I Have a Luck Altar

After Zhao Deren drew his sword, the disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect also seemed to have received the answer, and drew out their long swords one after another. Suddenly, the whole ruined temple was filled with cold light.

He stared at the enemy 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 trail given by Jiang He, and chased him all the way to Changshan Mansion. Under the extreme speed, he didn't even use two days.

arrived here.

There was a blue light in his eyes, which was the opening of the Sky Eye Pupil Technique, and this was his habit, most of the time he would open the Sky Eye first to scan.

See if there is a child of luck that you need.

Fortunately, he was right this time, his guess was not wrong, these remnants of the Qingyun Sword Sect really have luck!

Walking into the ruined temple step by step, Chen Yuan's true face was also revealed in front of everyone.

Chen Yuan!!!

A disciple looked him up and down, and suddenly exclaimed.

Most of the disciples of Qingyun Sword Sect have seen Chen Yuan's portrait, but with their photographic memory, they can't forget it at all.

Isn't the grim-faced man in a black robe with a long knife in front of him exactly 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 heavier breathing of the Qingyun Sword Sect disciples.

They looked at Chen Yuan, swallowed involuntarily, and their eyes were full of horror.

It seemed that the person who came was a monster from the abyss hell.

Do not.

To them, Chen Yuan is a demon from the abyss.

The outsiders don't know at whose hands the suzerain and the ancestor died, but they all know very well from Xiao Qingmu's narration that it is all related to Chen Yuan!

Even the previously released information about Chen Yuan being related to the death of Qingyunzi Patriarch of the Qingyun Sword Sect, the ancestor of the Yun family, was spread secretly by them, but unfortunately no one believed it.

Zhao Deren's hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably, as if it would fall the next moment, he was really a little too scared, in his perception.

The breath of Chen Yuan on the opposite side is as unfathomable as the suzerain.

Invincible!

this is his idea

Xiao Qingmu is not even willing to give him a single talisman, how can he deal with the prestigious Chen Yuan with his strength? You know, even Gu Hao, Wu Zongxian and others died in his hands.

Those elite disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect also died at his hands outside Qingzhou City a few months ago.

Fighting against him is no different from courting death.

Chen Yuan's gaze was fixed on Zhao Deren's body, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

In his eyes, it was Zhao Deren who exuded the light of blue luck.

Tongxuan middle period

Just ants.

Where's Xiao Qingmu?

Chen Yuan spoke slowly, and the cold voice resounded in everyone's hearts.

The disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect looked at each other, but none of them spoke. Although they were afraid of Chen Yuan, they never put down their swords and still drew their swords towards each other.

There was also a deep blood feud between them and Chen Yuan. When the Qingyun Sword Sect was destroyed before, those forces who besieged and divided the Qingyun Sword Sect's territory killed their families.

Chen Yuan also has a copy of these accounts.

clang

A long sword fell to the ground.

The gazes of those Qingyun Sword Sect disciples focused on Zhao Deren in an instant, their eyes were full of disbelief, he was the one who surrendered first?

Zhao Deren abandoned the sword in his hand, and knelt down in front of Chen Yuan with a 'bang', ignoring the contemptuous eyes of those disciples, and said with a smile:

The villain is willing to reveal Xiao Qingmu's whereabouts, and I just ask Mr. Chen to spare my dog's life.

Shut up!

Little man.

Where's your guts?

We are so blind that we actually recommended you to be a senior brother!

A loud shout came out from the mouths of those disciples.

A murderous intent flashed in Zhao Deren's eyes, he turned his head and said coldly:

Those who know the current affairs are heroes, don't you want to die?

My sword cultivator, why are you afraid of death?

Zhao Deren, have you forgotten that the Zhao family was destroyed before? The real culprit is Chen Yuan. You actually knelt down towards him. Are you worthy of your parents, brothers, and family sect?

good.

It was a waste of our trust, you actually knelt down to Thief Chen, have you forgotten what you said at the beginning that you wanted to take us to revenge? Those disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect rebuked Zhao Deren impassionedly.

The corners of Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Cannibalism

This kind of drama is his favorite.

Zhao Deren snorted coldly: A group of waste looking for death, don't you still not see the truth now? It was Xiao Qingmu, that bitch, who tricked us.

Do you want me to sacrifice my life for her?

Yes, from the moment Chen Yuan appeared, apart from fear, what Zhao Deren thought about the most was the connection, and then he almost figured it out once connected.

Why did Xiao Qingmu leave suddenly?

Why did they have to wait for three days?

Why keep them from leaving?

It was to make them the targets to attract Chen Yuan's attention, while she changed her appearance and left quietly!

So, he abandoned his sword, so he wanted to live.

Of course, the most fundamental wish is that he doesn't feel that he is the opponent of the No. 1 Qianlong list. Resistance is a dead end, and surrender may still have a chance.

Live, don't shudder!

When the disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect heard this sentence, their complexions instantly turned pale, as if they had been drained of energy and energy. This sentence was undoubtedly the most effective thing to break down their inner defenses.

Impossible, you are lying to us!

Some people covered their heads with their hands, some people yelled loudly, some people still looked at Chen Yuan with hatred on their faces, and wanted to do something to Chen Yuan.

Wonderful, wonderful.

Chen Yuan chuckled twice, and said to Zhao Deren:

It's true that brothers and sisters love each other deeply. It's a pity that I don't have much interest in watching it and kill them.

Zhao Deren looked up at Chen Yuan, and said quickly:

Then can Master Chen save my life?

certainly.

Chen Yuan smiled.

Hearing this sentence, Zhao Deren was overjoyed instantly, and said loudly:

Thank you Master Chen for your kindness!

After finishing speaking, one jumped up from the ground and called with one hand, the long sword that had fallen on the ground before was instantly sucked into his hand, pointing at the former juniors and said softly:

Master Chen's cultivation is unrivaled in the world, and you will take revenge for your revenge in the next life.

Kill this unfaithful and unfilial thief.

Someone gave a low shout and stabbed Zhao Deren with a sword, but unfortunately his cultivation base was still too weak, the sword energy he cut was blown out by Zhao Deren casually, and then one after another sword energy instantly enveloped the ruined temple.

In just a short moment, apart from Zhao Deren, Chen Yuan was still standing in the ruined temple, and the other remnants of Qingyun were lying on the ground.

Including the two juniors who had served him before.

They wanted to curry favor with Zhao Deren in order to obtain more resources, but under the bloody enmity, they would not surrender at all. Even if they died, they would still have the face to meet the sect and the ancestors of the family under Jiuquan.

On the ground, the dark red blood pooled into watery water, and the thick bloody smell gradually began to radiate, and soon permeated the entire ruined temple.

Zhao Deren looked down at a junior who once admired him very much, and said in a low voice:

Don't blame me, I just want to survive.

The man on the ground was spitting blood, but his eyes were full of sarcasm, which was a kind of silent contempt, but he didn't care, and glanced at him.

Then, a sword qi chopped off his head.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Deren turned around with a smile on his face:

My lord, these damned Qingyun remnants are all dead.

That's right, now we can talk about Xiao Qingmu's whereabouts. Chen Yuan praised him.

My lord really spare my life?

Zhao Deren couldn't help but said.

Chen has always kept his word.

Yes, yes, the reputation of the adult's promise and wealth is spread all over the world, and the villain naturally believes it, just now. Zhao Deren squeezed a smile on his face.

Say it.

Chen Yuan ruthlessly interrupted Zhao Deren's next compliment.

Pursing his lips, Zhao Deren whispered with flickering eyes:

Xiao Qingmu, this bitch, has gone to the capital, she said.

Zhao Deren recounted to Chen Yuan verbatim what Xiao Qingmu had said before, which made him frown, thinking that this woman is really a little clever.

She had already noticed that someone had discovered their whereabouts, and they were all targets, just to cover her from leaving here.

Beijing!

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 lightly:

Are there any omissions?

It's gone.

Being stared at by Chen Yuan's eyes, Zhao Deren's heart was shocked instantly, and he felt a bad feeling, but at this moment he dared not lie any more.

Because he knew his answer, Chen Yuan must be dissatisfied.

Can.

He really didn't know the specific whereabouts of Xiao Qingmu, the other party had been ambiguous, only saying that he was looking for a noble person, but who the noble person was, no matter how he made indirect remarks, Xiao Qingmu did not reveal it.

As for deceiving Chen Yuan, he had this idea in his heart, but after considering it, he decided to confess it. If Chen Yuan took him to find Xiao Qingmu,

Wouldn't it be a miserable death in the end?

Chen Yuan nodded, and the next moment, a terrifying aura enveloped Zhao Deren's body, and the opponent's figure was suffocated for an instant, and he was about to move.

A hand grabbed his neck directly, pinching it tightly, making him breathless.

Zhao Deren's body seemed to be pressing down on a big mountain, with a look of horror on his face, begging for mercy:

Master Chen Chen. You said you would spare my life.

What does Chen Yuan have to do with what Chen promised? Chen Yuan stared at him expressionlessly, and continued:

If you have a grievance, go down to find Xiao Yunsheng. Don't worry, Xiao Qingmu will come to you soon.

Click.

With a soft sound, the vitality on Zhao Deren's body began to gradually disappear, his bright eyes also gradually lost their light, his head lost its support point, and it sank slightly.

But there was still a hint of resignation on his face.

From the moment the other party possessed luck, he was doomed to die without any exception.

The blue light flickered in his eyes, and a cyan brilliance slowly gushed out from Zhao Deren's body like a swimming dragon, and quickly rushed into Chen Yuan's mind.

In the depths of his consciousness, the Altar of Luck turned slowly, and a new guide came to his heart.

The market opens on March 1st in October, and there is a wind blowing from the north city of Changshan. The beggar's shabby clothes look expensive, and a wisp of yin and yang is hidden in the adornment!

Opening his eyes, Chen Yuan nodded slightly.

Fortunately, the place of opportunity this time is not far away, it is in Changshan Fucheng, just wait for tomorrow, it is said that the time of his arrival is indeed very coincidental, tomorrow is October 31st.

Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind, if he killed Zhao Deren tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, would the guidance of this opportunity also change?

It's a pity that if there is no if, and no special circumstances, he will not save Zhao Deren's life until tomorrow.

Heaving a sigh of relief, looking at the corpses on the ground, Chen Yuan turned around and left. A flash of fire burned in the ruined temple instantly, and it was extremely bright in the pitch-black night from a distance.

This trip was worthwhile, he found the son of luck he needed, the only pity was that Xiao Qingmu ran away early.

He has to spend his energy to find

But at the same time, he was also curious, would she still be able to provide him with a child of luck the next time he saw Xiao Qingmu again? If so, is stocking feasible?

This idea flashed away, Chen Yuan shook his head and chuckled, what was he thinking?

It is absolutely unacceptable to have such an idea.

Enemy, it's better to die.

Only when the ruined temple was completely burnt to ashes did Chen Yuan leave and head towards Changshan Fucheng. Next, he was going to get his treasure of chance.

I hope to improve my cultivation.

Although his strength has improved very quickly, Chen Yuan still wants to be faster. Who would think that his strength is strong? In this world, everything is fake,

Only strength is real!

He did not choose to enter the city, but found a random place outside the city to meditate and breathe for a night, and waited until the first ray of sunshine shone on his face, Chen Yuan slowly stood up.

Stretching his body lightly, Yukong entered Changshan Fucheng.

Located in the territory of Zhongzhou, although the warriors and the government here are much stronger than ordinary cities, but the alchemy masters are not flooded, and after some investigation, he only felt two guru auras.

Chen Yuan didn't go to the north of the city right away. According to his experience, the market might not open at dawn, even if he went, it would be of no use.

Immediately, I found a breakfast shop and used some meals.

In fact, with his cultivation base, he could eat bigu a long time ago, but he still eats some interesting meals. In his opinion, only when he is full can he be 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 also has a special flavor, and it is still very tasty to eat once in a while.

After eating too early, the sky was completely bright, and the sparse streets gradually began to have a bustling flow of people. Chen Yuan also started to walk towards the direction of Beicheng.

Similar to the state capital he experienced before, the people living in the north of the city are basically ordinary people living in a difficult life, but this is Zhongzhou after all, and the life of the people is still better than that of the people 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 pays special attention to beggars today, because he is afraid that he will miss it.

But after thinking about it, it seems normal. After all, this is the foundation of the Sima royal family. No matter how stupid the upper class is, it is still stronger than other state capitals on the whole.

When Chen Yuan arrived at the bazaar, there were already a lot of people inside, and there was a smell of fireworks.

To be honest, he also likes this atmosphere sometimes, but now there is a huge class gap between him and these ordinary people.

Although he concealed his face and completely suppressed the aura around him, there was still an invisible temperament on his body that showed his difference.

When the people around see him, they will basically avoid him, for fear that they will get into trouble.

The road in the north of the city is very wide, and there are vendors hawking on both sides. Chen Yuan looked straight at him, and a cyan light flashed in his eyes from time to time, searching for his target.

It's a pity that after walking for a quarter of an hour, the bazaar has been visited for more than half, and there is still nothing to be found.

Frowning slightly, Chen Yuan decided to speed up. If he still couldn't find it, he could only search the entire north of the city!

The gathering was bustling with people, and the place where the largest crowd gathered was a storyteller. An old man in gray rolled his eyes and narrated legends loudly.

The words are full of voice and emotion. As the saying goes, if God closes a door for you, it will definitely open a window for you. At least according to Chen Yuan,

This is the most delicious book he has ever heard.

If it wasn't for important matters, Chen Yuan would definitely listen here, but even passing by here, he still heard something.

It seems to be a story about the Changshan Spear God. A long spear once entered and exited seven times in the thousands of troops, killing Beiman to throw off his helmet and armor, crying for his father and mother.

I don't know how many artistic processing ingredients are in it.

Anyway, the legend about him in Tangshan has reached an outrageous level, as if without him, the whole world would collapse.

But he didn't pay much attention to the name of that spear god.

What is Zhao called?

Without thinking about it, Chen Yuan continued to move forward, passing through the entire market quickly at his speed, but there was no trace of the chance, which made him fix his eyes.

Just about to prepare Yu Kong to search again, suddenly, a thin and small figure came from the distance of the market, it was a young man with patches on his clothes, he looked like a beggar, and he was carrying a big burden on his back, but he looked like a beggar. Very tenacious.

But this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the sky eye reacted, and a cyan light of opportunity shone on the boy's body, and the opportunity came.

Chen Yuan stopped and did not move. The young man walked to the edge of the market and stopped, heaved a sigh of relief, put the bundle on the ground and opened it, revealing the contents inside.

It was a pair of brand new sandals.

Staring at him, Chen Yuan stepped forward slowly, walked up to the boy, 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 luxuriously dressed man actually came forward to ask about the straw sandals, he still said truthfully:

Look at what you said, our straw sandals are definitely the only ones in Changshan Mansion

What a big tone, what's the name of the little brother?

The little beggar pondered for a moment, not sure what the other party's purpose was, after thinking about it, he still didn't hide it:

My friends in the city call me Stone, so you can call me that.

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:

Did you ask for the name when you bought the straw sandals?

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