Mystic God-level Emperor System

"Brother Kuang Xian, why is there no movement? Is he afraid?"

Xu Wannian looked at the inn suspiciously.

“Does this person live here?”

Someone asked, eyes falling on Fang Jun.

Fang Jun nodded slightly, "There will be people in the world who saw him enter the inn and never come out again."

"I heard that before this person had a conflict with your World Society, he used a top-quality spiritual coin to buy an ancient mysterious wood?"

"It's true."

Fang Jun said calmly.

Everyone's eyes were quite strange. Even with their status, they couldn't produce a top-quality spiritual coin.

This is equivalent to about 1.2 million low-grade spiritual coins, and a Martial Lord only needs 70,000 to 80,000 spiritual coins a year to practice normally.

This is quite rich.

If money is tight, 20,000 to 30,000 spirit coins are enough for an ordinary Martial Lord to practice steadily.

"He is a Martial Lord from the Zhentian Sect, so he won't hide his head or show his tail."

The corners of Kuang Xian's mouth raised slightly, and he kept playing with the strings in his hand. The melodious music played in his ears, and many people's faces gradually showed a look of intoxication.

More and more people came here after hearing the sound of the piano.

"Isn't that Kuang Xian? Why is he playing the piano in the street?"

"You don't know yet? I heard that a Martial Master from the Heaven-Suppressing Sect has arrived, and Kuang Xian plans to challenge him."

"There are other things like this!"

The people who came from behind had a look of excitement in their eyes.

It is really rare to see a genius like Kuang Xian take action. Sometimes watching this kind of competition can verify the shortcomings of one's own martial arts and improve it!

"I heard that the Heaven-Suppressing Martial Master killed a deacon Hu from the Tianxiahui, so Kuang Xian took action."

"The deacon of the Tianxiahui was killed? Don't you understand that a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake? If you dare to kill people from the Tianxiahui on our Pingsui Island, isn't this turning a blind eye to the island owner?"

"Haha, just wait and see. I don't think this Martial Lord can leave this place easily. At least, he has to apologize in person in front of everyone."

"I think it's best to pay with your life."

"Are you thinking too much? A warrior from the Heaven-Suppressing Sect would pay for his life to an innate realm? Even the island owner would not agree. Do you really think that the Heaven-Suppressing Sect is a small sect? If the Four Tribulations Dharma-Phase Golden Body is angry, I'm afraid he will The entire Pingsui Island must be overthrown!"

There were whispers all around, and some words reached Fang Jun's ears, causing his face to darken slightly.

He personally hopes that the other party can pay with his life, but some people's words are indeed reasonable. Presumably Kuang Xian has also thought of this and will not kill him at all.

At this moment, a large group of people walked up not far away, and the passers-by around them got out of the way.

The person who came was none other than the leader of the Tianxia Huihui, Fang Jun’s father, Fang Che!

"Father."

Fang Jun took a step forward and cupped his fists.

Fang Che nodded gloomily, and then forced out a smile when he looked at Kuang Xian.

Kuang Xian was concentrating on playing the strings, and the melodious sound of the piano was like a mountain spring or a stream, and the jingling sounds made people feel relaxed.

When Fang Che saw this, he did not interrupt, but whispered to Fang Jun: "Is the person who took action really a warrior from the Heaven-Suppressing Sect?"

"The child has seen his token with his own eyes, so it should be true."

Fang Jun whispered.

"Are they similar to the three wanted on Black Mountain Island?"

Fang Che asked again.

"Not them."

Fang Jun shook his head.

A flash of disappointment flashed in Fang Che's eyes. If it weren't for those three people, he wouldn't be able to use the power of Heishan Island to rectify the name of the Tianxiahui.

Fortunately, Fang Jun invited Kuang Xian out, and he could teach him a lesson in front of everyone, and his reputation in the world would be restored.

"Hey, Martial Master of the Zhentian Sect, Brother Kuang Xian personally invited you, why are you so timid?

Hurry up and come out to challenge. Our Pingsui Island is not Zhongzhou. When you come to our place, you have to act according to the rules of Pingsui Island.

Do you really think that there is nothing wrong with killing the warriors on Pingsui Island at will? "

Seeing that Su Han had not come forward for a long time, Xu Wannian couldn't help but shouted loudly.

As soon as she opened her mouth, many warriors around her also spoke in agreement. These were the natives of Pingsui Island, and of course they had to turn to their own people.

"Zhentian sent Wu Zun out!"

"Come out quickly!"

"Stop hiding! Kuang Xian invites a fight. If you can't hide, you will lose all face to your Zhentian Sect!"

The shouts and shouts came and went, and gradually, even some ordinary people joined in and kept shouting.

The innkeeper's face turned pale and he was sweating as he stood at the counter. Fortunately, he saw Su Han walking out not long after.

"Guest, those two rooms and shops are going to be taken back. I'm sorry. As a small temple, we don't dare to go against the island master's mansion."

When the shopkeeper saw Su Han, he quickly walked up to him and saluted with clasped fists.

The expressions of other people in the inn changed. Is this the Martial Lord of the Heaven-Suppressing Sect? Why is there still an arm missing?

"You don't dare to go against the island master's mansion, so you dare to go against my Tianzhen faction?"

Su Han smiled and patted the shopkeeper's cheek: "No one has come to trouble you. You are so anxious to clear away your responsibilities. This is not the way to do business. Who are you so anxious to flatter?"

The shopkeeper froze on the spot, and before he could speak, Su Han had already walked out of the inn door.

Outside, everyone's shouts disappeared immediately after seeing Su Han.

"Is this the Martial Lord of the Zhentian Sect?"

"Why do you only have one arm?"

"I'm afraid I've had my arm chopped off by a powerful enemy."

The eyes of Fang Che and his son, Xu Wannian and others all fell on Su Han.

Only Kuang Xian seemed not to have noticed Su Han, and was concentrating on playing the strings. His long black hair moved without any wind, and he had a sense of immortality all over his body.

"It's really lively."

Su Han glanced at everyone and smiled.

"Are you going to compete with me in martial arts or piano skills?"

Su Han's eyes fell on Kuang Xian and he smiled lightly.

Kuang Xian seemed not to hear it, but the sound of the piano unknowingly became louder.

"Brother Kuang Xian has a habit. Before competing with others, he likes to play a piece of music to cultivate his mind. Just wait here until this piece of music is played."

Xu Wannian looked Su Han up and down and sneered.

The corners of Kuang Xian's mouth rose slightly.

"I don't have the spare time."

Su Han raised his hand and made a flying knife of the soul.

However, he had calculated his strength and did not use too much power of the soul. It would not kill Kuang Xian, but it would make him faint.

Qiang——

Kuang Xian suddenly lay down on the piano, and the originally peaceful tune suddenly became harsh and scary.

"what happened?"

"Kang Xian, what is this?"

There was a look of astonishment on everyone's faces.

Fang Che reacted the fastest and immediately checked on Kuang Xian's condition and found that he was breathing a little quickly and seemed to have fainted.

"hiss--"

Fang Che took a deep breath, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes. What kind of method is this?

Martial Lord, who was in the early stage of Soul Gathering, fainted so quietly?

"Is it him?" Fang Jun subconsciously looked at Su Han. Seeing a faint mocking smile on Su Han's face, Fang Jun felt as if a storm was rising in his heart.