As Luo Cheng spoke, he took out a formation disk. After a wave of spiritual power, he spoke proudly, "Second Master, please tell me directly, what is going on... If you are under the middle level of Lingxian, don't think about breaking through.
This is my high-level soundproofing array."
"Chen Taizhong... He robbed me last time and left two spiritual stones to buy his way," Xu Jianhong twitched the corner of his mouth and spoke helplessly.
"Let me just say, you may not be able to fight those three people who died during the day together," Lei Xiaosheng nodded thoughtfully.
"The floating catkins are gone too?" Luo Cheng looked at the second master in shock.
"How about you pick up whichever pot you don't want?" Xu Jianhong was a little annoyed.
"I borrowed your floating chair to study flying formations, but you were reluctant to borrow it," Luo Cheng pointed at him angrily, "Now, it's been snatched away."
"I let you borrow it, and when I return it, it will most likely not be used anymore," Xu Jianhong replied with a blushing face, "I asked you to follow me because I want to protect you!"
"Don't make trouble," Lei Xiaosheng growled, and then asked, "Second brother, how long have you been fighting with Chen Taizhong?"
"It lasted almost, uh, one round," Xu Jianhong replied coyly. After a pause, he added two words with a blushing face, "Not even."
Sis, when the two heard the words, they both took a deep breath. Lei Xiaosheng thought for a moment and nodded slowly, "You two remember, we are here to help this time. No matter how good the spirit stone is, it cannot be compared to the little one."
Life is important, do you understand?"
"Originally," Luo Cheng nodded. He had studied formations for many years and hated the monopoly of aristocratic families and sects. "Second brother, you'd better tell me what Chen Taizhong's trump card is."
"This... I really don't know," Xu Jianhong's face turned red again. As soon as he passed the top of the mountain, he was knocked unconscious by Chen Taizhong's stormy attack. He didn't even realize how he was hit.
After thinking for a while, he said uncertainly, "That guy's consciousness seems to be quite strong."
"Haha," Luo Cheng laughed loudly after hearing this, "Are you mistaken? Second brother... Liang Zhigao said that one of Chen Taizhong's weaknesses is that his spiritual consciousness is not strong enough."
"Nima, if you don't believe me, why are you asking me?" Xu Jianhong glared in anger and waved his hand, "I dare say that his consciousness is far better than yours..."
"It's broken," Lei Xiaosheng interrupted him abruptly and looked up, "Something's wrong!"
Sure enough, something happened. The three people were chatting in the soundproof array and did not pay attention to the movement outside. Now everyone in the camp stood up and ran in one direction.
After putting away the formation, the three of them realized that just now, there was a warning sentry, which had been quietly taken away.
Chen Taizhong hid outside and observed for more than three hours before determining the opponent's stationing method.
There are more than 70 people in total. There are more than 40 people in the core camp, and there are four teams of five people stationed on the periphery, and there are six open posts and six hidden posts.
Chen Taizhong didn't use his spiritual sense, but he had night vision goggles on his hands. He was on the periphery at the moment, so he really shouldn't take it easy when he moved around.
There is a hidden sentry that is ambushed relatively close to the inner circle. It is far away from other exposed sentries, especially since it is hidden in the grass. In such a position, once someone discovers it, it is really easy to gain access.
Chen Taizhong observed this person for a long time, and then crept forward. In order not to attract the other person's attention, he did not look directly at the person, but kept squinting.
After he stepped forward, he decisively stabbed him with his spiritual consciousness, and then cast the world's magic net to catch this person, knocked him out with a casual punch, turned around and tiptoed away.
His punch still made some noise, but others didn't take it seriously. After a while, a whistleblower asked softly, "Xiao Zhu, have you noticed anything...Xiao Zhu, Xiao Zhu?"
By the time the camp was in chaos, Chen Taizhong had already left three miles away. This was the way he came, and there were basically no powerful beasts. He easily led the people twenty miles away.
The person who was captured was a seventh-level Immortal from the Zhu family. After receiving a severe beating, he began to explain the situation.
Chen Taizhong frowned as he listened. Not only the Liang Zhu family came, but also the Zhou family and the Zheng family. The three families added up to five ninth-level immortals, and two from the Red Arrow Alliance also came.
A ninth level wandering immortal.
A total of seven ninth-level wandering immortals came to surround him, a fifth-level wandering immortal, and four or five spirit raccoons. This makes people... How embarrassing?
Feeling upset, he pulled out his long sword, shook his hand and pierced it with the sword.
"I wish the Zhu family...the Zhu family," the man spat out a mouthful of blood and his voice gradually lowered, "The Zhu family can retreat, please let me go..."
"If I were caught by you, who would let me go?" Chen Taizhong snorted absentmindedly. After pulling out his sword, he swiped it with his backhand and another head fell to the ground.
Huh? The next moment, he felt something was wrong, then he packed up his clothes, turned around, and jumped into the dark mountains.
He already knew something was wrong. He could control his aura himself, but the prisoner just now couldn't do it. And there were still some spirit beasts in the opponent's camp. It was normal for him to follow his trail.
Sure enough, not long after he left, clusters of black shadows surrounded him, each one silently, and finally someone whispered, "He has left."
Chen Taizhong couldn't see what was behind him, but he walked more than ten miles deeper into the mountain, then found a stone crevice, put some warning signs around it, and got in to rest for the night.
After he finished vomiting, when he opened his eyes, it was already dark.
Daytime was his world. When he went out for a walk, he found no sign that anyone had been around. He climbed a tree and took a look with a telescope, but he couldn't see any trace of anyone.
Ordinarily, this is the place where you can choose to break through, but Chen Taizhong doesn't think so. First of all, he has never touched the surrounding terrain and has little understanding of the distribution of wild beasts. Secondly, he believes that there are hidden beasts hidden in the calm woods not far away.
There are too many people who want his life.
He looked up at the sky, which was frighteningly cloudy and made him feel irritable.
So he walked up to the nearest hilltop and shouted loudly, "Liang Zhigao, Chen Taizhong is here, do you dare to come up and fight?"
The sound transmission in the valley is very far away, let alone the fact that he used immortal power.
Liang Zhigao was resting in a woods ten miles away at the moment. He felt a little exhausted after a night of tracking.
Hearing the roar, he jumped up immediately and ran towards the direction of the sound without thinking, "Little thief, I swear to kill you!"
"Why are you so anxious?" Zhou Wang rushed out from the diagonal stab, raised his hand and stabbed the opponent's throat with his sword, "The Fifth Young Master is the one who makes the decision here, are you too excited?"
"Go away!" Liang Zhigao raised his hand and hit his face with a bead, "If you stop me from taking revenge, go to hell!"
Zhou Wang was immediately furious. He swung his long sword horizontally and tried to swat the beads away. "You are so rude, I will kill you...poof~"
He originally felt that his strength was one of the best among the ninth-level immortals, so he dared to think about killing Liang Zhigao. However, when the long sword collided with the bead, he felt an extremely strong force coming from him.
His whole body was shaken, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.
"Does a domestic servant really think of himself as a person?" Liang Zhigao snorted coldly and shot away.
"Liang Zhigao, we can try to win him over," a voice sounded from behind. It was rare that Zheng Weijun spoke up - everyone knew that people from the Blood Sand Marquis seldom spoke.
Zhou Qinggun felt that his face was a little hot, so he coughed dryly and said, "Catch up and surround this person... It's best to survive."
Hearing this, everyone started to move together, but when they really started to move, they realized how high Liang Zhigao's cultivation level was. A figure shuttled in front of him like lightning, and everyone could only chase him further and further away.
"Hmph," another ninth-level Immortal from the Zhou family narrowed his eyes, and a long sword appeared in his hand.
"Uncle Twelve," Zhou Qinggun shook his head slightly. His uncle's name was Zhou Zaiyuan. He was also a swordsman. He learned swordsmanship from outside the clan. Not many people knew about it.
"I am a sword cultivator who only seeks happiness and grudges. We don't have to look forward or backward." Zhou Zaiyuan snorted and stood up with his sword. "Zhou Wang, I leave Qinggun's safety to you."
"Flying with a sword?" Chen Taizhong narrowed his eyes as he saw two electric lights coming towards him. He killed an eighth-level sword cultivator yesterday, and the one who dared to come this time should be a ninth-level Immortal.
This ninth-level sword cultivator should be from the Zhou family! He thought about it and saw that Liang Zhigao was already very close, so he suddenly thought, "Brother, I want to see how awesome the ninth-level immortal is today."
Liang Zhigao rushed towards Chen Taizhong like a mad tiger, and struck Chen Taizhong in the head with his sword from a long distance away.
"Well done," Chen Taizhong waved the big gun in his hand and went forward to meet him. There was a loud "clang" sound, but he blocked the opponent's sword forcefully.
However, the strength of the ninth-level Immortal was really not comparable to that of him. Liang Zhigao struck out with anger again. This sword directly knocked him back four or five steps, and his energy and blood surged.
"The little thief has received his fate," Liang Zhigao soaked in a long sword for a long time, and slashed with the sword several times, like a violent storm.
After receiving a few swords, Chen Taizhong felt calm. He was just like a ninth-level wandering immortal. These swords were not as powerful as the first sword.
But for a moment, he didn't have a good way to deal with the opponent. Hongchen Tianluo could cross the ranks and take people, which was the magic weapon of the Yin people. He didn't want to show it in front of so many people, so he had to consider withdrawing.
After a few moves, Zhou Zaiyuan's sword stopped not far away. The sword cultivator in the immortal stage had not cultivated his natal flying sword, so he couldn't fly with the sword and hurt people at the same time - the flying sword at this moment was only equivalent to
It’s just a magic weapon.
"Want to run away? It's not that easy." Liang Zhigao saw Chen Taizhong's thoughts. He sneered and attacked desperately while speaking loudly, "Brother Zai Yuan, please take action as soon as possible. The little thief is very cunning... Chi Ze
Change.”
"How far can he change as long as I'm here?" Zhou Zaiyuan stood not far away holding a sword and replied arrogantly. The so-called sword cultivator has always been proud.