The Strongest Qi Refiner

Zhongzhou, outside the old Jade City.

In the depths of a primitive mountain forest, Lin Batian found a thatched cottage.

This is really a very original building.

Rarely seen in places like the Wilderness.

There are no magic formations inside or outside the thatched cottage, and you can't even feel the presence of the aura of cultivation, just like the small thatched cottages where the worldly mortals live.

Lin Batian and Bai Mei came to the door of the thatched cottage.

The door is not closed, and there is not much space inside.

From Lin Batian's point of view, he could see a rickety monk sitting in front of a desk with his back to him, as if he was writing something.

Judging from his stature, this cultivator was the cultivator captured by the Dark Binding Spirit who went to worship Qingtian Zun four days ago.

When approaching from the door, Lin Batian did not deliberately hide his footsteps.

Therefore, he thought that the other party must have known his arrival.

"excuse me."

Lin Batian said directly.

But his voice actually shocked the old cultivator sitting in the thatched hut.

The pen that the old monk was holding also fell to the ground.

He turned around and looked at Lin Batian, there was endless fear on his wrinkled face.

He opened his eyes wide, looked at Lin Batian and Bai Mei, and knelt directly on the ground with a 'poof'.

"Bang! Bang! Bang... Da Zun, don't kill me, don't kill me..."

His body trembled, and his head kept hitting the ground, making a muffled sound.

Such a subconsciously low stance, and the terrified expression just now... all revealed that this old cultivator must have had a very painful experience.

Seeing this scene, Lin Batian's eyes moved slightly, and he immediately reacted. He immediately raised his hand, released a little magic energy, and helped the old cultivator up.

"You don't have to be too nervous." Lin Batian said to the old cultivator, "I didn't come to kill you, I just wanted to ask you some questions."

Hearing this sentence, the old cultivator looked at Lin Batian and Baimei again.

His body was still shaking, but the fear was less than before.

"You, you are..." the old monk asked in a trembling voice.

"My name is Lin Batian, this is my entourage." Lin Batian replied, "I came to you because I accidentally discovered that you had been in the old Jade City a few days ago and worshipped the tombstone of Qingtian Zun... …”

"That, that's not me! That's not me! I haven't worshiped Qingtianzun, and I don't know who Qingtianzun is!"

The old cultivator's reaction was fierce, denying it again and again.

But in fact, his subconscious reaction revealed the fact that he knew about Qingtianzun and went to worship.

"You really don't have to be so nervous, we're not here to hold you accountable, we just want to ask you something." Lin Batian smiled, "If you can answer my questions, I can guarantee...you won't do it again in the future. any persecution."

The old cultivator looked at Lin Batian, his eyes were flickering, and there was obviously hesitation and hesitation on his face.

"Well, I guess you should be a human cultivator." Lin Batian said, "I tell you, I also came from a human race, just like you."

When he heard the first half of the sentence, the old cultivator's knees softened and he almost knelt down again.

But when he heard the second half of the sentence, his face was different from before, and his eyes were full of shock when he looked at Lin Batian.

Human race!

Over the years, the human monks in the wild world have been cleaned up again and again!

So much so that there are no traces of human races in many places.

There will be no monks who claim to be from a human race! Because doing so is tantamount to courting death!

Furthermore, if Lin Batian really wanted to kill him, it would be too easy, there was no need to say so many other things.

At this point, the old cultivator finally had trust in Lin Batian.

"What do you want to ask?" the old monk asked.

"Come on, sit down first, let's have a good chat." Lin Batian motioned the old cultivator to sit down in the chair behind.

The old monk took a few steps back and sat down.

"What's your name?" Lin Batian asked.

"Yu Qi." The old monk replied.

"Why did you go to worship Qingtian Zun, and what is the relationship between you and him?" Lin Batian asked.

Hearing this question, the old cultivator named Yu Qi still had a hesitant look on his face.

But in the end, he took a deep breath and replied, "Master Qingtian...is my master."

"Master... That means you are his disciple?" Lin Batian asked.

"Yes, but after many generations... I have never seen Qingtian Zun, but my master once met Qingtian Zun, but he was just a very ordinary disciple at the time..." Yu Qi replied.

Lin Batian narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I found that the meridians in your body have been ruptured a lot, and your cultivation has been in a state of loss... You are seriously injured, and it has been many years, why is this? "

Yu Qi showed a bitter smile and said: "Since Qingtian Zun disappeared, the human monks in Zhonghuang have been slaughtered... I am just one of the human monks being hunted down. It turns out that these injuries were suffered while fleeing..."

"What is chasing you?" Lin Batian frowned.

"They... come from many different ethnic groups and forces. I don't know, I only know... they don't want to see any living human race." Yu Qi said, his eyes were slightly red, and he raised an old hand , pressed his forehead, and said painfully, "They are very powerful. I haven't seen a human monk for many years..."