Chapter 210 The third breakthrough, may I ask for your name?

A day passed in a flash.

On the second day, a rising sun rose from above Qianzhou Peak, and its light spread across the earth.

At this time, a tall figure wearing brocade clothes and holding a broadsword in his hand was staring at the strange scene on the top of Qianzhou Peak in a trance.

I saw golden light breaking through the clouds on the top of the peak, and a halberd condensed from heavenly light hung high in the sky.

And as time goes by, the vision is gradually getting stronger.

This tall figure was undoubtedly Yi Chen.

"It is indeed magnificent. I am afraid that the rumors are true. This place may really be the burial place of Tianwen Zhenjun, who led the Zhenwu Holy Temple, the treasure of the cave heaven, to break out."

Yi Chen couldn't help but feel happy.

Gui Zhongdao is such a good man. If it weren't for the Blood Killing Tower he founded, how could he have the good luck to arrive in time? If he had known this earlier, he would have been gentler when he killed him.

At this time, Yi Chen was only two hilltops away from the foot of Qianzhou Peak. He thought for a moment, then sat down cross-legged.

"The strange phenomenon has lasted for two days. This time it must have attracted countless masters. To be on the safe side, I will first break through the realm of strength for the third time before heading to the foot of the mountain. This is the safest plan."

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Yi Chen added all the five source points he had accumulated since leaving Yinlong Temple to the vision attribute.

A familiar warm current suddenly surged through every part of my body.

After more than ten seconds, Yi Chen successfully broke through the realm.

The virtual light curtain panel flashed, and in an instant Yi Chen's force attribute column changed.

[Strength: 150, {Force Breakthrough Three Times: Penetration lv3 (Strength shock penetration effect enhanced) Strength lv3 (Strength attribute effect increased by 30%) Power Accumulation lv2 (Accumulating power is for better punching. Every second of stagnation doubles the power of the punch, up to a maximum of seven times in seven seconds) Power Accumulation lv1 (After punching, 10% of potential energy will be accumulated for every second. When the potential energy is accumulated to 100%, the next punch will have full power and the power of the punch will be doubled)}]

Looking at the new charged attack that appeared in the force attribute column on his retina, Yi Chen's eyes lit up.

Doesn't this mean that you can deal double damage by hitting a critical hit stably every ten seconds?

If this ability is used well, the power of the attack will be doubled, and he feels that it will definitely give his enemies a little surprise.

"A quick attack, not bad."

Nodding with satisfaction, Yi Chen took the broadsword and rushed to the foot of Qianzhou Peak.

This sword was naturally not the Dragon-Slaying Sword, but was given to him by a robber cultivator in a dense forest when he was running hurriedly on the mountain path yesterday.

There are still many good people in the world.

Good things will be rewarded to good people. In another eighteen years, that group of Tribulation Cultivators should be seventeen years old.

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"Cry! " A sharp scream sounded.

A golden eagle suddenly swooped down from the sky and landed on a towering tree in front of Longmen Inn, its eyes fixed on the door of the inn.

"Look at your mother!"

A piece of rubble shot straight towards the golden eagle with the help of tremendous force. The golden eagle's head seemed to be hit by a sniper rifle and instantly exploded into a bloody mist. Under the effect of the penetrating power, its body also broke into three pieces and fell to the ground.

This bird has shifty eyes and is obviously not a good bird. It must be killed.

Yi Chen clapped his hands, looked up at the mark of Tiangong Sect on the beams of the inn, couldn't help but grin, and couldn't help but complain in his heart that this was a really good way to make money.

The inn in front of him was obviously not an ordinary thing, but a puppet creation of the Tiangong Sect. It was usually placed in a storage ring. After taking it out and injecting magic power into the control core, it would automatically stretch into its current shape.

Pushing the door open, Yi Chen's eyes suddenly froze.

Experts, so many experts.

He saw that the small hall on the first floor was crowded with people. The weakest one was at the Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation Stage, but there were also quite a few True Person Stage masters. Among them was an old Taoist with white hair and a ruddy complexion, and another dark-skinned old man dressed as an old farmer with a bitter look on his face. Even he couldn't tell the strength of these two.

Seeing Yi Chen enter, in front of his surprised eyes, a beautiful young woman with the cultivation level of the early stage of the True Person Realm walked over to him, twisting her waist like a beautiful snake.

"What would you like to eat, fellow Taoist?" The beautiful woman had a foxy face and majestic breasts. She handed over a menu with a smile on her face, her eyes curved.

Yi Chen was originally wondering why a master in the realm of true person would do such a job and disgrace his status for nothing. But the moment he saw the prices on the menu, he instantly understood the reason.

This price is a bit expensive if you are not a top waiter.

The price increase was more than fifty times, and the profits were so huge that he was tempted by the sight.

Of course, this kind of thing is just something I think about privately. With so many people eating and waiting obediently, and no one making trouble, there must be a reason for its existence.

Under the beautiful woman's contemptuous gaze, Yi Chen ordered a plate of peanuts, three dishes of hot dishes, and two jars of good wine, spending a total of two thousand taels.

He glanced around the hall. There was no seat left in the inn. There was only one table where a big man with a leopard head and round eyes was sitting. He looked ferocious and did not look like a good person. He looked like a bandit.

But fortunately, he is not a good person, and the worst that can happen is that we hurt each other.

"Fellow Daoist, would you like to share a table?" Yi Chen walked up to the big man and asked.

The big man stared at Yi Chen for two seconds, and suddenly asked, "If your family was wiped out when you were a child, and a hundred years later you became highly skilled and finally took revenge yourself, but found that the enemy still had a child, what would you do, fellow Daoist?"

Yi Chen: “…” What kind of cow and horse problem is that?

After thinking for two seconds, he finally gave his answer: "I think there must be something fishy going on."

"Your enemy may have taken advantage of your habitual thinking and made you think that there is only one child. In fact, they sacrificed one child to divert attention and protect the other children. You have to look carefully for him."

"I looked for it, but couldn't find it. But what if the child is not even as tall as the wheel?" The big man sighed and asked again.

"Fellow Daoist, are you from the Golden Horde Wolf Court of Jibei Dao Grassland?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"My mother is."

"This is easy, you are confused, put the wheel flat and compare it again."

"You escaped by your own ability, but shouldn't his child also escape by his own ability?"

The big man was immediately respectful when he heard this: "Fellow Daoist, please take a seat. Fellow Daoist, you have a quick mind, and I think you are not an unknown person in the Demon Sect. I wonder if you can teach me your name?"

"I am the third in command of Qinglong Village in Taihang Mountain, Wen Renzhong."

"Come here, bring ten more delicious dishes and two jars of good wine, and put this fellow Taoist's bill on my head."

Wen Ren Zhong seemed to have figured something out. He let go of the burden in his heart and was willing to treat Yi Chen to a banquet.

Soon, the wine was served.

Yi Chen smiled and poured a bowl for Wen Ren Zhong.

"Brother Wenren, you have made a mistake. I am actually a Taoist. You can call me Yan San, and my courtesy name is Chixia."

"I, Yan Sanchu, started to learn literature, but later I felt that literature could not save this turbid world, so I went up the mountain to seek immortals and learn the way. I accidentally fell off a cliff and received the help of my predecessors, and cultivated some meager magic power."

"Brother Yan, if your magic power is considered weak, then there is no one with strong magic power in this inn." Wen Ren Zhong's eyes flashed with a divine light, and he clinked glasses with Yi Chen.

"Brother, if you feel that the wheel plan is not decent enough, I, Yan San, have another plan to help you." In consideration of the big man's hospitality, Yi Chen spoke again.

"What's the plan?"

"Give the kid a candy and a knife and let him choose."

"If he chooses the knife, it proves that he has murderous intentions and must not be allowed to stay."

"If he chooses sugar, it proves that this guy is extremely cunning and must not be allowed to stay."

"What if he chooses both?" Wen Ren Zhong turned into a nitpicker and couldn't help but complain.

"This boy is so greedy, he must not be allowed to stay."

"If neither of them is chosen, this boy is so rebellious that he cannot be kept." Yi Chen answered quickly.

Walk in other people's paths and leave them with no way to go.

Wen Renzhong was silent for ten seconds, then he picked up his glass and sighed, "It's true that listening to your words is better than being in seclusion for ten years."

"Brother Yan will surely become a great master of the magic path someday. Come, let's have a drink and wish you a smooth journey on the path of Taoism."

Yi Chen raised his bowl and clinked it with Wen Renzhong again. He couldn't help but correct him, "Brother Wenren, I am from the Taoist sect. How could I have mistakenly joined the Demon Sect?"

Wen Renzhong: "You are really humorous and funny, fortunately my enemy back then was not you."

Just as Yi Chen and Wen Renzhong were chatting about the strange phenomena on Qianzhou Mountain, the door of the inn was suddenly pushed open again. A young man in golden armor walked towards Yi Chen angrily and said, "It was you, the bastard, who killed my eagle?"

There will be another update later, a little later.

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