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The one who came was Yuanying.

In Zheng Sanjin's opinion, it doesn't matter whether it's from Jingbo Fairy Island or Tianqing Sect.

I am invincible below the Nascent Soul stage, and the only thing I care about is the Nascent Soul itself.

Good thing, good thing.

His current small team is just lacking a front-office person, and he can't always do it himself.

It's too low. A True Lord at the ninth level of Nascent Soul is high and mighty wherever he goes, but now he will have to suffer the consequences if he robs a Jindan force.

Although he doesn't care about these things and even enjoys them, from outsiders' perspective, he seems a little too hungry. Why would he eat everything?

This Nascent Soul can just break this dilemma.

He walked onto the deck of the flying boat, and an extraordinary flying sword appeared beside him, and then circled around him.

The flying boat in the distance was getting closer and closer. As soon as it appeared within Zheng Sanjin's spiritual awareness range, Zheng Sanjin turned into a stream of light in the astonished eyes of the small team members on the flying boat.

Like a purple electric light that cut through the sky, the light blue light and the purple electric light collided with each other in an instant.

There was nothing earth-shattering, nothing awe-inspiring.

Some are just neat and tidy, some are just unexpected.

Fu Hai Zhenjun was completely unprepared. A flash of lightning appeared in his consciousness, and his soul trembled for a moment, and then his eyes were filled with purple electric light.

The magic weapon protecting him shattered at the touch and was pierced directly by a long sword.

Zheng Sanjin was amazed that the Lingxiao Sword Sect's technique, which was not the sect's core technique, was actually so powerful.

Of course, it also has something to do with his spiritual attack and the advantage of his flying sword, but the value of Lingxiao Sword Sect is still rising.

For a moment he even thought about whether he should create a clone to learn a few more moves.

While he was expressing his emotion, he did not delay the things at hand at all. He directly arranged the Infant Fixation Method and locked the Infant of Fu Hai Zhenjun tightly.

He dragged Master Fu Hai and flew out of the big hole in the flying boat, then collected the damaged flying boat.

Although there is a hole in it, this is still a fourth-order flying boat and is very valuable. It would be great if I could mend it and sell it second-hand or give it as a reward to my subordinates.

When Lu Deyi saw Zheng Sanjin jump up, he knew that something was wrong.

This is a sword cultivator.

And judging from the aura that had just been revealed, the pressure was more than ten times stronger than the one he had felt before.

The sect's uncle-master might be a little difficult to defeat, so he changed his bet on his uncle-master from a 100% chance of victory to a 50-50 chance.

In anxiety, a dark shadow flew back.

The person who came was Zheng Sanjin. With a bang, a man was thrown onto the deck.

"Uncle Fu Hai?"

"Elder Fu Hai?"

"Uncle Master?"

Lu Deyi, Li Rui, and He Wenfeng all looked at the monk lying on the deck with some uncertainty and shouted out.

"You two know each other. It will be easier if you know each other."

Zheng Sanjin flew over with a sword and pierced into Fu Hai Zhenjun's ear.

"Falling asleep? Stop pretending and get up."

"Fellow Daoist, why did you attack me?"

Fu Hai Zhenjun was of course well aware of the current situation. When he sensed several disciples of the sect, he roughly knew why they attacked him.

"Deyi and Wenfeng, go help your uncle."

Lu Deyi and He Wenfeng both addressed Fu Hai Zhenjun in a relatively intimate way, especially He Wenfeng.

The two of them hurried over to help Master Fu Hai up.

When they were trying to show their courtesy, Zheng Sanjin's words made them feel like they were falling into an icy cave.

"Take the storage ring and other items worth spirit crystals from your uncle. These are Yuanying Zhenjun's wealth. I think everyone will get a share."

The two of them were a little stiff now. There weren't actually too many waves in their hearts about going to Musk Turtle Island to rob the Yun family.

It’s different now. People are digging holes all over the mountains to find graves for themselves.

"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to embarrass these disciples."

Fu Hai Zhenjun is also very responsible. He just looked at the condition of the Nascent Soul in his body and came to two conclusions.

First, this monk, for whatever reason, did not want himself to die.

Secondly, these are not some casual cultivators without any inheritance, or some small cultivators who have fallen on hard times, but more like elite sword cultivators trained by large sects or great immortal schools.

He even suspected that there were monks from inland who were planning to take action against this sea area.

They had this sense of crisis when the secret realm first appeared in the inner sea, especially when those righteous monks built teleportation arrays on a large scale under the pretext of quickly reaching the secret realm and expanded their influence deep into the boundless sea.

It’s just because their place is relatively remote and not the shortest route to the inland sea, so it has not been infiltrated and controlled by those major immortal sects.

But looking at the way this cultivator is controlling his Nascent Soul, could it be that some great immortal sect has tasted the sweetness of the rich resources of the Boundless Sea and is testing or sending out a vanguard?

"I've given you everything. You are proficient in swordsmanship, but I don't know where your master came from, and what your purpose is in coming to the sea area of our Tianqing Sect."

In fact, Zheng Sanjin was a little conflicted about how to deal with the Tianqing Sect's Nascent Soul.

But after hearing these words, my heart moved.

Lenovo's understanding of the boundless ocean and the grand scene of the earliest righteous monks going out to sea.

He felt that this True Lord Fu Hai regarded him as a cultivator from some righteous immortal sect.

Zheng Sanjin felt that he could give himself some time to develop and paralyze the Tianqing Sect to the greatest extent possible.

He waved his hand, and a shield of spiritual power covered the two of them together.

Fu Hai Zhenjun felt that the real sex scene was about to begin.

"Fellow Daoist, you have good eyesight. To be honest, I was born in the Lingxiao Sword Sect of the Sword Domain. Well, I am considered an abandoned disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect."

Having said this, he gave Fu Hai Zhen Jun a look, and Fu Hai Zhen Jun nodded.

He understood this operation. The Great Immortal Sect still had to maintain its dignity in normal times, but what if they wanted to do something bad?

There will be abandoned disciples, traitors who steal things from the sect and run away.

When the work is done, most of them will be caught by the Xianzong's thundering force, and they will be taken back under the pretext of being strictly enforced by the sect's rules.

Then, after another few decades, they repented and returned to the sect.

I think this person is such a person. If something happens, he will be abandoned by the sect. If someone takes advantage of you or is in life-threatening danger, he will arrange for monks to capture him and bring him back to the sect to repent.

"How about we make a deal, my friend?"

"Tell me about it."

When cultivators reach the Nascent Soul level, there is less thinking about fighting and killing and more about worldly matters in their minds.

It is not easy for everyone to practice till today. If you help me today and I help you tomorrow, this is the only way to live longer.

And many times, as long as it does not involve fundamental interests or their path, there is still room for discussion.

This also caused many Jindan and Foundation Establishment cultivators to have no idea why their ancestors made such stupid decisions.

They just took the trade-off to the extreme.

Be ruthless to those you can defeat, respect those of the same level, and be tolerant of those who are more powerful than you.

If they can grasp this balance well, Nascent Soul cultivators can basically live a very comfortable life.

What they fear most is someone like Zheng Sanjin, an external Nascent Soul with unknown purpose, who will break this balance.

"From now on, Tianqing Sect will turn a blind eye to me. When my uncles come in the future, I can help you protect a few of your relatives. How do you think?"

"Uncle masters?"

"Ah, yes, they also made mistakes. They left Lingxiao Sword Sect and are all abandoned disciples, abandoned disciples."

Fu Hai Zhenjun said in his heart, is it true?

A great immortal sect like Lingxiao Sword Sect was going to make a move against them. He had no doubt that Zheng Sanjin, a sword cultivator at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage with such terrifying combat power, could be from somewhere else but Lingxiao Sword Sect?

"I don't know how much sea area your noble clan, oh no, your noble abandoned disciples, want."

Zheng Sanjin laughed, and the sun rose where the sky met the sea.

The light shone on his face, half of it was in darkness, so that even his smile looked a little sinister, and the other half was bathed in sunlight, very bright.

"We want everything around us. Just one Tianqing Sect is not enough!"