Lingxiao Immortal Clan.

Chapter 503: Sudden Cutoff (3000 words, please subscribe)
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On the bustling main avenue of Lingxiaofang City, there were nine mid- to late-stage qi-training monks wearing Lingxiao Ling's Taoist robes and murderous auras. They lined up in a long queue, scanning the surroundings and walking slowly.

The Qi-training monks around the avenue showed a hint of fear when they saw these Ling's monks. They did not dare to approach and stayed away to avoid touching the bad luck of the Ling's team patrolling the city.

Although the Ling cultivators in these patrol teams are not high in cultivation, they each possess several first-level high-grade magic weapons, and they also have many spiritual talismans in their hands and are extremely powerful.

Some time ago, the monks in the Qi training stage who caused trouble in Fangshi were easily killed by these patrols.

The Ling family's patrol also gained great prestige in Lingxiaofang City through killings.

At this moment, outside Fangshi, a loud sound filled with fear suddenly came.

"Fellow Taoist of the Ling family, there was a buyer who bought the spiritual items from my stall. After I left the market, he followed me and killed me. Please save me."

Hearing this, "Ling Pengcheng", the leader of the Ling's patrol team, immediately used the Zhanqi Technique and looked towards the place where the sound came from outside Fangshi.

Immediately, he saw on the ground a few miles away from Fangshi, a young monk with an ordinary appearance, exuding the aura of the late stage of Qi training, with a breeze surging around his body, but with fairly regular facial features, and a panic look on his face. Fleeing towards the city.

About half a mile behind him, on the ground, there was a monk whose face was covered during the day and wrapped in a black robe. His body shape could not distinguish between male and female, but he exuded the coercion of the early stage of foundation building.

After the young monk who escaped shouted for help, attracting many monks in Lingxiaofang City, the cold face of the black-clothed early-stage foundation-building monk immediately darkened under his veil.

"damn it."

He knew that there was a monk of the Ling family who was a late-stage foundation-building monk stationed in Lingxiaofang City.

But now he is not far from Fangshi, only a few miles away. If he is targeted by the Ling family's late-stage foundation-building monk in Fangshi, he will be in trouble.

Thinking of this, he immediately interrupted his escape, but before leaving, he did not intend to make it easy for the young "fat sheep".

He pinched his hands and used the second-level fire dragon technique, condensing a four-foot-long fire dragon and blasting it at the young monk who was fleeing to Fangshi.

When the young monk who was running away saw this, in order to save his life, he endured the physical pain and took out a second-order water cloud cover spiritual talisman from his storage bag and put it on himself, transforming into a thick aqua-blue light curtain, which barely blocked the fire dragon. Down.

The water-blue light curtain was also injured by the fire dragon and was full of cracks.

The early-stage foundation-building monk who was chasing him, wearing a black gauze and a cold expression, was shocked when he saw this.

"Second-grade low-grade water cloud cover talisman!"

"This man is really fat, he is really a big fat sheep. Unfortunately, he has attracted the monks in Lingxiaofang City. It is difficult to pursue and kill this man and seize his spiritual objects."

Immediately, the cold, early-stage foundation-building monk with a black veil on his face fled in the opposite direction of Fangshi.

Ling Pengcheng, who was on the Fangshi Avenue, fixed his eyes on the layer of breeze that pushed the young monk who successfully escaped, and the light curtain formed by the water cloud cover spiritual talisman. His eyes were focused, and he was secretly amazed. .

"The aura of this breeze is so strong, I'm afraid it's not the ordinary second-order low-grade wind-controlling talisman... Could it be the second-order middle-grade wind-controlling talisman?"

"The defensive light curtain formed by the second-level low-grade water cloud cover spiritual talisman!"

"I didn't expect that a monk in the late stage of Qi training could actually produce two spiritual talismans of this level in a row. No wonder he was able to escape from the hands of the black-clad monk in the early stage of foundation building."

"I'm afraid this person's origin is extraordinary."

The second-level talisman corresponds to the realm of foundation building, and its price on the market is extremely high.

A second-level low-grade spiritual talisman requires at least 200 spiritual stones. The price of defensive talismans such as the water cloud cover spiritual talisman is basically about 250% more. The market price is generally [-] spiritual stones.

That second-level middle-grade wind-controlling talisman is worth at least 400 yuan of spiritual stones.

As a result, the young monk who was only in the late stage of Qi training spent a total of 650 spiritual stones to escape.

650 spirit stones is a huge amount of money for a monk in the Qi training stage. Even an ordinary monk in the early stage of foundation building may not be able to come up with this amount of spirit stones.

As for Ling Pengcheng's identity, it is not simple. He belongs to the Pengzi generation of the Ling family and ranks ninth among the Pengzi generation. He is a three-spirited monk. He is now over 70 years old and has reached the state of perfect Qi training.

Based on his qualifications and his family's training, he would have the opportunity to achieve perfection in Qi training before the age of 60.

However, he was injured when he was young, and it took him several years to recover. It was not until he was 62 years old that he improved his cultivation to a state of perfect Qi training, and he missed the opportunity to build a foundation.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that Ling Pengcheng is the grandson of Ling Rufan, the descendant of the Ling family who has passed away long ago.

When Ling Rufan was old, he worked in the family to provide salaries to the clan members who were stationed in various places.

In the early years, when Ling Pengyun was still stationed at Qingshi Mountain during his Qi refining period, he had given Ling Pengyun several salaries.

After his thoughts returned, Ling Pengcheng looked into the distance. The black-clad early-stage foundation-building monk who ran away when the young monk said the word "Jie Xiu" had a sneer on his face.

"If this person had a legitimate reason to chase down the late-stage Qi-cultivating monk, he would not run away. With his ordinary behavior, and the fact that he was dressed strangely, wearing a black robe in broad daylight, the black-clothed monk in the early-stage foundation-building stage might have been able to seize the opportunity. identity of."

"If you dare to violate the rules set by me, the Ling Family, that no killing or interception will occur in the boundaries of Lingxiao Ridge around Lingxiaofang City, you are really seeking death."

With a gentle wave of his hand, he crushed the token hanging at his waist that symbolized the Ling family.

In less than ten breaths, a fiery red aura rushed to Ling Pengcheng from the top of Yunxiao Peak where Fangshi was located.And the fiery red spiritual light also appeared.

The person who came was none other than Ling Pengqiu, the eighth-level peak powerhouse of the Ling family who was stationed in Lingxiaofang City.

"Brother Pengcheng, who is this blind monk who dares to cause trouble in Fangshi?"

Ling Pengqiu, who was interrupted from practicing, had a sullen face and asked Ling Pengcheng, a perfect Qi practitioner who was leading the patrol.

"That man intercepted and killed him in front of all the monks in the city!"

Ling Pengcheng saw Ling Pengqiu's expression, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and pointed at the black-clothed monk in the early stage of foundation building who had broken the Ling family's rules and fled ten miles away from Fang City.

Ling Pengqiu followed what Ling Pengcheng pointed and looked at the black-clad monk who had fled far away but could still see the early-stage foundation-building monk.

At this moment, he heard some very small mutterings coming from the surroundings. When he turned around, he saw that many monks on the main avenue of the city were looking at him.

And those mutterings were caused by the monks present discussing in low voices whether he, the "master" of Lingxiaofang City, would hunt down and kill the black-clad early-stage foundation-building monk who acted as a interceptor in public.

"This is troublesome. The interception cultivator in the early stage of foundation building was also so bold that he even dared to intercept and kill him when he was close to the city."

Ling Pengqiu suddenly felt annoyed and sighed secretly.

If this matter is not handled properly, the reputation of Fangshi will be affected.

Ling Pengqiu waved his hand and patted the storage bag on his waist, summoning a second-order high-grade crimson flying boat from it, stepped forward, turned into a red aura, and immediately chased after it.

This second-order high-grade flying boat was refined by the veteran second-order high-grade weapon refiner Ling Pengyun. Its quality is superior among the second-order high-grade crafts. Its speed is 12% faster than the same-order flying boat, which is enough to reach a flying speed of about [-] miles per day.

On the other hand, the monk who was escaping from the early stage of foundation building in black didn't even have a flying boat. He only relied on the second-level wind control technique to travel. At most, he could only travel about [-] to [-] miles a day. His speed was extremely slow compared with Ling Pengqiu's flying boat.

In just a hundred breaths, Ling Pengqiu caught up.

Then, he directly summoned the second-level high-grade natal magic weapon "Red Sun Fiery Fan" that had been sacrificed and refined for decades.

He raised his hand and hit the magic fan with a gentle wave. The magic fan suddenly burst into flames, and countless fires gush out from it and quickly condensed into a "fire" that was twenty feet long, with clear scales on its body, a ferocious face, and a small protrusion on its head. Jiao".

As soon as the fire dragon came out of the outside world, it opened its teeth and claws and directly attacked the black-clothed monk in the early stage of foundation building who relied on wind control to escape on the ground below.

This fire dragon is so powerful that it can compete with even a monk who has completed the Foundation Establishment. Even if the black-clothed monk in the early stage of Foundation Establishment uses his strongest second-level low-grade flying sword, he can hardly hurt the fire dragon. , but was directly smelted into molten iron by the fire dragon.

The fire dragon also spit out a mouthful of red flames, directly burning the black-clothed foundation-building monk to ashes.

Ling Pengqiu, who was riding on the second-order high-grade flying boat, looked at the ashes on the ground and cursed secretly.

"It's really unfortunate."

"Think about this interception and killing incident. Since the establishment of Lingxiaofang City, my Ling family has known about it. There have been at least more than ten incidents of interception and killing of visitors to our city at the boundary of Lingxiaofang City. I, Ling, have not been aware of it. I'm afraid I know more."

"If this continues, the family's accumulated passenger flow to the market will probably not come to Lingxiao City anymore because of this, and they will instead go to other markets in other areas."

"I, the Ling family, have agreed that they will manage the thousands of Qi-training casual cultivators in the Lingxiao Ridge. I don't know what they do for the more than 20 foundation-building casual cultivators."

"You should be damned if you take a large amount of spiritual stone dividends from the city built by my Ling family in vain and do nothing. If they are not in important positions and are of use to the family, they should all be killed."

Before the market was established, Ling Pengyun of the Ling family sought out the few foundation-building cultivators among the more than [-] spiritual veins in the Lingxiaoling area where the market was located.

An agreement was made with the more than twenty foundation-building casual cultivators.

In the future, three-thirds of the dividends from Lingxiaofang City will belong to the more than [-] foundation-building casual cultivators.

What the twenty-odd foundation-building casual cultivators need to do is to pacify the thousands of casual cultivators located on the more than 500 spiritual veins in the Lingxiao Ridge realm, and manage the safety of this realm.

If there is a situation where monks are fighting each other, they need to step in to stop it.

The boundary of Lingxiao Ridge is only about [-] miles across, and the spiritual veins hired by the more than twenty foundation-building monks are distributed throughout the boundary of Lingxiao Ridge.

They all have many subordinates who are in the Qi training stage.

Ling Pengqiu didn't believe it. The people who were chased by the interception cultivators all fled to the vicinity of Lingxiaofang City. The more than [-] foundation-building cultivators didn't know about it yet.

Those cultivators who intercepted and killed were not fools. They would not intercept and kill the monks near Fangshi. They would definitely do it in a remote place far away from Fangshi.

Under such circumstances, the more than twenty foundation-building casual cultivators employed by the Ling family have not taken action. The only possibility is that they do not want to take care of it.

Thinking of this, Ling Pengqiu's face suddenly became filled with endless anger.

He immediately stepped on the second-level high-grade flying boat under him and returned to Lingxiaofang City. He loudly announced in the city that Jie Xiu was dead. If Jie Xiu appeared in the future, he would definitely destroy it. Wait for words to establish Ling's prestige.

Afterwards, he went to find Ling Pengcheng, the leader of the patrol on Fangshi Avenue, and asked him to send people to summon the more than [-] foundation-building casual cultivators who had promised the family to manage the safety of the Lingxiaoling territory to come to Fangshi.

(End of this chapter)