The long-bearded monk stroked his long beard, thought for a long time, and said: "This person has the eighth level of foundation, and his spiritual consciousness cultivation is above that of you and me.
Such figures are either direct descendants of great forces and come out to experience.
If we deal with such a person, there will be no survivors in the entire Baojing Lake.
Either they have great opportunities and extremely talented people. Such people have made rapid progress in cultivation and are not easy to mess with.
If we attack him, it will be good if we succeed.
If we let him run away, then wait for him to come back in a few years and kill us.
In my opinion, it's better not to act rashly yet.
If this person is just here for a tour, then we shouldn't disturb him.
If you want to stay here for a long time, we can also win over you.
As long as he doesn't interfere with our plans, we shouldn't take action.
If he insists on going against us, we can only send him away."
The short-bearded monk nodded and said: "Let's do it this way. This person accidentally missed a trick and showed two methods that we can't match.
It seems that this person is also a decisive person. He does not look like a newbie. He must have some tricks to suppress the situation.
We really don’t have much confidence that we can capture him, so if we can’t do it, we’d better not do it as much as possible.”
Wang Daoyuan knew nothing about the two men's plans and was still wandering around the market.
There are really no taboos for casual cultivators in Baojing Lake.
Guiyanfang City cannot sell anything related to monsters, but here they don't care at all. They have bones, horns, scales, etc. of monsters.
The one with the highest level of cultivation here is at the peak of foundation building, so he can only hunt second-level monsters.
Therefore, most of these demonic beast materials are at the second-level and low-level level, there are very few second-level high-level materials, and there are no third-level materials at all.
The Baojing Lake Oasis is surrounded by deserted land, and elixirs are extremely rare. They are all sand life plants, and their value is not very high, so I bought some second-level sand life plant seeds for later use.
He didn't linger at the stall for too long, but walked to the tallest building in the city.
This is a restaurant called Jinghu Restaurant.
Wang Daoyuan walked into the restaurant and saw that it was quite lively inside.
The first floor of the restaurant is a lobby covering an area of more than half an acre. There are forty or fifty tables, most of which are occupied by people.
He chose a table in the corner and sat down, and called out: "Shopkeeper, please bring me some side dishes and two jars of good wine."
After a while, a monk in the late stage of Qi training ran over carrying two wine jars and said: "Senior, this is your wine. The food will be served shortly."
Wang Daoyuan nodded without saying anything, and the waiter monk retreated.
The monk running the hall was the first qi-training monk he had seen here.
In this environment where the law of the jungle is the only rule, it is difficult for monks to survive in the early stage of foundation building, and Qi training monks have no ability to survive alone.
A quarter of an hour later, the waiter walked over quickly carrying a wooden tray with six dishes on it.
He placed six dishes on the table next to Wang Daoyuan and said with a smile: "Senior, you have all the dishes. May I ask if you have any other instructions?"
Wang Daoyuan opened a jar of wine, poured a bowl of wine, and said, "That's it."
When going out, you still have to be careful. He released a few soul-chasing bees and tasted the food and wine.
In this place where the Emperor is far away, he doesn't have to worry about anyone recognizing the Soul Chaser Bee.
Besides, even if someone recognizes it, it's not a big deal.
A casual cultivator has a soul chasing bee on his body. What does it have to do with Wang Daoyuan?
There were no abnormalities among the soul-chasing bees, so he felt free to eat and drink.
This wine tastes pretty good, slightly stronger than Red Blood Brewing and much worse than Lingtaolu. It must have been stored in cellars for about a hundred years.
He was used to drinking Lingtaolu that was hundreds of years old, so this wine was just the same.
I tried all six dishes and they all tasted pretty good.
After a while, a monk came to the table and asked with a smile: "May I ask this Taoist friend if I can ask for a bowl of wine?"
This man has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and he also has a rosacea nose. He looks like an alcoholic at first glance.
He is also an eighth-level foundation-building monk. If his cultivation level is low, he would not dare to drink with him.
Wang Daoyuan poured a bowl of wine and said with a smile: "Others can drink my wine, but not everyone can drink it.
I don’t know, why do you want to drink this bowl of wine?"
The rosacea monk smiled and said: "We are the same in terms of cultivation. I also saw the situation when fellow Taoist first came here. Compared with my fighting skills, I'm afraid I can't take any of your moves.
I don’t have anything that I can use, but I am fairly well-informed. How about exchanging the information for wine?”
Wang Daoyuan nodded and said: "I happen to be more interested in some strange things. I only know that Baojing Lake is the territory of casual cultivators. I wonder if there are any strange things here?"
He stared at the bowl of wine on the table and smiled awkwardly.
Wang Daoyuan waved his hand and pushed the wine bowl in front of him.
He picked up the wine bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and then said with a cheerful voice: "Fellow Taoist, it's really refreshing, I won't hide it anymore.
This Baojing Lake Oasis is only such a big place in total, and there are hundreds of foundation-building casual cultivators gathered there.
Fighting and killing people are commonplace. No matter how bizarre the death is, it is not uncommon. It is not a strange thing.
Only more than ten years ago, a strange thing happened."
At this point, Brother Rosacea stopped.
Wang Daoyuan really wanted to slap him to death. This grandson couldn't be a storyteller.
This statement is really appetizing.
With a wave of his hand, the wine flew out of the jar and fell into the bowl in front of the rosacea monk, filling the bowl.
The rosacea-nosed man picked up the wine bowl, but still took a sip, and burped, saying: "More than ten years ago, more than ten monks dressed as casual cultivators came from the south to look for something nearby.
Some bold local monks clashed with them.
Although this group of people are all dressed as casual cultivators, they should be disciples of some big force.
They cooperated with each other in their fighting skills, and a few of them were able to beat more than a dozen local monks of the same level into running away.
The local monks did not dare to provoke them anymore and allowed them to search around Baojing Lake.
They searched the oasis for several months, but found nothing.
I also struggled in Nanshan and Beishan for half a year, but still got nothing.
Later, they began to search the desert beyond the oasis.
After struggling for more than a year, I got into a fight with someone more than three hundred miles east of the oasis.
According to the passing monks, what this group of people encountered was a group of second-level high-grade corpses. These corpses were humanoid and monster. They were made of steel and iron. Monks of the same level were no match for them."
At this point, he paused again.
Wang Daoyuan naturally knew what he meant and poured him another bowl of wine.
The rosacea monk finished his wine and continued: "This group of monks is not weak in fighting skills. After fighting with this group of corpse refiners for a long time, only four or five people were injured.
Seeing that they could not take the refined corpse, they left the place where the refined corpse was.
He did not return to the oasis, but went directly south.
About a month later, another group of monks dressed as casual cultivators came. This time there were more people, about thirty people, all of whom were in the late stage of foundation building, and several of them were from the group that came last time.
A master among men.
This group of people came well prepared, and the talismans and magical tools they used had a considerable restraint effect on the corpse.
They had the upper hand at first, suppressing the zombies and beating them.
Later, I don't know what happened, but these zombies suddenly became ferocious and defeated this group of people again.
Moreover, five or six lives were left behind.”
The rosacea monk stopped talking again. Wang Daoyuan couldn't bear it anymore. He stopped at critical moments every time he spoke. This was challenging his own patience!