Chapter 73 A small test of the skill, destroying Yanbotan
Cen Wushan nodded when he heard this.
Indeed, those who practice Taoism pay attention to the word fate.
And within the Changchun Gate territory, nine out of ten people want to worship at the Changchun Gate. Let's look at three years later...
After leaving Zhoucun, the two senior brothers did not rest again.
He flew more than four hundred miles in one breath.
It wasn't until the sun was about to set that the two of them arrived near the destination of their trip.
A small town where monks gather is called Guangyuan Town.
Guangyuan Town is eight hundred miles away from Changchun Gate and is close to the jurisdictional boundary of Changchun Gate.
This town is not far from the common world, but it has plenty of spiritual energy. Many casual cultivators who have ordinary qualifications and cannot enter the sect gather here.
Over the past hundred years, Guangyuan Town has gradually formed a scale.
"Junior brother, let's rest in the inn for the night first and wait until the person we meet tomorrow comes."
At this time, it was getting dark, so Cen Wushan went to the inn and opened two upper rooms.
Cen Wushan was resting in his room, but Lin Chen was traveling far away for the first time, which was a bit new.
Leaving the inn, Lin Chen wandered around the city.
The area of Guangyuan Zhenfang City is not large, only about half of that of Changchun Shanfang City.
The monks in Fang City are also much weaker than those near Changchun Mountain.
Almost most of the monks are in the early stage of Qi refining, and it is rare to find monks in the late stage of Qi refining, let alone foundation-building monks.
“It seems that within the Yanlai Kingdom, within a radius of thousands of miles, the Changchun Sect is one of the best sects of cultivating immortals.”
Lin Chen has a new understanding of the world of cultivating immortals. .
His starting point was not low when he entered Changchun Gate.
In comparison, ordinary casual cultivators are at the bottom of the monk world.
"Even so, monks on the second and third levels of Qi Refining are also respected as immortal masters in the eyes of mortals..."
Lin Chen wandered around the city.
I found that prices in Guangyuan Town are lower than those in Shanfang City, Changchun.
Some elixirs are relatively stable, and their prices are similar to those in Shanfang City, Changchun.
But the injection of raw materials such as medicinal herbs is much lower.
Especially the more common resources such as spiritual stone and cold iron stone.
In Guangyuan Town, the fist-sized cold iron stone only sells for one spiritual stone.
And a spiritual stone is only worth half a spiritual stone.
"Tsk, tsk, it seems that the labor force of casual cultivators here is cheap...this kind of ore is not valuable!"
"If you need these two resources in the future, you can come here to purchase them."
Lin Chen thought to himself.
So, Lin Chen showed his cultivation in the late stage of Qi refining and went into several shops to purchase some low-priced resources.
It took three to four hundred spirit stones to buy twice as many resources as before.
"Well, according to what the boss said, the Guangyuan Town auction will be held in three days."
"Before that, we must complete the two sect tasks..."
Lin Chen Return to the inn and rest.
One night of practice.
……
Early the next morning, Lin Chen and Cen Wushan came to the alley to meet their contact.
The contact person is an old fortune teller. He is dressed in tatters and dirty clothes. He looks like a beggar.
“A plate of pork head meat?” the old fortune teller said in a daze.
"Two Liang Lao Bai Gan!" Cen Wushan said in a low voice.
After hearing this, the old fortune teller's face changed slightly and motioned for the two of them to follow.
Soon, the three of them came to a hidden alley.
After the old fortune teller made sure that there was no one around, he whispered:
"Are you two the disciples who will take on the mission this time?"
"Let me tell you this first. I will tell you the general information about this mission..."
This old fortune teller is an outer disciple of the Changchun Sect. He has mediocre qualifications and is only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, but he has been lurking in this city for decades.
According to him, several outer disciples were intercepted and killed by a group of robbery cultivators while performing their mission.
The group of robbery cultivators numbered around twenty, and their leader was a monk at the third level of Qi Refining. They were located in Yanbo Tan, eighty miles northwest of Fang City.
On weekdays, he makes a living by robbing monks and wealthy businessmen.
Changchun Sect would not take care of a low-level robbery cultivator like this.
There are too many to handle. But this time they kidnapped and killed the outer disciples of the Changchun Sect, the nature was completely different.
The sect personally issued a task to destroy the tribulation cultivators and obtain 300 sect contributions.
"Okay, I understand..." Cen Wushan waved his hand after hearing this.
After learning the specific mission information, the two brothers left Fangshi and rushed towards Yanbotan.
Eighty miles away, the two arrived in less than half an hour.
Seeing the water village in Yanbo Pond from a distance, Lin Chen asked:
"Senior brother, what is your plan?"
"Plan?"
Cen Wushan was stunned when asked He paused and scratched the back of his head.
“Just crush the mob like this... What’s your plan?”
After saying that, Cen Wushan took the lead and rushed towards Yanbo Tanshui Village.
Lin Chen was speechless when he saw this.
Well, he and his senior brother had completely different ideas.
His idea is that even if he gets the information, he should first explore the reality of the water village.
After confirming that the opponent is a mob, annihilate them in one fell swoop.
But senior brother, he seems to be a little reckless...
“Oh, I can’t care about that much anymore!”
Lin Chen also followed closely behind, but he was careful in case the water Is there a strong person hiding in the village?
But while he was so concerned, Cen Wushan had already killed three people in and three out of the water village.
He controlled several flying swords to hang in the air, swiping across the vital parts of Jie Xiu's neck.
Almost every sword can instantly kill a robbery cultivator.
The monks on the first and second levels of Qi Refining are as helpless as mortals in front of the foundation-building monks.
“This weapon control skill is very powerful!”
Lin Chen was a little surprised. Although Cen Wushan was reckless, his years of traveling had indeed made him proficient in attacking and killing.
Seeing that more than half of the twenty monks in the water village were killed, Lin Chen couldn't help but be confused.
"Did I really think too much?"
Thinking of this, Lin Chen also took action.
Three second-level exotic treasures made of cold iron stone flew through the air.
The lives of three robbery cultivators were taken in an instant.
In terms of imperial weapons, even compared to the foundation-building monks, Lin Chen was not inferior in the slightest.
"Run quickly, go back to the stronghold first and hold on! Wait for the master to come out and provide support!"
The remaining seven or eight Qi Refining Tribulation Cultivators also reacted and hurriedly ran back to the water stronghold.
Boom!
The gate of the water village, which is about 10 feet high, made a heavy sound and then closed tightly.
Lin Chen frowned slightly when he saw this, "Is the information wrong... is the leader of this water village a master?"
Just when he was doubting, Cen Wushan sneered.
“You are a small skill, but you dare to do the same thing!”
After that, Cen Wushan took off a talisman and put it on his body. It was a first-order powerful talisman!
Immediately afterwards, his whole body was wrapped in thick earth elements, and he hit the gate of the water village at an extremely fast speed.
Boom!
Just a loud noise was heard, and the gate of the water village was knocked open.
Cen Wushan had quick eyes and quick hands, and he annihilated all of these tribulation cultivators under their horrified eyes.
At the same time, a roar came from deep in the water village.
“Who has no eyes and dares to shit on grandpa’s head?”
There was a loud noise and a strong figure came out of the sky.
He jumped several feet and jumped to the roof of the water village.
The strong muscles all over the body, the ferocious face...the aura of being arrogant...
"This person must be the master of Shuizhai!"
Lin Chen With a chill in his heart, he first sensed the cultivation aura of the leader of the Tribulation Cultivator.
Then he was stunned.
"This breath is..."
"The fourth level of Qi refining?"
(End of this chapter)