Chapter 503: Sudden Cutoff (3000 words, please subscribe)
At this moment.
On the extremely prosperous main avenue of Lingxiaofang City, there are nine mid- to late-stage qi-training monks wearing Lingxiao Ling's Taoist robes and murderous auras, standing in a long queue, constantly scanning the surroundings, slowly walk.
The qi-training monks around the avenue showed a hint of fear when they saw these Ling monks. They did not dare to approach and stayed away, so as not to touch the bad luck of Ling's team patrolling the city.
Although the Ling monks in these patrols are not high in cultivation, they each possess several first-level high-grade magic weapons, and they also have many spiritual talismans in their hands, and they are extremely powerful.
Some time ago, the monks in the Qi training stage who caused trouble in Fangshi were easily killed by these patrols.
Ling's patrol also gained great prestige in Lingxiaofang City through killings.
At this moment, outside Fangshi, a loud sound filled with fear suddenly came.
“A Taoist friend of the Ling family, a buyer of spiritual objects from my stall, followed me after I left the market. Please save me.”
Hearing this, "Ling Pengcheng", the leader of the Ling's patrol team, immediately used the Zhanqi Technique and looked towards the place where the sound came from outside Fangshi.
Immediately, he saw on the ground a few miles away from Fangshi, a young monk with an ordinary appearance, exuding the aura of the late stage of Qi training, with a breeze surging around his body, but with fairly regular facial features, and a panic look on his face. Fleeing towards the city.
On the ground about half a mile behind him, there was a monk whose face was covered during the day and wrapped in a black robe. He could not tell the difference between male and female, but he exuded the coercion of the early stage of foundation building. catch up.
After the young monk who escaped shouted for help, attracting many monks in Lingxiaofang City, the cold face of the black-clothed early-stage foundation-building monk immediately darkened under his veil. .
“Damn it.”
He knew that in Lingxiaofang City, there was a Ling family monk who was a late-stage foundation-building monk.
But now he is not far from Fangshi, only a few miles away. If he is targeted by the Ling family's late-stage foundation-building monk in Fangshi, he will be in trouble.
Thinking of this, he immediately interrupted his escape, but before leaving, he did not intend to make it easy for the young "fat sheep".
He pinched his hands and used the second-level fire dragon technique, condensing a four-foot-long fire dragon and blasting it at the young monk who was fleeing to Fangshi.
When the young monk who was running away saw this, in order to save his life, he endured the physical pain and took out a second-order water cloud cover talisman from the storage bag and put it on himself, transforming into a thick aqua blue light curtain. , barely blocking the fire dragon.
The water-blue light curtain was also injured by the fire dragon and was full of cracks.
The early-stage foundation-building monk who was chasing him, wearing a black gauze and a cold expression, was shocked when he saw this.
“The second-level low-grade water cloud cover talisman!”
“This person is really fat, a big fat sheep. Unfortunately, he has attracted the monks in Lingxiaofang City. , it is difficult to pursue and kill this man and seize his spiritual object."
Then, the cold and cold foundation-building monk with a black veil immediately fled in the opposite direction of Fangshi. leave.
Ling Pengcheng, who was on the main road of Fangshi, fixed his eyes on the breeze that propelled the young monk who had successfully escaped, and the light curtain formed by the water cloud cover spiritual talisman. After a moment of concentration, I was secretly amazed.
"The aura of this breeze is so powerful that it is probably not a second-order low-grade wind-controlling talisman... Could it be a second-order middle-grade wind-controlling talisman?"
"It is a second-order low-grade water cloud cover spiritual talisman. Defense light curtain!”
“I didn’t expect that a mere monk in the late stage of Qi training would actually To be able to take out two spiritual talismans of this level in a row, no wonder he was able to escape from the hands of that black-clad monk in the early stages of foundation building."
"This person's origins are probably extraordinary."
The second-level spiritual talisman corresponds to the realm of foundation building, and the price on the market is extremely high.
A second-level low-grade spiritual talisman requires at least 200 spiritual stones. The price of defensive talismans such as the water cloud cover spiritual talisman will basically be about 30% more. The market price is generally 250 spiritual stones.
That second-level mid-grade Wind Control Talisman is worth at least four hundred spiritual stones.
In this way, the young monk who was only in the late stage of Qi training spent a total of 650 spiritual stones to escape.
Six hundred and fifty spiritual stones are a lot of money for a monk in the Qi training stage. Even ordinary monks in the early stage of foundation building may not be able to come up with this amount of spiritual stones.
As for Ling Pengcheng's identity, it is not simple. He belongs to the Peng generation of the Ling family and ranks ninth among the Peng generation. He is a three-spiritual monk. He is now over seventy years old and his cultivation level has reached The state of perfect Qi training.
Based on his qualifications and his family's training, he would have a chance to achieve perfection in Qi training before he was sixty years old.
However, he was injured once when he was young, and it took him several years to recover. It was not until he was sixty-two years old that he improved his cultivation to the state of perfect Qi training, and he also missed it. An opportunity to build a foundation.
In addition, it is worth mentioning that Ling Pengcheng is the grandson of Ling Rufan, the descendant of the Ling family who has passed away long ago.
When Ling Rufan was old, he worked in the family to provide salaries to the clan members who were stationed in various spiritual places.
In his early years, when Ling Pengyun was still stationed at Qingshi Mountain during his Qi refining period, he gave Ling Pengyun several salaries.
After his thoughts returned, Ling Pengcheng looked into the distance. The black-clad early-stage foundation-building monk who ran away when the young monk said the word "Jie Xiu" had a sneer on his face.
“If this person had a formal reason to chase down the monk in the late stage of Qi training, he would not run away. With such ordinary behavior, coupled with his strange clothing, wearing a black robe in broad daylight, the black-clothed monk in the early stage of foundation building might be In order to confirm his identity as a cultivator."
"If you dare to violate the rules set by me, the Ling Family, that no killing or interception will occur at the boundaries of Lingxiao Ridge around Lingxiaofang City, you are really seeking death."
He waved his hand gently. , crushing the token symbolizing the Ling family hanging on his waist.
In just ten breaths, a fiery red aura rushed to Ling Pengcheng from the top of Yunxiao Peak where Fangshi was located. And the fiery red spiritual light also appeared.
The person who came was none other than Ling Pengqiu, the eighth-level peak powerhouse of the Ling family who was stationed in Lingxiaofang City.
“Brother Pengcheng, who is this blind monk who dares to cause trouble in the city?”
Ling Pengqiu, who was interrupted from practicing, had a sullen face and faced the Qi practitioner leading the patrol. Perfection monk Ling Pengcheng asked.
“That man intercepted and killed him in front of all the monks in the city!”
Ling Pengcheng saw Ling Pengqiu's expression, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and pointed at the black-clothed monk in the early stage of foundation building who had broken the Ling family's rules and fled ten miles away from Fang City.
Ling Pengqiu followed what Ling Pengcheng pointed and looked at the monk who had fled far away but could still see the black-clad monk in the early stage of foundation building.
At this moment, he heard some very small whispers coming from the surroundings. When he turned around, he saw that many monks on the main avenue of the city were looking at him. .
And those mutterings were the monks present discussing in low voices whether he, the "master" of Lingxiaofang City, would hunt down the black-clad early-stage foundation-builder who acted as an interceptor in public. Monk.
“This is troublesome. The interception cultivator in the early stage of foundation building was also so bold that he even dared to intercept and kill him when he was close to the city.”
Ling Pengqiu suddenly felt annoyed and sighed secretly.
If this matter is not handled properly, the reputation of Fangshi will be affected.
Ling Pengqiu waved his hand and patted the storage bag on his waist, summoning a second-order high-grade crimson flying boat from it, stepped forward, turned into a red aura, and immediately chased after it.
This second-order high-grade flying boat was refined by the veteran second-order high-grade weapon refiner Ling Pengyun. Its quality is among the best among the second-order high-grade crafts. Its speed is 30% faster than the same-order flying boat, enough to reach ten kilometers per day. The flying speed is about 20,000 miles.
On the other hand, the monk who was escaping from the early stage of foundation building in black didn't even have a flying boat. He only relied on the second-level wind control technique to travel. At most, he could only travel about 10,000 to 20,000 miles a day, and his speed was not as fast as Ling Pengqiu's. The flying boat is extremely slow in comparison.
In just a hundred breaths, Ling Pengqiu caught up.
Following that, he directly called out the second-level high-grade natal magical weapon "Red Sun Fiery Fan" that had been sacrificed for decades.
He raised his hand and hit the magic fan with a gentle wave. The magic fan suddenly burst into flames. Countless fires gush out from it and quickly condensed into a head that was twenty feet long. It had clear scales on its body, a ferocious face, and a head. Small raised "fire dragon".
As soon as the fire dragon came out of the outside world, it opened its teeth and claws and directly attacked the black-clothed monk in the early stage of foundation building who relied on wind control to escape on the ground below.
This fire dragon is so powerful that it can compete with even a monk who has completed the Foundation Establishment. Even if the black-clothed monk in the early stage of Foundation Establishment shoots his strongest second-level low-grade flying sword, he will not be able to compete with it at all. It was difficult to hurt the fire dragon, but it was directly smelted into molten iron by the fire dragon.
The fire dragon also spit out a mouthful of red flames, directly burning the black-clothed foundation-building monk to ashes.
Ling Pengqiu, who was riding on the second-order high-grade flying boat, looked at the flying ashes on the ground and cursed secretly.
“It’s really unlucky.”
“If you think about the interception and killing, my Ling family has known about it since the establishment of Lingxiaofang City. There have been at least more than ten occasions when visitors to our city were ignored by me. I'm afraid the Ling family knows more."
"If this continues, the family's hard-earned traffic to Fangshi will probably no longer dare to come to Lingxiao Fangshi, and they will instead go to other places. City.”
"I, the Ling family, have agreed that they will manage the thousands of Qi-training casual cultivators in Lingxiaoling. The more than 20 foundation-building casual cultivators do not know what they do for food."
"Take it for nothing. I, the Ling family, established a large amount of spiritual stones in the city to pay dividends, but did not do anything. They deserved to die. If it weren't for them, They are in important positions and are of use to the family, otherwise they should all be killed.”
When Fangshi was not established, Ling Pengyun of the Ling family went to the Lingxiaoling area where Fangshi was located. Among the more than 500 spiritual veins, there are only about 20 foundation-building casual cultivators.
I made an agreement with the more than twenty foundation-building casual cultivators.
In the future, three-thirds of the dividends from Lingxiaofang City will belong to the more than 20 foundation-building casual cultivators.
What the more than 20 foundation-building casual cultivators need to do is to pacify the thousands of casual cultivators located on the more than 500 spiritual veins in the Lingxiao Ridge realm and manage the safety of this realm.
If there is a situation where monks are killing each other, they need to stop it.
The boundary of Lingxiao Ridge is only about 50,000 miles long, and the spiritual veins hired by the more than 20 foundation-building monks are distributed throughout the boundary of Lingxiao Ridge.
They all have many subordinates who are in the Qi training stage.
Ling Pengqiu didn't believe it. The people who were chased by the intercepted cultivators all fled to the vicinity of Lingxiaofang City. The more than 20 foundation-building cultivators didn't know about it yet.
Those cultivators who intercepted and killed were not fools. They would not intercept and kill the monks near Fangshi. They would definitely do it in a remote place far away from Fangshi.
Under such circumstances, the more than twenty foundation-building casual cultivators employed by the Ling family have not taken action. The only possibility is that they do not want to take care of it.
Thinking of this, Ling Pengqiu's face suddenly became filled with endless anger.
He immediately stepped on the second-order high-grade flying boat under him and returned to Lingxiaofang City. He loudly announced in the city that Jie Xiu was dead. If Jie Xiu appeared in the future, He will definitely destroy it and other words to establish the Ling family's prestige.
Then, he approached Ling Pengcheng, the leader of the patrol on Fangshi Avenue, and asked him to send someone to summon the more than 20 foundation-building casual cultivators who had promised the family that they would manage the safety of the Lingxiaoling territory. Within Laifang City.
(End of this chapter)