Cultivation, I have a world of high martial arts

Cen Wushan's eyes became more resentful after hearing this.

Han Jihai talked for a long time until Cen Wushan couldn't help interrupting and said:

"Master, if you keep talking like this, you won't be able to come back tomorrow!"

Han Jihai then shut up and watched the two of them leave.

In an open space on Danfeng, Cen Wushan flicked his finger, and an ancient spirit boat appeared.

He jumped up and asked Lin Chen:

"Junior brother, are you coming up?"

Lin Chen shook his head and took out the purple jade gourd from his waist.

The gourd became a few feet wide in an instant.

After seeing the purple jade gourd, Cen Wushan was envious again.

"The old man is so good to you! I asked for this gourd for a long time, but he didn't want to give it to me..."

"Junior brother, then you follow. If you don't have enough mana, remember to tell my senior brother."

After that, the spirit boat took off and headed northwest.

"Master, I'm leaving!"

After Lin Chen greeted him, he also jumped onto the gourd and followed Cen Wushan.

The purple jade gourd is a superior flying magic weapon with an extremely fast flying speed.

For ordinary late Qi Refining cultivators, they can only fly 200 miles in an hour.

But for Lin Chen, he can easily fly more than 300 miles.

Cen Wushan and Lin Chen flew down one after the other, from the top of Changchun Mountain to a height of 40 to 50 feet above the ground.

Then the two flew towards their destination in the northwest.

As for why they wanted to fly down, at an altitude of more than 8,000 meters, would a Qi Refining cultivator be cold?

It took more than an hour to fly all the way to the northwest.

Passing by two small hills and a big river.

"Unconsciously, I have been in the world of cultivation for half a year..."

"After joining Changchun Sect, this is the first time I have been to such a far place."

Lin Chen faced the wind and enjoyed the scenery along the way.

"Hey, this mountain looks familiar... Is it the mountain I passed by half a year ago?"

"Then is this area near Zhoucun?"

After practicing, Lin Chen's eyesight is very good.

From the sky, when passing by Zhoucun, he roughly saw the scene of the village.

Compared to half a year ago, it seems that many new houses have been built in the village.

A few half-grown children can be vaguely seen playing and fighting in the fields.

"I think it was the cart of silk half a year ago that improved the lives of the villagers..."

Lin Chen thought to himself, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Half a year ago, he was just a martial arts apprentice at the ninth level, an ordinary person.

In order to save his life, he fought with a group of robbery cultivators who had not even reached the Qi Refining stage.

And half a year later, he almost perfected his Qi Refining, and his martial arts was close to the realm of a great martial artist.

If he met that group of robbery cultivators again, he could easily destroy them.

"Time flies so fast..."

Lin Chen sighed.

Cen Wushan, who was riding a boat in front, slowed down and approached to ask:

"Junior brother, we have been flying for almost two hours, why not take a rest first..."

"There happens to be a village below, let's go and ask for some water to drink?"

Lin Chen nodded and said, "Okay, senior brother."

For a cultivator of the seventh level of Qi Refining, flying for two hours in a row, the mana is probably almost exhausted.

Since Lin Chen showed the cultivation of the seventh level of Qi Refining, he naturally had to pretend to be good.

The flight altitude gradually decreased, and the two came to Zhou Village.

Cen Wushan was not afraid of strangers. He walked to the entrance of the village and said to the old man basking in the sun:

"Uncle, my junior brother and I are passing by here. Is it convenient to ask for some water to drink?"

The old man basking in the sun was stunned, and his crossed legs gradually lowered, squinting his eyes as if he wanted to see the two people clearly.

Suddenly, the old man jumped up and shouted:

"Immortal, there is an immortal in our village!"

As soon as this was said, the young and old in the village, the strong men and women working in the fields, all gathered around.

"Oh my God, it's really an immortal!"

"Quick, get water for the immortal..."

For a moment, the whole Zhou Village was in chaos.

Cen Wushan smiled bitterly when he saw this. He just wanted to ask for a drink of water, but he didn't expect to make such a big commotion.

Lin Chen also laughed secretly.

Thanks to the good reputation of Changchunmen, mortals within a thousand miles nearby are not too afraid of righteous monks.

Occasionally, the monks passing by would give some benefits to the villagers after resting for a while.

Taking the mountain spring water brought by the villagers, Lin Chen took a sip and found it very sweet.

At this time, the fat boy who handed over the water stared at Lin Chen carefully and suddenly asked:

"Brother Immortal, have I seen you before?"

"Nonsense, don't look at the young appearance of the immortal... When he was practicing, your mother was probably not even born!"

The aunt on the side pulled the fat boy to her side and secretly glanced at Lin Chen.

"Oh mom, why do I feel a little familiar..."

After hearing this, Lin Chen was immediately happy and reminded:

"Auntie, more than half a year ago, a group of robbers came to your village to slaughter, remember?"

"I remember! Mom... You are the immortal master who saved our village half a year ago!"

As the aunt exclaimed, the surrounding villagers reacted one after another, kneeling and bowing to Lin Chen, expressing gratitude.

Lin Chen stepped aside and did not accept the gift.

After Cen Wushan on the side found out clearly, he immediately gave Lin Chen a thumbs up.

"Good junior brother, you are indeed one of us!"

Lin Chen smiled but said nothing.

At this time, the little fat boy who had spoken before was no longer afraid of people. He walked up to Lin Chen and asked:

"Brother Immortal, can I become an immortal like you?"

After this, the villagers in the village quieted down.

The child's mother was horrified, and she pulled the little fat boy into her arms, trembling and apologizing:

"Master, the child is still young and he doesn't know much."

"It doesn't matter!" Lin Chen shook his head.

He looked at the little fat boy with interest. He remembered this boy.

After killing the group of robbery cultivators, the fat boy also stared at him.

"Little fat boy, what's your name?"

"My name is Zhou Tieshan." The little fat boy said loudly.

"Come on, stretch out your hand..."

Lin Chen held the spirit-testing stone in his hand and put it into the little fat boy's hand.

Then, a pure brown light flashed on the spirit-testing stone.

Lin Chen was stunned and glanced at Cen Wushan.

Cen Wushan was also stunned, muttering:

"My God, I met a single earth spiritual root?"

Lin Chen's eyes also became serious. He thought for a while and said to the little fat boy:

"When you grow up, go to Changchun Gate, 400 miles away, to become a disciple, okay?"

"If you come, I will lead you to Danfeng."

The little fat boy nodded in confusion, and his mother opened her mouth in surprise.

Lin Chen thought for a while and took out two bottles of low-level pills to warm the body.

"Take one pill every month, it will be good for this little fat boy."

After Lin Chen said that, he stopped paying attention and waved to his senior brother.

So the two of them took off again and flew towards the northwest.

On the way, Cen Wushan couldn't help but come over and asked:

"Junior brother, that's a single spiritual root genius, why don't you take him to the sect?"

Lin Chen looked at him and asked:

"Senior brother, do you want to have another junior brother?"

Cen Wushan shook his head and said:

"How is it possible? After the master accepted you, he probably won't accept any more disciples..."

"So, this matter depends on fate. I'm keeping a good intention... In case Danfeng recruits new disciples in the future, it will also take the lead." Lin Chen said so.