Immortality, Starting from the Side Sect

Alas, I don’t know if there are any allusions similar to Tian Ji’s horse racing in this world.

Chen Ci sighed slightly and suppressed the ups and downs in his heart. The inferior horse was actually himself. How could he reason with this?

The bad news is that he doesn't know what kind of horse the other side will send. If a high-level monk comes directly, he will probably be in trouble.

The good news is that at least we won't be attacked, but we are outnumbered and it's hard to predict what will happen next.

"I really hurt your Grandpa Chen."

Chen Ci secretly cried out in pain. Although his face was still calm, any cultivator had clear ears and clear eyes and a quick mind. The Heshan monks opposite him were a little reluctant when they saw him coming out of the battle. Their cultivation level was not very high, so naturally they could It can be seen that Chen Ci's expression is not as calm as on the surface, and everyone is eager to try. It is obvious that they are determined to fight this battle and pinch the soft persimmon.

Some even sneered, showing disdain.

Yao Daosheng only glanced at Chen Ci and didn't take it to heart. With such a level of zhenqi cultivation, it was almost useless to be around him. A mere ant could be easily dismissed by anyone. He immediately waved his hand: "Fan Junior brother, go ahead."

"yes!"

This person is called Fan Xian. His Qi cultivation level is around fifty orifices. He is not outstanding in Yao Daosheng's team. In the past, he had no chance to get ahead. Today, he was selected to lead the team. He was overjoyed and thought about doing it. If you are more beautiful, you can make progress under Senior Brother Yao in the future.

Chen Ci also took the time to glance at his golden finger panel and test his method.

Five-yin evil spirit bag: eleven levels of restrictions/1/100 (five-yin black evil and six paths, five-yin and golden evil five paths)

Bone Lock Heart Hammer: Quadruple Restriction/3/100

Bone Yin Fire Technique: Small Success/2/100

There are also ten groups of poisonous phosphorus and yin fire that have slightly improved quality, and he has secretly sealed them in the hammer head of the core lock hammer with his own technique. However, the specific effect needs to be tested in actual combat to be clear.

The five ghosts' method of damaging the body, well, cross this one out, it's of no use.

Five ghost transportation method: Dacheng/2/100

Alas, it's a trivial trick, but if you can master the magic of possessing five ghosts, you must have a bright future, provided that you can be good today.

A very thick stack of fine soul-fixing talismans.

It's a bit difficult. He practiced hard every day and lived frugally. His family was still so thin and he had so few means. Chen Ci felt a little embarrassed for no reason. When would a low-level monk like him, who had nothing but his looks, be the best? Early days?

"Junior brother, why do you need to act like a little girl?"

When they got closer, the monk surnamed Fan breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and said softly: "Life and death are instantaneous, the fight is very fast, it won't hurt."

Although it is difficult to judge a monk's lifespan by his appearance, the general situation can still be seen through some characteristics. The age of the man named Chen is not very high at a glance, which also means that the level of his sacrificial magic weapon is not very high. The threat level is greatly reduced.

There is no such thing as "boxing is afraid of the young" in fighting. The older the monk, the more vicious his vision, and the more powerful the magical weapon. On the contrary, the young monk does not have much accumulation and is not worth a cent.

"Why bother a low-grade horse?"

Chen Ci turned off the golden finger panel, and after seeing the person clearly, he relaxed slightly and responded calmly: "You haven't died before, how do you know it won't hurt."

"Hey, because no one who hits my sword has ever cried out about pain."

Fan Xian was greeting Chen Ci one second, but he had already taken action the next: "Since it's a fight to the death, I won't let my junior brother be fooled. Let's watch the sword!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, he suddenly attacked. A white bone magic sword flew out from his waist and stabbed towards Chen Ci. Its speed was like an arrow shot from a strong bow. It was extremely fast, and it spanned half the field in one breath. , heading straight towards Chen Ci.

Fan Xian wanted to advance in front of Yao Daosheng, so he had to win beautifully, so he naturally wanted to kill the enemy with one move. Even if his cultivation level was a little higher than Chen Ci, he would still disturb his mind with his words, and then he would be the first to use his Five Poison White Bone Sword. , not giving the slightest chance.

"Flying sword?"

Chen Ci was also frightened. His sword flew when he took action. Is this a low-class horse? !

Immediately, he took action with all his strength, and three Five-Yin Black Demons flew out of the Five-Yin Demonic Qi bag on Chen Ci's waist and rolled towards the White Bone Magic Sword. On the other side, two Five-Yin Golden Demons followed the other two Black Demons and headed towards Fan. to kill.

The monk surnamed Fan laughed when he saw Chen Ci's method. Although this five-yin evil spirit bag ranked high in the Heshan Sect, it was not too powerful because of the many changes.

Although this little outsider surnamed Chen has mastered the method of cultivating magical weapons, he has not even mastered the most basic secrets. It seems that he has no teacher to guide him. What is the use of practicing evil spirits that are yin and not dirty?

Just like the Five Yin Black Evils, although they are trained by the flesh and blood of living beings, each peak and channel also has its own secret secrets. The simplest one is to use various means to torture the living beings, so that their resentment will rise to the sky, and then they will be infected by the Five Yin Evil Spirits. In addition to the effect of strangulation and capture, the five-yin black evil spirit trained by swallowing the bag can also contaminate the infuriating energy and magic weapons of ordinary monks. This is considered to be somewhat powerful, not to mention the poisonous sand and poisonous smoke that are incorporated into it. There are secret teachings, each with its own mystery.

This is "fake transmission of thousands of books, true transmission of one page". Without a teacher to say a few words, I simply think that refining the flesh and blood of living beings can achieve success. I am afraid that the five-yin evil spirit bag that I have obtained cannot be defeated by some casual practitioners. .

This kind of five-yin black evil that has no change can't even penetrate his body-protecting energy. Fan Xian doesn't bother to avoid it. He holds the magic formula and controls his five-poison white bone sword. This poisonous magic sword rubs against his skin. Death means death after just two sniffs. Anyone surnamed Chen who comes close will definitely die.

"Come die!"

Seeing that the Five Poison White Bone Sword had escaped the interception of the Five Yin Black Demons, Fan Xian couldn't help but shout loudly. He was thinking about how to ask for credit later when he suddenly felt a chill on his neck and felt his eyes flying high into the darkness.

Chen Ci blinked and said nothing. He was a man.

Why is this flying sword so weak? There is no trace of "Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles" style.

Chen Ci pointed his finger to withdraw the evil spirit, and at the same time took a picture of the white bone magic sword. Not to mention, although it is both made of bone, this bone sword is far inferior to his own white bone lock core sword. The black smoke and poisonous mist are far inferior to the golden and jade bone color of the White Bone Heart-locking Sword.

"This is not a flying sword. I'm afraid that guy used the object control spell to operate the magic sword and used it as a flying sword. No wonder neither the speed nor the strength are very good."

Chen Ci threw the white bone magic sword aside with some pity. It was not a flying sword, so he didn't like it.

But when he looked at the situation on the field, Chen Ci felt a thump in his heart, feeling that something was wrong.

"Oh no, it's a little faster to win. Why don't you upgrade from a low-class horse to a middle-class horse?"

It's also because that guy was so good at throwing some fake flying sword and bluffing Chen Ci. He really didn't let go at all. After all, Chen Ci was also a side sect monk who had been practicing for two and a half years, so he had some strength.

In an instant, Chen Ci had several thoughts running through his mind. He wanted to retreat, but decisively put an end to his thoughts.

If he retreats at this time, it doesn't matter whether the two sides win or lose, but he, Chen, is about to escape death!

Today, there are a total of sixteen Heshan Cult monks on both sides, and only one side is destined to die. There is no other way. Even if they retreat now, they will still attack later. The danger will be several times greater.

You must know that the person with the lowest cultivation level is the most likely to become gray. He was pushed by someone just now and took the lead. Although the five people in his family are like grasshoppers on the same rope, they are by no means loved by brothers. In the atmosphere of the same sect, everyone has their own Xiao Jiujiu to fight, but Chen Ci is the most passive one. He may be protected by someone later, and there is no way out.

There were nine Qi refining monks on the other side. Chen Ci vaguely felt that three of them had Qi cultivation levels close to the Hundred Apertures, and the remaining six were all higher than him, but not too much higher, only one or twenty Apertures. look.

Whether it's a round fight or a melee, if the opponent is one of those six people, he is still somewhat sure of escaping unharmed. But once he collides with the three Baiqiao monks, he is afraid that the only result will be death. Now that I am fighting on my own, I still have some opportunities to control the situation a little bit.

Rather than resigning yourself to fate, it is better to take the initiative and give it a try to fight for that glimmer of hope.

Chen Ci put aside his thoughts, supported the slightly crooked Five Yin Evil Qi bag, gave a slight salute to the opposite side, and said loudly: "I like to tell the truth, Senior Brother Yao, I am the youngest and most cultivated person under Senior Brother Lin. The lowest, with the least ability and the least usefulness. Although the sword of Senior Brother Fan just now is sharp, his method is a little less interesting, haha."

After a pause, Chen Ci smiled and lowered his eyes slightly: "So, Chen Ci, let me ask you for advice!"

For a moment, the place was silent.

"Okay, okay!"

Yao Daosheng's face suddenly became uncertain, and there was murderous intent in his eyes. It didn't matter if the good-for-nothing named Fan died, but his face had already been lost. If he won, he would win, but this ant still wanted to emphasize that he was the tiger in the forest. What's the most useless thing to do? Do you want to put pressure on yourself for that guy?

Yao Daosheng narrowed his eyes, revealing only a small gap, and scanned around. Finally, his eyes fell on the gray-clothed monk at the end on the left, but he was the one with the lowest cultivation level in his family. He said in a deep voice: "Go, kill him." Kill him!"

There have been a lot of things in the past two days, and this plot is a bit difficult to write. I wrote 6,000 last night and it felt a bit wrong. I deleted 4,000 and rewrote it. I hope readers can forgive me~

(I actually have an outline, but it just doesn’t taste good when I write it down.)

To make a brief summary of January, I updated 105,000 words, which is a bit overwhelming. I cannot thank you all for your support. I will try my best in February and update more than January. That’s it.