Awakening Daily Intelligence Panel, Grind to Become a True Immortal

Chapter 250 The Southern Zhan Tribe! Condensing Purple Qi! Cutting off someone's chance is like killing their parents!
Qin Wang looked at the small Qingyou swords in front of him and tried to combine them into the Qingping sword.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the Qingyou sword could not be combined into the Qingping sword.

"It seems that my understanding of the way of the sword is still not enough."

Qin Wang shrugged his shoulders without any discouragement.

Anyway, you can check your proficiency, learn more sword techniques, comprehend the way of swordsmanship, and improve slowly.

The comprehension of the way of the sword cannot be rushed.

Qin Wang put away the Qingyou sword and thought about it carefully.

The biggest factor limiting his strength now is that his cultivation is too low.

The middle stage of foundation building is acceptable for ordinary cultivators, but for him, it is too low.

After all, his enemies now are at least in the Nascent Soul stage, many are in the Spirit Transformation stage, or even powerful beings above the Spirit Transformation stage.

Therefore, his primary goal now is to form a pill.

"It's time to go to Tianzhou Mountain in the Nanzhan Tribe of the Western Regions to obtain the Condensing Pill Purple Qi."

Qin Wang made a decision quickly.

This purple energy for forming a pill can increase the chance of forming a pill by 30%. Such a rare treasure must not be missed.

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Western Regions.

Nanzhan tribe.

This is just one of the thousands of tribes in the Western Regions.

It was originally inconspicuous.

but!

When the purple aura of condensed elixir appeared on Tianzhou Mountain next to the Nanzhan tribe, the originally ordinary Nanzhan tribe attracted the attention of powerful cultivators.

In the tribe’s big tent.

More than a dozen burly men in fur coats sat together.

"Chief! Those Central Continent monks are really going too far! We can't just sit there and wait for death, Chief!"

One of them, a strong man at the peak of the Jindan realm named Asule, spoke.

He is the current first warrior of the tribe and the strongest besides the leader Altaïr.

Although Altaïr had reached the early Nascent Soul stage, he was unable to make any progress due to injuries sustained in his early years that damaged his foundation.

Therefore, he could only place his hopes on Asule, the tribe's first warrior.

Asule stood up, his ten-foot-tall figure almost touched the tent. Such a burly figure brought a strong sense of oppression.

"Chief, we must fight back!"

Asule clenched his fists, and veins on his body bulged.

"No."

Altair shook his head without hesitation.

"Why?! Those Central Continent cultivators are just a bunch of Foundation Establishment Stage kids, and their protectors are only at the Golden Core Stage. I can smash their heads in with just one punch!"

Asule growled.

"Because they are from Central Continent, there must be Yuanying Zhenren hiding around them, secretly guarding them."

Altaïr sighed and smiled wryly.

It is really extravagant for those young masters to have Yuanying Zhenren act as their protector.

Is this the foundation of the cultivators in Central Continent?
Asule roared and punched the ground.

boom!
Even if the ground was reinforced by the formation and could withstand the full force of an early Jindan cultivator, it could not withstand Asule's punch. Even though he did not use any mana, but used his physical strength to deliver this punch.

"Are we just going to let them ride roughshod over us and bully us?"

Asule looked around with red eyes.

Every tribe member whose eyes passed by him lowered his head.

It’s not that the tribesmen don’t want to teach those young masters from Central China a lesson, but they don’t dare.

Altair, the strongest of the Nanzhan tribe, is only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and is an injured one at that. How can he compete with those young masters of Central Plains?

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After more than ten days of trekking, Qin Wang and others finally arrived at the Nanzhan tribe.

"Master, is this the Nanzhan tribe? Why does it feel... so different from other tribes?"

Zhang Fujiang looked carefully at the Nanzhan tribe in front of him and couldn't help but say.

Jiang Haotian and Yan Cangwu both nodded in agreement. After all, most of the tribes in the Western Regions had a primitive style, with various wooden towers and tents everywhere.

However, in the Nanzhan tribe, there are large palaces, pavilions and terraces, which are not much different from those in the Southern Region, and are even more luxurious than the buildings in the Southern Region.

"It seems that the news of the Condensed Pill Purple Qi has been leaked."

Qin Wang chuckled.

"what?!"

Jiang Haotian suddenly became nervous.

He has already reached the false elixir stage. It can be said that he is only half a step away from successfully forming the elixir and entering the golden elixir stage.

This time, Qin Wang brought everyone to the Nanzhan tribe, and the most active one was Jiang Haotian.

In Jiang Haotian's opinion, his chance to form a pill might depend on this purple qi that can form a pill.

And now, the news of the purple qi in the pill has been leaked out, wouldn't it affect his pill formation?

For a mortal to cut off someone's source of wealth is like killing his parents.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are naturally things like destroying someone's opportunities, such as killing their parents.

"Master, I ask for your permission to investigate."

Jiang Haotian requested immediately.

"Ah."

Qin Wang nodded slightly and asked Jiang Haotian to go over and investigate the situation.

Jiang Haotian took the order and left.

Soon, Jiang Haotian returned and told the general situation of the Nanzhan tribe.

After hearing this, Zhang Fujiang was very disdainful.

"I thought it was someone else, but it turns out to be a young master from Central Continent. How can they be a match for our master?"

Zhang Fujiang said nonchalantly.

Jiang Haotian and Yan Cangwu nodded subconsciously.

After all, the protectors of these young masters are nothing more than Jindan cultivators, and at most they are secretly guarded by Yuanying Zhenren.

so what?

Qin Wang’s demon pet is a ninth-order demon beast, and it can kill those Nascent Soul Realms with just a wave of its hand.

What is there to be afraid of?

After finding out the situation, Qin Wang, Zhang Fujiang and others swaggered towards the headquarters of the Nanzhan tribe.

After all, the purple energy of Dan Ning is not available at all times, it depends on the time.

If you want to know the time when the purple energy of Ningdan will erupt, it is more convenient to ask the locals directly.

Qin Wang and his group were soon discovered by the Nanzhan tribe and the young masters of Zhongzhou.

"Who is coming?"

A Jindan cultivator blocked Qin Wang and his group.

Jiang Haotian has the cultivation level of a fake elixir, and Qin Wang has concealed his cultivation level, so it cannot be detected.

Therefore, the tone of the Jindan cultivator was relatively normal.

Qin Wang didn't say anything, but glanced at Zhang Fujiang.

"My master's name is Qin Tiedan."

Zhang Fujiang raised his head slightly and spoke arrogantly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in brocade robe next to him burst into laughter.

"Hahahahahaha, what a tacky name. If I had this name, I might as well just kill myself. Hahahahaha."

The young man in brocade robe also had the cultivation level of fake Dan, so he did not take Qin Wang and others seriously.

Zhang Fujiang, Yan Cangwu and Jiang Haotian's expressions suddenly changed when they heard each other's words.

How can they continue to be slaves if they don't respond when their master is humiliated in front of them?
"How dare you, Zhu Zi!"

Jiang Haotian roared angrily and a cloud of gray mist shot out from his hands.

There are hints of cold light hidden in the gray fog.

The sweet smell spread towards each other.

The young man in brocade robe had little experience in combat, and before he could react, he smelled a rich, sweet aroma.

He immediately felt his mind go haywire.

By the time he came to his senses, the cold light had already arrived in front of him, leaving him with no way to avoid or block it!
(End of this chapter)