Ma Zhengxiong's experience made everyone present confused. His eyes looked at Fang Ling at the same time. The foundation-building monks who had such a little contempt for the young Jindan Zhenren just now became extremely respectful.

"You...you dare to attack me, Wei Shuo Zhenren... will not let you go!" Ma Zhengxun glared at Fang Ling with his head raised and said dissatisfied. But as soon as he finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Use talismans to seal his magic power, and hang it on the flagpole and be swelled by the mountain wind for a hundred days!" Fang Ling's eyes fell on a thin middle-aged monk. This middle-aged monk was one of the few monks who came to welcome Fang Ling at the peak of foundation building.

Of course, the middle-aged monk understood what Fang Ling meant, but after hesitating, he clasped his fists and said to Fang Ling: "Real person, although Ma Zhengxiong was offending you, I think it would be a little punishment, this is hanging on the flagpole..."

Fang Ling looked at the middle-aged monk, and his eyes became colder. At this time, the middle-aged monk refused to execute his orders. Fang Ling would never think that it was because he punished too much. The Demonic Sect is the strong. The reason why the middle-aged monk said this was because he weighed the measure and weighed the pros and cons, and felt that it would be more beneficial to him not to execute his orders.

Although Fang Ling did not want to be the king, he would never allow any voices against him on his territory. Otherwise, he would be able to follow the words and follow the words below. What's the use of this? In addition, this was the first time that Wei Shang Zhenren. Fang Ling had heard of it. Although most of his time in Luoyingshan, he still knew the names of the Jindan Zhenren people of the Qianzhu Sect.

No one was named Wei Shang. It seems that it was really interesting!

The thought flashed in his mind, and Fang Ling's spiritual consciousness rushed towards the middle-aged monk. Although the middle-aged monk was prepared, with his cultivation level, how could he resist Fang Ling's spiritual consciousness? In an instant, the monk also hugged his head with both hands and threw himself to the ground.

"Since you think about him so much, then you should stay with him!" Fang Ling glanced at the monk coldly, and his eyes fell on the man named Jiu and said, "Hold them both under the gale wind."

This sentence was said softly, but it was extremely powerful in Uncle Jiu's ears. He glanced at Ma Zhengxiong, then bowed respectfully to Fang Ling. Then he quickly took out two spells and stuck them on Ma Zhengxiong and the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk did not dare to say anything. But Ma Zhengxiong had recovered at this time. He shouted sternly: "Yang Jiu, you dare to treat me like this. When Wei Shang Zhenren investigates this matter, I will definitely let you die without a place to die!"

Yang Jiu was also a fierce man, and he had already taken action at this time. When he heard Ma Zhengxiong's scolding, he immediately took out a python rope from his small Qiankun bag. He fiercely tied Ma Zhengxiong into a ball and threw it under the cliff.

This action scared the middle-aged monk. A look of prayer appeared in his eyes. Yang Jiu hesitated for a moment and did not use the method of dealing with Ma Zhengxiong to deal with the middle-aged monk. He just tied his hands and hung it under the cliff.

Fang Ling looked at all this and did not say much, but walked into the palace. The hall was solemn and a throne carved from gold was placed solemnly in the middle of the hall.

The moment Fang Ling sat down on this throne, the foundation-building monks who were originally full of awe, who did not know who led the head, fell to the ground again, and at the same time, they loudly congratulated: "We pay homage to Master Fang Ling, the real person will be blessed with Jin'an!"

Fang Ling looked at the people kneeling down below, and a hint of pride rose in his heart. Although he was not willing to be king, he had to admit that listening to this kind of kneeling and worshiping sound like a tsunami, it felt really good.

With a gentle wave, Fang Ling said in a deep voice: "Everyone, please get up. This time I call you all over here. In addition to meeting you, there are some other things to tell you..."

"Hahaha, I heard that Fang Zhenren was promoted to Qianzhu Cultivator Shifang Zhenren, my Wei Shang Zhenren was very happy and asked me to come and congratulate him." A sharp voice suddenly came from outside.

The foundation-building monk standing below the Lord, his face changed drastically when he heard the true man Wei Shang. Some monks who stood farther even started to talk in a low voice. For a moment, the entire hall was in chaos. The majestic atmosphere that Fang Ling had just created disappeared at this moment.

Fang He An, who was standing next to Fang Ling's seat, felt very uncomfortable. He wanted to speak, but he had no confidence. Just as he was hesitating, he saw the door of the hall being pushed open with force, and two monks at the peak of foundation building walked in with a smile on their faces.

The one walking in front was a man who was five feet tall and had a round face, and seemed to be smiling. As soon as he entered the door, he clasped his fists at Fang Ling and said, "Haha, let's sit down and ask for the Zhou to look for it. Meeting Fang Ling, congratulations to Fang Ling for his achievements and to take charge of the situation."

Zhou Haofeng, the name is really not very good, but Fang Ling was not paying attention to this, but the words Wei Shang Zhenren. Since he came to Baiyue Mountain, the name of this Wei Shang Zhenren has been constantly appearing in his ears, and the Ma Zhengxun, who dared to threaten him, also relied on this Wei Shang Zhenren.

Fang Ling waved his hand to Zhou's court and said, "Thank you to Master Wei Shang for me."

Zhou Hao smiled and said a golden post like a trick in his hand, and said with both hands: "Wei Shu Zhenren asked his subordinates to bring some gifts, but the small gift is not respectable."

Fang Ling waved his hand, and the golden prayer book fell into his hand. When he opened the prayer book, he saw that it was written on it that he would congratulate Fang Ling on the realization of the golden elixir. Below is a list of gifts, the most conspicuous of which are ten thousand taels of gold and hundreds of pairs of white jade, and then some clothes and other things. If these things were placed in ordinary wealthy families, they could really be called a gift, but for a Jindan real person like Fang Ling, these gifts were simply insulting people. Not to mention Jindan real person, even a foundation-building cultivator would give them something useful for cultivation. Who gave such golden jade things?

Fang Ling casually collected the prayer letter and said calmly: "I thanked your Weishang Zhenren on my behalf." As he spoke, he said to Yang Jiu: "Which real person is Weishang Zhenren? Why have I never heard of it?"

Zhou Taifeng's expression changed immediately. Fang Ling's disdainful attitude was obviously an insult to Wei Shang Zhenren. However, this question made him unable to find any fault.

"Report to the real person, Wei Shang Zhenren is the Jindan Zhenren of the Lianjiang Sword Sect. He advanced to the Jindan two hundred years ago, and now he has the cultivation level of the middle stage of the Jindan." Yang Jiu tied himself to Fang Ling's warship because Fang Ling asked him to attack Ma Zhengxiong. This time, when answering Fang Ling's words, he quickly woke up. The Jindan Zhenren who had been promoted to the Jindan Zhenren for 200 years, and was in the middle stage of the Jindan. These are all telling Fang Ling that Wei Shang is not easy to mess with.

Fang Ling nodded and then said, "Wait a minute, you can get 100,000 taels of gold, 1,000 pairs of jade bi, and 100 hu of pearls for the envoy Zhou to bring back. Wei Shang Zhenren's life is not easy, so we should be more considerate." As soon as Fang Ling said, Zhou Taifeng, who had been smiling, could no longer laugh on his face. The cold-faced young man standing behind Zhou Taifeng, glared at Fang Ling and asked, "Zheng Ling Fang Ling, what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting!" Fang Ling smiled and then threw the greeting book at Yang Jiuyi and said, "You read this greeting book to everyone. This is the congratulations of Wei Shang Zhenren, you must be respectful."

Yang Jiu swept the content of the visiting letter and immediately understood why Fang Ling said that. Although he was a little happy with Fang Ling's toughness in his heart, he was more worried. How could Fang Ling, who had just become the real person of Jindan, be the opponent of Wei Shang? If two sides fight, although Wei Shang may not necessarily take Fang Ling's life, it is inevitable to show his eyes. But in the end he gritted his teeth and recited loudly: "Minister Wei Shang congratulated Fang Ling on his achievements in the Golden Pill, and gave him ten taels of gold, hundreds of pairs of jade bi, and ten hu of pearls..."

Zhou Taifeng's face was a little embarrassed. The meaning of Wei Shang's real person asked him to give these gifts this time was that it was the demonstration of Fang Ling. Unexpectedly, Fang Ling had such a move, which was simply a slap in Wei Shang's face.

"What a precious gift!" A rude foundation-building monk said with three sarcastic words. As he said this, someone laughed and echoed: "Yes, yes, Wei Shang Zhenren's life is really not easy!"

The young man who followed Zhou Haofeng was about to speak, Zhou Haofeng pulled him and then said lightly: "Minister Fang, Wei Shangzhen's family has great business and many disciples, and life is a bit difficult. This time he asked his subordinates to come down. In addition to congratulating you on achieving the Golden Pill, there are two magic orders to let me convey to Zhenren Fang."

Speaking of this, Zhou Haofan's expression became extremely rigorous and said in a deep voice: "Xuan Weishang Zhenren's Dharma Imperial Law: First, from now on, the mountains and rivers five hundred miles west of Qingluo Gorge will belong to our Langjiang Sword Sect; second, from this year, the offerings of Weishang Zhenren here will double, that is, one thousand medium-grade immortal stones, three hundred spiritual medicines for more than five hundred years, 150,000 kilograms of refined iron in the hardware, and 1,000 kinds of various magical materials..."

Listening to the Dharma I've been reviewing this week, the faces of the foundation-building monks in the entire hall changed. However, several monks who had been following Ma Zhengxiu had smiled on their faces. Obviously, they were very happy that they could be assigned to the Langjiang Sword Sect.

It took nearly a quarter of an hour to finish reading this list. After reading it, he smiled and said to Fang Ling: "Minister Fang, my Master Wei Shang said, it's not easy for me to come here, so you can clear the offerings of this year now!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!