The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

The last thing to consider is the cultivation of those around you.

The three girls have wasted three whole years of precious time. Nothing should happen again that affects their cultivation, and they must try to ensure that they have enough elixirs and spiritual stones.

But this is not a problem in the short term. After all, he has given them enough pills to take for ten years. When Gan Weiwei takes over, he will dispatch a few elders to Lindan Peak and let Wang Yan take them for a month or two to get started with the peak. This can free them from the complicated affairs within the peak.

I have so many spirit stones now. When my master comes out of seclusion, I will ask him to refine a few spirit gathering formations for Tong Xi and the others. Anyway, I can afford it.

Naturally, Leng Bingqing is among the people around her, but she is already a disciple of Huo Xiaoyan, the Supreme Elder of Yunlan Sect. She should not be short of training resources, and Leng Bingqing's qualifications are the best among all, and she also has spiritual eyes. With Binghua in hand, she should be able to practice very quickly, so I don't have to worry about her practice for the time being.

Finally, Zhan Nianchuan made general arrangements for the most important things at present:

The first is to deal with the Mo family and his entourage in Beicheng two days later and pull out Liu Weimao's minions. If Liu Weimao takes action personally, he will be killed on the spot at any cost.

The second is to refine the Bleeding Essence Pill so that even if he encounters Ye Shuxiao, he can escape with the help of Blood Shadow Escape and Five Elements Escape.

Third, after Lei Meng came to Lin Dan Peak, he had to hide his power as planned, and at the same time support Gan Weiwei to take charge of Xuantian Sect, Wang Yan to take charge of Yunlong Peak, Liu Yandan to take charge of Qing Ling Peak, and Lei Meng to take charge of the Alchemy Palace. , the master of the Weapon Refining Hall, Wu Xuepeng, and other peaks were mainly able to surrender to Gan Weiwei, so they were allowed to stay. If they were not convinced, they would be killed directly. As long as the integration was completed, the Xuantian Sect would have only one voice.

When everything is completed, all he needs to do is keep a low profile, quietly accumulate strength, and wait for Tong Dachuan to break through and form the elixir. Then he will feel a little more relaxed, and then he can start planning for the next step.

After considering all the matters, Zhan Nianchuan directly took a middle-grade pill, sat on the Spirit Gathering Formation and started practicing.

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Two days later, a ray of light rushed out of the sect's formation and shot towards the north.

Zhan Nianchuan stepped on the red flying sword and moved towards the north city in a leisurely manner according to the normal escape speed of a sixth-level Qi Condensation disciple.

Although his current strength far exceeds that of the same level, Zhan Nianchuan believes that no one can be too careful when the opponent is obviously going to attack him and his cultivation level is far beyond his own.

Of course, Zhan Nianchuan thought that setting a trap was unlikely. After all, in their eyes, he was just a young disciple at the fifth level of the Qi Condensation Realm. They would most likely send someone to find him and take action directly.

Who will come? Zhan Nianchuan guessed silently in his heart.

As Zhan Nianchuan left Xuantian Sect, the news quickly reached Liu Weimao's ears.

"He left the Xuantian Sect alone?" Liu Weimao was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Zhan Nianchuan would take over this task and actually go.

"Yes." The disciple kneeling on His Highness replied respectfully.

After ordering his disciples to retreat, Liu Weimao's eyes flashed and he immediately threw out a Wanli Talisman.

In the air more than a thousand miles away from Beicheng, Zhan Nianchuan was flying forward.

Suddenly, a cold look appeared on his face and he stopped in mid-air.

In his perception, more than two miles ahead, a young man wearing black clothes and a fierce look was checking and questioning the passing monks from the air. Although he let him go with just a few words, Zhan Nianchuan still felt it. Liu Weimao had a strong murderous intention.

Zhan Nianchuan smiled coldly and flew directly towards the young man in black. He wanted to see what tricks the other party was playing.

Soon, the young man in black who was interrogating the monks who entered Beicheng also discovered him. When he saw Zhan Nianchuan's face clearly, the young man in black had a look of surprise on his face, raised his hand and sent out a transmission note, and then laughed loudly. He flew over with a smile:

"Zhan Nianchuan?"

Seeing Zhan Nianchuan's indifferent expression, this disciple at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Condensation became angry. He directly drew his sword and said with a sinister smile:

"Why are you so arrogant? Let you know how powerful senior brother is..."

Before he finished speaking, several fireballs emitting blazing heat hit his chest and abdomen with a shrieking sound. He was so horrified that he quickly swallowed the rest of the sentence and knocked down the fireballs with several swords.

However, he had just tried his best to knock away the last fireball, but found in despair that Zhan Nianchuan had already arrived at his side, and swung a punch that could break mountains and rocks, hitting the man in black firmly. The young man's face.

With a scream and several teeth flying out, the young man in black was punched away by Zhan Nianchuan. He fell directly from the air and fell heavily to the ground. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

All this took just two or three breaths, and this disciple at the eighth level of Qi Condensation had already been seriously injured by Zhan Nianchuan!

Zhan Nianchuan had no intention of leaving, but floated down, waving his hands in unison, setting up a trapping dragon formation on the ground.

After a cup of tea, Zhan Nianchuan had just finished setting up the formation when two small black spots appeared in the sky in the distance, grew rapidly, and finally landed five feet in front of Zhan Nianchuan.

The leader is a strong man with white beard and white hair but still fierce and vigorous. It is Bai Tianchi, the master of Yunlong Peak.

He looked at the disciple who was lying motionless on the side, frowned, and said lightly:

"You have a bad temper, boy, how dare you hurt my disciple."

"So what if I hurt him?" Zhan Nianchuan looked at Bai Tianchi indifferently, "Uncle Bai is here to invite me to tea, right? Besides, you, a disciple, took action as soon as he saw me. , there is no trace of sect kindness."

When he saw that the visitor was Bai Tianchi, he was a little disappointed, but he also took it for granted. After all, in Liu Weimao's eyes, he was just like a little ant, not worth doing anything himself.

The disciple in black next to him became furious after hearing this, and immediately stepped forward and shouted:

"Boy, if you dare to be disrespectful to my master and hurt my junior brother, you will risk your life..."

As soon as he said this, Zhan Nianchuan stomped his feet hard, and the ground suddenly shook violently. A huge force was immediately transmitted to the disciple's feet through the cracked gap, making him unstable for a while.

And as the ground cracked, dozens of flying needles flew upwards like a rainstorm, shooting hard towards his lower body.

The incident happened suddenly, and the disciple was so frightened that he immediately jumped up and swept his sword downwards, trying to knock down the flying needle.

However, as soon as he jumped a few feet, he felt the strong wind roaring above his head, and a foot fell from the sky, with a force of nearly one million kilograms, and slammed down on his head.

In despair, this disciple threw out all the talismans in his body and turned them into layers of light curtains above his head, hoping to block Zhan Nianchuan's attack.