Chapter 290 This Is Not a Campaign, This Is a Death Sentence for Him

After taking the materials, he returned to the room in the Holy Child Hall.

After telling Luo Hua not to be disturbed by anyone, he set up a formation and prepared to refine the elixir.

Taking out the Falling Flame Pill Furnace, Fang Chen let out a breath of turbid air.

There are still more than ten days left, so we need to speed up the pace.

So, he began to refine the elixir.

And the news that Fang Chen would return to the Tianxue Holy Sect in more than ten days spread immediately.

As for who spread it, it was undoubtedly Ye Ling and others.

At this moment, in the main hall of Tianxue Holy Sect, Ye Ling was looking at the elixirs he had grown in his medicine garden.

At this time, Mingluo came to report: "Master, the news has spread. It won't take long. That bastard's challenge to the saint will be completely known to the world."

"Yeah." Ye Ling nodded.

Mingluo asked in confusion: "Master, why do you want to build momentum for that bastard?"

"Building momentum?"

Ye Ling laughed and said: "This is not to create momentum, this is to set him up for death."

"Dead end?" Mingluo was still puzzled.

Ye Ling picked up the gourd on the side and took some spiritual water to irrigate his elixir.

He said: "The old antiques in the sect are very face-conscious, especially the name of the saint, which represents the entire Tianxue Holy Sect."

"That bastard came to divorce his wife for the first time. Because it was just a family matter of the sect leader, they tolerated it."

"But this time it's different. In a decisive battle between the two sides, everyone is happy if the saint wins. But if she loses, the majesty of the Snow Saint Sect will be greatly reduced that day."

"And those old antiques will naturally not let go of this bastard who damages the dignity of the sect."

Mingluo was stunned, but then said: "But the possibility of the Saint's defeat is very small."

"Of course I know that the bastard can't win over the Saint. But if the bastard can fall off the cliff and survive, it means he is somewhat extraordinary."

Speaking of this, a coldness flashed in his eyes: "So we can't give him any chance of survival this time. No matter he wins or loses, he won't be able to leave the Tianxue Holy Sect!"

"Young master is wise!" Mingluo admired him.

Ye Ling's expression returned to normal and said: "Go and see when Master will be released from seclusion. Just in case, it's best to let Master sit in."

"Yes." Mingluo retreated.

Ye Ling looked at the elixir and sneered: "Bastard, you will never come back this time!"

One city, one restaurant.

When the news spread, the battle between Fang Chen and Zhao Shimai naturally became a topic of discussion among the monks.

Several tables in the restaurant were filled with monks from all walks of life, discussing animatedly.

"This lower domain monk is so brave, he actually dares to challenge the saint Zhao Shimai!"

"Does he really think that he can fight the Saint after passing the three levels? Don't laugh to death."

"Last time he divorced the Saint and she didn't argue with him, yet he still dared to challenge her. It's really an extravagance."

Some people shook their heads and were extremely disdainful of Fang Chen.

Suddenly, a man and woman appeared in front of them.

The young man coughed and said: "You don't know, but I have more detailed information here. I know the reason why the two sides suddenly want to fight!"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Oh? This fellow Taoist knows?"

The young man put his hands on his hips and said, "Absolutely accurate news."

"Then say it quickly!" someone shouted.

The young man coughed dryly and sighed softly: "Hey, fellow Taoists, there is something wrong with me. I don't eat or drink, and I stutter when I speak."

Everyone was stunned, there is such a person?

It was just food and wine, so no one paid much attention to it.

One person said: "Fellow Taoist, come and sit here with me. You can eat and drink as you wish."

When the young man and the girl heard this, they were immediately happy and came to sit down at the table.

The young man cupped his hands and said, "Thank you so much, fellow Taoist. Jupiter is at the lower end. Do you know your surname?"

This young man is Duanmu Xing, and the girl is naturally Duanmu Baixue.

Then the Taoist friend who invited Duan Jupiter raised his hands and said, "I'm in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, I don't know."

He still wanted to be polite to the brother and sister, but Duanmu Xinghe and Duanmu Baixue had already picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

This scene instantly shocked everyone present!

For them, wine and food are just something they enjoy, and now they can avoid grains.

But the brother and sister were like reincarnated ghosts who had never eaten.

Especially Duanmu Baixue, although she looks so beautiful, she doesn't show any reserve when she eats.

"Sister! Don't grab it! This pig's trotters belongs to my brother!"

"Get out! These pig's trotters are mine! Do you understand, Aiyou!"

"Do you understand? As a sister! Can't you let your brother do it?"

"I should be the one who said this! Ah! You still snatched my chicken legs! A brother like you only deserves to eat chicken butts!"

The two of them even started fighting over each other when they were halfway through eating!

The aura of a young man from a rich family that he had just given off was instantly gone.

It took Jiang Fu a long time to react. When he saw that most of the food and wine on the table had disappeared, he said, "Duan, fellow Taoist Duanmu."

Only then did Duan Jupiter realize that he was a little out of control. He quickly stopped what he was doing, coughed dryly and said, "Sorry, I was a little out of control."

Do you have a little bit?

This is what everyone is thinking.

"Fellow Taoist Duanmu, what is the accurate news you are talking about?" Jiang Fu asked again.

When Duanmu Xing saw that the food and wine on the table were almost gone, he stopped arguing with Duanmu Baixue.

He coughed dryly and said, "In fact, what everyone doesn't know is that Fang Chen was besieged by many people after leaving Tianxue Holy Sect. He was chased all the way and disappeared after reaching the border of Beiyuan Domain. Perhaps, this is the reason why he challenged the Saint."

Everyone was stunned. They really didn't know about this.

Rumor has it that after Fang Chen left, he felt that divorcing his wife was not enough, and he felt that Zhao Shimai was easy to bully, so he decided to fight a life-and-death battle.

"Are you serious? What's the evidence?" Someone questioned.

"That's right, who is the Saint? Would she chase after this guy from the lower domain?"

Others also said, not believing Duanmu Xing's words.

Duanmu Xing didn't care, and said with a smile: "When Fang Chen left Tianxue Holy Sect, many people followed him. Many people saw this scene, and everyone knew that Fang Chen disappeared afterwards."

After this, the whole audience was silent.

Many people were present at the time, so they naturally saw it with their own eyes.

Moreover, Fang Chen severely humiliated Zhao Shimai at that time. Tianxue Saint Sect had many admirers of him, so it was impossible for them to let Fang Chen go.

Fang Chen was being hunted down, and it was reasonable for him to fight Zhao Shimai out of anger.

Someone snorted coldly: "So what? If the man from the Lower Domain had honestly handed over the marriage certificate, nothing would have happened. But he chose to divorce his wife, so he deserved to be hunted down."

"That's right!"

"That's right!"

His words were immediately recognized by everyone present.

But there was no mention of Zhao Shimai sending Qing Lao to the Lower Domain to humiliate Fang Chen.

In their eyes, what Zhao Shimai did to Fang Chen was justified.

And what Fang Chen did to Zhao Shimai was wrong.

Duanmu Xing was not surprised by this. In the eyes of these people, the identities of Fang Chen and Zhao Shimai were worlds apart.

Only Zhao Shimai could humiliate Fang Chen.

Fang Chen humiliated Zhao Shimai, which was a provocation and a big mistake.

"Alas, it's really realistic."

He sighed lightly, and said nothing more. He sat down again and picked up the wine pot beside him to take a sip.

But he found that the wine pot was empty, as Duanmu Baixue had already drunk it all.

He was furious: "You! You are a girl! You actually drank with your brother!"

Duanmu Baixue ignored her brother, but stared at those who said bad things about Fang Chen.

"Hmph! They are all bastards! Bad guys!"

She gritted her teeth and said, biting off a piece of chicken fiercely, pouring her anger on the chicken.

Seeing this, Duanmu Xing did not continue to be angry, and could only sit at the table decadently.

After this time, I don't know when I can drink wine again, how humble.

In a corner, a middle-aged man in tattered clothes was drinking a pot of wine.

Listening to what others said, the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "That guy is not dead."

This middle-aged man was Wan Tianzhi who helped Fang Chen fall to the cliff before.