Longevity, starting from raising chickens

"True warrior...True warrior!"

"In just over ten years, they have forced us into this state... These mortals all deserve to die!"

Banqiao City is a small city far away from the capital of the Sui Dynasty.

Above the city.

The disheveled and dishevelled monks stood at the gap in the parapet, looking at the densely packed crowd approaching in the distance and the Dragon Pool in the sky.

There was despair and anger in his eyes.

The despair was because there were so many of these true warriors who had grown up quickly from mortals that their numbers were so great that it made their scalps tingle, and they even found it difficult to muster the emotion of fighting back or resisting.

The reason for his anger was that as a cultivator, he was chased and beaten by mortals who had no spiritual roots and no knowledge of Taoism, and was forced to flee into this city to defend it. This kind of humiliation was something that no cultivator could accept.

"They just took advantage of the fact that we were focusing all our efforts on the battle against the Ten Thousand Gods and neglected our rear, so they were able to sneak in. They are not that powerful!"

A monk whispered unwillingly.

But words like this are ultimately just words of comfort to deceive yourself.

The monks on the city wall had witnessed the ferocity and astonishing number of these True Warriors. Some of them had even personally experienced the feeling of powerlessness after being surrounded by True Warriors. So they could only shake their heads helplessly when they heard this:
"These True Warriors are no match for us in a one-on-one fight. Even one of us can defeat several of them, but their numbers are dozens or even hundreds of times ours! And they are still increasing..."

"All mortals without spiritual roots and resources are potential members of their group. Not to mention that the Ten Thousand Gods Kingdom has restrained us, even if there was no Ten Thousand Gods Kingdom and no rebellion by the Dragon Transformation Pool, we would definitely not be the opponents of these True Warriors... Alas, it's a pity that Emperor Sui died suddenly in a foreign land. Otherwise, as the only Divine Transformation cultivator in the world and the master of the Dragon Transformation Pool, with our assistance, how could these True Warriors be our opponents?"

This person's words immediately attracted the deep approval of many people.

They all sighed:
"If the Sui Emperor had not gone to the west to conquer Fenglinzhou and taken away a group of our Great Sui's most elite monks, we wouldn't have been in this situation... Who would have thought that so many people would be gone in an instant."

"It is said that there are still many small countries in Fenglinzhou that are fighting against each other. I never thought it would be such a dangerous place... It is a pity that the great Sui Emperor, a hero, also failed here."

The monks sighed with nostalgia, as if they were missing the glory days when Emperor Yang Que of the Sui Dynasty was still alive.

However, there were some people in the crowd who saw things more clearly. A young man in blue sneered:

"You have been kneeling for so long that you can't even stand up straight! The Sui traitor treats you like dogs, and you still remember his kindness and say that he is a great hero. This is really ridiculous!"

"If Sui Ni is really a hero, he shouldn't have started a war rashly. He didn't even wipe out the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Gods, but he rushed to Fenglinzhou. He was just being ambitious and ignorant of fate. It would have been fine if he died in a foreign land, but he also implicated our fellows in Huangjizhou, making us attacked from all sides... I also heard that Sui Ni died at the hands of Wu Zu, and it was he who attracted the True Warriors to come, so don't brag about the stupid things like Sui Ni is still here, so the True Warriors should retreat!"

"you!"

Several monks who had just flattered the Sui Emperor Yang Que suddenly felt embarrassed.

But it was difficult to defend themselves, so they could only say:
"Why do you slander the Sui Emperor so much? Even though he has a thousand faults, he finally unified the Huangji Continent and ordered Hualongchi to distribute many skills, creating a new era of cultivation. He has made great contributions to the Huangji Continent. His merits can offset his faults. Why not call him a great hero?"

These words immediately attracted others to agree with them:
"That's right. Besides, the fact that the Ten Thousand Gods fled overseas was also the work of the Sui Emperor. Even though we failed to completely eradicate them, it was not the Sui Emperor's fault. The Xiaocang Realm is so large. If they were determined to escape, how could we completely eradicate them? After all, the Sui Emperor is a human, not a god."

The young man in blue sneered again:

"Haha, you are praising the Sui Emperor so much, but have you forgotten that the one who saved you was the Eighth Prince of the previous dynasty who was usurped by the Sui Emperor? Not only did you not hide the fact, but you also praised the Sui rebels who imprisoned the Eighth Prince. It can be seen that you are nothing but ungrateful people."

"You! Madman! How dare you talk nonsense!"

"We all remember the Eighth Prince's kindness!"

"I'll take you down right now!"

The monks' faces turned red and they were almost about to fight.

Between the noise.

An extremely sharp voice suddenly sounded from outside the city, instantly waking up the monks on the top of the city from their quarrel!
They looked in the direction of the sound in panic.

However, he saw a short-haired, tattooed man who was nine feet tall, with strong muscles and armor made of blood and energy on his body among the army of True Warriors far away outside the city. At this moment, he stood out among the True Warriors like a crane among chickens, and was making a throwing gesture.

And in the air, a javelin made of mixed iron was thrown towards the direction of the city!
The sharp whistling sound was caused by the javelin breaking through the air.

Clearly there wasn't any magical power contained in it, but the void where the javelin passed through was slightly distorted.

The monks on the top of the city all looked terrified:
"Oh no! It's actually the Martial Saint!"

"Is it him?! He is a fifth-level true warrior who is comparable to a Divine Transformation cultivator... Why is he here?!"

Seeing this nine-foot tall man with short hair and tattoos, everyone was shocked at first, and then couldn't help but show horror and despair in their eyes.

The Martial Saint is a true warrior whose strength is second only to the Martial Ancestor.

It is said that he was once a fugitive from a small country, but was rescued by Wu Zu and taught martial arts.

Because of his extraordinary skills and terrifying talent, now at only 110 years old, he has become the only fifth-level True Warrior besides the Martial Ancestor, so he is respected as the "Martial Saint" by the True Warriors.

Just considering the age at which he achieved the fifth level, he was even more amazing than the Martial Ancestor.

Later, this honorable title was also known by the cultivators of Huangji Continent. As this man led the True Warriors to attack cities and conquer territories everywhere and conquer the cultivators in various cities, he became famous, and thus this honorable title spread.

However, the monks in Banqiao City never expected that such a small city would attract the intervention of the Martial Saint himself.

"Heaven and earth are unfair! Why can they allow a fifth-level true warrior to take action, but not allow the existence of a spirit transformation among us cultivators?"

"If all the former gods of our Huangji Continent were still here, how could we be restrained like this!"

Some people lamented.

But more monks were in a panic, but also had a trace of confusion:
"Why did the Martial Saint personally come to attack Banqiao City?"

Almost in an instant, some monks with extremely quick reactions immediately realized why a small Banqiao City would attract the Martial Saint to take action personally.

"It's the Eighth Prince!"

"It's the Eighth Prince. The Martial Saint must be here to see him!"

This is also the only possibility. After all, the Martial Saint has a highly respected status among the True Warriors. In the past, a small city like Banqiao City could only attract a few fourth-level True Warriors, who would be besieged by a group of second- and third-level True Warriors.

It is absolutely impossible to attract a being like the Martial Saint.

The only one who had the qualification was the Eighth Prince of Daqian, who had escaped in the chaos when the True Warriors captured the imperial capital not long ago, and who had killed more than twenty fourth-rank True Warriors in a row, shocking the world, and who had also kidnapped a large number of cultivators.

Thinking of this, some monks who wanted to escape couldn't help but look at each other.

Normally, with the Martial Saint here, it would be almost impossible for all the cultivators in Banqiao City to escape. However, if someone stood in front...

But there was no time to think too much at this time. All the monks activated their magical weapons, talismans and other defensive means and quickly retreated.

boom!
The mixed iron javelin slowly penetrated the void and shot directly towards Banqiao City.

The city defense formation in Banqiao City was activated instantly, but after a slight delay, it shattered with a loud bang!
"So fast!"

The monks on the city wall who had not yet evacuated shouted in horror, and then their faces suddenly changed and their eyes were filled with fear!
But the mixed iron javelin pierced through the city defense formation of Banqiao City with one strike, and its sharpness was not weakened much. The remaining force did not stop, and it actually whizzed straight towards the monks on the top of the city!

Before it reached him, the part of the forged city wall closer to the javelin quickly dissipated like dust!
Some monks who were standing on the top of the city wall, very close to it, couldn't even resist at this moment. They were simply affected by the air waves generated by the javelin passing through the void, and were instantly squeezed into blood balls, which exploded with a loud bang!

Among them, there are even some Jindan cultivators!

Such a horrifying scene instantly made the surrounding monks turn pale!
And right now.

A continuously flowing eight-colored sword light silently slashed out from Banqiao City!
He was the first to arrive after being struck later, and struck the middle of the javelin with incredible precision.

Buzz——

An unbearable buzzing sound was heard along with the collision of swords and javelins. The rapid vibration almost pierced the monks' eardrums.

The eight-colored sword light was both clumsy and clever. It quickly separated and like a thread, skillfully removing the force from the spear shaft. The javelin was affected and flew out at an angle, piercing through a Nascent Soul cultivator who had just shown a look of relief without any hindrance, and then stuck diagonally into the ground.

Blood rain is falling!
The entire Banqiao city was almost dead silent.

The power of a fifth-level true warrior is as great as this!
Swish.

A sloppy figure flew out from the city at a high speed like a sword light, and suddenly stood in front of Banqiao City. With a solemn expression, he looked at the densely packed true warriors striding towards him at the horizon in front of him!

"It's the Eighth Prince!"

"The Eighth Prince is here!"

When the monks who had just been praising the Sui Emperor Yang Que saw this sloppy figure, they suddenly woke up from their dreams and could not help shouting loudly, as if they wanted to let all the True Warriors on the opposite side know the identity of this sloppy monk.

The sloppy monk was none other than Chi Jian.

Although he was standing in front at the moment, his sword heart was clear, like a mirror reflecting people, and he could see the thoughts of these monks clearly.

He couldn't help but snort coldly.

On the top of the city wall, this cold snort fell into the ears of those monks who were hiding their thoughts. It was like a thunderclap. They were all horrified and dared not say anything more.

But now is not the time to be concerned. Facing the real warriors with a huge army approaching, even Chi Jian, who is not afraid of life or death, and even less afraid of the so-called Martial Saint, can hardly hide the heaviness in his heart at this moment.

“It would be fine if I died, but the inheritance of my sword art… and the remaining descendants of the Ye family. Although the ancestor deserved to die, they are innocent…”

A rare feeling of sadness arose in Chi Jian's heart.

He started learning sword at a young age. After he achieved some success, he couldn't stand the ugly faces of his own people who ruled Huangji Continent and felt disgusted. So he simply traveled around the world under the pretext of testing swords and almost cut off his contact with the Ye family.

He always thought that he had severed the ties with his family. However, it was not until the eve of the celestial event more than a hundred years ago that he learned from his nephew that the elders of the Ye family who had achieved divine transformation had disappeared overnight and the Ye family was in imminent danger. He finally realized that no matter how much he hated his origins, he could not completely ignore it.

The ancestor who followed closely behind him passed the tribulation and broke through the Xiaocang Realm, triggering the catastrophe of the heavenly change. Afterwards, Yang Que, the guard of the imperial capital, took advantage of the chaos to activate the formation and trapped me who was not prepared...

During the more than one hundred years he sat in the imperial capital, in addition to trying his best to integrate the five elements, ice, wind, thunder and other ways with the sword, he almost always questioned his heart, understood his true thoughts, faced them, and then accepted them.

At this moment, he was not only thinking about himself, but also about the remaining members of the Ye clan.

"But when will the support from Wanxiang Sect arrive?"

Chi Jian glanced around the sky, but did not see any signs of support coming.

He couldn't help but frown. But at this moment, a subtle voice came into his ears:

"Senior Chi Jian, a great man from our sect has already rushed here. Please hold on for a while."

"Big man?"

"Who will it be?"

Chi Jian was thinking in his mind, while his spiritual sense quickly scanned the surroundings.

Sure enough, in the crowd, he saw a young man in blue looking at him expressionlessly.

He could sense the familiar aura of swordsmanship from the other party.

His heart moved slightly, and he quickly transmitted his voice:

"What's your name? Who are you?"

"My name is Lu Yu, the successor of Heart Sword Peak. Elder Xumi is my uncle."

The handsome young man in blue did not hide anything.

Chi Jian suddenly realized something.

But his attention was immediately attracted by the movement outside the city.

However, I saw that these True Warriors had already formed a formation. Although there were an astonishing number of second- and third-level True Warriors who could not fly yet, with their powerful blood and flesh, a short jump could also pose a threat to many middle and low-level cultivators.

Especially after they captured some cities, they also gained a lot of God-Destroying Crossbows.

With these god-destroying crossbows, low- and middle-level cultivators would be shot down as soon as they took off, and would not be able to take advantage of their ability to fly at all.

What is more troublesome are those fourth-level true warriors.

Compared with cultivators of the same level, apart from the fact that their aura is extremely concealed, they are far inferior in all aspects, whether in terms of power or the sophistication of their methods.

But this is a one-on-one situation.

At present, there are more than thirty fourth-level true warriors standing in the air around Banqiao City. They are very close to each other. At the slightest movement, they can rush to each other's aid, forming a situation of many to one.

However, there are only seven or eight Nascent Soul cultivators in Banqiao City.

This also includes Chi Jian.

However, he could not attack at will, because the nine-foot-tall, short-haired, tattooed man opposite him had already stepped into the air, with a look like that of a ferocious beast, full of ferocity and savagery.

Standing opposite to Chi Jian, staring at each other.

"Are you the Eighth Prince?"

This nine-foot-tall man with short hair and tattooed face has slightly gray hair. Perhaps it is a gift from nature. Compared with other fourth-level true warriors, although he is over a hundred years old, he does not look old. Instead, his face and muscles are full.

He tilted his head slightly to look at Chi Jian, then suddenly asked.

Facing the renowned Martial Saint, Chi Jian did not dare to underestimate him. He quickly suppressed his wandering thoughts and responded wholeheartedly.

But there was no fear on his face, instead his eyes were full of eagerness to try:

"Daqian has been gone for over a hundred years, and there is no Eighth Prince now. There is only 'Crazy Sword' here. Since you came for me, I also want to see what kind of person you are as a fifth-level true warrior!"

The nine-foot-tattooed man narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of mockery on his lips:
"Just because you took that shot from me, you think you're something special?"

He sneered, and the blood in his body suddenly exploded, making a crisp sound like the collision of gold and jade!

In an instant, a terrifying blood energy directly wrapped around his palm, and then a large spear quickly condensed in his palm. He held it in both hands, created a blood-red spear flower in the air, and then stood up and moved forward quickly, whistling and smashing it towards Chi Jian.

Chi Jian's expression was slightly solemn.

"Close?"

Although it was only their first confrontation, he could already see that the fighting style of this Martial Saint was different from the way he fought with the monks.

However, sword cultivators can attack both close and long distances, so he did not lose his composure. He used his fingers as swords, and an eight-colored sword light flew out with great spirituality, heading towards the blood-red spear in the hands of the Martial Saint.

Although he lost his freedom after sitting in meditation for more than a hundred years, his swordsmanship benefited a lot from his previous exchanges with Wang Ba. In recent years, he has successfully integrated the eight essences of the five elements, ice, wind, and thunder, and formed his own style.

It's called 'Eight Phase Sword'.

One sword comes out, eight follows!

Its power is more than double that of the past in the North Sea!
He was already at the top of the Nascent Soul stage, and now he had mastered the Eight Phase Sword. Even if he faced an ordinary Divine Transformation cultivator, he was confident that he could escape unscathed.

This is also the reason why he dares to fight against the Martial Saint here!
The Eight-phase Sword and the Blood-colored Spear finally collided!
The sword rang and the gun shook, magic power and blood flew together, the sword light and the gun light were the same color.

It turned out to be a close fight!
"Ok?"

The nine-foot-tattooed man couldn't help but frown slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

However, Chi Jian was not surprised when he saw the scene.

Although the Martial Saint was a fifth-rank true warrior, his use of strength and control of his blood were unimaginably crude, and in his eyes they were all full of flaws.

You can only use half of your full strength at most.

The Martial Saint could only rely on his brute force to defeat his opponent's skill, which made up for the difference in skills between the two.

However, the tattooed man suddenly revealed a sinister smile at this moment!
Chi Jian's heart trembled, but he didn't know what went wrong.

However, he then saw two streams of light suddenly shooting down from the huge Dragon Pond in the distant sky.

One fell directly on him, and in an instant, Chi Jian felt that both his magic power and his soul were suddenly strongly suppressed!

The speed at which mana circulates plummeted by 30%!

However, another streak of light fell on the tattooed man, and then the blood-red spear suddenly glowed with blood, and the power contained in the spear also suddenly increased.

This drop and increase instantly broke the original stalemate.

The spear easily pressed down the Eight Phase Sword!
"Dragon Pool!!"

Chi Jian was furious.

It was clearly a trial treasure within the Ye family, but it turned out to be a means to deal with the Ye family. How could he not be angry!
But there was no time to get angry. Since the blood-red spear had the upper hand, it was quickly pressing down like a snowball.

Even if he wanted to withdraw, the Eight Phase Sword with eight colors flowing in it could not be withdrawn in time and was directly destroyed by the blood-red spear!
Chi Jian, whose mind and spirit were in harmony, suddenly trembled all over and his face turned pale.

However, the Martial Saint took advantage of the situation and showed no mercy. He put away his gun again and then stabbed forward!

The blood energy at the gun head transformed into a tiger, covering all of Chi Jian's sight like an overwhelming force.

"Death!"

The Martial Saint uttered a voice that was not very authentic in the Huangji Continental language!

The spear thrust forward towards the crazy sword at an astonishing speed faster than lightning!

At such an extremely dangerous moment, Chi Jian only had time to mobilize all his magic power to block the enemy in front of him, but almost at the same time, a terrifying force came heavily and hit Chi Jian directly!

Bang!
The dragon head token on Chi Jian's waist was shattered in an instant!
The whole person flew backwards and was quickly caught by a young man in blue who rushed out.

"Huh? Not dead?"

The tattooed man frowned slightly, his eyes swept across the shattered dragon head token, with a hint of impatience and murderous intent in his eyes:

"These monks have many different methods... But it doesn't matter, it's just another kill!"

After saying that, he stepped on the air, paused heavily, grasped the blood-red spear, and stepped forward again.

The Chijian that was caught by the blue-clothed youth looked at the Dragon Pool in the sky with great reluctance, and his reluctance was mixed with a hint of anger and endless hatred:
"Ye Cangsheng, you really deserve to die!"

Feeling the Martial Saint's attack again, he put his fingers together to transform into a sword, barely restraining the opponent, and suddenly grabbed the blue-clothed young man's arm, gritting his teeth and quickly said:

"How long will it take for your Wanxiang Sect's people to arrive? With the suppression of the Hualong Pool, can he defeat this Martial Saint?"

The young man in blue was also anxious.

The sect was too far away from here, and it would take time for the message to be delivered. He only knew that an important person from the sect was coming at a high speed, but he didn't know who the person was, let alone how long it would take for him to arrive. Hearing this, he could only helplessly say:

"Senior, please hold on a little longer..."

Chi Jian had already seen through the insincerity of the young man in blue, and he immediately became furious:
"Persistence, you motherfucker! Will your Wanxiang Sect ever succeed? Is Xumi just here to eat and do nothing?"

The young man in blue couldn't help but frown: "Senior, Elder Xumi..."

As he was speaking, he suddenly felt a shock in his heart, and he quickly opened his palms, and a spiritual stone flew out. The blue-clothed young man's ears moved slightly, and he immediately showed surprise on his face:
"The sect's people have arrived!"

Chi Jian used his remaining magic power to lead the young man in blue to avoid the blood-red spear of the Martial Saint. After hearing what the young man in blue said, he hurriedly asked:

"where?"

"exist……"

The young man in blue was about to speak, but the next moment, he couldn't help but look up into the distance.

The body then froze.

Chi Jian raised his head a step earlier, and then an incredible look appeared in his eyes.

The end of the horizon.

A chaotic and heavy blade light was slashing towards Banqiao City, falling from the sky... (End of this chapter)