Money in the heavens

"Who are you?"

Ye Fan, who was meditating, opened his eyes and looked into the courtyard. He saw a man sneaking around from the courtyard next to him with strange steps.

"Shh, keep your voice down, brother, I'm here to sell secret books." A thin and dry middle-aged monk said.

"I don't need it." Ye Fan said, and Longma also looked unfriendly.

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"Misunderstood, this is not a scripture in the ordinary sense, but a secret book to save life, introducing some matters of the trial field." This is an aboriginal, with a strong cultivation base, who actually started such a business.

"This kind of thing may have violated the city regulations long ago. I think the guide will not sit idly by and watch injustice happen." Ye Fan said.

The man laughed dryly, and was straightforward, and directly put away the secret book in his hand.

However, he did not retreat immediately. He took out a secret book from his arms and said:

"Brother Dao, don't you want the secret book? Don't you want to know the reason for the blood thunder today?"

Ye Fan's eyes flashed, and he immediately became interested. He looked at the middle-aged monk and said:

"Oh? I really want to know this!"

Then, Ye Fan reached a deal with the middle-aged monk and exchanged the secret from him.

After the middle-aged monk left, Ye Fan and others looked at the secret book in their hands.

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A few years ago, a figure from Beidou slowly walked into the first level of the human race. The tense atmosphere filled the entire first level. In the hunting war that was about to begin, people already had the suffocating feeling of a storm coming.

On the second day, a piece of news shocked the whole city. A seed-level strongman fell and died in his residence. He was ruthlessly killed.

"What happened? Who killed him?"

The soldiers surrounded the place, but they failed to arrest the murderer immediately, which caused some controversy.

"You just don't know. There have always been unsolved cases. If they can't be found, they will be left unsolved in the end." The natives said.

"How could this happen? Even the guide can't find the murderer?" Zhu Xiong was dissatisfied.

"Many powerful people come from the boundless universe and the vast star field. Many of them are inherited from ancient secret places. Some strange taboo secrets are difficult to find clues even for a powerful guide like you."

As a result, the monks in the city became more cautious, guarding against each other and no longer trusting anyone.

Because, it is said that he was a saint who practiced Taoism for more than 200 years and had a profound Taoism. He was a front-line figure among those who entered the pass, but he died in an unclear way.

An undercurrent was surging, and murderous intentions were everywhere. People realized that something similar might happen again.

"The murderer has been caught and pulled out by the soldiers. Now the truth will be revealed." A day later, there was a commotion in the first city of the human race.

Many people flew to the central square, where a dishevelled man appeared and was thrown to the ground. He was covered in blood and missed when he assassinated a monk. He was captured by several soldiers and tied up here for public trial.

However, people were disappointed. This was a half-saint. How could he kill a true saint with profound Taoism? Looking at his sea of ​​consciousness, it was found that he was not the murderer who killed the saint.

This incident made people more worried. Everyone was in danger and guarded against each other. If all the heroes imitated the assassination, there would be a big mess!

The city was huge and magnificent, with clusters of buildings on both sides of the street. The heroes lived scattered, distrusted each other, and dared not get too close.

The starlight fell, like thin smoke. In the dead of night, a scream sounded, which was so abrupt and creepy.

A team of soldiers rushed over like a torrent, but unfortunately they still got nothing. They only saw a corpse gushing with blood.

There was a great chaos in the city. Many people looked at that place indifferently, and some people rushed over and rushed to the scene.

"What a pity. He has been in the Dao for many years at the age of only 30 and has reached the semi-saint realm. His cultivation speed is comparable to mine. He is really a genius of his generation, but he was strangled just like that."

The man from Beidou sighed. He was Wang Teng, who had walked on the ancient road of the starry sky early. He was also Shang Yi's clone and had the memory of the original work. He didn't expect that he would encounter something similar to Ye Fan after reaching the first level.

"This is definitely a great man of his generation. If he doesn't die, even if he can't step out of the emperor's road, he can become the king among the saints."

The semi-saint in his thirties is indeed shocking, which makes some saints sigh. Such a strong momentum has rarely been seen in ancient times and is really an anomaly.

People realized that the assassin was unfathomable, and the targets they chose were obvious. They were all people who might make a difference on the future emperor's road.

The first person is a powerful saint, the second person is a rising star with boundless potential, who will be the third person? Everyone thinks that he will not stop.

"What is this? Hiding your head and showing your tail, is he worthy of taking the strongest trial road? He dares not fight in the open, but only kills in secret. He is dirty by nature, but a rat!" Someone was indignant.

"Maybe this person is a killer, and he needs to prove his way with this kind of blood killing." Another person suspected.

The guide ordered the whole city to hunt down the murderer, and the murderer must be captured and killed. The two people who died were both seed-level strongmen.

The stars fell, the ancient city was hazy, peaceful and quiet, and there was no murderous aura.

In the second half of the night, Wang Teng suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden light of the martial arts eye pierced through the void, and then turned into a golden lightning that broke the window and rushed to a void in the yard.

He shattered the vacuum with one punch, and golden lightning intertwined. He was like an ancient beast out of the gate, and like a resurrected god of war.

Whoosh!

A vague black shadow was knocked back by the shock, and blood was spilled, and then the figure quickly merged into the void of heaven and earth.

Wang Teng snorted coldly, and the Chaos Heaven Secret Art was running to the limit, merging into the void and tracking.

He knew that this was a saint, whether it was the assassin who stirred up the wind and cloud in the past two days, but since he was found on his head, he could not let it go easily.

A wisp of holy power permeated, and it was obvious that Wang Teng had already proved to be a saint before entering the first level.

Chi!

Wang Teng Tiandi Sword came out, and the powerful sword intent enveloped the black shadow. The man shed a piece of blood and retreated, like a ghost, very fast, faster than lightning.

But he was still caught up by Wang Teng. Not to mention Shang Yi's own infinite magical power, just talking about the secrets in the Luan Gu Emperor Scripture, Wang Teng's speed is no less than the Xingzi Secret.

You should know that the Luan Gu Emperor was defeated in every battle. If he didn't have extreme speed and recovery methods, he would have died in the hands of the enemy long ago.

Coincidentally, the Luan Gu Emperor was constantly hunted down since the first level of the human race, and they often outnumbered the minority, making it difficult for the Luan Gu Emperor to resist, such as the seven heroes of Luan Tian.

If there were only one or two, the Luan Gu Emperor would not be afraid at all, but they were seven people who attacked and formed a formation, causing the Luan Gu Emperor to be defeated miserably.

Although Wang Teng inherited the Luan Gu Emperor's inheritance, he didn't want his experience to be as passive as the Luan Gu Emperor. With his background and cultivation, it was the right way to push forward all the way.

The battle between Wang Teng and the black shadow naturally alarmed the heroes in the city. The nearby gates showed cold eyes and looked over here. Some people also rushed to help.

"Kill!"

The uniform shouts of killing were like a galaxy falling on the ground, causing endless waves and deafening.

The soldiers guarding the giant city arrived. There were more than 20 of them. They surrounded this place, flattened the buildings, and broke in.

Under the cold moonlight, Wang Teng stood alone, holding a human skin in his hand, looking at it carefully.

Just when he was about to succeed, the soldiers rushed in, disrupting the formation here, allowing the black shadow to escape, leaving only a human skin.

Wang Teng immediately understood that the person who took action was probably not a genius who went to the trial land, but most likely a soldier or a native in the first level.

In the original work, some strong men who went to the rear deliberately left their followers in the ancient road checkpoints to clear the threat of latecomers on the ancient road, or to pass on messages or harm latecomers with lower realms.

"What happened?" a soldier asked in a deep voice.

Under the starry sky, shadows were dim, and a large number of strong men arrived, most of whom were those who took the strongest trial ancient road and surrounded this place.

"Someone tried to assassinate me, but failed." Wang Teng replied.

There was a dead silence at the scene, which was like a layer of haze floating in the city, making people feel depressed, but Wang Teng was fine and repelled the assassin.

Many people showed strange colors. He was regarded as a target, which definitely proved his value and was considered a threat by the assassin.

Seeing that Wang Teng had a relatively intact human skin in his hand, like a snake's skin, it seemed to be shed by someone. Except for the face, everything else was intact.

"Is this the murderer's skin?" People showed strange colors.

"Did you kill him?"

When dawn came, this incident caused a big wave. Many soldiers recreated the battle scene here, but they did not gain much.

In the next two days, there was no assassination in the city, and it was quiet. Some people speculated that the murderer was killed by Ye Fan, and some people shook their heads.

The soldiers took the human skin away and sent it to the residence of the guide, and there was no structure.

Wang Teng looked at this familiar plot, how could he not understand that this was not a pure assassination, but to highlight himself and make everyone feel that he was a threat.

In this way, the first level of trialists, natives, soldiers and others might tacitly unite to exclude or even plot against him.

Perhaps, like Ye Fan in the original work, he would directly slander himself as an assassin...

Wang Teng had a sneer on his lips. With his strength, he was not afraid of any calculations at all. Instead, the filth and dirt on the ancient road of the human trial made him think of cleaning the ancient road.

However, he shook his head slightly, and did not summon the Ancient Axe to kill people on the ancient road. Instead, he prepared to use another method to make the rules of the ancient road truly become the heavenly rules that cultivators cannot violate.

The next few days were very peaceful, and no bloodshed occurred. People have been waiting for the trial field to open, but the guide has never expressed anything.

Wang Teng knew that someone was deliberately delaying the guide's actions. Some of the natives in the first level had already entered in advance to obtain resources with the help of the rules of the ancient road, and when they entered, they were just picking up the leftovers left by others.

At the same time, this can also make the conflicts between the trialists in the first level more intense, and reduce the possibility of noticing the natives stealing the resources of the ancient road.

Sure enough, after recuperating for many days, many people stopped retreating and went to the streets, entered teahouses, restaurants, etc., waiting for the opportunity.

Wang Teng went to the restaurant to find out some news.

As soon as he entered the huge palace floating in the sky, he heard a piece of news that everyone would enter the trial field tomorrow, which was definitely a big deal.

Wang Teng also understood that he might not be able to delay any longer, otherwise the guide would have a hard time explaining himself.

In the huge palace, a young man in brocade clothes sat alone at a table, gently shaking his folding fan. No one dared to approach him. It was said that he came from a very powerful ancient star field, was a genius, and had already become a saint.

On the other side, a monk wore a golden hoop, tied up his messy hair, and had a birthmark on his face like a scar. Although he was a disciple of Buddhism, he did not look very kind.

Wang Teng was thoughtful. In addition to the Western Desert of Beidou, there were also powerful Buddhist sects in other star fields. And this monk came from an ancient star field called Amitabha. He understood that it might be the mother star of Amitabha Buddha.

There were eight or nine tables in this palace that were very special. Others dared not approach them. They were the most powerful people among the trialists!

In addition to them, there were naturally many people who formed factions and alliances, and like-minded people came together.

"Who is the assassin? I think many people should have realized it. Isn't it the man named Wang Teng? He said that he repelled the assassin. It was clearly a show. It was him!" Someone said sharply.

Wang Teng looked over there. In addition to seeing the person who spoke, he also saw some monks who had released malice to him.

"Tomorrow he will enter the trial field. He will have a hard time. Humph..." Those people were all not kind.

The restaurant was suspended in the air, swallowing clouds and mist, and even more starlight was falling, like a towering sky towering in the universe.

Wang Teng found a seat and ignored those remarks.

Many people noticed them, and all kinds of eyes swept over them intentionally or unintentionally. He was a strong figure at the forefront of the wind, leaving a deep impression on many people.

"You can know a person's face but not his heart. Some people are really crazy. They pretend to kill the saint and kill their opponents. They are despicable and inhumane. What they do is outrageous."

There was a young man at that table shaking the wine glass in his hand. His words were gentle. Although his voice was not loud, it was clearly audible.

He was wearing a sky-blue robe, looking very young, with fair skin, especially his fingers, which were crystal clear, and set off the jade cup, making him look elegant and refined.

"He is indeed a scum. If you have the strength to fight for supremacy in the imperial road, you should fight. What is the ability of plotting against competitors with such shameless means?"

Another woman said, with a beautiful face and sharp words. She was dressed in a red dress like fire, which should be charming and enchanting, but at this time she had a murderous aura and was full of coldness.

Wang Teng was too lazy to pay attention to these jumping clowns, and was thinking about how to formulate a suitable rule for the ancient road.

His spiritual realm was extremely high, and another Longqing clone had already reached the third heaven quasi-emperor, and with the resources of the business building and the market, he didn't care much about the opportunities in the ancient road.

Come to this ancient road, in fact, to sweep everything and put some pressure on other geniuses.

After all, the title of Northern Emperor Wang Teng has been called out. If he can't amaze an era, wouldn't it be shameful after it spreads.

Realizing that Wang Teng treated them as nothing, this area in Tianque suddenly became quiet. Many people paid attention, and the seven or eight people at the table all looked stern.

"You've done it, but you still don't dare to admit it. How dare you be so arrogant here!"

The red-clothed woman twisted her eyebrows into two swords, and stood up, her eyes shining coldly.

"Hongmei, don't ruin your mood for a person who can't stand the light. The mountain master is coming, and we don't want to talk about a shameless person."

The blue-clothed man said calmly, still not hurried or slow, with a calm tone, but very targeted.

The red-clothed woman smiled and said, "Brother Lan is right, we should go to meet the mountain master."

There were cultivators in the restaurant who changed color. These people were too much. They sang the same tune and criticized Wang Teng. They were really harboring evil intentions and their hearts were worthy of death.

Once Wang Teng got angry, he didn't care and started a massacre here. That would be bad and there would be a disaster.

Some people gloated over the misfortune, and looked at the table with a bit of fear. These people were really insidious, and they should not have too much contact with them, otherwise they would be sold out at any time.

Not long after, the mountain master they were talking about appeared in the palace.

Five people stepped in, and the man in the middle walked like a dragon and a tiger, wearing a purple gold crown and a unicorn armor. He was extraordinary and brought a sense of pressure, like a god coming to the world, like a god king descending to the world.

"The Junwei Mountain Master is famous in the ancient starry sky road. He broke through ninety-nine heavenly gates alone. He walked one of the most difficult trial roads. He is really a natural talent!"

Hongliu and others also smiled and came forward. They treated this person seriously and did not dare to be disrespectful. They led him to the table like a group of stars holding the moon.

In the palace, everyone else was surprised. Many people had heard of this Junwei Mountain Master. It was said that he came from an ancient star field. People kept visiting him in the past few days. He was like a prince among the trialists.