There are always some people in the world who are lucky and have means, but if they do not have enough strength, good luck is like a castle in the air, means is like a mirror, and in the end they can only make wedding dresses for others.
An Jiqing is the most ordinary casual cultivator in the world of immortality. With the dream of cultivating immortality, he follows a master to wander in the world of immortality.
According to his master, only when the master is stronger can the master and apprentice survive better.
Two monks at the bottom of the world of immortality, the few resources they obtained were used to support his master's cultivation, but it was a drop in the bucket. In the end, it was only through the accumulation of time that his master reached the ninth level of Qi training.
After advancing to the ninth level of Qi training, his master still had to accumulate training resources for foundation building.
"An'er, you and I are the most destined to be masters and apprentices!" After him, his master accepted several more apprentices, but in the end he was the only one who remained by his side.
But his master died soon after saying these words, leaving only his apprentice An Jiqing.
"Master, you want too much! I can't become an immortal without you."
"In fact, you should have died a long time ago, but I didn't dare to do anything and couldn't leave, so I delayed it until now. But what you said made me wonder if you had noticed something, so I had to take the risk to get rid of you, but in the end you You don’t know anything!”
"You are really bad and stupid. You are so bad that you only know how to cheat your apprentices, and you are as stupid as a pig or a dog!"
After killing his master in a sneak attack with his own hands, An Jiqing smiled brightly in front of the master who was still staring at death. He laughed and cried again, and then shouted again.
Soon, An Jiqing returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
He calmly left the cave where his master died, taking away all valuable things, but he was stunned as soon as he walked out of the cave.
His master was a monk at the ninth level of Qi training. He worked hard and diligently, and now he had reached the seventh level of Qi training. With his spiritual consciousness spreading out, he easily noticed the deathly silence around him.
Just killing a master, how could this happen? An Jiqing, who was confused in his heart and didn't know what happened, stayed with the master in the cave for another day and made sure that he didn't feel any danger before leaving.
People's luck is different. Li Qiao knew what happened and acted decisively. After searching for it, he found nothing.
An Jiqing was walking around casually, looking at the dead silence, wondering if it was a divine punishment. When he was a little frightened, he discovered the corpses of two death monks.
"Foundation-building stage?" The two monks found, a man and a woman, were dead, and since he had never had close contact with a foundation-building monk, he was a little afraid to confirm, but they were definitely not Qi-training stage monks.
After all, he spent a day with the deceased ninth-level qi-training master and was very familiar with the qi-training period.
"Foundation-building monks are laying the groundwork!" After this realization appeared in his mind, he took everything from the two death monks.
There is no way, casual cultivators have little knowledge and limited knowledge, so they can only do this to prevent missing out on good things.
Originally, he wanted to take away the corpse. He still knew that there was a method of refining corpses in the world of immortality. The corpse was not very useful during the Qi training period, but it was different after foundation building. But in the end, he was worried that his identity as a death cultivator would bring him Trouble and finally gave up.
After getting two storage bags that were suspected of being monks in the foundation-building stage, An Jiqing was excited but also fearful.
What happened? Two monks like this would die tragically and silently. He desperately wanted to leave this strange area.
When An Jiqing was escaping from the area, he would dodge in advance when seeing other monks from a distance because he was carrying four storage bags.
On the way to the direction of his family, before leaving the range of the True Spirit Tribulation, Li Qiao saw a monk in the Qi training stage from a distance. Seeing that the other person was far away, he turned away from him. He was nothing special. idea.
The two parties just looked at each other from a distance and left.
At night, Li Qiao found a temporary cave and suddenly opened his eyes from closing his eyes to rest. He felt like there was something around him.
But neither his consciousness nor his eyes found anything.
"Is the monk I met during the day spying on me secretly?" Li Qiao, who had this suspicion in his mind, walked out of the temporary cave to check, but found nothing.
An Jiqing, who was determined to leave this area, finally encountered bad luck shortly after his encounter with Li Qiao.
"Want to run? Did you run away? How fast can you run as a Qi practitioner? How far can you run?"
A monk appeared condescendingly in front of An Jiqing. At the same time, five ninth-level Qi-training monks appeared in all directions around him, basically blocking all of An Jiqing's escape routes.
Loose practice during the foundation building period!
Looking at the monk who appeared directly in front of him, and feeling his aura and the strength of his spiritual consciousness, An Jiqing made a judgment immediately.
After getting a storage bag that might be a foundation-building monk, it was possible for An Jiqing to advance to the ninth level of Qi training in a short time and then become a foundation-building casual cultivator. But facing the current situation, he knew that he had no chance. .
The original excitement of getting the storage bag has long since disappeared.
As a monk who has means and is good at calculations, he knows that if he doesn't find a way to save himself, he will definitely die here today.
"Senior..." An Jiqing said. He knew that if his words could not arouse the other party's interest, the other party might take action against him at any moment.
"Who is your senior? Do you deserve it?"
The casual cultivator's tone was arrogant, while the monks surrounding him had a joking look in their eyes.
Seeing this, An Jiqing decisively took out the four storage bags on his body and held them high in his hands.
The air became quiet for a moment, and then Sanxiu Zhuji said: "This is mine. Do you want to use my things to buy your own life? This is impossible."
He made no secret of his murderous intent.
Afraid that he would be too late and die immediately, An Jiqing spoke quickly: "I don't know why, but a large number of monks died mysteriously in this area. I even saw the corpses of more than ten monks scattered in an area. That’s where I got this storage bag…”
"Stop talking nonsense, there are more than ten monk corpses, why are there only four storage bags?"
Sanxiu Jiji stared at An Jiqing fiercely and said.
"Because there is another monk there. He is a ninth-level Qi practitioner, and I only have a seventh-level Qi practitioner. If I hadn't run decisively, I wouldn't have gotten here alive..."
Listening to this, Sanxiu Jiji showed an expression as if you were continuing to make things up.
An Jiqing, who is good at guessing people's hearts, did not show any signs of guilt in this regard, but continued in a sincere tone: "I know the general direction of the monk's departure. If I can find the monk, I just ask you. Just treat me like a fart, uncle!"
