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

The four of them were scared to death, yelled, and fled in four different directions.

"I really don't know how to live or die, and I actually want to escape."

The young Foundation Establishment Realm monk showed an impatient expression and flicked out four fingers.

The four fleeing monks only managed to escape for more than a hundred steps before they fell to the ground and stopped moving as if struck by lightning.

"Uncle Master is mighty!"

"With Uncle Master here, our Yellow Maple Valley will definitely win this time!"

The seriously injured Huang Maple Valley disciple saw that the murderers of Junior Sister Chen had been killed. He was excited and sentimental. He knelt down and cheered loudly for his elder.

"Get up, thank you for your hard work. I'll leave first if I have something else to do. I may not be able to keep these elixirs and magic weapons if I leave them to you, so I'll leave these talismans to you."

This mysterious Foundation Establishment Realm monk put away the body of the violent bear, all storage bags and magic weapons with a wave of his hand, and instantly erased all the imprints of divine consciousness. He took out more than a hundred low-level talismans and threw them to this disciple.

"Thank you elder for the reward. If you dare to ask the elder's name, I will keep it in mind." The disciple looked happy. Although these talismans were not valuable, they were numerous, at least thousands of spirit stones, and the talismans were particularly easy to use.

"You don't know me?" The mysterious monk's voice was very indifferent.

The disciple then raised his head, with an expression of disbelief on his face, and his body even trembled slightly due to excessive excitement.

"Thank...Thank you, Palace Master!"

At this time, the appearance of the mysterious Foundation Establishment Realm monk has changed drastically, becoming a sturdy, slightly old man with extremely steady eyes.

No wonder this disciple was so excited. The man in front of him was Xie Nantian, the master of the Yellow Maple Valley Alchemy Palace. He was in the late stage of foundation building and was also the Taoist companion of the Supreme Elder Ye Shuxiao of the Yellow Maple Valley. If there is this monk in Yellow Maple Valley who can crush everyone in the cultivation realm, why not take most of the elixirs in the entire secret realm into his pocket?

Xie Nantian looked at the excited disciple indifferently and shot towards the north.

...

High in the sky, Xie Nantian has returned to the appearance of an ordinary-looking young disciple. He fully releases his powerful spiritual consciousness and searches for every elixir and monk nearby. As long as he finds a target worth taking action, he will directly crush it. kill.

Now in his storage bag, there are nearly a hundred elixirs for refining foundation-building pills, as well as some precious elixirs unique to the secret realm that he discovered.

"It's really unlucky that I was teleported to the extreme southwest edge of the secret realm. It's tens of thousands of miles away from that place, and it's also too far away from Blackwood Cliff." Palace Master Xie was a little depressed, but then he comforted himself.

"It doesn't matter if you are far away. There are quite a lot of big things along the way. Just snatch and kill them all the way. Speaking of Lao Wu, this gambling battle is really big. Haha, as the master of the Alchemy Palace, I spend a lot of money. Having paid such a heavy price to enter the secret realm, it is natural to kill as many monks as possible in this secret realm and snatch away all the elixirs."

"As long as I get that thing, the strength of the senior leaders of our sect will definitely increase dramatically, and I have already killed the potential juniors of other sects, and then I will refine all the elixirs into foundation-building pills and distribute them to my juniors. In the near future, Even if we, Huang Maple Valley, unify the five sects, monopolize the entire Southern Foot Secret Realm, and become an intermediate sect like the Yunlan Sect, it is not a dream!"

Thinking of the good things, even a veteran monk like him, who has been practicing for nearly two hundred years, can't help but tremble slightly.

The high-grade Xuanji flying sword under his feet became a little faster.

...

At this time, Zhan Nianchuan was flying all the way towards Shipu Stream, unaware that he was already being closely watched by two groups of people.

This is not because he is not careful, but in this secret realm with a radius of 100,000 miles, it is difficult to move without a locating magic weapon. Whether it is to determine his own position, find someone, or find the origin of the elixir, he must use it.

He only took out the locating instrument for a moment each time, and once he confirmed his position, he immediately put it back in the storage bag.

Although he took out the positioning weapon very rarely, people still estimated his approximate location and worked together to try to find him.

Along the way, he met several disciples from various sects. Some disciples' eyes lit up when they saw his cultivation at the third level of Qi Condensation. They thought he was a soft persimmon and came to snatch him. Only to find out that this disciple was actually a tough one, with three punches. He beat them to pieces with just two kicks, and even their lives were lost in Zhan Nianchuan's hands.

Several other disciples were confused about the situation and thought he was showing weakness on purpose, but they were unwilling to give up and followed him from a distance. When they saw Zhan Nianchuan's display of strength, they were horrified and quickly disappeared into the distance.

Zhan Nianchuan was too lazy to chase them. His first goal was to rush to Shipu Stream to fight for the Seven Star Grass there.

On this day, when Zhan Nianchuan was flying with all his strength, his expression suddenly changed, and Yujian stayed in the air.

More than a hundred feet ahead, two Lindan Peak disciples were looking at him with smiles.

One disciple had a full beard, and the other was a short, fat old man. They were the two people who had planned to intercept and kill Zhan Nianchuan.

They ran all the way and kept on going. Fortunately, they didn't encounter other people's obstruction and arrived here smoothly.

Seeing Zhan Nianchuan stop and look at them constantly, the two looked at each other and laughed.

"Junior Brother Zhan! I haven't seen you for a long time. I really miss you."

"You made it so hard for us to find you, Junior Brother Zhan!"

Zhan Nianchuan's eyes flashed, he smiled, and greeted warmly:

"Senior Brother Liu Feng, Senior Brother Ma Long, where did you teleport to? I ran thousands of miles and didn't see you. I didn't expect that you two would be waiting for me here. I really don't deserve it."

The bearded Liu Feng cursed inwardly and smiled:

"Junior Brother Zhan, why are you so far away? Come over and get close to us brothers."

"Yes, Junior Brother Zhan has been a disciple for more than three years, but we haven't chatted together yet." The short and fat disciple Ma Long also smiled.

Zhan Nianchuan didn't comment, and took out the positioning magic tool in the peak. At a glance, his eyes suddenly sank. He saw two red light spots behind him rushing towards him at a rapid speed. They were only a few miles away and could arrive in an instant.

"Four people, this is too much for me, Zhan Nianchuan."

Putting away the positioning magic weapon, Zhan Nianchuan looked up at the two people in front of him, and said coldly:

"Senior Brother Liu, Senior Brother Ma, I have never offended you, is it necessary to do this?"

Liu Feng laughed grimly, looked at Zhan Nianchuan with a dead look, and answered frankly:

"It is necessary, Junior Brother Zhan, who told you to be so outstanding? You actually have six foundation-building pills on you, do you think we can't be tempted?"