Chapter 160 Is this kid a sword cultivator?

When Chen Luo was resting in the mountain city, the news of his defection from the Shenhu Immortal Sect finally came to light. Elder Qu of the Shenhuo Peak, who realized that he had been deceived, was furious. He did not expect that this person would be so cunning and run away without saying a word, which made all the promises they made in front of the sect master go down the drain.

The angry Elder Qu went to Wudao Peak, wanting to ask for an explanation from his master, Wuwei Zhenren.

"Wuwei, you must give the sect an explanation for this matter. Is this the disciple you taught? He has no sense of the overall situation. In his eyes, does he still have the sect or me?"

"roll!"

Elder Qu, who had landed at Wudao Peak, was about to put on his hat, but before he could finish his words, he was blown away by a force coming from the training hall at the top of the peak. The spiritual power in his body was in chaos, and he couldn't even maintain his flying posture, and fell headfirst from the sky.

Elder Qu fell down at the gate of the mountain and was covered in dust. He stood up with a grim expression, glanced in the direction of Wudao Peak, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"At least in the late stage of foundation building, or even stronger. This guy has become stronger again."

"Haha, you idiot, you still want to show off at my Wudao Peak, did your brain get kicked by a donkey? You must introduce me to the donkey that can kick a foundation-building cultivator."

At the foot of Wudao Peak, Xianhe Chengfeng laughed unscrupulously. A group of Qi Refining Realm disciples hid far away, wanting to laugh but not daring to, and could only lower their heads and twitch over there.

"Stupid Crane!"

Elder Qu's face turned dark, and after cursing, he waved his sleeves and returned to his Divine Fire Peak.

He didn't dare to go up to the Wudao Peak.

He was too lazy to care about this matter.

"This matter is not over if you steal my alchemy cauldron!!"

An angry roar was heard from Yaowang Peak, and then a figure turned into a stream of light and flew away from Yaowang Peak, flying all the way to the direction of Sheguo.

Five days later.

In the old forest outside the mountain city, two figures fell from the sky. The night wind blew around, and the leaves swayed like ghosts.

In the forest, three figures had already gathered here.

One of the three had a haggard face and white hair, and was chewing on a baby's arm. The other two were a man and a woman. The woman looked to be in her twenties, with black hair and some small poisonous insects constantly surrounding her. In her hand, there was a round gourd emitting purple gas, and the insects were attracted by the gas. The last person was a fat man, who was sitting on a grave in the forest, breathing out black gas, with a face full of flesh, and he was not a good person at first glance.

When the two people fell down, the three of them stopped what they were doing at the same time and looked at the two people falling down.

"If you don't come again, I won't do this business." The old monster who was gnawing on the baby's arm said in a hoarse voice.

"It takes three days to come here from the Immortal Gate, even if you take a flying boat. My speed is not considered slow."

One of the two people who fell down spoke.

Under the light of the fire, the man's appearance was revealed. It was Elder An, the master of Yaowang Peak of Shenhu Xianmen! This old guy always put safety first, and this time he even took the risk to come here just to take back his alchemy cauldron.

The alchemy cauldron that Chen Luo regarded as a second-level spiritual treasure was worth more than he expected.

It was high enough to make a coward like him take the risk.

"I don't care what your reason is! You wasted two days of our time, so you have to pay more!" The fat man sitting on the grave narrowed his eyes and said

"As long as I can get my alchemy cauldron back, money is not a problem!"

Elder An's gaze fell towards the mountain city.

The alchemy cauldron that was robbed by Chen Luo had been used for more than 60 years. The aura on it could not be erased in a day or two. In addition to tracking Chen Luo's location, Elder Tianan also spent a lot of money to hire three murderers in the black market.

The three people sitting in the forest were the three most powerful independent cultivators in the Seven Kingdoms. Each of them asked for a high price, but Elder An didn't care. As the leader of Yaowang Peak, the last thing he lacked was money!

The purpose of calling these people here is to ensure stability.

He just didn't believe that the four foundation-building masters combined would not be able to defeat a newcomer who had just made a breakthrough.

"We've agreed in advance that I'm only responsible for setting up the formation to prevent the other party from escaping." The Qi-refining cultivator who was following Elder An suddenly said something.

He remained calm in the face of the four foundation-building techniques because he was a first-level formation master.

Among the four arts of cultivating immortals, this profession requires the most talent.

Among the immortal cultivators, the status of the formation master is the most transcendent, because they have had extremely terrifying battle records. There was once a second-level formation master in the foundation-building period who, with the power of the formation, trapped a Jindan ancestor for more than a hundred years. Although the second-level formation master was later crushed to ashes by the Jindan ancestor, this did not prevent the spread of the reputation of the formation master.

When fighting across levels, or when it comes to foundation building versus core formation, the impact can be imagined.

"According to the deal, you go and set up the formation, and the rest has nothing to do with you."

Elder An waved his hand and sent the first-level formation master away. Although the other party was only in the Qi Refining Realm, he was very arrogant. Elder An didn't like the other party's arrogant look.

"He's just a junior who has just established his foundation. He has no magical powers accumulated, and he doesn't have the fighting experience of a foundation-building cultivator. I alone am enough to deal with him." The fat cultivator stood up and spoke.

This is not blind confidence, but a common perception in the world of immortal cultivation.

After a Qi-refining cultivator advances to the Foundation-Building stage, he needs time to settle down, become familiar with the magical powers of the Foundation-Building period, and adapt to the fighting methods of different stages. All these require time.

"I love eating genius the most."

The withered old man grinned, and the bloodshot at the corners of his mouth looked even more hideous in the light of the fire.

"A person with three spiritual roots can build a foundation so quickly, he must have some secrets. I don't care about other things, but the secrets on him must belong to me." The insect-controlling woman said calmly.

Due to the transaction requirements, Elder An has sold all the information he could find about Chen Luo after he joined the Shenhu Immortal Sect to these three people.

"It all depends on your ability. Whoever grabs it first gets it."

Neither the withered old man nor the fat monk are stupid, so naturally they would not give in.

The four of them stood on the top of the mountain for a while, until a wave of vibration came from the outskirts of the mountain city below, and Elder An finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With the arrangement made by the formation master, the possibility of the opponent's escape is completely eliminated.

"Let's do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead and flew down. He took out a small square seal in his hand, and the magic power flowed on it, and the momentum soared to the sky. The three foundation-building casual cultivators behind him also flew in. Four figures entered the formation at the same time and entered the mountain city.

Midnight.

A dark cloud covered the bright moon in the sky, plunging the mountain city, which had originally had some light, into complete darkness. After the night watchman finished ringing the bell, he went home to sleep. The whole mountain city was quiet, with no other noise except the chirping of insects and barking of dogs.

In the corner of the mountain city, there is a dilapidated inn, and the wooden plaque sways gently in the night breeze.

The guests in most rooms had already gone to bed, except for the guest room in the northwest corner where the oil lamp was still swaying. The dim light was reflected through the paper-cut window, and a figure could be vaguely seen.

In the room, Chen Luo, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes.

He frowned and glanced at the scene outside the window, and the external brain in his mind suddenly became active.

'There are fluctuations in the formation.'

The brain of the hanged array master found in Guoshan County gave feedback.

Formation?

Chen Luo stood up and walked to the window. He looked through the second-floor window toward the city wall in the distance and faintly saw slight fluctuations coming from there. This formation was for the inside, and normally people in the city couldn't see it, but Chen Luo had the brain of a foundation-building formation master, and his formation perception was very sharp, so he could tell at a glance that something was wrong.

"To me?"

Chen Luo narrowed his eyes. He was the only immortal cultivator in the city, so he was an obvious target. No matter what the other party's purpose was, it was not his habit to passively take a beating.

"From the arrangement of the formation, there should be a formation master stationed outside the city. Killing him can supplement my blank formation knowledge."

Chen Luoxu took a step forward and walked out of the window, with an inexplicable aura emerging from his body. After studying the magic skills for so many days, he could finally test them out.

Shancheng Street.

The four people who came in lost their sense of Chen Luo at the same time.

"The breath is gone."

“Very sharp!”

"I am becoming more and more curious about his secrets."

The three independent cultivators dispersed, and as they were all independent cultivators, the one they trusted the most was themselves.

For them, this is a massacre of the strong bullying the weak. All they have to do is find the target, kill the opponent, and snatch the secrets from the opponent. In the meantime, they can complete the tasks issued by Elder An and earn some extra money.

"Want to run? In order to deal with you, I even hired a formation master."

Elder An also had a grim smile on his face. He remembered the time when Chen Luo didn't give him face on Yaowang Peak. Today, when he got the chance, he would not only kill this man, but also take back all the face he had lost!

He walked slowly towards the direction of the inn where the breath had disappeared before. The square seal in his hand kept flashing. As long as there was anything wrong, he could use the seal in his hand.

A second-level magic weapon is definitely not something that a youngster who has just established his foundation can possess.

"Why are you following me?"

The withered old man walked for a while and suddenly stopped. The fat monk behind him was also on this road, and they both chose the same direction.

"What a joke! It's obviously you who's blocking my way."

“That new foundation-building cultivator wants to escape, so he will definitely go through the west gate. Instead of wandering around, it’s better to sit back and wait.” The withered old man turned his head and looked at the fat monk, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.

Physical training!

This fat guy is the kind of person that a mage like him hates to deal with the most.

"You and I both."

Puff! !

Suddenly, a gust of wind cut through the darkness and flew towards the neck of the withered old man at a very fast speed. There was only a flash of light, and a layer of spiritual light rose from the withered old man's body. Densely packed black runes lit up on his body, and the flying gust of wind was directly dispersed by these runes.

On the other side, the fat monk was also hit by several wind blasts, but fortunately he had thick skin and flesh, so these wind blasts only made him retreat a few steps without causing any serious damage.

This sudden sneak attack startled both of them.

Then there was rage.

They didn't expect that the prey that they were supposed to be surrounded and killed would actually dare to attack them.

“Get out here!!”

The withered old man shouted, and then he stretched out his hand and pressed in the direction of the wind. A piece of black baby hand bone flew out from his palm. After the bone arm rotated a circle, it exploded in the air, forming a black skull. The cold spiritual power rolled into white flames and swept over in a range attack.

"careful!"

The fat monk who was preparing to attack from behind suddenly felt a threat of death, and he rolled over subconsciously. The next moment, a sharp sword energy burst out from the side and back, and the withered old man who had just used his magical power to attack didn't even have time to react before he was swept across the shoulder blade by the sword energy.

With a "puff" sound, the sword energy spread out.

The head is separated!

The incredible head flew out and fell into the opponent's hands.

Sword energy?

This kid is a sword cultivator?! Such important news, but that old ghost An didn't tell me.

The fat monk who escaped the disaster felt a chill in his heart. Looking at Chen Luo who suddenly appeared in front of him, he no longer had the confidence he had before.

(End of this chapter)