Ninth-level fairy

Dan Lao gave a thumbs up and said with a smile:

"As expected, little brother, you really understand women. I am here to show off my ugliness!"

This is the Seventh Realm Dan Lao of the Longyuan Sword Sect. He is not well-known and few outsiders know him, but City Lord Lu is knowledgeable and knows him. He knows that he is very powerful. Although he is ugly, the bronze furnace he holds is an innate Taoist weapon and should not be underestimated.

City Lord Lu gently nudged Du Fang and said with a smile:

"Elder, this bronze tripod is an innate Taoist weapon, right?"

"You have good taste!"

Dan Lao praised.

But Lu Wushuang's expression darkened, and he said gloomily:

"The two ghosts that attacked me in the inn were refined in your bronze cauldron?"

"No! No! City Lord Lu, please don't misunderstand!"

Dan Lao hurriedly waved his hand,

"Then why did you call them Yin Xie when you were outside the house? Did you know about it a long time ago?"

"No... no..." Dan Lao still shook his head in denial.

While denying, Dan Lao looked at another old man behind him. This was the old man who was sweeping the floor in Pinjian Hall. He had a peach wood sword for catching ghosts on his back.

He had white hair and beard, like an immortal, but he was wearing a gray cloth robe.

Behind the old man stood nine elders from the sixth realm in order. Each of them, like the chief priest who had been killed, had deep eyes and a flowing aura.

He is obviously a sword cultivator at the pinnacle of the sixth realm.

It seems that this time, Longyuan Sword Sect has dispatched all its masters to encircle and suppress him.

Elder Dan looked at Du Fang and chuckled, "These nine guardian elders have always guarded our sect's forbidden areas and never ventured out. But today, for you, they've all come out together. For an outer disciple of Lingxiao, you're truly honored."

Du Fang took off the Chengying on his body and asked intently:

"You old ghosts, are you planning to attack us together? Or one by one?"

Dan Lao laughed and said:

"You are a spirit being, someone that even our sect's protective formation cannot hold back. It wouldn't be too much for the three of us to attack you together, right?"

"It doesn't matter. You, Long Yuan, killed my Ling Xiao. This is more of a blood feud that will be settled sooner or later. Since you've come to my door, save me some energy!"

As soon as the words fell, the body suddenly flew out and said sternly:

"Draw your swords, you bastards of Longyuan!"

The sword was drawn and went directly towards the old man with white hair and beard. The old man had a peach wood sword, but the aura on his body was completely different from that of others.

That is the strength of the eighth level of swordsmanship.

Although Du Fang didn't know why there were so many strong people in Longyuan, the old man seemed to have already made up his mind and thought that he was seriously injured and dying.

Sure enough, the white-haired elder stood up, the peach wood sword on his back flew out, and a green Taoist diagram suddenly enveloped him.

At the same time, he said to the people behind him:

"Don't let the immortal spirit escape. Hundreds of years of planning must finally yield results tonight!"

Nine elders surrounded him at the same time, and in the darkness, nine pairs of eyes stared at Du Fang's body like wild beasts.

Du Fang suddenly shouted: "Wait!"

"Are you scared?" The old man in white smiled.

"What a joke! I was asking you, what did you mean by hundreds of years of planning?"

Du Fang remembered this very clearly, Bai Zhi had also said it.

Are they, the entire Longyuan, plotting something big?

The white-haired old man suddenly laughed wildly:

"Do you think your tiny Lingxiao sect could create the Immortal Flower, a sacred object for ascending to the Divine Platform? Our sect's Xuannv Nine-Aperture Exquisite Bone Sixth-level elders guard it day and night. How could Li Qingshuang, a Lingxiao Fourth-level female disciple, steal it?"

"It's not just you. Those people from Lingxiao shouldn't have underestimated our strength. When Lord Baihuang took the Star Sea Pearl that suppressed the prehistoric beast from Longxi Town, the plan for the immortals to descend into the world had already begun. Don't you know?"

Du Fang suddenly fell into the ice cave.

The white-haired old man continued:

"The founder of your Lingxiao sect is an elder of the Spirit Ghost Clan. He once entered the Sword Sect and possesses the extraordinary ghost art of transforming immortal spirits into calamities. My sect's Sword Master Bai Zhi, with his celestial appearance, borrowed the hands of Taoist Xuanzhen. Your body is nothing more than a test subject that we have already calculated!"

"Are you exaggerating here to deliberately confuse me and weaken my fighting spirit?" Du Fang's voice trembled a little.

The white-haired old man laughed and said:

"I am Bai Bufan, a reclusive elder at the peak of the Eighth Realm of the Dragon Abyss. The sword formation on your body was already planted in your body when Xuannv's corpse was stolen. It is the mark engraved on Xuannv's exquisite bones..."

Du Fang suddenly felt cold all over.

The scene in the pavilion in the back mountain of Lingxiao half a year ago reappeared before his eyes:

That was the last time he saw Li Qingshuang.

At that time, she was wearing purple clothes and falling from the sky above the pavilion.

Beautiful and elegant, she seemed to come from far away in the sky, just like a fairy in the clouds.

A pure and flawless face, and slender legs that are barely visible.

It was a color that made people dare not even look up. But what caught his attention at that time was not the slender waist or the long legs, but the red coffin in Li Qingshuang's hand.

The coffin was sad and beautiful, painted with bright red paint, just like the blood, and only as long as a sword.

At that time, Li Qingshuang landed on the pavilion from a distance and glanced at Du Fang.

Inside the red coffin, there is a crystal clear skeleton.

The bones were less than two feet long, clearly the body of an infant. At that time, Senior-Master Xuanzhen held the ghost infant's body upside down and pressed it into the white skeleton.

At that time, he was very confused about what was being refined.

Uncle Xuanzhen explained at the time:

"This is an exquisite spine!"

The exquisite bones of Xuannv should be the bones that Li Qingshuang stole from Longyuan.

If this is true, then Bai Zhi of Longyuan is indeed planning something big, and this secret has been hidden from herself, Lingxiao, and Senior Sister Li.

Suddenly, I was startled. What if Bai Bufan was lying to me?

After all, he couldn't explain the purpose of the sword formation on his body.

Du Fang tried hard to force a smile:

"Where's Master Baihuang? Why isn't she here for such an important matter, at the perfect moment when your Longyuan's century-long plan is almost complete? Is it because she doesn't want to come? Or is she sure that you can take me back?"

Bai Bufan said calmly, "Xiaobai has something more pressing to do. Besides, you are just an injured body, and you are bound by our sect's sword formation. I am an eighth-level cultivator, so I am not necessarily weaker than you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Bufan, Dan Lao, and another skinny old man surrounded him at the same time.

Lu Wushuang and Du Fang were surrounded.

Du Fang looked at their strength and smiled:

"One eighth-level, two seventh-level, and nine sixth-level, all at the peak level. Lord Baihuang seems to be cautious!"

He smiled, and suddenly a sense of pride appeared on his face. He looked at Lu Wushuang beside him:

"Lord Lu, are you afraid of the bloody battle today? Although we are not enemies, you have been marked as a target by them!"

Lu Wushuang smiled bitterly and said:

"This old Dan bewitched me and captured me from the inn. When I was using my ghost to refine my body, I had already..." He suddenly lowered his voice and whispered in Du Fang's ear:

"This is a trap. Be careful of the blood of the exotic yellow bird!"