A Mortal Cultivating Immortality, Kill My Senior Brother At The Beginning

After leaving Fangshi, Zhou Yan headed northeast. That was Yangquan County, which was the territory of the Qingmu Sect and was also a small sect.

It is said that there is a supreme elder in the early Gold Core sect, and this sect is good for Independent Cultivators, so many Independent Cultivators will go here.

He also mentioned it to his master once.

The reason why Zhou Yan decided to look for the sect instead of the Immortal Cultivation Family is that the Immortal Cultivation Family is all based on blood.

Although they also recruit some Independent Cultivators, they will not treat you as one of their own, so the prospects can be seen at a glance.

In this regard, the sect will be much better. Although the recruitment of disciples is stricter, they will only rely on their strength regardless of their origin.

This is what Zhou Yan likes more. As the saying goes, it is better to take the straight path rather than seek from the twists and turns.

After walking along the mountain forest for only half a day, the sky gradually darkened. Zhou Yan found a place not far from the water source and prepared to rest for the night.

After lighting a fire, Zhou Yan took out a dead rabbit from the storage bag and placed it on the fire to prepare it for dinner.

Monks in the Qi Refining Stage are not yet able to practice fasting, so they still need to eat every day.

Zhou Yan sat cross-legged on the ground and began to activate the Origin Returning Technique. The thin spiritual energy in the air began to slowly gather towards him.

Although the Origin Returning skill is not practiced quickly, if you gather it a little bit every day, it will always lead to quantitative changes.

Zhou Yan is twenty-one years old this year. He was accepted as a disciple by his master at the age of seventeen and has been practicing for about four years now.

Basically, one level of cultivation is gained every year. After reaching the fourth level of Qi Refining at this age, all I can say is, poor!

However, this is also related to his lack of training resources. His master is an Independent Cultivator, and he can only earn so many spiritual stones in a year. Plus he has two apprentices. What resources does Zhou Yan have?

A bottle of Qi Gathering Pill costs more than ten spirit stones. How could he afford it? He had never taken Qi Gathering Pill in the past few years and could only rely on Kung Fu to practice.

"call out!"

A sound broke through the air suddenly. Zhou Yan's eyes suddenly opened and his body rolled to the side.

I saw a small fiery red sword stuck in the place where he was sitting cross-legged just now. If I hadn't reacted so quickly just now, I would have been heartbroken by now.

Zhou Yan broke out in a cold sweat, knowing that the person coming was probably higher than himself, but after all, he didn't notice it. However, as soon as this person attacked, his position was revealed.

"Who is it? Get out!"

Zhou Yan shouted violently, a light flashed in his hand, and a magic sword appeared in his hand, staring behind a tree.

"Ahem, cough, what a good boy. His cultivation level is not high, but his reaction is quite fast."

In the darkness, a cyan figure came out. He was probably in his late thirties and had a thin figure. Judging from the fluctuations in his cultivation level, he should be around the sixth level of Qi Refining.

However, his face was pale, without much blood, and his clothes were often torn, as if he had been seriously injured.

This man stared at Ye Yang with cold eyes, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. Apparently he didn't expect that he could avoid his sneak attack.

"Who are you? Why did you sneak attack on me?"

Zhou Yan was not in a hurry to attack. He was in the process of calming down the spiritual power in his body. He was attacked by a sneak attack just now while practicing. He finished his work in a hurry, and the spiritual power in his body was still a little turbulent.

"Haha, don't be nervous, I just want to ask my little brother to borrow some healing elixirs."

Zhou Yan cursed in his heart, is this borrowing? This is obviously an attempt to develop his side business, which is also known as killing people and seizing treasures.

When his master was still alive, he encountered such people who did not practice well and specialized in killing people and seizing treasures. His master reprimanded him as not doing his job properly.

Since then, Zhou Yan has called this behavior a side job.

"Your Excellency, this is not a loan, but I won't argue with you. I can give you some healing pills, but please leave here quickly."

"This is natural! I was just asking for some healing elixirs."

Zhou Yan snorted coldly, and a storage bag appeared in his hand. He turned around and threw it at the figure in green, saying, "Take it and leave quickly!"

The figure in green clothes was obviously stunned. He didn't expect Zhou Yan to actually give it to him. A look of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he sucked the storage bag over with his palm.

Just as his consciousness was about to sweep over, a ray of green light suddenly swept out from the storage bag and pierced the person's head.

"How brave! How dare you trick me!"

The monk in green's expression changed, and his head quickly tilted to the side. Although he escaped the blow, a wound was made on his face by the sword energy.

Zhou Yan secretly thought that it was a pity that the magic sword was still his own magic sword, and this one in his hand was the one to kill the Immortal Queen Zhang Wen.

However, the movements of his feet did not stop. As soon as the ground hit the ground, his body was ejected like a cannonball. While the man was not on a stable footing, he slashed his waist and abdomen with a sword.

This person was obviously someone who had experienced battles for a long time. A burst of spiritual power hit the ground, and his body quickly moved back with the force of the shock.

Zhou Yan also changed the seals on his hands, and suddenly a wooden thorn technique appeared and flew away.

The man only had time to gather his spiritual energy on his chest before the Wood Thorn Technique hit it.

Although it was not pierced, the strong force shook it back a few steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and its face became even paler.

"You little bastard, I'm going to kill you and reduce you to ashes!"

The series of attacks clearly angered this man, and the anger in his eyes almost solidified.

Zhou Yanzhi sneered, holding a spiritual stone in his left hand to quickly replenish the spiritual power in his body. At the same time, with a thought, the magic sword flew towards the man in Tsing Yi again.

This time, he was on guard. The man in green pointed his finger, and the small fiery red sword from before rushed forward. At the same time, he moved his steps and rushed towards Zhou Yan.

A series of magic spells were cast from his hands. Although the casting speed was not fast, the power was not small.

Even the same fireball technique was larger than Zhou Yan's. He could only use the trees in the woods to dodge.

The small cyan sword and the small fiery red sword over there kept colliding in the woods, unable to leave at all.

"Boy, aren't you crazy? If you continue to attack another person, let me see!"

"How come this has turned into a turtle?"

"..."

Zhou Yan looked calm and ignored the man's aggressive words. He glanced around, waiting for an opportunity.

"Bang!"

Another explosion sounded, and Zhou Yan was hit by an earth bomb explosion behind him, and his body was immediately thrown away.

The man in green smiled, moved his steps, and instantly arrived in front of Zhou Yan. With a flash of spiritual power in his hand, he was about to take a picture of Zhou Yan's head.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"What?"

The man in Tsing Yi was shocked when he saw the smile on the corner of Zhou Yan's mouth. The next moment, a talisman covered with silver tadpole-like rune patterns was arranged on his body by Zhou Yan, and a look of horror appeared on the face of the man in Tsing Yi.

"burst!"

As soon as the words came out, all the spiritual energy in Zhou Yan's body was gathered in his chest, protecting him firmly.

"Bang!"

There was a huge sound, accompanied by waves of fire, and the surrounding leaves instantly became dry, without a trace of green.