A daily divination, from family tortoise shells to immortal clans.

Chen Qingmo entered the tent and bowed to Chen Mingzheng, saying, "Chieftain, you will be fighting against the barbarian shamans at Mount Mou tomorrow. I have come to present you with two talismans. I hope you will accept them."

Chen Mingzheng found it quite amusing: "What kind of talisman? Show it to me."

He didn't say anything about it being useless. Since Chen Qingmo would take it out, the talisman might be quite special.

"This talisman is called the Xunfeng Talisman, and its specific effect is to allow someone to instantly travel ten miles away."

"I know that a Foundation Establishment cultivator can appear ten miles away in a few dozen breaths, but this talisman may be able to save the clan leader from some fatal dangers."

Chen Qingmo took out two talismans that faintly glowed with blue light and handed them to Chen Mingzheng. Now, he only had one Xunfeng talisman left to save his life.

"Child, you've put your heart into this. This third-grade talisman must be a precious item to you. I hope I won't need it."

Chen Mingzheng was deeply moved. The situation on the battlefield was constantly changing, and this talisman could indeed play a very important role.

"Qingmo is now free of trouble, so I will take my leave. I wish the clan leader success tomorrow."

Having said that, Chen Qingmo stopped bothering him and left.

"With such a descendant, how can our clan not prosper?"

……

The following day, a large number of cultivators arrived near Mount Mou, where they could vaguely see eight figures facing each other from afar.

Chen Qingmo led Chen Weisheng and Qin Wangyue to the front. They had also witnessed the Foundation Establishment battle back then, but it was Zhou Tinglong who unilaterally suppressed the demon wolf, without any suspense.

Of the eight people above Mount Mu, only Chen Mingzheng was at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, while the other seven were at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

From this perspective, the human race is weaker than the barbarian shamans, but Chen Ming is wielding a top-grade magic weapon, the spear, so he should not be underestimated.

Chen Qingmo had seen Liang Qiu She Hu use the Fire Dragon Banner when he was in Black Mountain City; it was extremely powerful.

Liangqiu Shehu's strength had not yet reached the Foundation Establishment stage, so he could only use it once or twice.

Later, he inquired with Jia Buliao and learned that although the Fire Dragon Banner was a top-grade magic weapon, there were some problems during its forging, making it far inferior to other magic weapons of the same grade. That's why the Black Mountain City Lord used it as a prize.

Even so, the Fire Dragon Banner could still sell for three thousand spirit stones, which shows how many spirit stones Jiabude and his group earned from the disciple recruitment event.

The spear in Chen Mingzheng's hand was purchased by the Chen family patriarch for eight thousand spirit stones and was flawless in its crafting.

The patriarchs of the other three Foundation Establishment families also used top-grade magic weapons; magic treasures of even higher quality could only be crafted and used by Golden Core cultivators.

"Fellow Daoists, I will deal with the Great Shaman on the other side, and you can take care of the other three barbarians."

Master Sun is the strongest, and he has chosen the most difficult opponent.

The four members of the barbarian shaman's group exchanged a glance and then charged forward.

The bronze mirror in Sun Zhenren's hand flew out, shooting out magical light that enveloped the great shaman.

Chen Mingzheng held a long spear, activated the Earth Mountain Technique, and covered the spear with heavy spiritual power before thrusting it towards the barbarian in front of him.

He had been immersed in the art of gunplay for many years, and every move he made contained the essence of gunplay.

The barbarian didn't look strong, but his muscles were twitching.

He clasped his hands together, firmly gripping the gun barrel, preventing the tip from advancing any further.

Chen Mingzheng gripped the gun handle with his left hand and slammed it with his right, pulling the entire gun away from the barbarian's hand.

His first strike missed, so he twirled his spear up and down, thrusting it out repeatedly.

Seeing this, the barbarian finally used his weapon.

He produced a pair of black gauntlets and pounded his fists, deflecting all the spear attacks.

In an instant, sparks flew and the sounds of metal clashing were deafening.

The barbarian then stepped forward, his gauntlets sprouting spikes that slammed straight at Chen Mingzheng's chest, forcing him to hold his spear horizontally in front of him for defense.

But the barbarian unleashed his full power in this attack, and Chen Mingzheng was caught off guard, flying backward.

A trickle of blood remained at the corner of his mouth; he was already injured.

The barbarian simply shook his fist and charged at him again.

Chen Mingzheng casually wiped away the bloodstains, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

"As expected of barbarians, their physical strength is truly extraordinary!"

He sighed inwardly, having gained a preliminary understanding of the barbarian before him.

The Earth Mountain Technique can also enhance a cultivator's power, which is why he wanted to confront his opponent head-on to experience the difference in strength.

Otherwise, if they could simply use magic to fight the barbarians like Zheng and Wei, they could avoid being at a disadvantage.

Chen Mingzheng no longer directly confronted the fist armor, but instead used various gun techniques to defend himself.

The duel between these two was far more exciting than that of the others, drawing admiring glances from the cultivators watching below.

"My uncle truly deserves to be called the best in our clan. His marksmanship is superb. I will definitely ask him for more advice after the battle."

Chen Qingyang watched with admiration from the side; he also handled a gun and was somewhat mesmerized.

"Your uncle is clearly struggling against the barbarians, yet you still have the mind to study spear techniques."

Chen Minglu glanced at Chen Qingyang, looked up at the sky, and looked worried.

Given the difference in their cultivation levels, he didn't know if his elder brother could truly protect himself.

Chen Qingmo remained silent, staring intently at the two combatants, lost in thought.

Chen Mingzheng was unaware of what was happening below; his fight with the barbarian had been going on for a quarter of an hour.

Several attacks grazed the barbarian's body only a few times, and were all blocked by his powerful physique, leaving only a few bloody marks.

"This spear technique of mine is just beginning to take shape. I don't know if it can unleash its true power, but I have no other choice right now, so let's give it a try."

As Chen Ming was thinking this, a powerful force was already gathering behind him.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose, and faint flashes of lightning could be seen.

The gun's body is interwoven with shades of blue and purple, concealing the power of wind and thunder.

Chen Mingzheng stood there with his gun raised, then vanished in an instant, leaving only a blur behind.

"Wind and Thunder from All Directions!"

He silently shouted to himself, and his attack was already upon the barbarian.

This move, which borrows the power of wind and thunder, and amplifies the wind's might, is already capable of posing a threat to those in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, especially with the support of a top-grade magic weapon.

The barbarian dared not be arrogant; the blood energy of the totems on his body surged, and a bear-shaped phantom appeared behind him.

His gauntlets shone with a dark light as he clashed with Chen Mingzheng.

"Bang!"

A dull bang was heard, but the two figures were nowhere to be seen in the center.

On a high peak of Mount Mu, the upper body of a barbarian was covered in charred black.

His hand bones were broken, and his fists hung limply at his sides, rendering him temporarily unable to fight.

Chen Mingzheng retreated to Wei Zhenren's vicinity. He was weak and his body was tattered, with hardly any good flesh left.

But these injuries could heal as long as he was alive. However, a small black insect appeared a hundred meters in front of him, attacking with a chilling killing intent.

Chen Mingzheng suddenly felt a prickling sensation on his back and subconsciously activated a Xunfeng talisman given to him by Chen Qingmo.

The next moment, he appeared ten miles away, near Shuangyang Ridge.

"Who ambushed us from the shadows? If it weren't for the Xunfeng Talisman, we would have been killed on the spot."

He gazed at the battlefield and saw a patch of purplish-black aura.

That feeling was like the magic of a great shaman, but a great shaman fighting against Sun Zhenren should not have been able to free up his hands.

But an unexpected event occurred. In the blink of an eye, the pervasive purplish-black aura was nearly half driven back by a burst of rosy light, and the two were now evenly matched.

Chen Mingzheng did not linger and hurried back to the battlefield.

……

"Wu Yin, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Iron Sword Master appeared on the battlefield of several Foundation Establishment cultivators and spoke to the purplish-black aura.

Behind him, a rosy glow stretched for hundreds of meters, creating a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

"Iron Sword, I didn't expect you were actually keeping an eye on me."

A pleasant female voice emanated from the purplish-black aura, her words tinged with surprise.