Chapter 210 The Transaction of the Strong

Fu Ping Fang, a private room.

Ning Daoran sat by the window and drank tea with Chen Ping'er.

Practicing Buddhism is arduous, and one must also pay attention to the combination of work and rest. When he is free, he will come to Chen Ping'er to relax.

"I didn't expect Mo Yunting to value the Shadowless Wood so much."

Chen Ping'er frowned and said, "A mere piece of shadowless wood is used to make friends with a Jindan cultivator. What a profitable business this is. Mo Yunting doesn't understand such a simple principle?"

“It’s different.”

Ning Daoran smiled in relief and said, "The leader of the Mo Yunting Divine Weapon Sect is a mid-stage Jindan cultivator and a divine craftsman. How could such a powerful person take a mere early-stage Jindan cultivator seriously?"

He sighed: "Alas, to put it bluntly, it is really not a good thing for a casual cultivator to be out there. If I had the support of the Ten Great Immortal Sects, Mo Yunting would most likely give up some of the Shadowless Wood."

Chen Ping'er nodded, this made sense.

But at this moment, there was a loud noise on the street.

The second floor of the brothel diagonally opposite was originally a beautiful scene of "beautiful women waving their sleeves all over the floor", but at this moment a figure broke the railing and fell from the second floor.

Judging from her appearance, she is a prostitute, and she is extremely beautiful.

“Ah~~~”

A group of prostitutes were so frightened that they stepped back one after another. Some of them looked at the bloodstains on the ground and shouted, "Someone is dead...someone is dead..."

"Oh my God, little Xiyu, my little Xiyu..."

The madam rushed out, knelt beside the woman who was twitching, and wiped away her tears.

"Noisy!"

A figure descended from the sky. It was a male cultivator in white, in the late foundation building stage. He was none other than Mo Xinglie, the young master of the Divine Weapon Sect.

Just as Ning Daoran guessed, this young master really treated Fan Book City as his own backyard.

"I'll ask you one more question."

Mo Xinglie gently stepped on the woman's cheekbone and asked in a cold voice, "Are you willing to serve me tonight?"

"I……"

The woman who was being stepped on was quite stubborn. She kept spitting blood foam from her mouth, but she still said intermittently: "I... would rather... die..."

"Then die!"

Mo Xinglie exerted force with his feet, and the woman's head instantly turned into pieces.

"My...my daughter..."

The madam cried even harder, but was also extremely frightened. She took several steps back and rolled on the ground: "Is there still justice? Is there still law? Someone is killing someone in the street, someone is killing someone..."

"Very noisy!"

Mo Xinglie raised his hand slightly, and a small bag of spirit stones flew out and landed in front of the madam, saying, "These spirit stones are enough to buy your entire brothel, get out now!"

He turned around and wanted to continue drinking in the brothel.

"Lawless..."

Ning Daoran frowned and watched everything happen.

"Fellow Daoist Ning."

Chen Ping'er shook her head slowly: "This is how Fan Book City is. Half of the revenue of the entire Fan Book City depends on the Divine Weapon Sect. The Divine Weapon Sect is more important to Fan Book City than the government. Mo Yunting dotes on this only son so much, who dares to provoke him?

If you want to enforce justice on behalf of heaven, you will completely offend the Divine Weapon Sect. Not only you, but also the sword-making shop behind you will be implicated."

Soon after, a group of imperial detectives in smocks arrived with the sound of horse hooves.

One of the lieutenants looked at the bodies on the street and was immediately filled with anger: "Mo Xinglie, you are lawless. Do you really think that Fanshu City is your backyard?"

"What did you say?"

On the second floor, Mo Xinglie walked out holding a jade cup and sneered, "How dare a dog of the city guard speak to me like that?"

"you……"

The young lieutenant raised his hand and drew his sword: "Today, I will arrest you, the evil man who committed the crime in public!"

"Do you think you are worthy?"

Mo Xinglie did not hide the contempt in his eyes at all. He suddenly crushed the jade cup in his hand, and the magic power of the late foundation building period burst out of his body. He controlled several spiritual weapons to fall from the sky. Immediately, a flying sword wrapped in thunder and lightning flew straight to the throat of the young lieutenant.

"you!"

The young captain was quite skilled and quickly rolled over to avoid the attack, but the horse under him instantly broke into two pieces and blood spilled all over the ground.

He was only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. In terms of cultivation, he was no match for Mo Xinglie, who was in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. What's more, the other party also possessed several top-grade spiritual weapons.

"Mo Xinglie!"

Several constables drew their swords at the same time: "Our lord is a cloud-patterned captain under the command of the city lord. If you kill him, it would be tantamount to rebellion!"

"Did I say I was going to kill him?"

The next moment, several spiritual weapons fell and knocked the young captain to the ground.

“Swish!”

A silver rope suddenly shot out like a snake and instantly tied up the young captain tightly.

Then, Mo Xinglie stomped hard on the captain's face and sneered, "Who do you think you are? How dare you interfere in my business? If you want to learn to be chivalrous and righteous, you must have some skills. What skills do you have, you useless bastard?"

The young captain was humiliated in public and his face turned red for a moment.

"The Lord City Guard is here, the Lord City Guard is here!"

Not far away, there was another noise.

Amid the sound of horse hooves, a rather wealthy middle-aged man rode over on horseback. He was the city guard of Fanshu City.

"Mo Xinglie, don't go too far. Just stop now and let my people go."

This city defender didn't even dare to say a single firm word.

Mo Xinglie laughed and kicked the captain out, saying, "Keep your dog under control, don't let him come out and bite people in broad daylight!"

As he spoke, he rose from the ground, transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the direction of Red Leaf Valley.

The city defender was so angry that his face turned pale and blue.

…

Ning Daoran looked indifferent, stood up and left.

It is only a matter of time before Mo Xinglie brings disaster to Hongye Valley.

And Mo Yunting is destined to pay the price for allowing his son to commit crimes, so Ning Daoran is not in a hurry at all and will wait and see how the situation develops.

As for the Universal Cloud Thunder Hammer Technique and the Shadowless Wood, everything you need will be there, so there's no need to rush.

A few days later.

"Senior Ning, something big has happened again!"

Sang Ping'an rushed into the backyard with an excited look on his face: "In less than half a month, Mo Xinglie committed a crime in public again in Fanshu City. Guess what, the woman he accidentally killed was actually the daughter of the city guard Wang Chengruo!"

"ah?"

Ning Daoran was startled: "Wang Chengruo will definitely not let this go, right?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Exactly."

Sang Pingan said excitedly: "The city guard has sent someone to inform the Qingzhou Zhenxian Tower of this matter, saying that he wants to invite the Zhenxian Tower's guardian Wuxian to come and handle this matter personally!

I heard that the new martial immortal of Qingzhou Zhenxian Tower is named Feng Tianzong, and he is a martial artist in the middle stage of Baodan who is good at swordsmanship. He is extremely powerful and has killed a middle stage Jindan warrior from Sangyu Country in the border battle!"

“I see…”

Ning Daoran smiled faintly and said nothing.

A few days later, Sang Ping'an brought news again.

Feng Tianzong did come, and he came to Hongye Valley alone to call the Divine Weapon Sect to task.

Mo Yunting came out in person to meet him.

After some pleasantries from both sides, Feng Tianzong wanted to arrest Mo Xinglie and execute him, but Mo Yunting said that he was also at fault for not parenting his son well and was willing to take the blame on his son's behalf.

Feng Tianzong made a promise that if Mo Yunting could take three of his sword attacks with his bare hands without being defeated, he would not pursue the matter further.

So, in that dark night.

The monks and warriors who were watching saw three consecutive stunning sword lights sweeping across the Red Leaf Valley.

But afterwards, Feng Tianzong turned around and left without making things difficult for Hongye Valley.

Mo Yunting actually caught three sword strikes from a martial artist in the middle stage of Baodan with his bare hands. Although he suffered some minor injuries, he managed to save his life in the end.

"Oh shit……"

Ning Daoran frowned. It is said that the law of nature is good, how can Mo Xinglie escape this? Is there still justice? Is there still the law? He even suspected that there might be some PY transaction between Mo Yunting and Feng Tianzong. Otherwise, if you Feng Tianzong really want to capture him, then capture him. Why make a three-sword agreement? To show that you are very capable? In addition, Mo Yunting is a divine craftsman, not a divine general. He is not that strong as a middle-stage Jindan. How can he take three swords from a middle-stage Baodan with his bare hands?

Therefore, it was more like the two Jindan masters tacitly performed a play in order to shut up the city defender Wang Chengruo.

Wang Chengruo was a civil servant, just an ordinary person.

The unjust death of his daughter did not seem to be a big deal to the Divine Weapon Sect or the Zhenxian Tower.

…

This day.

Ning Daoran was drinking tea at Fu Ping Fang again.

Today, Chen Ping'er wore a skirt that was not too long. The hem of the skirt did not even reach her knees, and her pair of white and tender long legs were extremely eye-catching.

"Would you like to have lunch in the square at noon?"

Chen Ping'er said, "The cooking skills of the chefs at Fu Ping Fang are pretty good."

"If there is no additional charge, Ning will stay for dinner."

For a moment, Chen Ping'er covered her mouth and chuckled: "No, no, just consider this meal as my treat for you."

"That's great."

"Fellow Daoist Ning, can you make some Xuanyuan Pills for me?" Chen Ping'er smiled faintly: "I feel that my cultivation has become more solid recently, and it is time to consider breaking through."

"Can."

Ning Daoran knew there was no such thing as a free lunch: "But the materials must be provided by fellow Daoist. I can make the elixir for you, free of charge."

"good!"

A few days later, Chen Ping'er advanced to the late stage of foundation building.

Fu Ping Fang held a banquet for this purpose, and Ning Daoran was also present, presenting a small gift as a token of his appreciation.

After that, life became dull again.

…

One year later.

Big Dumb Deer's Wind and Thunder Hammer Technique has reached the highest level!

When it was holding the hammer and forging iron, it already felt like a god and looked quite awesome.

In addition, the fire-eating ants raised in the Lingpu Cave evolved again by fighting each other, and actually evolved a kind of exquisite shell-like spiritual armor that lingered around their bodies.

Ning Daoran named it the Tiangang Spirit Armor. About one tenth of the fire-eating ants already possessed the Tiangang Spirit Armor, which is capable of both offense and defense. Their strength has increased again!

Old man Ou Yeping is getting older day by day, but his words are getting harder and harder, and he regrets his moves more and more often.

Ning Daoran didn't take it seriously and just happily played chess and drank with the old man every day.

…

Nine years passed in the blink of an eye.

The Big Dumb Deer's Wind and Thunder Hammer Technique has been upgraded to return to its original state.

Ou Yeping's life is coming to an end.

(End of this chapter)