Volume I_Chapter 789 Shenzong’s Junior Brother, Chu Linguang

"Well, that's the Great Elder of the Jiuzhou Pavilion. Five hundred years ago, he was a real immortal and strong man."

The old man sighed, his muddy eyes were also full of envy.

"Grandpa, can we also become true immortals in the future?"

the woman asked.

"Hey, I'm hopeless, but you are different. If you practice hard, you may be able to create miracles."

The old man encouraged.

"If I become a real immortal, I will take my grandfather to fly a few laps over the mercenary city for everyone to see."

The woman promised.

"Okay, I'll wait."

The old man smiled, but actually felt very bitter in his heart, he was severely injured, his spirit and body were hard to repair, and time was running out.

Chu Linguang stood at the door.

In the mercenary city, there are countless luxury cars.

But cars like the Nine-Tailed White Fox are relatively rare. It's not that the Nine-Tailed White Fox is such a powerful monster, but that this kind of monster is extremely difficult to subdue. To be able to subdue it requires not only skill, but also a certain amount of patience.

As for the injuries on the old man.

Chu Linguang is a real immortal.

At the same time mastering the sharp eye, it is natural to see it at a glance.

Both the old man's body and soul were severely injured.

The internal organs are drying up, it is difficult to heal itself, and the soul has cracks, as if it will collapse at any time, and it may run out of fuel at any time.

According to the injury, the old man only has three years at most.

These were just casual glances by Chu Linguang.

Chu Linguang didn't pay much attention to the grandparents, and they also didn't notice Chu Linguang. The three of them entered the Jiuzhou Pavilion one after another.

In the Kyushu Pavilion, there are many people coming and going, all kinds of people, everything that one expects to find.

Chu Linguang came to a window.

He said bluntly, "I want to find someone from Shenzong or Baiyunzong."

"We want to know, where is the blood essence of Chi Yan?"

Grandfather and granddaughter came to a window next to Chu Linguang, and the old man said bluntly.

"Wait a moment!"

The people inside the window searched for answers for Chu Linguang and his grandfather and granddaughter.

"One hundred spirit stones!"

The staff at the window said to Chu Linguang.

Just a piece of news, this price does not seem cheap, but one hundred spirit stones is the starting price of Jiuzhou Pavilion, Chu Linguang has countless spirit stones, and he didn't care, and handed over the spirit stones to the other party.

The other party handed Chu Linguang a bamboo slip.

All the information Chu Linguang wanted was in it.

Chu Linguang took the bamboo slips and opened them directly.

He just wanted to know how to find the disciples of Shenzong or Baiyunzong as quickly as possible. For many people, such a piece of news was of no value and would not attract attention, even if it was known by others.

So open it directly.

This look.

Chu Linguang's eyes lit up.

According to the information marked on the bamboo slips, there are Shenzong personnel in this mercenary city. There are twenty cities outside the mercenary city, and three of them have strongholds of Shenzong and Baiyunzong.

These one hundred spirit stones are very worthwhile.

"Five thousand spirit stones."

The old man also got a response.

"Do you want so many spirit stones? We just asked them for a piece of news, not to buy Chi Yan's blood essence."

The woman reminded.

"Buy it or not, don't care!"

The people inside the window are only immortals, but when they speak, they are not polite at all.

"you!"

The woman was deflated, with a distressed expression.

"Sorry, here are five thousand spirit stones."

The old man pulled his granddaughter down, handed the prepared spirit stone to the window staff, and the other party inspected it, and then threw a banned bamboo slip in front of the old man in displeasure.

"What's your attitude?"

The woman patted the table and said.

The other party ignored her.

The old man walked aside, looked around carefully, and then opened the bamboo slip.

The brilliance of the bamboo slips floated, and a layer of restraining circle wrapped the old man, making it difficult for others to see the contents of the bamboo slips except for the old man inside the restraining circle.

Chu Linguang stood nearby.

He turned his head and glanced this way.

That damned true immortal power.

The powerful piercing eyes made him reflexively penetrate the barrier of the magic circle and see the contents of the bamboo slips.

Chi Yan's blood essence is located a hundred miles away from the north gate of the mercenary city, in the mountains and valleys.

There is a red flame beast, the ultimate cultivation of Jinxian.

See this message.

The old man closed the bamboo slips and destroyed them in public.

He knew that Jiuzhou Pavilion would have very strict rules. After selling the same message to someone, it would not sell it to anyone else.

There is a scarlet flame beast in Shanhe Valley, a hundred miles away from the north city gate, and no one will know about it except him at this moment.

However, the expression of the old man is difficult to relax.

The scarlet flame beast is the ultimate cultivation of Jinxian.

It is not easy to get a few drops of blood essence from it.

Could it be that he was really hopeless.

Only three years left.

Chu Linguang withdrew his gaze and left the Jiuzhou Pavilion. According to the location marked on the bamboo slips, he came to an inn, looking for the disciple of Shenzong in the inn.

"There are countless strong people in my Shenzong. Sooner or later, I will set up a branch in this mercenary city and establish a strong stronghold."

In the inn.

A Shenzong disciple whose head was covered with blood said angrily.

"I'm afraid it's going to be a dream. Even if it might happen in the future, you won't be able to see it."

A young boy in white said grimly.

"kill him!"

"The bullshit sect dares to act presumptuously in the mercenary city!"

"It's far from Shenzong, at least it takes several months. If you kill you, the power of your Shenzong will not be able to do anything to us."

"kill!"

The disciples of Shenzong seem to have conflicts with the people here.

That disciple whose head was covered in blood, and several fellow apprentices lay behind him, all of them were dying, and all of them were severely injured.

"go to hell!"

Xiaosheng in white slashed out with a sword, and the powerful sword glow locked onto the blood-stained Shenzong disciple.

The disciple of Shenzong raised his sword to block, and the only power of the celestial being erupted at this moment, forming a barrier, but the barrier was cut through in an instant, and the sharp sword light slashed towards his celestial spirit cover, and he had no way to avoid it Avoid, there is no way to hide.

With a ferocious expression, full of despair, he finally closed his eyes.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang.

The blood-stained disciple of Shenzong opened his eyes and saw that arrogant young boy in white flying out of the inn and stuck in the wall of the opposite building with a wooden stick stuck in his shoulder.

And in front of him, stood a strange figure.

"Why did he hurt you?"

the man asked him.

"He said that Shenzong's sky is high and the emperor is far away. He is full of wine bags and rice bags. He is not qualified to dine in this inn. He wants to drive us away. I will not accept it."

The bloody Shenzong disciple wiped the blood from his face and said indignantly.

"Who are you, how dare you hurt me!"

The young man in white broke free from the wall, pulled out the wooden stick that pierced his shoulder, and returned to the inn. The brothers around him surrounded him and locked Chu Linguang one after another.

"Junior brother Shenzong, Chu Linguang!"

Chu Linguang said coldly.