Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 411 No worries, old friend visits

"Second Brother Cen, there's no need to get angry with a few scoundrels. Go down and take a rest first. We will take care of this."

Lu Jiuzhen spoke to comfort him at the right time, feeling quite surprised and envious in his heart.

The trace of power of rules of heaven and earth that Cen Kan drew upon with his axe just now was too overbearing. It was no longer the power of a sixth-level physical cultivator. He was worried that Cen Lao Er would be teleported out of this world.

With more than a month left, the fights and plots within the secret realm will surely become more frequent and brutal.

He waved his sleeves and rolled up the floating treasures such as the robe, storage ring, beads, bracelets, sword, jade pendant, etc., into the space and put them away. He said, "Junior Brother Yan, you and the four nephews should quickly set up a protective formation. We are not going anywhere else. We will stay in the territory of the Jiao. The land here is open and no other wild beasts dare to come and invade."

"Junior Brother Wu, Junior Brother Yi, you guys should decompose the remains of the dragon and collect materials. The noise of the battle with the dragon just now may have alarmed other cultivators within hundreds of miles. Anyone who dares to covet and rob will be killed without mercy!"

He collected the green mist-shaped magic weapon that was protecting several fifth-floor monks and threw it onto the opposite hilltop. He then threw the huge remains of the dragon into the green mist. He had to deal with it quickly while it was still fresh.

This is a rare resource that three fellow disciples exchanged their lives for. How can they easily give it to outsiders?

The aura that burst out from Cen Kan gradually subsided, and he reminded him, "Big Brother, we can't keep the items from those people from Liuyun Sect. We don't want to be greedy for those little things."

Lu Jiuzhen carefully observed the situation in the forest a hundred miles away and said with a smile, "Don't worry, their things will be thrown into the lair of the dragon and allowed to sink into the depths of the magma and be destroyed. They will not leave us any trouble. I will wipe off the marks on those things and then look for other secret materials."

He sighed again, "What a pity for Junior Brother Guo and the other three."

The secret realm has its own operating rules and is isolated from the outside world. The fighting and struggles inside are impossible for the powerful outside to know.

However, if you dare to take out the related items, it will undoubtedly add many unknown risks to yourself.

The great master of the Eighth Floor of Liuyun Sect said something nice, "You can explore and search for treasures in the secret realm, life and death are at your own risk, and grudges should not be brought to the outside world." If anyone really believes that kind of empty words, it will be impossible for him to cultivate to the Sixth Floor.

Cen Kan's face was solemn. No expedition is without its share of casualties. He suddenly listened attentively and said to Yan Hanlin who was setting up the formation below, "Old Yan, surround the nest of the dragon within the protective formation. I just heard from the fire spirit that there are a lot of shiny and valuable things deposited deep in the nest."

Yan Hanlin laughed and said, "Okay."

A handful of formation flags were thrown out to first enclose the cave that had collapsed to a size of two hundred feet, and then the large formation was slowly set up.

Lu Jiuzhen whispered, "Someone is coming, Cen Lao Er, take it easy."

Cen Kan nodded slightly. He didn't want to kill if he didn't have to.

If the other party had any bad intentions, then it was no wonder that he was ruthless. With his current strength of understanding a little bit of the rules of power, he had no rivals in the secret realm. Coupled with the Yin-Yang Phantom Fire Spirit's natural ability to confuse the invisible, it was no problem for him to take down seven or eight people of the same level.

Four black dots flew in from the horizon and stopped more than ten miles away, gazing at the blood-stained man who stood tall like an iron tower.

They found that they could not see through the man's cultivation level, and they could not help but become alert. They glanced at the shadowy figures in the green mist below and saw several people setting up a protective formation spanning several miles, who completely ignored their arrival.

"Invited by friends."

One of the leading middle-aged Taoist priests, holding a yellowish-brown whisk, saluted and said, "Zhong Shi'an from Chanyuan Temple of Dark Cloud Continent greets you."

Cen Kan returned the greeting with his axe in his arms, saying, "We don't team up with outsiders, please forgive me, Brother Zhong!"

The refusal was very blunt and rude.

When he retracted his right hand, he casually slashed the axe blade diagonally downward.

A cold light flashed, and there was a loud "bang" on the mountaintop several miles away, and half of the rock wall slid down.

The middle-aged Taoist's eyelids twitched wildly, and he stepped back quickly, bowing respectfully and apologetically: "I'm sorry for disturbing your peace, fellow Taoist. I'll take my leave!"

In the blink of an eye, he and his three fellow disciples were far away, and I felt a little scared.

There was actually someone in the secret realm who had comprehended a little bit of the rules of power. It wouldn't take long for that strong man to make a breakthrough as soon as he got out of the secret realm.

Except for being slightly inferior in speed and spirit, physical cultivators already have the strength to surpass those of the same level.

They had been fighting with a tree demon with four thousand years of cultivation hundreds of miles away. They vaguely heard the roar of a dragon. After killing the tree demon, they hurriedly flew over to see if they could take advantage of the situation.

I am also very curious that there are descendants of the dragon bloodline in the secret realm. I wonder what kind of creature they are?
At this moment, I am just thankful that the extremely powerful man is not a bloodthirsty person.

Lu Jiuzhen walked out of the green mist and gave a thumbs up to Cen Laoer who was looking proudly in the air. The best strategy is to defeat the enemy without fighting.

Over the next month, the people of Wuliu Mountain settled down on the bare hilltops.

They guarded the lair of the dragon and took turns exploring and searching deep into the magma every day.

The Yin-Yang Phantom Fire Spirit seemed to have swallowed too much fire energy at once, so it drilled into the ochre bottle provided by its owner. It slept most of the time and rarely went out.

Cen Kan did not need any experience or training. He stayed outside to guard the mountain. Every time a passing monk tried to stop and spy, he would come out and casually demonstrate a trick of using an axe to cut rocks, showing his unfathomable strength, and send the passing monk away obediently.

With a large formation protecting the few remaining fellow disciples, he no longer had any worries.

Even if the person who came was an arrogant cultivator from the Liuyun Sect, he would still bow and say "excuse me". No one was stupid enough to have a conflict with a quasi-seventh-level physical cultivator.

Counting the time, it came to the last day.

The protective formation had been removed, and everyone listened with smiles on their faces as the sect leader reviewed the general gains of this time.

"…Misfortunes can be blessings or disasters. Who could have expected that there was a Fire Element Crystal mine hidden under the lair of the dragon? It produced a seventh-grade Fire Element Mysterious Stone as big as a water tank. The other sixth-grade and fifth-grade Fire Element Crystals can be piled up to a height of a hundred feet. After we get out, Uncle Cao and Uncle Xu will reward everyone according to their merits. Of course, compared to the materials and treasures you have gained, the improvement in your state of mind after going through all the hardships is the real benefit."

Lu Jiuzhen concluded with a smile that as an old cultivator he also benefited from the experience of life and death.

The demon pill, demon soul, brain marrow, etc. of the dragon are the biggest gains in terms of materials. After adding medicinal materials and refining them into pills, they will be able to train a group of sixth-level monks for the sect, or even three or two seventh-level masters.

He discovered more than ten storage treasures of monks from other sects in the storage rings, beads and bracelets left behind by six Liuyun Sect monks. The materials and medicinal herbs inside far exceeded their previous gains. Among them were many rare medicinal herbs that were more than 5,000 years old, tree demon crystal cores, spirit wood materials, etc., which made him very excited.

Those who kill will be killed, and those habitual criminals got away with it without complaining, and all of them got away with it.

He took the trouble to clean all the items twice to make sure that no marks would remain. All the items of the six monks from Liuyun Sect and other monks were sunk deep into the magma and moved to the top of the mountain to completely block and fill up the dragon's nest.

Made watertight.

Everyone was discussing animatedly when they suddenly heard a faint vibration coming from underground.

"coming!"

"All flew into the air."

Cen Kan and Lu Jiuzhen shouted, and everyone flew into the air, only to see the air flow fluctuating below and dust flying.

Everyone felt their body tighten, and the scenery in front of them changed rapidly, from dark to bright suddenly, and everyone was thrown into the sky over the sea, staggering from side to side.

"Haha, it's out. It's the Black Wind Sea."

Yan Hanlin felt the familiar aura of water evil, shook his head and shouted excitedly.

I looked around, unable to tell the direction for a moment.

Lu Jiuzhen took out a disc-shaped treasure and fiddled with it for a few times. He had many different kinds of magic weapons on him. He pointed to the left and said, "Let's go. The island is eight hundred miles away. I marked it in advance."

When everyone arrived at the sky above Black Reef Island, which expanded to seven or eight miles in size, it was bustling with people everywhere.

Cao Wanxin and Xu Yuanchang, who arrived a few days earlier, flew over to greet them. They were filled with sighs and consolations when they met. There were sixteen people when they left, but nearly half of them were killed when they returned, leaving only nine people. This shows how tragic and cruel it was to explore and train in the secret realm of Yunyin.

The situations of other sects are similar, but their losses vary.

What's more, all the monks sent out by seven or eight sects were killed, none of them returned, and nothing was gained. Those monks from the seventh floor who sent out messages but did not receive any replies had faces as black as the bottom of a pot and walked away with their sleeves swung.

Even if you want to deduce who the murderer is, you have to go back to the sect and do it secretly.

The Liuyun Sect also lost more than thirty people.

Some are happy and some are sad.

Cao Wanxin and Xu Yuanchang led everyone and flew to the outside of the stone fortress in the middle of the island. After paying their respects, they said goodbye and left.

After flying for hundreds of miles, the group talked about happy topics to pass the time on the journey.

There are some very heavy and secretive topics, let’s talk about them after we return to the sect and close the door.

Cen Kan handed the bottle containing the Yin-Yang Magic Fire Essence back to Uncle Xu and bowed without saying a word of thanks. He kept all the gratitude in his heart.

Cao Wanxin and Xu Yuanchang could naturally see the changes in Cen Kan, and they were secretly happy. It wouldn't be long before Wuliu Mountain would have one more seventh-level physical cultivator, and the overall strength would be greatly increased, and their position in the Qiaojiao Mountain area would become increasingly rock-solid.

"We need to shift resources towards the fifth-floor disciples and train more sect elders."

"Yes, the number of seven-story and six-story buildings in the sect is about to be equal, and may even be reversed. I see that the aura of Old Goose and the sect master seems to have broken through the bottleneck that has been stuck for a long time."

Xu Yuanchang sent a message to echo his senior brother's sigh of satisfaction.

The sect is the root of the cultivators, and he naturally hopes that Wuliu Mountain can rise strongly.

Cao Wanxin transmitted his voice: "The four disciples who returned from the secret realm will be trained with emphasis. I will go to Wuji Temple later and ask Master Wan to help refine a furnace of 'Five Elements Spirit Enhancement Pills'. If we are lucky, we may be able to produce one or two top-grade pills."

Only when the sect's financial resources are greatly increased can it take out abundant materials to spend on middle-level disciples.

The two of them discussed for a long time via telepathic communication, and Cao Wanxin also asked about the progress of his junior brother's new successor's training.

He was very happy that his junior brother was able to leave a direct disciple in the sect, because even if his junior brother returned to Fangcun Mountain in the future, the relationship would not be severed. He was very optimistic about his junior brother's future, and perhaps he would be able to climb to the eighth level.

Wuliu Mountain has existed for more than three thousand years and lacks the support of the Eight-Story Tower.

When everyone returned to the sect, it was already late at night.

Acting Sect Leader You Yanping received the message in advance and, following the instructions of his master Lu Jiuzhen, kept all the ceremonies simple and went to the outside of the mountain gate to welcome them with only a group of monks from the fifth-floor building.

The sect has lost seven monks, including an elder, so it is not appropriate to be too festive or noisy.

Cen Kan did not follow them to the main peak of Wuliu Mountain. He bowed and said goodbye halfway. He could not wait to return to his residence on the mountain to meditate.

In Wuliu Palace, Lu Jiuzhen and Yan Hanlin reported their various life and death experiences during the trip to Yunyin Secret Realm, while the others went back to rest first.

Xu Yuanchang learned that the Fire Spirit had helped everyone escape danger several times, especially in the last battle, when the Fire Spirit cooperated with Cen Kan to kill six monks from the Liuyun Sect and made great contributions. He deliberately asked, "What is the name of the monk who led that team?"

"I've seen the ID card. The leader is called Fang Jiyuan."

Lu Jiuzhen replied.

Xu Yuanchang secretly thought what a coincidence. When he was training in the Dark Burning Ravine area of ​​the Forgotten Forest, he was besieged by three fifth-level physical cultivators. One of them was Fu Biren, a subordinate of Fang Jiyuan, who was later killed by him.

It is true that the upper beam is crooked and the lower beams are crooked. They are birds of a feather and have a tradition of bullying the weak and robbing.

Cao Wanxin pondered and said, "The Fang family of Liuyun Sect... It doesn't matter. The Fang family has already declined. Since the ancestor of the Eighth Floor of the Fang family died in the Sinking and Floating Domain sixty years ago, there are only two Seventh Floor cultivators left to support the family. The power is no longer as great as before."

A super sect like Liuyun Sect has many factions within it and is affiliated with many second-rate sects.

If the people who were killed were the direct descendants of the other great families of Liuyun Sect, he would be nervous for a while, fearing that the powerful people of Bazhonglou would ask the master of sorcery to deduce clues and thus target him. However, there was nothing to worry about for the Fang family that had lost its power.

A broken drum is beaten by everyone. The Fang family no longer has the arrogance it had sixty years ago and has learned to keep a low profile.

When Xu Yuanchang left Wuliu Palace, there was another millstone-sized seventh-grade Fire Element Mysterious Stone in the space, as well as some five thousand year old medicinal herbs, tree demon crystal cores, spiritual wood materials, etc., plus a batch of seventh-grade materials he got from selling Yunyin Secret Realm before, he had already become wealthy.

Senior Brother Cao told him that if he needed any seventh-level materials in the future, he could just go to the warehouse and take them. If he didn't have enough, the sect could go outside to exchange them.

Although it was just a polite remark, it warmed my heart.

As time goes by, the red leaves on Qinglin Mountain fall five times and sprout five times.

The little girl who was brought to the mountain at that time has grown into a beautiful and graceful young lady, and her cultivation has rapidly improved to the level of a first-stage illusion apprentice.

Nie Xiaomeng prefers to be active rather than quiet. She often goes around the mountains and fields with Pang Ya and a few other girls riding flying magic tools made from paper cranes.

She had formally become his disciple three years ago, but her master seldom restrained her nature and only occasionally asked about her studies and practice. He was not like the teacher at Zhuimingshan who was terribly strict and would often punish her with corporal punishment such as starving her, spanking her hands, and locking her in a dark room.

Her cultivation speed can only be described as following the crowd, and is comparable to most of the apprentices of the same period in Zhuimingshan.

The top group of geniuses have already advanced to the second level and have widened the gap.

"Xiao Meng, don't run too far. My mom said there are a lot of bad guys out there. Be careful not to get caught by the bad guys."

Fatty rode a lifelike white crane and chased after them, calling for them to stop.

"I know. I'll just hang out outside the mountain gate. I won't run too far."

Nie Xiaomeng rushed out of the mountain gate and circled around the stone platform on a fake crane. Right under the noses of the monks guarding the mountain gate, how could there be so many bad guys?

However, the next moment, she almost bumped into a handsome young man, who looked three or four years older than her. He was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, with several long and short exquisite jade pendants and gems tied around his waist, and a palm-wide sword on his back, looking very imposing.

"Little girl, what's your name? Your master's level of teaching illusion is too poor. It's simply a waste of a good seedling. How about you become my disciple? In three months at most, I guarantee that you can be promoted to a second-level illusionist."

The young man looked at Nie Xiaomeng, who was full of rural air, and said in an adult manner.

Fatty had already rushed over, blocking the two of them, and shouted, "Xiao Meng, don't talk to strangers. My mother said there are a lot of scammers out there."

Nie Xiaomeng caught a glimpse of several monks on duty flying out of the mountain gate. She was not panicked at all. She rolled her eyes and asked from behind Fatty, "Do you recognize my master?"

Pang Ya became anxious, so she pulled Xiao Meng and protected her as she walked towards the mountain gate.

"What a clever little girl! Of course I recognize your master Xu Yuanchang. Lead the way and say that an old friend is visiting."

The young man laughed and the more he looked at the little girl, the more he liked her.

Xu kid is lucky wherever he goes. He actually found a good seedling with "mental disorder". How come he has never met even one in all these years in Dongyou Domain?

The four monks on duty looked up and down at the arrogant young man, and were quite frightened. Two of them escorted Nie Xiaomeng and Fatty to the mountain gate. The leader bowed and asked, "Excuse me, senior, what is your name? I will inform you so that we can report it."

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(End of this chapter)