Xiuxian, I have a high martial arts world

Chapter 73: A Trial to Destroy Yanbo Lake
Cen Wushan nodded when he heard this.

Indeed, those who practice Taoism emphasize the word "fate".

Moreover, within the Changchun Gate, nine out of ten people will have to join the Changchun Gate. Let's see what happens in three years...

After leaving Zhoucun, the two brothers did not rest.

He flew more than four hundred miles in one breath.

It was not until the sun was about to set that the two arrived near their destination.

A small market town where monks gather is called Guangyuan Town.

Guangyuan Town is 800 miles away from Changchun Gate and is close to the jurisdiction of Changchun Gate.

This town is not far from the mortal world, yet has plenty of spiritual energy, so many independent cultivators with ordinary qualifications who cannot enter a sect gather here.

Over the past hundred years, Guangyuan Town has gradually grown in size.

"Junior brother, let's rest in the inn for one night and wait for the contact person to arrive tomorrow."

At this time, it was getting dark, so Cen Wushan went to the inn and booked two rooms.

Cen Wushan was resting in the room, but Lin Chen was traveling far away for the first time and it was a bit exciting.

After leaving the inn, Lin Chen strolled around the market.

The area of ​​Guangyuan Town Market is not large, only about half of Changchun Mountain Market.

The cultivators in the market town are much weaker than those near Changchun Mountain.

Almost most of the cultivators are in the early stage of Qi Refining. Cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining are rare, not to mention cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage.

"It seems that within the territory of Yanlai, within a radius of thousands of miles, Changchun Sect is one of the best immortal cultivation sects."

Lin Chen gained a new understanding of the world of immortal cultivation.

He joined Changchun Sect, and his starting point was not low.

In comparison, ordinary casual cultivators are at the bottom of the cultivator world.

"Even so, cultivators at the second or third level of Qi Refining are still revered as Immortal Masters in the eyes of mortals..."

Lin Chen strolled around the market town.

I found that the prices in Guangyuan Town are lower than those in Changchun Mountain Market.

Some elixirs are relatively stable, and the prices are similar to those in Changchun Mountain Market.

But the cost of injecting raw materials such as medicinal herbs is much lower.

Especially the more common resources such as spirit-testing stones and cold iron stones.

In Guangyuan Town, a fist-sized piece of cold iron stone is sold for only one spirit stone.

And a spirit stone is only worth half a spirit stone.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that the labor of the independent 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 displayed his cultivation level of the late stage of Qi Refining and went into several shops to purchase some low-priced resources.

I spent three or four hundred spirit stones, but bought 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, I need to complete the two sect missions first..."

Lin Chen returned to the inn to rest.

One night of practice.

……

The next morning, Lin Chen and Cen Wushan came to the alley to meet the contact person.

The contact person was an old fortune teller, dressed in rags and dirt, looking like a beggar.

"A plate of pig's head?" The fortune-teller asked without thinking.

"Two taels of Laobaigan!" Cen Wushan said in a low voice.

When the fortune teller heard this, his expression changed slightly and he motioned for the two to follow.

Soon, the three of them came to a hidden alley.

After the fortune-teller confirmed that there was no one around, he whispered:

"You two are the disciples who will take on this mission?"

"I will first tell you the general information of this mission..."

This fortune-teller was an outer disciple of Changchun Sect. He had mediocre talent, only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, but he had been lurking in this market town for decades.

According to him, several outer disciples were killed by a group of robbers while carrying out a mission.

There were about twenty people in that group of robber cultivators. Their leader was a cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining. They were entrenched in Yanbotan, eighty miles northwest of the market town.

On weekdays, they make a living by robbing monks and wealthy businessmen.

Normally, Changchun Sect would not care about such low-level robbery cultivators.

There were too many to handle. But this time they robbed and killed the outer disciples of Changchun Sect, the nature of the incident was completely different.

The sect personally issued a task, and to eliminate the robbery cultivators, 300 sect contributions would be awarded.

"Okay, I understand..." Cen Wushan waved his hand after hearing this.

After learning the specific mission information, the two brothers left the market and headed towards Yanbotan.

The journey was eighty miles, and the two arrived in less than half an hour.

Seeing the water fort in Yanbo Lake from afar, Lin Chen asked:

"Brother, what are your plans?"

"plan?"

Cen Wushan was stunned by the question and scratched the back of his head.

"If we have to deal with such a mob, we can just crush them... What plan do we need?"

After saying that, Cen Wushan took the lead and rushed towards Yanbo Tan Shui Village.

Lin Chen was speechless upon seeing this.

Well, he and his senior brother thought completely differently.

His idea was that even if he got the intelligence, he should first check the strength of the water fort.

After making sure that the other party is a mob, annihilate them in one fell swoop.

But Senior Brother, he seems a bit reckless...

"Oh, I can't care about that anymore!"

Lin Chen followed closely behind, but he was more cautious, in case there was a strong man hiding in this water village?

But while he was worrying, Cen Wushan had already entered and exited the water stronghold three times.

He controlled several flying swords that hung in the air and slashed across Jie Xiu's neck.

Almost every sword strike could instantly kill a Tribulation Cultivator.

A cultivator at the first or second level of Qi Refining is like an ordinary person and has no ability to fight back in front of a cultivator of Foundation Establishment.

"This weapon control technique is amazing!"

Lin Chen was a little surprised. Although Cen Wushan was reckless, his years of traveling did make him proficient in the art of attack and killing.

Seeing that more than half of the twenty or so cultivators in the water stronghold were killed, Lin Chen couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Could it be that I really think too much?"

Thinking of this, Lin Chen also took action.

Three second-level rare treasures made of cold iron stone flew through the air.

In an instant, the lives of three robbery cultivators were taken.

When it comes to controlling weapons, Lin Chen is not inferior to even the foundation-building cultivators.

"Run quickly, go back to the village and hold on! Wait for the boss to come out for support!"

The remaining seven or eight Qi Refining Tribulation cultivators also reacted and hurriedly ran back to the water village.

Boom!
The ten-foot-high gate of the water fort made a heavy sound and then closed tightly.

Seeing this, Lin Chen frowned slightly, "Could it be that the intelligence is wrong... Is the head of this water fort an expert?"

Just when he was in doubt, Cen Wushan sneered.

"You have a small skill, but you still dare to do the same thing!"

After saying that, Cen Wushan took out a talisman and stuck it on his body. It was a first-level giant power talisman!

Then, his whole body was wrapped in thick earth-type true energy, and he rushed towards the gate of the water fort at an extremely fast speed.

boom!
With a loud bang, the gate of the water fort was knocked open.

Cen Wushan was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and he annihilated all of them in front of the terrified gazes of this group of Tribulation Cultivators.

At the same time, a roar came from deep in the water fort.

"Who is so blind that dares to shit on Grandpa's head?"

There was a loud bang, and a strong figure broke through the air.

He leaped several feet and landed on the roof of the water fort.

The muscular body, the fierce face... the aura of looking down on everything...

"This person must be the head of the Water Village!"

Lin Chen's heart trembled, and he first sensed the cultivation aura of the leader of the Tribulation Cultivators.

Then he froze.

"This breath is..."

"Fourth level of Qi refining?"

(End of this chapter)