Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 424: Chaotic Battle, Huo Zhao's Progress

"Junior Brother Xu, do you have any enemies in Fengling Fairy City?" Fang Yi's mind turned.

Although the Chu family is a foundation-building family, he has fought with Chu Xiong, the cultivator with the highest cultivation level in the family.

How could he, who was only at the initial stage of foundation building, dare to provoke Xu Qingshe, who was at the late stage of foundation building? There must be something fishy going on.

"No."

Xu Qingshe said affirmatively.

After being reminded by Fang Yi, he came to his senses. How could a mere foundation-building family have the courage to interfere in the affairs between him and Chu Guanguan?

'interesting.'

Fang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind racing.

In Fengling Fairy City, he practiced medicine and prescribed medicine, curing illnesses and saving lives. He was always kind to others and had a good reputation.

This is especially true for Xu Qingshe. As a second-level alchemist, a cultivator will only try his best to please him. How could he provoke his enemy for no reason?

'Chang Sun Jie
Wei Jiuxiao.
Geng Laogui from Tiandaowu?

Or is it Aunt Xie from the Bishui Pavilion?

'Or'

Fang Yi's eyes were deep, and the scene of Cang Yuan Cave a few months ago emerged in his memory.

'We still need to confirm one or two things.'

With a vague guess in his mind, Fang Yi spoke.

"Junior Brother Xu, let's go to the lobby together and see who is behind this Chu Xiong's actions."

"it is good."

Xu Qingshe suppressed the anger in his heart and waved his hand to put away the Heaven and Earth Furnace.

The red flame robe rustled, and the fiery energy subsided, but the energy around his body was like a volcano before erupting.

Danger!

Fierce!

Fang Yi nodded slightly when he saw this. As long as Xu Qingshe was not swayed by her emotions, things would be much easier.

The lobby of Qingzhi Building.

Fan Dacheng, dressed in linen clothes, held a mountain hammer magic weapon with a yellow-brown spiritual light flowing in it.

His face was ashen and golden light was radiating from his body as he stood in front of the burly Chu Xiong.

"Chu Daoyong, this is Qingzhi Tower, not a place for you to act wild!"

"What? What about Qingzhi Tower?
You stole the relics of my Chu family cultivator and you didn't allow me to talk about it?"

Chu Xiong's deep voice echoed in Qingzhi Tower like thunder, and invisible sound waves spread.

Outside the Qingzhi Tower, dozens or even hundreds of cultivators gathered in just a few breaths, looking curious and whispering to each other.

An old man in hemp clothes in the crowd showed surprise and spoke to the young man in brocade clothes beside him.

"Qingzhilou actually stole someone's belongings? How is that possible?!
Master Fang Yi is a compassionate doctor. Since the opening of Qingzhi Tower, he has saved countless monks. How could he steal someone's belongings?

“That’s right. Although the Chu family has a Foundation Establishment Master in charge of their clan,

But what treasure can make Master Fang take action?"

As a foundation-building master, his Dharma body has transformed, and the cultivators outside Qingzhi Tower tried their best to lower their voices.

But it still fell into his ears.

Chu Xiong frowned slightly. Although he knew Fang Yi from Qingzhi Tower before, he was very skilled in the art of spiritual medicine and had a good reputation.

But I never thought that his reputation among these casual Qi-cultivating practitioners was so strong.

Fortunately, he was well prepared.
Chu Xiong's magic power surged, and a red sound-transmitting orb in his sleeve lit up, then vibrated left and right three times.

"Buzz!"

Four or five monks in the crowd, dressed in different styles, felt the vibration of the sound-transmitting beads in their arms, looked at each other, and understood each other.

The old man in hemp clothes had white hair and was leaning on a long crutch with a magic weapon, and a hoarse voice sounded.

"That's not necessarily true. You can only know a person's face but not his heart.

This Qingzhi Tower is the power of Xuanyang Mountain. How could we, mere independent cultivators, know what such a powerful sect is thinking?
My son entered Qingzhi Tower to learn the way of spiritual medicine and has not been heard from since.
Poor old man with white hair sends off his young son"

The plump female cultivator in pink robes saw that the cultivators around her were half-believing and half-doubting, so she narrowed her eyes and sighed.

"Alas, a good friend of mine is like that.

A few days ago, my good friend entered the Qingzhi Tower, but he only suffered minor injuries.

It cost me thirty low-grade spirit stones, and I even had to pawn my magic tools in the building before I could escape."

"This young lady's words make sense. My uncle bought the Xiao Qu Han San from Qing Zhi Lou.
But in the Hanling Secret Realm, he was invaded by a first-level cold poison, and this small cold-removing powder was almost useless.

In the end, my poor uncle had to cut off his legs to expel the cold poison, and he narrowly escaped with his life."

"Hiss, it's actually like this."

"I didn't expect Qingzhilou to be so hypocritical."

"Hey, all crows are black, those big sect cultivators will never take independent cultivators like us seriously.

Not to mention the independent cultivators, even the treasures of the foundation-building families can be taken away at will."

"It's so cruel to take someone's belongings."

In the lobby, Huo Zhao secretly thought that something was wrong.

He was wearing a golden robe, a green jade crown on his head, a tortoise shell belt around his waist, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and he looked very majestic.

Seeing that the public opinion among the gathered monks began to get out of control, it gradually turned towards Chuxiong.

"Oh no! The Chu family came prepared!"

Senior Brother Qin went to ask Master and Uncle Xu for help, but the situation cannot continue to deteriorate.
Otherwise, the Qingzhi Building that Master has painstakingly built will inevitably suffer a great blow.'

There was a gleam in Huo Zhao's eyes. After a moment of hesitation, a faint golden light appeared on his slender and upright body.

"Which cultivator is spreading rumors about my Qingzhi Pavilion?"

He took a step forward, turned into a shadow, and grabbed the pink-clothed female cultivator and the hemp-clothed old man.

Huo Zhao was born with outstanding talent and a body of golden bones.

After becoming Fang Yi's disciple, he practiced diligently and had no shortage of elixirs and medicines. He was also taught by Fan Dacheng, a second-level body-refining cultivator.

His physical cultivation had already reached the upper level of the first level, and he had sharp ears and eyes.

The old man in hemp clothes and the female cultivator in pink clothes kept provoking the cultivators to attack Qingzhi Tower, which had already caught their attention.

"boom!"

A golden fist burst out, and Huo Zhao followed closely behind.

The long sleeves fluttered, and the five fingers stretched out, with a cold light, they grabbed the neck, heart, dantian, and sea of ​​consciousness of the pink-clothed female cultivator.
"not good!"

The pink-dressed female cultivator and the hemp-dressed old man's expressions changed. They never thought that Huo Zhao would be so reckless and dare to take action in public.

"We are both at the seventh level of Qi training. I'm not afraid of you, so I'll capture you and tell you about the Qingzhi Tower incident."

The pink-robed female cultivator bit her silver teeth lightly, waved her white hands lightly, and urged her magic power. A long silk magic weapon about ten feet long flew out from her sleeve with a spiritual light.

"A mid-grade magical weapon of the Six Paths Forbidden Law?"

Feeling the power of the Chang Ling magic weapon, Huo Zhao became more and more certain that this female cultivator was not an ordinary cultivator.

How could a female cultivator at the seventh level of Qi training be worthy of owning a magical instrument that could forbid the six dharmas?

He did not dodge or evade, his body was surrounded by a body-refining light, and his five fingers grasped the long silk magic weapon.

Then he gathered his strength slightly and tore it apart with force.

"Tear!"

The magic ban burst, spiritual light overflowed, and the Changling magic weapon was torn into two halves.

"Oops!"

The pink-clothed female cultivator's expression changed, and she activated her magic power, trying to dive into the crowd.

But it was too late.

Although the [Erjiu Xuan Gong] that Huo Zhao practiced was only incomplete, before he established his foundation, it was no weaker than any fourth-level martial arts.

He also has a golden bone Taoist body. The combination of the two is beyond the reach of ordinary Qi-cultivating cultivators.

As his slender hands fell, Huo Zhao's magic power surged and turned into golden threads.

The golden thread twisted and turned, and penetrated into the plump body of the female cultivator.

Between the lightning and flint.

Huo Zhao was holding a female cultivator in pink in his hand and landed next to Fan Dacheng in the hall.

"Fellow Daoist, you said that a good friend of yours is seeking treatment in Qingzhi Tower and you are mortgaging your magical tool?"

The pink-dressed female cultivator kept her brows tightly closed and said nothing.

Seeing this, Huo Zhao sneered.

He immediately bowed to the monks inside and outside the hall and spoke earnestly.

"My fellow Daoists, since the opening of Qingzhi Tower, I have been working diligently and have never cheated anyone out of even a single Spirit Stone.

This fellow Taoist said that I asked his friend to mortgage the magic weapon, which is even more nonsense.

It just so happens that Master Chuxiong is here, and with him in charge, there is no need to worry about Qingzhilou making irresponsible remarks and misrepresenting right and wrong."

What a tricky junior.

After fighting and defeating Huo Zhao and suppressing the monk's confusion, Chu Xiong's face changed.

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There was silence in Qingzhi Tower, and a hoarse voice was heard.

"It's just one side of the story. Who knows the truth?"

Huo Zhao pointed his finger, his body flashed, and he grabbed the old man in hemp clothes who spoke.

"How brave!"

Chu Xiong's expression changed, and a blue flying sword flew out from his hand.

Seeing the situation change, Huo Zhao stopped the monk, and Fan Dacheng naturally would not let Chu Xiong interfere.

The mountain hammer emitted a yellow-brown glow as it smashed down towards the azure flying sword.

"Boom!"

The sound of metal clashing was heard, and spiritual light flowed around Fan Dacheng, blocking Chu Xiong's way.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, why should we interfere in matters between the younger generation?"

"Shh!"

The black-robed monk who had been silent behind Chu Xiong couldn't help himself any longer and cursed him in his heart: "Waste."

He transformed into a black shadow and pounced towards Huo Zhao.

"Hmph!"

A light hum was sounded, and earth spiritual power gathered and turned into a large handprint with distinct joints, which stopped the black-robed shadow.

"Uncle Qijie!"

Huo Zhao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, then gathered his strength slightly and reached out to grab the monk in hemp clothes.

"Fellow Daoist Chuxiong, long time no see. What brings you to my Qingzhi Tower?"

Fang Yi, dressed in green, stepped out from the backyard, and the aura of the middle stage of foundation building locked Chu Xiong tightly.

During this moment of being blocked, Huo Zhao had already captured the old man in hemp clothes and stood beside Fang Yi.

"Master, these two monks are spreading rumors about Qingzhi Tower and damaging your reputation."

"Oh? Huo Zhao, you did a good job on this."

Fang Yi looked at Chu Xiong deeply, and a green light rolled up, sucking the pink-clothed female cultivator and the hemp-clothed old man in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, why do these two cultivators look familiar to me? They seem to be cultivators from your Chu family."

"Tick!"

"Fang Fang, you're joking. I don't know these two cultivators at all.
How could Chu?"

A drop of cold sweat trickled down Chu Xiong's temples. He opened his mouth several times, wanting to defend himself, but Fang Yi's deep gaze made it difficult for him to speak.

Fang Yi glanced at Chu Xiong and the black-robed monk who was stopped by Qijie, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Since these two villains have no connection with Fellow Daoist Chu."

Fang Yi paused, a faint fragrance of plants and trees emanated from his sleeves, and he pointed with his slender index finger.

Two green spiritual lights fell down and landed on the pink-clothed female cultivator and the hemp-clothed old man.

Mu Dao Illusion Technique: Wan Ye Fei Hua Jue.

"What are your names? Why did you come to Qingzhi Tower?"

Fang Yi's words were plain, but they sounded like muffled thunder in Chu Xiong's ears.

"Friend Fang, isn't this a bit too much?"

Chu Xiong looked anxious. Although he had just denied it, those two cultivators were actually members of the Chu family.

"My two young Taoist friends, even if you are wrong, you should be disciplined by the Wind Spirit Guards."

"Wind Spirit Guard?"

Fang Yi sneered in his heart. Chu Xiong was just an early stage foundation building cultivator with no backing and no teacher.

He usually avoids Fenglingwei, but today he dared to send his clan members to Fenglingwei.

In this case, there is only one possibility, finding a new backer.

The reason for this provocation is self-evident.

Xia Zhengxuan!
(End of this chapter)