"Xiao Qi, if you see an old beggar, an old doorman, or an old man sweeping the floor... don't come close. There are many old monsters with weird tempers in the world of cultivation... Ahem, the old timers like to play the red world, and they like to act like this.

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Have you eaten enough... Ahem, let's experience all kinds of things in the world. Don't think that you can get inheritance benefits by getting close to them. That is the treatment that only children of luck can have.

If we contact them, not only will we not get any benefits, but we may be killed because of their dissatisfaction with one look.

Our cultivation level is low, our strength is weak, and we can’t even make it to the level of ordinary people in this world, so don’t think about the treatment of the children of destiny, and we should keep our feet on the ground and work hard to cultivate, and one day we can become immortals.”

Xiaoqi felt that the master was more verbose than usual, especially when she saw the huge city gate in front of her, he kept saying things in her ear that she didn't understand.

The master has always been very kind to her, and she doesn't want to disappoint him.

Although she didn't understand what the master said, every time he finished speaking, she would nod vigorously to show that she was listening carefully.

Is the old guard guarding the gate? There is an old man in Taoist robes in front of the huge city gate. He seems to be quite old.

Outside the city gate, there are four people wearing Taoist robes on both sides of the city gate. If anyone wants to enter the city, they will stop them and collect the spiritual stones.

Three of the four people were middle-aged, and there was an old man with white hair. The old man was leaning on the city wall, squinting his eyes, looking weak and sick.

Every time someone came to the city, three middle-aged men would take turns coming forward to collect the spiritual stones, but the old man ignored them.

After Xiaoqi heard what the master said, she was very curious about it. She looked at the old man curiously, but it seemed that there was nothing special about him.

"Xiao Qi, let's go." When Xu Ran saw Xiao Qi stop and follow her gaze, his body trembled slightly subconsciously.

After all, as soon as he mentioned the old guard, he saw an old man guarding the gate over there. His apprentice kept staring at the old man. He thought he was in trouble.

But he calmed down quickly. This was a city gate. What was he thinking about?

In the novels, those uncles who could destroy the world and destroy the world all guard places like small courtyards, mountain gates, and Buddhist scripture pavilions.

After all, the gatekeepers are those who like peace and quiet and want to experience life. What kind of uncle would not think of guarding the city gate and experiencing life?

Well, this old guard is just old, there's nothing to worry about.

After thinking about this, Xu Ran nodded to the old man leaning on the city wall, then patted his little apprentice on the head and invited her to enter the city.

"Oh." Xiaoqi nodded and followed the master's footsteps.

Xu Ran didn't know that after they entered the city, the old man who was leaning on the city wall and was suffering from illness, immediately stood up, his eyes became sharp, and there was an inexplicable expression on his face.

Three middle-aged men noticed his movements, and one of them asked, "Mr. Feng, what's wrong?"

When the old man called Feng Lao heard someone calling him, he turned into a sick look again, gave the three of them an embarrassed smile, and said:

"I remembered that the pot of elixirs I made a few days ago was about to become an elixir. I didn't even think that I would be on duty today. This..."

"Since the elixir is about to be turned into, then Mr. Feng should hurry back to collect the elixir, otherwise a batch of elixir will be wasted. We are taking care of it here, and I don't think anyone from the sect will be patrolling today."

"This... Since that's the case, I'll leave it to you. I'll leave as soon as possible and come back quickly. In a few days, I'll invite you to Zui Lingxuan to drink a pot of fine spiritual wine."

"Haha, then we will wait for Mr. Feng to treat us."

***Boundary line***

Fenghua Sanren is a casual cultivator. When he was traveling five hundred years ago, he discovered the inheritance cave of a great monk and received the inheritance from that great monk.

Relying on the inheritance of that great monk, his cultivation level advanced by leaps and bounds. In five hundred years, he reached the peak level of Nascent Soul and became famous in Feiyun State.

Since the great war more than two thousand years ago, the spiritual energy of the Immortal Ancient Continent has been exhausted, its laws have been shattered, and the strength of the world of cultivation has completely declined compared to more than two thousand years ago.

In today's Feiyun Prefecture, Yuanying Qi is already the top monk. If he establishes a sect, he can directly create a first-class large sect. After all, Jin Danqi can dominate some small places now.

He originally planned to become the founder of a sect. After all, anyone who has ever been a casual cultivator knows the hardships of being a casual cultivator. How can a leader of a sect live a smooth life?

But just over twenty years ago, he had a secret treasure inherited by a great monk, and he accidentally revealed it during a chat with a friend, but he didn't care, after all, that friend was an elder of the Xuanyang Sect.

Xuanyang Sect is the largest sect in Feiyun State that has been inherited for more than ten thousand years. At its peak, there were more than a dozen immortals in the sect.

Although the wars of more than two thousand years have brought the sect's strength to a low point, the situation in the entire world of cultivation is now the same. Xuanyang Sect now has more than thirty Nascent Soul monks, and it is still absolutely unparalleled in Feiyun State.

of overlord.

Moreover, with the inheritance left by so many immortal ancestors from their sect’s ancestors, it’s impossible for them to peek into their own secret treasure.

But he thought wrongly. A few days later, his friend led two Nascent Soul stage monks to intercept and kill him. He couldn't figure it out. How could he kill people and seize treasures with the inheritance of Xuanyang Sect?

Later, I learned from that friend that the great war two thousand years ago had completely consumed the sect, and the sect's inheritance was basically cut off, so now Xuanyang Sect does not have a single god-transforming monk.

And he accidentally revealed that the secret treasure in his hand could break through to the stage of divine transformation, which naturally attracted peeps.

The former friend thought that the three monks of the same period could deal with him, but he did not expect that he had the talisman passed down by the great monk in his hand. In the end, he used the talisman to kill the three of them.

After killing three Xuanyang Sect elders, Fenghua and the others originally planned to escape from Feiyun State and continue to establish a sect elsewhere, but he was so angry that they left just like that. Can the big sect be robbed directly?

If he just left like this, his heart was not in his way, and he might attract inner demons if he could break through in cultivation, so he decided to stay and find a way to kill a few more Xuanyang Sect elders.

He knew that the Xuanwu Sect would definitely want him, and hiding around was definitely not an option, so he went directly to Xuanyang City where the Xuanyang Sect was located, and replaced an elderly defender.

This method is indeed good. Over the years, no one from the Xuanyang Sect has ever discovered him. He even took the opportunity to ambush and kill an elder of the Xuanyang Sect.

He felt that just by killing two elders, he could clear his mind.

But just now, the little girl looked at him, and the mysterious young man gave his last smile.
Chapter completed!