Immortal cultivation starts with copying

Although the middle-aged cultivator was relieved, the little Tai Sui was his benefactor, who had provided him with good food and drink over the years, and he could not just abandon him because of a word from the other party.

"Daoyou, can you give me some face? It is easier to resolve an embarrassment than to make one..."

Chen Yunhao had already been furious tonight, and he would not let the main culprit escape.

"I am afraid I can't give you face for this irreconcilable feud, Daoyou, so why not have a fight first!"

Chen Yunhao's face was gloomy and his tone was firm. There was no room for negotiation on this matter.

The night was long and dreams were many. If he didn't solve the cultivator in front of him first, once the commotion got bigger, it would be difficult for him, a cultivator, to attack mortals openly in this state capital city.

The middle-aged cultivator was old and cunning, so how could he not hear what Chen Yunhao meant.

Although he had poor innate aptitude and had only reached the third level of Qi Refining after decades of cultivation, he was confident that he could fight against the immature Chen Yunhao.

The middle-aged cultivator shouted coldly and waved his index fingers repeatedly. He didn't even say hello and took the initiative.

Several feet long water arrows appeared out of thin air, and rushed towards Chen Yunhao with a whizzing sound.

After all, it was the first real battle. The fighting in the world of immortal cultivation is life-and-death struggle, and it has never been a joke.

Although Chen Yunhao had no experience in the world of immortal cultivation, he was still very clear about this. He had heard many stories from his senior brothers and uncles in the sect.

The middle-aged cultivator obviously had a water-attributed spiritual root, but the quality of the spiritual root was not good, either four or five spiritual roots.

Although the water arrow technique looked very bluffing at first glance, after all, the middle-aged cultivator's cultivation was low, and in Chen Yunhao's opinion, the power was much worse.

Chen Yunhao flicked the five fingers of his right hand, and several fireballs as big as face basins shot out.

This is the most common fire technique in the world of immortal cultivation. Of course, it also depends on the spiritual roots of the person who casts the technique. Only cultivators with fire spiritual roots can cast fire techniques with the greatest power.

It is true that Chen Yunhao has fire spiritual roots, but he is not a single spiritual root. A single spiritual root means that he has only one spiritual root.

Cultivators with single spiritual roots are the best embryos for immortal cultivation, and their cultivation speed is much higher than that of cultivators with multiple spiritual roots.

The worst among cultivators are spiritual roots with all five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, which are also called waste spiritual roots.

In addition to the fire spiritual root, Chen Yunhao also has a mutant thunder spiritual root.

This thunder spiritual root is not among the five elements, so it is also called an alien spiritual root, which means that Chen Yunhao has both thunder and fire spiritual roots.

As for his spiritual root, it can be said to be quite unique. Although his cultivation speed is not as fast as that of the heavenly spiritual root, he is also gifted.

The only point is that there are not many techniques that can be cultivated by thunder spiritual roots, which are far less common than fire spiritual roots.

So far, Chen Yunhao has been practicing the Fire God Technique inherited from his master, but he has never practiced the techniques related to the Thunder Spirit Root, because there is no related technique in his master.

With a few bangs, several water arrows were not only intercepted by the fireball halfway, but the fireball even had enough energy to pounce on the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk obviously had more experience in fighting. He pinched a talisman in his hand and threw it out gently.

The talisman turned into a water curtain in the air, which wrapped several fireballs in it.

With a crackling sound, several fireballs went out, and of course the water curtain transformed by the talisman also turned into mist.

Chen Yunhao's eyes condensed, and he had to be more alert this time.

You know, the talisman is not cheap for him. The few spirit stones distributed by the master every month are not enough for him to practice, so how can he have spare money to buy talismans.

Since the opponent has the talisman, he will not have the upper hand if he fights with him.

Because the talisman hardly consumes the true qi in the cultivator's body, and it is unknown how many talismans the middle-aged cultivator has in his hand, Chen Yunhao dare not gamble.

Besides, the current situation can only be a quick battle.

Chen Yunhao stretched out his hand and slapped the storage bag on his waist, a cold light rose from the sky, and he pointed with two fingers.

It was the middle-grade magic weapon flying sword given to him by his master after he entered the sect.

Taking advantage of the faint moonlight, the flying sword flashed like a ghost.

The middle-aged cultivator's face changed, and he also touched his waist, and a three-foot round shield appeared in front of him.

There was a crisp sound of metal intersecting, and the next moment, the round shield was split into two, and it couldn't even block the attack of the flying sword.

This surprised Chen Yunhao greatly, thinking that the round shield was not even a magic weapon, let alone a mainstream one.

All the cultivators who play with flying swords know that the characteristics of flying swords are to move forward without hesitation and to be strong rather than yield.

After breaking the round shield, the flying sword continued to move forward and pierced the forehead of the middle-aged cultivator with just one blow.

This scene was both expected and unexpected.

After all, the middle-aged cultivator's cultivation was too low. One was in the early stage of Qi Refining and the other was in the middle stage of Qi Refining. They crossed a class, and the cultivation was very different.

Besides, the cultivators who lived among mortals could be said to be the paupers in the world of immortal cultivation. They could not survive and would hide among mortals when they had nowhere to go.

These paupers were all paupers. They had no resources and no means. They just wanted to bluff mortals.

Looking at the lights gradually lighting up in the front and middle yards, Chen Yunhao pointed again with two fingers.

"Go..."

The flying sword turned into a cold light, penetrated the window, and returned in the house with a single point.

The next moment a scream was heard. Looking at the little Tai Sui hiding under the bed, there was a big hole between his eyebrows, and blood mixed with brain matter slowly flowed out.

Chen Yunhao tapped his toes lightly, took a step across several feet, stretched out his hand to grab the storage bag on the waist of the middle-aged monk, and then a ball of fire fell on the body of the middle-aged monk.

Chen Yunhao completed these actions in one go, without any drag. When the wooden door of the backyard opened, he had already crossed the courtyard wall.

Wang Dalang did not sleep that night, and paced back and forth in his yard anxiously.

Although he had seen the magical methods of his brother-in-law, the Brotherhood was after all numerous and powerful. If there was any mistake, the consequences would be unimaginable.

When he looked up and saw Chen Yunhao falling from the sky, his heart was finally put down.

Seeing Zhen Yunhao smiling and nodding at him.

"Okay..." Wang Dalang clapped his hands excitedly.

Although Chen Yunhao did not tell Wang Dalang the specific details after he came back.

But the destruction of the Brotherhood and the death of Little Taisui were big news in this city, and the news spread like wildfire in just one morning.

On that day, many people in the city set off firecrackers and told each other about it. The atmosphere was no less than the New Year.

Chen Yunhao was not in a hurry to leave. His elder sister was his only relative in the mortal world. If he left this time, it would be a long time before they could see each other again.