My life of martial arts training

Five days later.

Pingshanzi sent a message that he had found the traces of the aliens.

"Juyun City?" Shen Yuan frowned slightly, feeling that the name was familiar.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Pingshanzi asked.

"Nothing." Shen Yuan shook his head, remembering that this was the city where his ancient artifacts were detained.

"I'll leave now."

Before leaving, he called Zhang Jingge.

"Have those ancient artifacts returned?" Shen Yuan asked.

"Elder, not yet... not yet." Zhang Jingge was shocked and replied.

"I just happened to be going to Juyun City to deal with the detention." Shen Yuan said lightly.

He looked at Zhang Jingge with a gloomy look: "Are you hiding something from this elder?"

"I deserve to die." Zhang Jingge's face turned pale, cold sweat broke out, he knelt on one knee and replied:

"Some people in the family are greedy for money, and they took advantage of the collection of antiques to do business under your name. This time, because of business matters, the batch of antiques over there was seized."

Shen Yuan frowned slightly. If the water is too clear, there will be no fish. If you want your subordinates to do a good job, you must give them some benefits, but there is a prerequisite, that is, you must do the things you have arranged first.

Although there are not many sources of chaos contained in the antiques, there are still many. If this one is seized, that one is seized, then there is no point in collecting.

"I hope you can give this elder a satisfactory answer on this matter." Shen Yuan patted Zhang Jingge's shoulder and left immediately.

"Hu..."

Zhang Jingge took a long breath, and cold sweat had already wet his back.

In the eyes of the disciples of Medicine King Valley, although Elder Shen has no sense of existence, his personality is also amiable.

But in his eyes, he is a very ruthless person. The other party came back from the ghost market, and the evil spirit on his body was well hidden, but he still sensed it. The extremely strong evil spirit, I don’t know how many people he had to kill to condense it.

"A bunch of trash, they can't even do this!" Zhang Jingge cursed inwardly.

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Juanyun City is located 400 kilometers east of Medicine King City.

Juanyun City has towering peaks, steep terrain, and many underground rivers, so it condenses thick water mist, which lingers in the sky and forms clouds.

When standing on the top of the mountain, you can see the clouds and mist, the clouds rolling and the clouds, which is indeed a great beauty.

Appreciating Yunfeng, the inn on the top of the peak.

On the walls of the inn, there are yellow talismans.

In the hall, fifty or sixty men and women gathered together, all of them looked solemn, as if something big was about to happen. Some of them were obviously trembling with fear.

"Why haven't the people from the Kitchen God Sect come yet?" A tall woman with a ponytail frowned.

"It's better to rely on yourself than on others." A sturdy man sneered and said:

"Since the last tragedy, the Kitchen God Sect has been busy, and there are not so many people at all."

"You make it sound good, what's the situation outside? Do I need to tell you?" The tall woman looked unhappy.

"Once you enter the clouds, with your and my source blood, you can't make it down the mountain, and there are those ghost slaves blocking the way, unless you jump off the cliff!"

"That's better than waiting to die here." The two argued endlessly, each holding the hilt of the knife in their hands.

"Ju Yunting, fellow practitioner Ding, if you want to argue, get out and argue." A calm middle-aged man shouted angrily.

The two glanced at each other, and although their eyes were gloomy, they didn't dare to show it.

"How many days will the food last?" the middle-aged man asked.

Half of the people in the inn were warriors and half were ordinary people.

If it was normal, they would not care about the lives of these ordinary people, but here, once someone died, they would turn into ghost slaves and attack them in turn, so they had to pay a little attention.

"Five days at most." Ju Yunting said in a deep voice.

"Five days?" The middle-aged man frowned and said, "Can we save a little and hold on for a few more days?"

"It's already the most streamlined way, and this is not counting the consumption of warriors. Although we can hold on a little longer, once we fight, we will consume more food." Ju Yunting shook his head.

When everyone heard this, their faces changed immediately. They knew that food was in short supply, but they didn't know that it was so scarce.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and looked at the two people: "You two, what do you think of the previous proposal?"

He had discussed before that ordinary people and low-level warriors should maintain the lowest consumption and ensure that they would not die.

The two men, dressed like guards, frowned slightly and looked at the woman beside them: "Miss, what do you think?"

"Just do what they say." The woman sighed. The situation before her proved that if they stayed in the inn for a long time and did not reduce consumption, more people would die.

"Miss Zhang..." A round-faced, fat man wanted to say something, but was glanced at by the guard and swallowed his words.

"Knock, knock."

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside.

Everyone's face suddenly changed, and they all looked as if they were facing a great enemy, looking at the door nervously.

The ordinary people were even more terrified and trembling.

"Damn it, the ghost slave is here again." The middle-aged man had a gloomy face and growled.

A wisp of white mist tried to get in through the cracks in the wall, but the talismans on the walls of the inn emitted a faint light, blocking the white mist outside.

The knocking lasted for a quarter of an hour before disappearing.

"One, two... nine talismans were consumed."

Despair enveloped everyone's hearts.

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View the foot of Yunfeng Mountain.

"Is this here?" Shen Yuan looked at the mountain peaks wrapped in white mist and frowned.

The Shangyun Peak in front of us is filled with endless white mist, and no trace of the mountain can be seen.

"Yes, senior." A disciple of the Kitchen King nodded.

"You can go back." Shen Yuan said, jumped off the horse and walked straight to Yun Shang Peak.

After entering the thick fog, he did not rush into it, but felt it carefully.

This was just an ordinary mist, nothing unusual, but he had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

Although this is an ordinary thick fog, it has a faint sense of threat.

"Could it be that the ghost rhyme is fused with this ordinary white mist?" He thought in his mind. Although this threat was insignificant to him, it was a real threat after all, so it was better to be careful.

As Shen Yuan walked, he paid attention to the situation nearby.

Cirrus Cloud City had previously arranged for two waves of people to come in. Although they were not professionals, they brought a lot of sophisticated equipment with them. However, there is no news now. It must have been lost here.