Once the war broke out, Zhao Mang and Taoist Heng Yu no longer entered the camp, but followed Qingping Valley's layout to keep the enemy out.

However, the correspondence between them never ceased.

When the war was not intense, they would talk once every three to five days and tell each other about the current situation.

When the war was intense, a letter would be sent every other day, reminding Chen Sheng to be careful and not to be caught by the enemy and have his camp breached.

There was a lot of care in the words. After reading them, Mr. Chen felt like laughing and was also a little moved.

He is not a rich young man. He has gone deep into the mountains to fight monsters and entered the secret realm to sweep away all enemies. Qingping Valley's concern for him is a bit excessive.

Of course, Qingping Valley could not be blamed. After all, he had a sense of justice. If he lost it, not to mention whether the Guangxiu Immortal Sect would spare Qingping Valley, the leader of the most senior sect would definitely be the first to kill him.

"Just focus on killing the enemy at the front line."

Chen Sheng replied to the letter, which calmed the people in Qingping Valley a little. Then he stood up and walked in the camp to check if there were any omissions.

The foundation of the camp is the two large formations. As a deep-rooted base, safety is the top priority.

After seven years of running-in, the two large formations, one for defense and one for attack, have become connected to the underground veins and are as solid as a rock.

Mr. Chen checked them one by one and found that the formation was flawless and extremely solid, without any mistake.

Even the cultivators stationed in the camp did not relax. Those who needed to practice practiced, and those who needed to be on guard were on guard, each doing their own job.

"Boss, why are you inspecting the camp? Are there any foreign enemies coming to kill us?"

Zhang Lu came over. He heard that there was unrest in this area. Zhao Mang Tianjiao and Taoist Heng Yu from Qingping Valley had both gone to the front line.

"Looking at this situation, danger may arise at any time."

Mr. Chen said truthfully.

The cultivators in the camp are not cowardly people. When they were first recruited, they were told that they were here to fight.

They had not done anything wrong or been laughed at, so he trusted these people.

"Don't bother me, Master. I, Old Zhang, and my fellow Taoists will come out of the camp and help you with your worries."

Zhang Lu's hair was all white and his body was old, but when it came to war, he showed no fear. Instead, he was full of vigor and vitality, with bright eyes, and as fierce as an old wolf in the mountains.

"You stay in the camp."

Mr. Chen looked at him, his eyes fixed for a breath or two, and said this.

"My boss looks down on me. Old Zhang, I am still young."

Zhang Lu was somewhat grateful, as not letting him fight in the battlefield was a kind of care, but with the support of Chen Sheng, he had transformed from a rootless duckweed into a person with roots, and he was obsessed with the idea of ​​making his camp permanent and was not afraid of bloodshed.

"As a key figure in the camp, you have to live well and give newcomers a chance to perform."

Mr. Chen still had some feelings for this old man in the camp. He was the first one to come to him and helped him build the protective framework of the camp.

These are subordinates who have made great contributions. He usually does not send such people to the battlefield, as he hopes they can die peacefully.

"Okay, but if the enemy breaks into the camp, Lao Zhang will definitely fight to the death."

These words made Zhang Lu feel comfortable, but he also knew that he was old now and his cultivation level was only in the middle of the camp. Chen Sheng was comforting and taking care of him.

He accepted the kindness, but he also made up his mind that when the time came to fight, he would never be stingy with his old bones.

"good……"

Mr. Chen wanted to say a few more words, but suddenly he had an idea. He looked towards the west and saw that the sky had dimmed. A rolling evil spirit was spreading like a flying snake, howling non-stop.

Above the void, monks flying on swords, with robes in full bloom and murderous intent, rushed towards the camp.

"clang!"

At the same time, the immortal cultivators in the camp also discovered something unusual and rang the golden bell as a warning. Immediately, the entire camp came alive.

A large number of immortal cultivators flew up and stationed at the pass. Their eyes were sharp, and the magic weapons in their hands were clanging, showing their great power.

"It was this stronghold that allowed Qingping Valley to turn the tide despite the exhausting battle and rise step by step."

Above the void, Yu Xiao of the Cangnan Sword Sect examined the camp in front of him. It was hazy inside and he couldn't see clearly, but there was indeed a chilling atmosphere.

Originally, Qingping Valley had already shown signs of fatigue, and the Langya Immortal Sect planned to slowly wear down this first-class immortal sect.

Seven years passed, and when the plan was finally made, everyone thought it would be easy to implement, but it actually hit a hard wall and broke their teeth.

After investigation, we found out that during this period of time, which was neither long nor short, Qingping Valley cooperated with a camp and implemented the strategy of building high walls and storing abundant food. Not only did it recover, but it also became stronger.

The Langya Immortal Sect was furious and sent them here to destroy the camp and cut off Qingping Valley's blood recovery area.

"The camp was built by the elders of Guangxiu Xianzong. Do we really want to break it down and kill everyone?"

There are two Foundation Establishment cultivators in the Cangnan Sword Sect, one is the Sect Master Yu Xiao, and the other is Yu Yan.

He learned that the origin of the camp's lord was not simple, but the elder of the medicine house, who controlled enormous power.

Moreover, Chen Sheng was a flagpole placed on the sideline by the Guangxiu Xianzong. They cut it off, which was absolutely a heinous crime.

"The situation is like this. It would be foolish to go back and forth. It would be better to cut it off once and for all and kill decisively."

Yu Xiao understood the hidden dangers, but was still determined to seek a decisive decision.

The fighting among the five major immortal sects in the border area is like a game of chess, and they are the chess pieces.

Chess pieces do not have their own ideas and can only move forward according to the chess player's thinking, otherwise they will be abandoned.

"Master, this makes sense."

Yu Yan nodded in conviction. That was the truth. Even though Chen Sheng was a big shot in Guangxiu Immortal Sect, they were loyal to Langya Immortal Sect. He should be killed if necessary, without any calculation.

…

"Boss, the enemy is here to provoke us, should we kill them?"

In the camp, there was a new person beside Chen Sheng, his name was Yi Yuanlu, a cultivator in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

He looked at the practitioners of Cangnan Sword Sect without any fear, and even had a hint of enthusiasm.

In recent years, he had never been short of money for the expenses in the camp, and he knew that this was a rare place. Now that he had seen the war, he had even more in mind to repay the kindness.

"You and I, along with the people in the camp, are not inferior to the Cangnan Sword Sect. There is really no need to be frustrated and guard it."

Chen Sheng glanced at the cultivators in the camp. They were full of vigor and showed no fear at all. He could not help but feel very confident and said, "Open the camp gate and fight the enemy."

After seven years of running the camp, we have accumulated a lot of strength. It is no longer the time when we have few soldiers and generals. It is time to show the power of the camp and raise the flag of Guangxiu Xianzong high.

“Boom…”

As the camp gate opened, an aura that was no weaker than that of the Cangnan Sword Sect roared out. The independent cultivators were good at fighting, and they were fed with elixirs, so they were all in strong spirits and had a strong determination.

Boom! On the flat ground, two groups of people and horses collided like dragons and tigers. The golden Gengjin energy and the dark evil energy entangled for a while, and ripples rose in the void. The dust swept by was like the fluctuation of light dust, as if small worlds were destroyed one by one.

The fight between the camp monks and the sword cultivators of Cangnan Sword Sect was equally fierce. Both sides seemed to be fighting in a quagmire. It was very difficult, and every move revealed a sense of intense entanglement.

"Is this a camp without any foundation?!"

The strength of the camp was beyond Yu Yan's expectations. He had not expected that in a melee between the two sides, the sword cultivators of their Cangnan Sword Sect could not chop the other side like a gourd, but were instead caught in a bitter battle.

He could no longer remain calm. The Cangnan Sword Sect was not an extremely powerful sect of immortal cultivation. Those who came to fight this time were all elite soldiers. If any of them were killed, the sect would decline.

"kill!"

He raised his sword with the aura of a mid-stage Foundation Establishment Realm and as violent as Taowu. The sword light was as black as ink, containing an aura of destruction.

As the sword fell, the sky darkened a little, becoming pitch black, and was about to swallow up a large number of monks in the camp.

Since it is a battlefield, it does not matter what level of realm you have. They are all enemies, and the only thing to do is to kill them.

"It's nothing to deal with a junior in the Qi Refining Realm. I will fight you."

Yi Yuanlu rushed into the sky with all his strength, as if he was a divine pillar pounding the sky, and shattered the dead silence of the sword intent sky, revealing a bright light.

Whoosh! His fighting spirit, after being released in one breath, became stronger and stronger, like a ball of golden flame, igniting his heart and lungs, and shining brightly above his exposed eyes.

With one step forward, he had already arrived in front of Yu Yan. He grabbed with both hands, and strands of the Five Elements Qi entangled with each other, as if to turn into a mountain and seal it forever.

Although Yu Yan was shocked, he remained calm and held the sword in his hand. The sword energy was as heavy as splashing water, mixed with momentum. No matter how strong the Five Elements Qi was, it was cut off in one go.

"Who are you?"

After a brief fight, he knew that Yi Yuanlu was not an easy person to deal with. If he had been defeated by the other party, he would have lost the chance of winning in an instant and his life would have been sealed.

"Just an unknown monk in the camp."

There was a hint of joy between Yi Yuanlu's brows. This Five Elements Silk Condensation Body Calming Technique was a second-level technique that he had acquired. However, due to his busy schedule in the early years and his worries about the resources for cultivation, he had never been able to get started.

Later, he received support from the camp and practiced hard, and finally his hard work paid off and he finally achieved success.

"It would be a pity to stay in the camp. If you join my Cangnan Sword Sect, you will be the master of a peak and have great power."

Yu Yan knew the composition of the monks in the camp. Apart from those who grew spiritual herbs, those who went out to fight like this were all recruited independent cultivators.

Such people are profit-driven, so if he extends an olive branch, he will surely be able to win them over and make use of them for the Cangnan Sword Sect.

"Don't say that I am not a villain who covets wealth and fame. Even if I am, the price you Cangnan Sword Sect offers is not enough."

Yi Yuanlu's eyes were full of determination, and when she looked at Yu Yan, she even revealed a hint of sarcasm.

His vision had long been raised by the camp. In the past, he might have thought that the Cangnan Sword Sect was extremely remarkable, but now, standing at the height of the camp, he felt that it was nothing special.

"Oh, how dare you insult my Cangnan Sword Sect."

Yu Yan was enraged and rushed forward with his sword. If Chen Sheng had come in person, he would have nothing to say, as he had the qualifications. But for a casual cultivator with no foundation to dare to despise an immortal's lineage, he was truly arrogant.

Yi Yuanlu also has his own pride. The two of them are incompatible and fight fiercely, becoming an astonishing storm on the battlefield.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, you are really capable."

The leader of the Cangnan Sword Sect, Yu Xiao, looked down at the entire battlefield and couldn't help but admire Chen Sheng in front of him.

In just seven years, he built up a powerful force and won the hearts of the people. Everyone supported him and fought for him with their lives. His methods were absolutely extraordinary.

"Are you envious? Then why don't you lead your people to rebel against the Langya Immortal Sect? Come to my Guangxiu Immortal Sect and I will guarantee you."

Chen Sheng joked that the Cangnan Sword Sect was an immortal sect and a considerable force, and any major force would be willing to accept it.

However, this kind of force is also non-staff personnel and cannot be compared with the direct lineage of the immortal sect.

"No, there's no point in jumping back and forth."

Yu Xiao smiled and shook his head, he was a decisive man, once he joined the Langya Immortal Sect, he had no second thoughts, if he wanted to break through the camp, he would not hope for luck and be able to establish a good relationship with the Guangxiu Immortal Sect.

A person who is indecisive will not survive long on the chessboard of the five major immortal sects.

On the contrary, if you are devoted to killing, you may achieve vigorous development.

"admire."

Mr. Chen praised.

Yu Xiao has the bearing of a clan leader, he is broad-minded, resolute in his determination, and once he has made up his mind, he will not go back on it.

From this perspective, the two of them seem to have some sympathy for each other.

One is the leader of the Taoist school, and the other is an elder of the Immortal Sect. Both are cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage. They can be regarded as powerful figures in the border areas and can be friends with each other on an equal footing.

"boom"

The next moment.

The harmonious mood was torn apart. Yu Xiao acted extremely ruthlessly. His palm was like thunder, hitting Chen Sheng on the top of his head.

This is a battlefield, not a tea party.

He admired Chen Sheng's ability and became more and more wary of him, wanting to beat his opponent so badly that he couldn't get up.

The moment he made a move, he displayed the combat power of the late Foundation Establishment Stage. He did not hide anything at all. He walked on an upright path and was extremely powerful.

Mr. Chen stood there, his body as straight as a pine tree, his face calm, but he was also on guard.

In a life-and-death fight, if you truly believe that your opponent is a sincere gentleman, then the probability of your death is too high.

He moved slightly, and his spine came alive like a dragon. His arms danced like clouds in the sky, without a trace of human breath.

The index finger and middle finger of the right hand are put together like a sword, the magic power in the dantian serves as the sharp edge, and the strength of the body turns into power.

The sword thrust out, as fast as lightning, with a sharp point, like the beak of a roc pecking at a dragon, sharp and fierce.

"bite"

Chen Sheng's sword struck halfway and touched Yu Xiao's palm, intentionally breaking his hand bones and destroying one of his arms, but this man's cultivation and magic power were really strong, his hands were like iron and steel, and only a white dot appeared.

"good!"

Yu Xiao's attack was blocked, and he let out a long exclamation of praise, which echoed throughout the sky and matched his own momentum, giving rise to a sense of grandeur and magnificence.

He also put his fingers together to make a sword, about two inches long, and chopped it down, and there was a feeling that the clouds in the sky were pushed aside, and the vast sword intent fell down.

(End of this chapter)