Aiming for the Immortal Path

Feng Jianxing stared intently, then raised his hand and waved it in the air.

In the sleeve robe, a powerful ball of true energy immediately surged out, like a drumstick, hitting the courtyard door in front of him heavily.

"Buzz!"

With a low muffled sound, the aura of the courtyard formation quickly rose, and the formation marks quickly became clear.

But before the formation could be activated, the courtyard door suddenly opened with a 'crunch'.

The moment the door opened, he saw nine monks standing in the courtyard.

Eight of them were men and women, all of whom appeared to be middle-aged.

The clothes on his body were billowing, exuding a tyrannical aura of cultivation, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face, and his eyes were looking at where Feng Jianxing and Su Twelve were outside the door.

Among the eight people, three are monks in the out-of-body stage, and the remaining five are monks in the Nascent Soul stage.

But regardless of the level of cultivation, there is a strong aura of flames spreading all over the body. This...is a sign of years of refining weapons and dealing with spiritual fire.

Obviously, these people, without exception, are all weapon refiners from the Shen Weapon Workshop.

The first person was an old man with white beard and hair.

The old man's aura was surging, exuding the aura of a monk far beyond the orifice stage. His cultivation level was obviously not below that of Feng Jianxing.

He was also staring in the direction outside the door, with flames flashing in his eyes.

Obviously, his skill in weapon refining is even more extraordinary, and he also makes no secret of his dissatisfaction.

"Who do I think he is? It turns out to be Elder Keqing of my Bitao Villa, Elder Fengjian Xingfeng, known as Fenghaishenzhu in the world of immortality."

"I heard that just now in the central hall, Elder Feng killed several of his fellow disciples in Baizhangfang City. He was very majestic!"

"Elder Feng was ordered to take care of Baizhangfang City. If he doesn't handle the affairs of the city, why would he be interested in coming to my small place and knocking on the door?"

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, he armed himself with a gun and a stick, showing off his yin and yang attitude, making no secret of his dissatisfaction with Feng Jianxing.

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Su Twelve stood behind Feng Jianxing, his eyes turning rapidly.

It seems... Senior Feng's situation in Bitao Villa is not very optimistic!

However, Bitao Villa was already well-known in the immortal cultivation world for its weapon refining, but it hired a casual weapon refining cultivator. This alone may be enough to cause dissatisfaction among many weapon refining masters.

Not to mention, this Baizhangfang City is a full-fledged flying boat in Bitao Villa. Bitao Villa wants to reorganize Baizhangfang City, but there are probably many people inside who are eyeing this piece of fat.

But in the end, it was Feng Jianxing, the foreign elder, who was responsible for this matter!

If other people could be kind to him, that would be damning!

Thoughts flashed across his mind, and Su Twelve instantly figured out the key.

However, he and Feng Jianxing came here just to refine weapons. He is not nosy, and with his level of cultivation, he cannot care about matters that exist during the distraction period.

Silently suppressing these thoughts, Su Twelve continued to wait patiently without making a move.

Feng Jianxing's expression did not change, and he looked at the old man in front of him calmly, "Elder Situ is joking, this Shenbingfang is also part of Baizhangfang City!"

The old man snorted, his expression becoming more and more dissatisfied, "Huh! It's true that Shenbingfang is located in Baizhangfang City, but it is under the jurisdiction of Bitao Villa. It is true that Elder Feng is a popular person in front of the owner of the village, but he still can't control it. My magic weapon workshop!”

The relationship between China and the city of Baizhangfang is complicated, although nowadays there are too many people and there is a trend of chaos.

But it is still the largest trading market in the Holy Land of Cultivation, and it is full of oil and gas.

Bitao Villa wants to reorganize Baizhangfang City. As the owner of Shenbingfang, he belongs to the elders of Bitao Villa.

He also lives in Baizhangfang City all year round.

It can be said that he is definitely the best candidate.

He is not the only one who thinks so, there are also many elders in Bitao Villa who are willing to support him.

But he didn't expect that at the last moment, the owner of the village would go out of his way to put this good thing on Feng Jianxing.

This alone made him very dissatisfied.

But just now, he received news that Feng Jianxing gathered everyone in the central hall and killed dozens of Baizhangfang City's backbones.

Many of them are related to him.

Such news made him even more furious, but he didn't expect that before he went to Feng Jianxing to ask for an explanation, the other party came to him first.

"Elder Situ, don't worry, it is true that the previous Shen Weapang was directly under the jurisdiction of Bitao Villa."

"But before Feng came to Baizhangfang City from Bitao Villa on this trip, the owner of the village had other arrangements. From now on, whether it is Elder Situ's Shenbingfang or other properties managed by the Villa, all belong to Baizhang. Fangshi arranges management.”

"This is the secret order from the owner of the village. If Elder Situ has any objections, he can go to Bitao Villa at any time and ask the owner for a reaction!"

Feng Jianxing was unhurried and calm from beginning to end.

At the end of the sentence, he raised his hand and waved, and a sword-shaped bamboo stick exuding mysterious spiritual power flew out of his palm and flew to Elder Situ.

As soon as the latter touched the bamboo stick, a mysterious spiritual power penetrated from between his eyebrows.

For a moment, Elder Situ's body trembled slightly, and when he looked at Feng Jianxing again, his eyes were still full of resentment, but his aura quickly converged, and he became less arrogant.

No matter how unconvinced Feng Jianxing was, he still had to listen to the village owner's arrangements.

Unless...he plans to betray Bitao Villa.

But this shows

It’s not realistic!

"I already know the arrangement of the village owner. Let's talk about how Elder Feng plans to arrange this divine weapon workshop next."

Feng Jianxing put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "The responsibility of the Divine Weapon Workshop is to refine magical weapons for sale by various merchants in Baizhangfang City. This has been the case in the past, and it will still be the case in the future."

"Feng has no intention of changing anything about the Shen Weapon. He just hopes that Elder Situ will keep this in mind and make the Shen Weapon in the future purer."

"Managing Baizhangfang Market may be a fat job in the eyes of others. But Feng's ambition is not here. If the village owner hadn't insisted on arranging this, Feng would never have appeared here."

"When Baizhangfang City is reorganized, Feng will leave on his own."

"As for whether Elder Situ can be responsible for Baizhangfang City in the future, it all depends on Elder Situ's ability."

Halfway through his words, he changed the subject and directly expressed his feelings to Elder Situ.

He really has no interest in Baizhangfang City, and he has no intention of offending the person in front of him to death.

After hearing the second half of Feng Jianxing's words, Elder Situ's eyes suddenly flashed with light.

"Hmph! What Elder Feng said is nice, but I am not a three-year-old child! Elder Feng really thinks that I will believe what you say?"

With a muffled groan, Elder Situ immediately spoke up, still looking dissatisfied.

But the hostility in his eyes also dissipated somewhat.

He has been coveting Baizhangfang City for a long time.

Even if there is just a glimmer of hope, it makes his heart beat!

"Believe it or not, that is Elder Situ's own business. Feng Mou has already said what needs to be said. Next, please ask Elder Situ to help arrange it. Feng Mou agreed to refine a treasure for the little friend! It happened to be borrowed from the Shen Weapon Workshop. The twin fires of heaven and earth fulfill this promise.”

Feng Jianxing groaned, his tone obviously lacking some patience.