I can teach you, but..."

"But what?"

"But..." Lin Fei glanced at the middle-aged monk, and then continued: "You have been trapped in the realm of the soul for three hundred years, right? Don't you want to see the scenery of the realm of the Golden Pill?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Paradise was stunned.

No matter what, Fan Shi never expected that this young disciple of the Sword Sect could see at a glance that he had been trapped in the realm of the soul for three hundred years.

And he also asked himself if he wanted to see the scenery of the Jindan realm.

What does this mean?

Could it be that the other party has a way to make himself a golden elixir?

How is this possible?
Chapter completed!