Chapter 58 Murong Ying’s Plan

2023-11-10

“Oh, the Jindan Zhenren fight is in this city?”

Han Mo was slightly stunned, and quickly stopped stroking the welfare.

Generally speaking, in Yifeng City, fighting among cultivators is strictly prohibited in the main urban area. This is the rule set by the Yifeng Marquisate.

After all, Yifeng City is the fief of the old Marquis Han Lin. In the Tianhaizhou realm, let alone a Jindan Zhenren, even a Yuanying Master has to give some face to the Yifeng Marquisate.

Who is so bold as to fight in the city?

However, after reacting, Han Mo suddenly became interested again.

He has seen many Jindan cultivators since he came to this world, but this is the first time he has seen a fight between Jindan cultivators, so he is naturally a little curious.

After all, the game “Bahuang Changsheng” is very well-made in terms of plot and graphics, except for the combat system of the monks fighting each other, which is quite poor.

The battles that were criticized as thunder fighter-style battles naturally could not reflect the real fighting scenes of the monks in the world of immortal cultivation.

However, he also knew that with his mere Qi Refining skills, he would not be able to survive watching such a fight between high-level cultivators.

So he did not get out of the car hastily, but opened the window and asked Han Cheng:

“Uncle Han Cheng, are they close to us?”

“No, I was afraid that the aftermath of the fight would hurt the prince and the young lady, so I stopped far away.”

After hearing this, Han Mo finally felt relieved.

“Mengyao, you and Nannan just stay in the car.”

After instructing Su Mengyao in this way, Han Mo opened the car door and prepared to get out and take a look.

However, just after getting off the car, before he had time to see anything clearly, Han Mo heard a sharp roar filled with blood and anger.

“Die!”

Clearly just three words, but when the vibrating spiritual energy came through it it was like a thunderous explosion. All of a sudden he felt a surge of energy in his blood, and the spiritual energy in his body became even more chaotic.

Noticing this situation, Han Cheng, who had the foundation-building ability, opened his lips slightly:

“Prince, calm down and concentrate. This is some kind of sonic magical power. Fortunately, it is far away. By the time it reaches here, it has already lost most of its power.”

Han Mo quickly regained his composure upon hearing this, and the spiritual energy in his body gradually returned to normal.

However, he was slightly surprised in his heart, thinking that the fighting method of Jindan cultivators was indeed different from usual one.

Just like his adoptive father…his great uncle Han Feiyu, when he usually meets him, he looks just ordinary at first glance and does not give people much of a sense of oppression.

But this is also because Han Mo has never seen what his father looks like when he really fights.

“Sir, it’s over there, not too far from our mansion.”

Looking in the direction of Han Cheng’s finger, he saw dozens of strange bloody storm cyclones gathering in the sky in the distance. In just one breath, they condensed into a huge blood stream more than ten feet long. sword.

Then, in Han Mo’s surprised eyes, it fell with a suffocating pressure.

As it flew through the air, it emitted circles of light red sound waves. Combined with the almost materialized spiritual power contained in them, Han Mo had no doubt that if these dozens of giant blood swords really fell down, this city would be reduced to ruins in an instant.

It was also at this time that something strange happened.

“You evil demon, don’t even think about succeeding.”

Accompanied by a high-pitched female voice, as the blood swords were about to fall into the city, circles of aqua-blue light suddenly appeared beneath them.

Suddenly, a huge, flat and smooth water mirror appeared above the ordinary city, covering the houses, trees and other structures below.

The water mirror successfully blocked the falling giant sword and also protected the city below from destruction.

However, a deafening explosion sounded from the collision point of the two spells. The sound waves squeezed the water vapor and even briefly formed a mist, which spread to the vicinity of the magic chariot where Han Mo was before slowly dissipating.

Seeing this scene, Han Mo couldn’t help but marvel at it.

He had personally experienced the battles in the Qi Refining Stage.

Fireballs, wooden vines, ice spikes, golden cones, all kinds of spells were flying around, just like the fights between wizards in Western fantasy novels, it was already very exaggerated.

But what he didn’t expect was that the fighting of the Jindan cultivator was a hundred times more exaggerated than that of the Qi Refining cultivator.

A ten-foot-high giant sword, a huge water mirror that covers the sky, and the terrifying momentum of this golden elixir spell.

Hiss, the Jindan strongman is so terrifying!

While sighing, Han Mo couldn’t help but feel a bit of yearning for the Jindan realm.

I wonder what I will look like when I break through to the Golden Core stage?

Before Han Mo could imagine what would happen after he became a Jindan Zhenren, Su Mengyao in the car seemed a little worried and quickly opened the window:

“Han Mo, the battle between Jindan Zhenren is very dangerous for us, so let’s not stand outside, let’s go home quickly!”

“Sir, what the young lady said is right. Although this place is temporarily safe, the speed of the Golden Core True Person’s flight light is extremely fast. If they fly here during a fight, it would be bad. We should leave as soon as possible!”

Han Cheng also echoed.

“That’s right, in that case, let’s go back!”

Han Mo also thought this was true. After satisfying his curiosity, he did not plan to continue waiting and watching.

Although the Golden Elixir Fighting Technique is rare, what does it have to do with him, a mere Qi Refiner?

So he quickly returned to the car and joked with Su Mengyao:

“Oh, Mengyao, where were we just now? You actually mistook Nannan for a member of the Sand Fox clan. It seems that you don’t know much about the knowledge of the demon clan. I will test you when I get back.”

“I don’t want to. Why are you testing me?”

“Well, why don’t we make a bet as usual and have a competition so that we can test each other.”

“How to compete?”

When it comes to things like bets and competitions, Su Mengyao immediately becomes interested.

After all, Han Mo still owed her a bet, and she hadn’t practiced the three yellow-grade martial arts books, Shi Gengyin and Yao Zi Jue, yet!

“You and I will ask each other questions and answer them. Whoever can answer more questions asked by the other party within the specified time will win.”

“So, what kind of questions should we ask?”

“Well, come to my room at night, and you do the mental arithmetic while I do the fill-in-the-blank exercises.”

Su Mengyao: “???”

Su Mengyao was stunned for a moment, and when she reacted, her face turned red in an instant.

“Han Mo, you are a pervert!”

The two were joking like a couple, and Han Cheng was sighing, “It’s great to be young,” while driving the chariot, ready to leave this place of trouble.

In the distance in the air, a man’s loud shout suddenly came, and the sound waves vibrated, causing Han Mo to stop his movements instantly.

“Shang Xiufang, why don’t you take care of your family affairs in the Holy Land and come to this remote place like Tianhaizhou?”

“Han Cheng, stop the car!”

After hearing this, Han Mo quickly stopped Han Cheng, opened the window and looked into the distance, only to see that the green light just revealed a familiar figure.

“If you guys from the Blood Killing Palace can come, then my Forget Love Holy Land can come, too.

It is you, the demon sects, who dare to cause trouble at the Ascension Conference, killing innocent people and slaughtering lives. You are so arrogant. We, the righteous people, will naturally not let you commit crimes and do evil!”

Well, Shang Xiufang?

Is it her? Why is she here?

Hearing the familiar voice, Han Mo naturally recognized the person.

While he was surprised, his heart suddenly moved, and the scene of meeting with a certain demon witch yesterday quickly emerged in his mind:

“By the way, kid, it’s better to keep these things with you first. If you’re lucky tomorrow, you might be able to use them in advance.”

“This is a talisman specially made by my uncle, a treasure specifically for female cultivators. If the time is right tomorrow, you can tear open this talisman and stick it on your chest…”

Wait, is this the opportunity Murong Ying was talking about?

Chapter 59: Outside, you must call me “Uncle Master”

2023-11-10

In the sky near Xuanwu Street, the Jindan Zhenren of the righteous and evil paths were fighting fiercely. Suddenly, a dazzling blood light leaped out from the hand of one of the bloody figures.

It was a large blood-colored seal, which rushed towards the woman who released the water mirror with panic.

It is the natal magic weapon of Jindan Zhenren!

“Hmph, Shang Xiufang, why don’t you take care of your family affairs in the Holy Land and come to this remote place like Tianhaizhou?”

After the blood-marked man released his life-saving magic weapon, he quickly snorted coldly.

The woman in the water mirror could not split herself, but a green light instantly flew in front of her and revealed her figure. It was none other than the loveless saint Shang Xiufang.

“If you guys from the Blood Killing Palace can come, then my Forget Love Holy Land can come, too.

It is you, the demon sect, who dare to cause trouble at the Ascension Conference, killing innocent people and slaughtering lives. You are so arrogant. We, the righteous people, will naturally not tolerate your crimes!”

As she spoke, she raised her hands, and a small green sword appeared from between her eyebrows and shot towards the seal.

“Killing innocent people indiscriminately? Hahahaha… You so-called noble and upright people talk a lot about morality, but how clean are you in reality?

The six sects are just those who are busy and cowardly, and your Forget Love Holy Land is not much better. Over the years, you have killed thousands of mortal men in the name of overcoming the tribulation of love, how many?”

The blood-marked man laughed uncontrollably, his voice filled with undisguised sarcasm.

Shang Xiufang frowned: “You are confusing right and wrong and talking nonsense.”

For non-direct disciples of the Holy Land of Forgetfulness, mortal men are generally chosen as the targets for their love tribulation.

But there is a difference between immortals and mortals. In the eyes of cultivators, the lives of mortals are regarded as worthless.

Among the five holy places, no matter which holy place the disciples are from, they will not even look at these ant-like mortals.

Having said that, the sect rules of the Holy Land of Forgetfulness are still criticized by people, and this has become a breakthrough for the evil sect to frequently attack them.