From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

A place far away.

Qi Jingchun suppressed a demon-possessed monk from the Jade Pu Realm and reduced his bones to ashes. He had been cultivating himself for sixty years, but now this group of people kept challenging his bottom line. This monk from the Jade Pu Realm who was ready to start a killing spree and massacre the townspeople was just a bait.

A secular dynasty that does not wish to see the rise of Dali.

Scholars who regard the lineage of literary sages as enemies.

A demonic monk who attempts to seize the opportunity.

Troubles come one after another.

Suddenly, Qi Jingchun's expression was complicated. The young Chen Pingan made an unreasonable choice. A gentleman should not save others and should protect himself, which is the Confucian teaching, but the book also says that one should not shirk one's responsibility.

With a breath, the middle-aged Confucian scholar entered the fourteenth realm. Unfortunately, this was not a good thing. The integration of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism required terrifying accumulation. He was only over two hundred years old. Entering the fourteenth realm now meant giving up the opportunity to establish a religion and be called the founder.

A Confucian character for destiny, Jing, leaves the body and rises into the air.

In just a moment, the magic power of all the outsiders not only became dormant, but also solidified. The stronger the physique of the warrior, the slower he moved, as if he was in a quagmire.

Due to the strong pressure from the double-digit upper five realms, the word "Jing" began to crack at an extremely slow speed.

Qi Jingchun smiled leisurely.

In the backyard of Yang’s shop, Old Man Yang looked up at the sky.

"What a bad temper."

……

In a small town.

Zhigui didn't know where to run, so he could only go to find Chen Ping'an's good friend Liu Xianyang first.

Kicking the gate open, Liu Xianyang saw the girl's pretty face blushing a little, and then her expression suddenly changed.

"Who did I offend?"

He hurriedly took Chen Ping'an, sniffed his breath, and then collapsed to the ground.

Zhigui explained the whole story while breathing heavily.

"A blue-shirted swordsman?"

Zhou Shenzhi walked out slowly, just like an old man taking a walk after dinner.

Zhigui described the enemy's appearance in detail.

"Please ask the two of you to save my son."

Zhou Shenzhi said slowly, "You smell like a dragon, so I can probably guess who he is. Now the saint is angry, he has become a giant, and he has the advantage of time, place and people. We outsiders are no different from ordinary people. At most, we have thicker skin and flesh, and we know some martial arts. We can't beat the overwhelming force of numbers. You beg me, why don't you gather the neighbors and villagers to beat him up."

Zhigui was in a dilemma because she and the young master were not very popular.

Liu Xianyang clapped his hands with his fists, his eyes brightening, "Gather some money! As long as we have money, it won't be a problem to find someone to beat him up."

Liu Xianyang turned to look at the old man and said, "Old Zhou, lend me some money. Chen Pingan and I will pay you back three times the amount later."

"Who wants it?"

"I will be your registered disciple."

"But then again, everything can be discussed."

Zhou Shenzhi's face turned red, and he exerted great strength to open the thing he was carrying with him.

A small hill was filled with golden leaves.

In fact, Chen Pingan had been awake for a while. He was thinking about countermeasures. Seeing this, he was stunned for a moment and couldn't help covering his face with his hands. How long would he have to wait for this?

"You are pretending to sleep, right?"

"Headache, just got better."

……

Half an hour later.

Dozens of young and strong men rushed to Niping Lane, kicked open the door, and saw the old man in green clothes covered in blood, with more than 20 corpses lying around him.

"What a Qi Jingchun." Chen Qingliu's eyes were heavy. Ordinary people might turn a blind eye to it, but he could see that the weapons in the hands of these townspeople were flowing with righteousness. They were of extremely high quality and came from giants in the fourteenth realm. They could destroy the physique of a warrior at the cost of wearing away the power of a saint.

"This guy must be some kind of gangster."

"We can't let him go. It will be hard to catch him again."

"One by one, wear him down."

Among the crowd, Li Er, a well-known coward in the local area, was the first to throw out a dung fork.

Chen Qingliu dodged sideways. Various forks and rakes attacked him one after another, and he was overwhelmed. He blocked them one by one with his sword.

He was already seriously injured, and was in a dilemma when he was stabbed in the abdomen by a stick. The stick, which should have shattered, seemed to have become extremely sharp and penetrated deeply into his flesh.

"There's a show!"

"Strong on the outside but weak on the inside, I thought it was some kind of monster."

"Go together!"

A large crowd of people flocked in.

Next door, three heads were watching quietly.

Wang Ye was so frightened that his heart was broken. This cave was too weird. The first to take action was a warrior of the ninth realm, followed by the gatekeeper who was a warrior of the eighth realm. The old coachman who was mixed in with them was not simple either. Young Taoist Lu changed his clothes and was not noticeable at all.

Jiang Yuan pondered. He was not much different from ordinary people now, except that he was better at martial arts. The entire Lizhu Cave Heaven had become a lifeless place created by Qi Jingchun. Any immortal, who was high above, could die in the quagmire.

"Su Jia, go and lock the door."

Su Jia retracted his head, turned around and ran to the door.

Among the attacking crowd, a scholar named Li Xisheng was panting. He picked up a stone and threw it at the stranger, almost knocking himself to the ground.

Lu Chen helped him up considerately, with a strange look on his face, and said with a smile:

“We’re in this together.”

Li Xisheng's eyes were filled with surprise, and he inexplicably developed a sense of closeness to the young Taoist in front of him.

"Okay."

Lu Chen laughed and had the urge to call his second senior brother as well. When he turned around and told him what happened today, the serious and steady second senior brother would probably be in tears and laughter. Li Xisheng was one of the reincarnations of the Taoist master, but it was not time for them to recognize each other yet.

The offensive was like a tide, and Chen Qingliu secretly resented it. These were all local residents of the town. If he killed one of them, it would give Qi Jingchun the opportunity to take action.

In the chaos, Chen Pingan dragged Song Jixin and Miss Ning away from the ground. Both of them were not dead, but were seriously injured.

Ning Yao stared at the young man.

Chen Pingan was at a loss, "Miss Ning, I have no ill intentions and I don't want to take advantage of you."

"I can't move now. It's the custom in my hometown that women have a skirt-pressing knife on their bodies. You can use it to hit that guy. This knife is very fast. It was made from the broken sword of the boss in my hometown. My parents gave it to me. The remaining sword power is enough to make him drink a pot. Go quickly."

Chen Pingan was at a loss: "Where is the knife?"

Ning Yao blushed and said angrily: "Of course it's under the skirt!"

Chen Ping'an silently lifted his skirt slightly and pulled out the dagger tied to his thigh. Miss Ning's thighs were white. She must not have done much hard labor when she was a child. Her family background must be much better than his.

In the study, a middle-aged scholar was engraving, his temples were white, but suddenly he smiled, and with a light flick of his lips, a strong sense of righteousness was released, and his white hair grew silently.

In the chaos, Chen Pingan sneaked up to the enemy, his heart pounding. Fortunately, no one saw him. When the distance was close enough, he rushed forward suddenly, tightly grasping the hilt of the knife with both hands.

The old man in green robe felt a pain in his heart, his eyes were filled with anger and astonishment, a powerful and vast sword intent was injected into him, cruelly destroying the vitality contained in his body.

Just as he was about to turn around, Chen Pingan stabbed him again.

……

A nameless place.

Amid the curling green smoke, the flames of the incense burner rose rapidly.

(End of this chapter)