In the following time, two more groups of people came, but they were not as bold as the first wave. When they saw someone patrolling at night, they quickly retreated.
It wasn't until almost early in the morning that I finally calmed down.
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"Jiji!"
"Goo!"
"Chirp!"
"Squeak!"
"quack!"
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The strange chirping of birds in the early morning was as noisy as a land and water dojo. Chen Li, who had not slept all night, walked to the front door and opened the two doors.
This morning's air, in addition to the ever-changing smell of urine, also had a strong smell of blood.
But this did not affect Chen Li's mood at all.
Even though he didn't sleep all night, even though he thought about it all night, Chen Li felt more relaxed than ever before.
Yesterday's killing seemed to have completely dispelled the heavy fog in his heart, cleansed his soul, and his restless heart suddenly settled down.
It turns out that I am not so weak, but that I am so strong.
He has never had an accurate positioning of his own strength, and the only time he encountered friction was just a quick counterattack, but this time he is sure, and he should be able to compete with him in the later stage of Qi training.
This kind of strength is enough for him to gain a foothold in the entire shantytown.
Of course, we cannot generalize between the late stage of Qi training and the late stage of Qi training, just as we cannot generalize between people.
A late-stage Qi-training monk from Yeluzi who hangs around in a shantytown all day long cannot obviously be compared with a late-stage Qi-training monk from a sect who has received education in the practice system.
The former may have more combat experience, but the latter is far superior to the former in terms of equipment, attack methods, and training knowledge.
One looks like a gangster, and the other looks like a regular soldier.
"Good morning, Fellow Daoist Chen!" A casual cultivator who went with him last night came over with a smile on his face as soon as he saw Chen Li.
"Morning!" Chen Li smiled and cupped his hands.
After the casual cultivator left, no one came over to say hello.
Chen Li didn't care and turned around to go back to the house.
After all, he is not such a superficial person.
After a while, Lin Gui hurried over and said mysteriously:
"Four people died on the street last night. Did you go and take a look? Now the corpses are hanging on the big tree at the street entrance for public display. Wow, that one is too horrible to look at. Their heads were smashed. I don't know which fellow Taoist on the street killed like this.
Cut decisively..."
"It's me." Chen Li glanced at him and said.
"The corpse can't even be identified. I guess I don't even recognize his mother. It's so cruel." Lin Gui was very sharp-tongued and kept talking: "By the way, what did you just say?"
"Let me tell you, the decisive fellow Taoist you just mentioned is me!" Chen Li said helplessly.
"Uh!" Lin Guiru, a proud goose, had his neck stuck tightly. He stretched his neck and looked stunned. Then he gently stroked his long beard and smiled: "Fellow Daoist Chen, please don't joke with me.
Oh, you even want to ask me for advice on the art of scolding?"
"If you don't know the scolding technique, you can't kill people?"
"This... of course... can kill people." Xu was frightened by this weird atmosphere, and Lin Gui was a little nervous and stuttered when he spoke.
"That's it!" Chen Li showed a smile.
"Okay... that seems to be the truth." Lin Gui seemed to be speechless. He looked at Chen Li, and after a long time, he suppressed another sentence: "Chen Daoyou, are you really not joking?"
Chen Li nodded: "No kidding!"
Lin Gui left.
When I left, I still looked doubtful about life.
Chen Li shook his head. After drinking a large glass of salt, he took off his robe and lining, picked up his sword and began to practice.
Today is definitely not peaceful.
Before noon, Qiao Guanyuan came to visit.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, Qiao came to the door rashly, didn't he disturb your Qingxiu?" Qiao Guanyuan carefully observed Chen Li who was walking over, and found that his steps were smooth and smooth, and seemed to have a strange charm.
Like a walking leopard, beautiful but deadly, it is obvious that he has practiced very advanced physical skills.
To be honest, he didn't pay attention to Chen Li before.
It's just a middle-aged casual cultivator who makes a living by drawing talismans. It's ordinary and there is no need to pay too much attention to it.
But today...not last night, Qiao Guanyuan realized that he had completely made a mistake.
During the fierce battle last night, he was in another night watch group and didn't hear any movement at all. He didn't know what happened until the battle was over.
Unbelievable.
A pair of three middle-stage Qi-training monks were left unscathed, and even their magical weapons were useless from beginning to end. Even he felt a little inferior to this terrifying fighting power.
And before he came here, he thought that the opponent only had amazing skills in magic, but today he saw that this guy obviously had no shortcomings in melee combat either.
"You're welcome, Fellow Daoist Qiao, please!" Chen Li bowed his hand and asked to enter the door: "I wonder what important business you have here, Fellow Daoist Qiao?"
"I came here mainly to discuss the issue of trophies with you." Qiao Guanyuan said with a smile: "You killed the three masked men. According to the rules, all the trophies on them belong to you, fellow Taoist. There are three in total.
A high-grade magic weapon, two amulets, three light-weight talismans, a flame talisman and twenty-three low-grade spiritual stones."
"The market price of second-hand magic weapons is generally half the price, and one of the shield magic weapons is more expensive than ordinary magic weapons.
A rough estimate of the three magical instruments is that the total is eight medium-grade spiritual stones. As for the remaining ones, they don't cost much. I think you can use them, so I won't discount them. I don't know what you think of this price."
"It's very fair. The price is no problem." Chen Liqiang said calmly.
But his heart couldn't help but beat fast.
Eight middle-grade spiritual stones.
This wave... I will immediately become rich!
"Okay, Fellow Daoist Chen, it's really easy. I've already brought you the money and talismans." After saying that, Qiao Guanyuan took out a money bag and a few talismans from his arms and placed them gently on the table.
Next, the two of them exchanged a few words for the occasion, and Qiao Guanyuan quickly said goodbye.
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Send Qiao Guanyuan out and disappear from sight.
Chen Li quickly closed the door, walked to the living room, grabbed the money bag, and poured it on the table.
The spiritual stones scattered and made an extremely pleasant sound.
He grabbed this one, grabbed that one, and couldn't put it down.
At this moment, he remembered something in his mind and quickly counted it carefully. There were a total of eight middle-grade spiritual stones and twenty-three.
That’s right, not a single drop is missing!
When he realized it, he couldn't help but secretly cursed himself for being useless.
"Oh, I'm used to being poor!"
Not long ago, the penny he had every day was so poor that he wanted to break it into two cents and spend it. Watching his savings continue to dwindle, he was sometimes so worried that he couldn't sleep. Now that he suddenly saw such a sum of spiritual stones, he felt a little unreal.