After Zhao Deren drew his sword, the disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect seemed to have received the answer and drew their swords one after another. For a moment, the entire ruined temple was filled with cold light.
He stared at the enemy who was gradually showing his figure with a murderous look on his face.
The person who came was none other than Chen Yuan.
After coming out of Qingzhou City, he followed the traces given by Jiang He and chased him all the way to Changshan Mansion. At such a high speed, he didn't even use two days.
We arrived here.
His eyes glowed with green light, which was the opening of the Heavenly Eye Pupil Technique. This was his habit. Most of the time, he would open the Heavenly Eye and scan it first.
See if there is a child of luck that you need.
Fortunately, he came at the right time this time. His guess was correct. These remnants of the Qingyun Sword Sect were indeed lucky!
Step by step into the ruined temple, Chen Yuan's true appearance was revealed to everyone.
"Chen Yuan!!!"
A disciple looked the person up and down and suddenly exclaimed.
Most of the disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect have seen Chen Yuan's portrait, but with their photographic memory, they cannot forget it.
Isn't the man in front of me, dressed in black robes and carrying a long sword with a stern face, none other than Chen Yuan?
As soon as the word "Chen Yuan" came out, the entire ruined temple fell into an eerie silence. The only sound was the heavy breathing of the disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect.
They looked at Chen Yuan and swallowed involuntarily, their eyes full of horror.
It seemed as if the visitor was a demon from the abyss of hell.
No....
To them, Chen Yuan is a demon from the abyss.
People outside don't know whose hands the sect leader and ancestor died in, but they all know clearly from Xiao Qingmu's story that these are all related to Chen Yuan!
Even the previously released news about Chen Yuan's relationship with the death of Qingyunzi, the ancestor of the Yun family's Qingyun Sword Sect, was secretly spread by them, but unfortunately no one believed it.
Zhao Deren's hand holding the sword couldn't stop trembling, and it seemed that it would fall off the next moment. He was really too scared, in his perception.
The aura of Chen Yuan opposite him was as unfathomable as the sect leader.
Invincible!
This is his idea....
Xiao Qingmu was not even willing to give him a single elixir. With his strength, how could he deal with the famous Chen Yuan? You know, even Gu Hao, Wu Zongxian and others died in his hands.
Those elite disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect also died in his hands outside Qingzhou City a few months ago.
Fighting against him is no different from seeking death.
Chen Yuan's eyes were fixed on Zhao Deren, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
In his eyes, it was Zhao Deren who exuded the cyan light of luck.
The middle stage of Tongxuan...
Just ants.
"Where is Xiao Qingmu?"
Chen Yuan spoke slowly, his cold voice resounding in the hearts of everyone.
The disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect looked at each other, and no one spoke. Although they were afraid of Chen Yuan, they never put down their swords and still drew their swords towards each other.
They also had a blood feud with Chen Yuan. When the Qingyun Sword Sect was destroyed, those who besieged and occupied the Qingyun Sword Sect's territory killed all their family members.
Chen Yuan also has a share of these accounts.
"clang..."
A long sword fell to the ground.
The eyes of the Qingyun Sword Sect disciples instantly focused on Zhao Deren, their eyes full of disbelief. Was he the first to surrender?
Zhao Deren abandoned his sword and knelt down in front of Chen Yuan with a bang. Ignoring the disdainful looks of those disciples, he said with a smile:
"The villain is willing to reveal the whereabouts of Xiao Qingmu. I only ask Mr. Chen to spare my life..."
"Shut up!"
"Villain."
"Where's your courage?"
"We are so blind that we actually recommended you to be our senior brother!"
Shouts came out from the mouths of those disciples.
Zhao Deren's eyes flashed with murderous intent, he turned his head and said coldly:
"He who knows the current affairs is a hero. Don't you want to die?"
"As a sword cultivator, why should we fear death?"
"Zhao Deren, have you forgotten that the Zhao family was destroyed before? The real culprit is Chen Yuan. You actually knelt down to him. Are you worthy of your parents, brothers, and family clan?"
"good."
"It's a waste of our trust that you actually knelt down to Thief Chen. Have you forgotten that you kept saying that you would take us for revenge?" Those disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect angrily rebuked Zhao Deren.
Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a faint smile.
Killing each other....
This kind of drama was his favorite.
Zhao Deren snorted coldly: "A bunch of trash looking for death, can't you still see the truth now? It was Xiao Qingmu, this bitch, who tricked us.
Do you still want me to sacrifice my life for her? "
Yes, from the moment Chen Yuan appeared, what Zhao Deren thought about most besides fear was the connection between them, and then he almost figured it out after a series of connections.
Why did Xiao Qingmu leave suddenly?
Why do they have to wait for three days?
Why tell them not to leave?
Just let them become the targets that attract Chen Yuan's attention, while she changes her appearance and leaves quietly!
So, he abandoned the sword, so he...wanted to survive.
Of course, the most fundamental wish is that he does not feel that he is a match for someone as powerful as the number one in the Hidden Dragon Ranking. Resistance will only lead to death, and there may be a glimmer of hope in surrendering.
Stay alive, don't shiver!
When the disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect heard this sentence, their faces instantly turned pale, as if their energy and spirit were suddenly drained away. This sentence was undoubtedly the most effective thing to break down their inner defenses.
"No way, you are lying to us!"
Some people covered their heads with their hands, some shouted harshly, and some still looked at Chen Yuan with hatred, wanting to do something to Chen Yuan.
"Wonderful, wonderful."
Chen Yuan chuckled twice and said to Zhao Deren:
"It's true that the brotherhood is deep, yes, but it's a pity that I don't have much interest in watching and killing them."
Zhao Deren looked up at Chen Yuan and said quickly:
"Then... Mr. Chen, can you spare my life?"
"certainly...."
Chen Yuan smiled.
Hearing this sentence, Zhao Deren was instantly overjoyed and said loudly:
"Thank you, Mr. Chen, for your kindness!"
After saying that, he jumped up from the ground and summoned with one hand. The long sword that had fallen to the ground was instantly sucked into his hand. He pointed the sword at the former junior disciples and said softly:
"Master Chen's cultivation is unparalleled. Please take revenge in your next life."
"Kill this unfaithful and unfilial thief."
Someone shouted low and stabbed Zhao Deren with a sword. Unfortunately, his cultivation was still too weak. The sword energy he slashed was casually destroyed by Zhao Deren, and then the sword energy instantly enveloped the ruined temple.
In just a short moment, besides Zhao Deren, the only person still standing in the ruined temple was Chen Yuan. The other remnants of Qingyun were all lying on the ground.
Including the two junior brothers who had joined him before.
They wanted to please Zhao Deren in order to get more resources, but under the blood feud, they would not surrender at all. Even if they died, they would have the face to meet the sect and the ancestors of the family.
On the ground, bright red blood gathered into puddles of water, and the thick bloody smell gradually began to dissipate, and soon filled the entire ruined temple.
Zhao Deren looked down at a junior brother who once admired him very much and whispered:
"Don't blame me, I just want to survive."
The man on the ground was spitting out blood, but his eyes were full of ridicule, which was a silent contempt, but he didn't care and glanced at him.
Then, a sword energy chopped off his head.
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Deren turned around with a smile on his face:
"Sir, these damn Qingyun remnants are all dead."
"Yes, now we can tell you about Xiao Qingmu's whereabouts." Chen Yuan praised him.
"Sir, do you really want to spare my life?"
Zhao Deren couldn't help but said.
"Chen always keeps his word."
"Yes, yes, the reputation of the Lord's promise is spread all over the world, and the villain naturally believes it. Just now..." Zhao Deren had a smile on his face.
"Say it."
Chen Yuan ruthlessly interrupted Zhao Deren's next compliment.
Pursing his lips, Zhao Deren whispered with flashing eyes:
"Xiao Qingmu, this bitch, went to the capital. She said..."
Zhao Deren repeated everything that Xiao Qingmu had said before to Chen Yuan word for word, which made him frown and feel that this woman was really a little clever.
She had actually noticed that someone had discovered their whereabouts, and had treated these people as targets, just to cover her from leaving here.
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Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath.
A deep murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
This woman must die!
Raising his head, Chen Yuan stared at Zhao Deren and said calmly:
"Anything else missing?"
"No...no more."
Being stared at by Chen Yuan's eyes, Zhao Deren was shocked for a moment and felt something bad, but he did not dare to lie anymore at this moment.
Because he knew that Chen Yuan must be dissatisfied with his answer.
Can....
He really didn't know Xiao Qingmu's specific whereabouts. The other party had been vague, saying that he was looking for a noble person, and who the noble person was. No matter how he made insinuations, Xiao Qingmu never revealed it.
As for deceiving Chen Yuan, he had this idea in his mind, but after careful consideration, he decided to confess. If Chen Yuan took him with him to find Xiao Qingmu,
Wouldn't he die miserably in the end?
Chen Yuan nodded. The next moment, a terrifying aura enveloped Zhao Deren. The opponent was suffocated and just about to move.
A hand directly grabbed his neck, squeezing it so hard that he couldn't breathe.
Zhao Deren's body seemed to be pressed down by a huge mountain, with a look of horror on his face as he begged for mercy:
"Chen...Master Chen...you said...said...spare my...life."
"What does Chen Yuan's promise have to do with me?" Chen Yuan stared at him expressionlessly and continued:
"If you have any grievances, go down and find Xiao Yunsheng. Don't worry, Xiao Qingmu will come to you soon."
"Click."
With a soft sound, the vitality in Zhao Deren's body began to gradually disappear, his bright eyes gradually lost their light, and his head lost its support and sank slightly.
But there was still a trace of unwillingness on his face.
From the moment the opponent possessed luck, he was destined to die, without any exception.
Green light flashed in his eyes, and a green light slowly emerged from Zhao Deren's body like a swimming dragon and quickly rushed into Chen Yuan's mind.
Deep in his consciousness, the altar of luck slowly rotated, and a new guidance came to his heart.
"The market opens on October 31st, and the wind blows in the north city of Changshan. The beggar's ragged clothes look like expensive clothes, but a ray of yin and yang is hidden in his pendant!"
Opening his eyes, Chen Yuan nodded slightly.
Fortunately, this time the place of opportunity is not far away, it is in Changshan Fucheng. All we have to do is wait for tomorrow. The time for his arrival is indeed a coincidence, tomorrow is October 31st.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. If Zhao Deren was killed tomorrow or the day after, would the guidance of this opportunity also change?
It's a pity that otherwise, and under special circumstances, he would not have kept Zhao Deren alive until tomorrow.
After letting out a long breath and looking at the corpses on the ground, Chen Yuan turned around and left. A flash of fire instantly burned in the ruined temple. From a distance, it was extremely bright in the pitch-black night.
This trip was a worthwhile trip. He found the son of destiny that he needed. The only pity was that Xiao Qingmu ran away early.
He still has to expend his energy to find...
But at the same time, he was also curious, would Xiao Qingmu be able to provide him with a child of luck the next time he saw her? If this is the case, is free-range farming feasible?
This thought passed away in a flash. Chen Yuan shook his head and chuckled. What was he thinking about?
It is absolutely undesirable to even have such thoughts.
Enemy? It's better to die.
...
...
After the ruined temple was completely burned to ashes, Chen Yuan left here and headed towards Changshan City. Next, he was going to get his chance treasure.
I hope to increase my cultivation.
Although his strength improved quickly, Chen Yuan still wanted to go faster. Who would think that he was strong? In this world, everything is fake,
Only strength is real!
He did not choose to enter the city, but found a place outside the city to meditate and breathe out all night. When the first ray of sunlight shone on his face, Chen Yuan slowly stood up.
After gently stretching his body, Yukong entered Changshan Fucheng.
Located in Zhongzhou, although the warriors and officials here are indeed much stronger than those in ordinary cities, there are not too many masters in the Dan Realm. After some exploration, he only felt the aura of two masters.
Chen Yuan did not go to the north of the city immediately. According to his experience, the market might not be open at dawn, and even going there would be of no use.
Immediately I found a breakfast shop and got some food.
With his cultivation level, he can actually live without grains for a long time, but he still can't eat some interesting meals. In his opinion, only when he is full can he feel at ease.
Besides, the food in this world is not as unpalatable as imagined.
Although it is not as colorful as his previous life, it still has a unique flavor. It is still very delicious to eat occasionally.
After breakfast, the sky was completely bright, and the sparse streets began to be crowded with people. Chen Yuan also began to walk towards Beicheng.
Similar to the state capitals he had experienced before, the people living in the north of the city were basically ordinary Li people, and their lives were relatively difficult. But this was Zhongzhou after all, and the lives of the people were still better than those in Qingzhou.
At least along the way, he saw very few beggars in ragged clothes. The reason why he paid so much attention was of course guided by chance.
So he paid special attention to beggars today, just because he was afraid that he would miss it...
But after careful consideration, it seems normal. This is the foundation of the Sima royal family after all. No matter how stupid the upper class is, it is still better than other state capitals on the whole.
When Chen Yuan arrived at the market, there were already a lot of people gathering inside, and it smelled like fireworks. ???..coM
To be honest, he sometimes likes this kind of atmosphere, but now there is a huge class gap between him and these ordinary people.
Although his face was concealed and the aura around him was completely suppressed, there was still an invisible aura about him that showed his difference.
The people around him would basically avoid him when they saw him, for fear of getting into trouble.
The road in the north of the city was very wide, with vendors selling goods on both sides. Chen Yuan looked straight, with a flash of cyan light in his eyes from time to time, searching for his target.
Unfortunately, after walking for a quarter of an hour, I had already visited most of the market and still found nothing.
Frowning slightly, Chen Yuan decided to speed up. If he still couldn't find it, he would have no choice but to search the entire north of the city!
The gathering was bustling with people, and the place where the largest crowd gathered was a storytelling place. An old man in gray rolled his eyes and loudly told legends.
It was said with great emotion. As the saying goes, if God closes a door for you, he will definitely open a window for you. At least to Chen Yuan's ears,
It was the most interesting book he had ever heard.
If there were no other important matters at hand, Chen Yuan would definitely listen here, but even when passing by, he still heard something.
It seems to be a story about the Changshan Spear God. A spear once entered and exited seven times among thousands of troops, killing the northern barbarians who threw away their armor and cried for their fathers and mothers.
I don’t know how much artistic processing there is in it.
Anyway, the legend about him in Tangshan has reached the point of being outrageous, as if without him, the whole world would collapse.
But he didn't pay much attention to the name of that gun god.
Why are you called Zhao?
Without thinking about it, Chen Yuan continued to move forward, quickly passing through the entire market at his speed, but there was no trace of the chance, which made his eyes narrow.
Just as he was about to prepare to search the air again, suddenly, a thin figure came from the distance of the market. It was a young man, his clothes were patched, he looked like a beggar, and he was carrying a big baggage behind him. Very tough.
But that's not the most important thing. What's important is that the Sky Eye reacted, and a cyan light of opportunity shone on the young man. The opportunity came.
Chen Yuan paused and made no move. The young man walked to the edge of the market and stopped. He took a deep breath, put the bag on the ground and opened it, revealing the contents inside.
Those are pairs of brand new straw sandals.
After staring at him for a moment, Chen Yuan slowly stepped forward, walked in front of the young man, and said with a faint smile:
“Little brother, are these straw sandals strong?”
The little beggar looked Chen Yuan up and down. Although he was curious that this man in rich clothes actually came forward to ask about the straw sandals, he still said truthfully:
"Look what you said, our straw sandals are definitely the only ones in Tangshan Mansion..."
"What a loud tone. What's your little brother's name?"
The little beggar pondered for a moment, unsure of the other party's purpose. After thinking about it, he still didn't hide it:
"My friends in the city call me Shitou. You can just call me this."
"Stone?"
Chen Yuan raised his eyebrows. The name was quite casual, and he said casually:
"Don't you have a name?"
The little beggar frowned, squeezed out a smile and said:
"When you buy straw sandals, do you ask for their names?"
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