(There was a fallacy about speed in the previous chapter, which has been revised)
Feelings are naturally inaccurate and highly subjective.
Each step of an adult is about seventy-five centimeters. Next, Chen Li measured the ground step by step, and then ran again by silently counting the seconds. Finally, he roughly estimated his speed, which was about sixty meters.
.
Of course, this speed is still a rough estimate with a huge error, and the place he ran in was still a wilderness, with uneven roads and complex terrain, covered with lush weeds and vines.
If you don't pay attention, you will be tripped and fly into the air.
But then again, this is not the earth, there will be no plastic runway, and reality is not a tender game. When he really needs to run, the terrain may be more complicated than here.
As a comparative test, Chen Li then took off his robe and tested it again.
This run felt several times more strenuous, and the final speed could not even reach 30 meters per second. The wind resistance was too great. It felt like running against a typhoon, and my body was shaking uncontrollably.
Chen Li put on his robe and happily patted the non-existent dust on it. The more he looked at this dusty robe, the more he liked it.
"These ten middle-grade spiritual stones are really worth it!"
Chen Li thought to himself that those cultivators who flew with swords probably wore robes embroidered with the 'Wind Transformation' magic circle. Otherwise, at such a fast speed, there are no guardrails or safety seats installed on the flying swords, leaving you with a sense of balance.
No matter how good it is, if the wind is strong, the flying sword will be blown away.
In the following days, he practiced running over and over again, trying to adapt to various terrains. It was not until almost noon that he walked towards the shanty town.
When he was almost home, he felt that the atmosphere was wrong. The air was filled with the smell of blood, the streets were deserted, and everyone's doors were closed.
"What happened again?"
Chen Li felt nervous and quickly quickened his pace. He had just returned home and before he could ask Lin Gui about the situation, Lin Gui came over quickly.
"Have you heard that Qiao Guanyuan was assassinated?" Lin Gui whispered furtively.
"Dead?" Chen Li said with surprise when he heard this.
"Well, that's not the case yet! He was slightly injured. I heard it was done by another gang. Alas, you didn't see it. Just now, the night watch team was like crazy, searching everywhere, and several people were dead on the street."
Lin Gui looked nervous and said:
"I was so unlucky that I came to this remote and remote place. I didn't have a stable life for a few days, but I was worried all day long."
"It's probably not much better in other places. The ancestors of the Immortality Sect have all fallen. I'm afraid this is the case in the entire Immortality Domain now. It's pretty good here, at least there are no Foundation Establishment monks who have died personally." Chen Li retorted.
"That's true!" Lin Gui agreed.
The two of them sighed together and looked at each other speechlessly.
"Can you find a way to other domains?" After a while, Chen Li asked.
"There's no way out. This place is too remote. It's just a small city. Even powerful companies won't do business here across borders." Lin Gui shook his head.
The two chatted for a long time, but nothing came of their conversation, and they just sighed.
Not long after, everyone went back to their homes.
…
"Forget it, with my current strength, there's actually nothing to worry about. The worst I can do is kill a few more people."
Sitting in the talisman-making room, Chen Lili couldn't help but feel certain in his mind.
Start making talismans.
Train your mind.
Calm.
Pray for heaven and earth.
After a set of rituals.
Chen Li rolled up his sleeves, picked up the pen, and started drawing as soon as he started. He drew two 'evil evil charms' in a row. They were all successful, and he still had less than half of his spiritual power left in his body.
He put down the pen, dried the blood ink on it, and placed it on a stack of evil-repelling charms.
"Oh, I have accumulated more and more. Now it's hard to do business in the market, and I don't know who to sell it to." He sighed inwardly, took the stack of talismans, counted them, and found that there were 38 of them.
Unlike popular charms such as light body amulets and amulets.
Evil-proof charms have never been easy to sell. When the market was still hot, I set up a stall in the morning. If I was lucky, I could sell six or seven pieces, but if I was unlucky, I could only sell two or three.
And after all, it is a mid- to low-level first-level talisman. There are many casual practitioners who can draw this kind of talisman, and the competition is very high.
"But now that I have reached the fourth level of Qi training, I can try to make an arrow-avoiding talisman." Chen Li said thoughtfully.
The arrow-avoiding talisman and the evil-repelling talisman both belong to the first-level intermediate talisman. The difference is that the latter corresponds to the fourth level of Qi training, and the former corresponds to the fifth level of Qi training. However, it is normal to draw the talisman to a higher level.
With his current level of Qi training at the fourth level, he should be able to barely draw.
The arrow avoidance charm is also a defensive charm.
It can produce a defensive force field after being activated, but its defensive ability is much worse than the famous first-level high-level talisman. The market price is the same as the evil-proof talisman, and it is also a low-grade spiritual stone.
But in comparison, it is much easier to sell.
Thinking of this, Chen Li took the book "How to Make Eight Kinds of Talismans" and began to study it carefully.
…
In the next few days, the surrounding area was completely in chaos. Qiao Guanyuan's night watch team and the nearby Giant Bear Gang had several fights. The casualties on both sides were so great that the surrounding casual cultivators did not dare to take to the streets easily for fear of
be affected.
One day, when Chen Li went to Fangshi to purchase talisman skin and blood ink, he was stopped by a group of three people on the way:
"But Fellow Daoist Chen Li, I am Zhao Ding from the Giant Bear Gang."
"I wonder what Fellow Daoist Zhao wants from me?" Chen Li stopped and looked at the other person and asked, secretly wary in his heart.
Zhao Ding is tall, a head taller than Chen Li, tall and thick, with a rugged appearance. He wears a wide robe that is almost like a tight-fitting suit. There is no trace of the immortal spirit of a cultivator. He looks more like a
Those who robbed homes and homes.
"I've heard the name of Fellow Daoist Chen for a long time. Qiao Guanyuan is a newly entered casual cultivator, but he is very ambitious and tries to dominate this place. In my opinion, it's just a dead bone in a grave, and his defeat can only happen in a matter of seconds. I hope that Fellow Daoist Chen can understand.
Those who deal with current affairs are heroes and will make wise choices." Zhao Ding said with a faint smile.
"I don't like fighting by nature, I'm not interested in either side of you, and I won't get involved in your fights." Chen Li politely declined with a smile.
"Hahaha, this is the best, Fellow Daoist Chen, I think we will meet again, let's go!" Zhao Ding laughed loudly, then called his men and walked away.
…
Chen Li looked at the other party's retreating figure, his smile faded, and he sighed inwardly.
"After all, you can't avoid trouble."
He almost regretted exposing his strength, but then he thought again, if he hadn't exposed his strength, he would probably still be on the third level of Qi training. Where would he have the money to buy Qi-boosting pills, and where would he get the money to buy the robes.
"In this damn world, why is it so difficult to practice immortality quietly?"