I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 213 The Little White Cat

"Jingle jingle..."

[Suffering Sky Furnace] twisted its body and cooperated with Zhang Jun's alchemy skills. The flames in the furnace were sometimes fierce and sometimes gentle.

During the alternation between civil and military affairs, Zhang Jun kept investing in [Bolo Pills], and pill pills rolled out of the pill hall from time to time.

But most of them are useless elixirs, or poisonous elixirs, or even hateful elixirs that make people hate them.

The method of refining alchemy is correct, but there is a problem of proportion, and it takes repeated trials to get the answer.

Zhang Jun had a lot of patience, and time passed by unknowingly.

As the optimal proportion of the mixture was completed, a gray pill fell into the pill hall not long after.

[Mission: Improved Boluodan completed, obtained four wishing stars]

Hearing the prompt, Zhang Jun frowned slightly, took out the elixir from the elixir furnace, held it on his fingertips and looked at it carefully.

【Palate of Hate Boluodan】

It is specially formulated to be immune to hatred within one stick of incense.

Can be used in stacks.

However, there are certain side effects. For those who take this elixir, any elixir they take during the period will be ineffective.

Looking at the prepared pills, Zhang Jun beamed with joy.

As long as he has perfect proportions, the rest will be much easier, but before that, he needs to try it first.

After taking the elixir, Zhang Jun couldn't help but burp for a moment, spitting out a dark and bitter taste.

Then he found that the original hatred in his body disappeared without a trace in an instant, and at the same time, the hatred floating in the surrounding air could no longer invade his body at this moment.

"It's done!"

Zhang Jun was secretly happy in his heart. He used the Cloud-breaking Hand to activate the Spirit Tempering Hand and used the batch alchemy technique. In a short time, a large amount of [Bolo Dan] was quickly re-refined and the alchemy was carried out in batches.

In order to prepare rations for the idiot [Shang Tian Lu], Zhang Jun bought a lot of [Boluo Dan] in one go. Who would have thought that Sun Shang Lu wouldn't like to eat it.

Yes, now everything comes into play.

50 spirit stones per piece, Zhang Jun was now counting on his fingers how many spirit stones he would have to sell to be able to afford his hard work.

After all the [Boluo Dan] were refined, Zhang Jun used his dark eyes to observe the surroundings. After confirming that there was no danger, he quickly put away the black lamp, summoned the Feiyun Gourd, sat on it and fled out of West Street quickly.

Just wait for the next morning.

Zhang Jun took people shopping and eating. When they slowly arrived at the entrance of West Street, they found that many people were already waiting at the entrance of West Street.

Huang Mao and several other magic masters were there, as well as a group of people. Zhang Jun glanced around with his dark eyes and found that these people had the unique aura of the righteous path flowing around them. They were all masters of the Concentration Realm, and should be the so-called disciples of the righteous path.

In addition to them, there were many people standing aside waiting.

The cultivation levels of these people varied, and most of them were in the Qi Gathering realm, but what surprised him was that the Black Armored Army was also there.

"What are these people doing here?"

Qi Dongyang frowned and glanced at everyone, but Brother Han guessed it at once and said in a low voice: "I guess he is here to explore the way for those princes."

"Oh, if they keep the people fed and clothed so that they don't freeze to death on the streets, then this is still necessary."

Qi Dongyang couldn't help but taunted in a low voice.

Although his voice was very low, the experts present could hear it clearly, and it immediately attracted many people to look over.

Qi Dongyang's expression changed, and he quickly lowered his head and said nothing.

"You are Zhao Ju!"

At this time, a person suddenly walked towards Zhang Jun.

This man has long hair shawl, a white Confucian robe, and a star ring on his head. He is tall and even more beautiful than the woman.

Zhang Junxing came towards Zhang Junxing in a few steps, making everyone immediately feel strong pressure.

Qi Dongyang and others immediately put their hands on the hilt of the knife, but the young man in white glanced at them. In an instant, everyone felt stiff, and the strong aura made them unable to move for a moment.

This is a master of the Condensation Realm, so how can he be compared to them?

Zhang Jun looked at the other person, and suddenly felt that his flowing aura was very special and familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

It wasn't until the other party approached that Zhang Jun suddenly remembered: "Song Guangming is your junior brother?"

The pure Yang energy in the opponent's body was exactly the same as that of Song Guangming back then. Of course, it was also far superior to Song Guangming's I don't know how many times.

"It's rare that you can recognize it."

The man nodded and admitted: "The Chunyang Guan sect broke the world. Last time, my junior brother suffered a broken bone because of you. I will have to deal with you for this debt."

Splitting the Universe's style made everyone shake their heads.

But it is undeniable that such a style is upright and has won the applause of many people.

"You are much brighter than your junior brother. He wanted to sneak attack me at first."

Zhang Jun's words were not aimed at splitting the world, but they were directly tearing Song Guangming's scars. If he hadn't been careful at the beginning, Song Guangming would have almost been plotted against him.

This guy has a bright name, but his behavior is not bright at all.

In comparison, Splitting Qiankun was much more refreshing than him.

Unexpectedly, Split Qiankun also nodded: "It is indeed a loss of light, but there is nothing wrong with being cautious and cautious for each person's master."

In the arena, Song Guangming's face turned red like a monkey's butt.

The little junior sister on the side quickly explained: "Senior Brother Splitting is so innocent, Senior Brother Song, please don't pay attention."

Song Guangming nodded: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Senior brother also said that I was not wrong."

Splitting Qiankun turned back to his team and did not quarrel with Zhang Jun again. He probably would wait until today's incident is over before finding a chance to settle the relationship with Zhang Jun.

"Everyone, do you want to go in with us?"

Zhang Jun looked at everyone and asked.

"Master Zhao, we are not familiar with West Street, so we are taking the liberty to disturb you today. We also ask our brothers to show us the way and take a closer look inside."

A plainly dressed middle-aged man said to Zhang Jun.

Qi Dongyang and others' expressions suddenly darkened, as they were asked to serve as pathfinders.

Zhang Jun looked at this person unabashedly and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am a guest of Prince Rong's residence, Gongsun Shang Que." "You are Bian Que, and you don't have an official status. If you don't have an official status, why don't you worship me when you see me!"

Gongsun Shangque was startled. He was scolded by Zhang Jun in public, and his face turned green and white. When he turned around, he heard someone snickering behind him.

The corner of his mouth twitched a few times, and he suppressed his anger and bowed his hands to Zhang Jun: "Please forgive the abruptness and pay homage to your lord."

Zhang Jun ignored him and led the people forward. When he came to the West Street gate: "Qi Dongyang!"

"I'm humble."

"Assign this patrol mission."

"Yes!"

Qi Dongyang turned around and began to assign the task of patrolling the streets.

Zhang Jun looked around at everyone: "West Street is an important place, and it is strictly forbidden for idlers to enter and exit at will."

As he spoke, he specifically glanced at the guest from Prince Rong's Mansion, causing Gongsun Shangque to clench his fists and stare wide-eyed. He looked at Zhang Jun but dared not say anything in anger.

"Sir Zhao, my humble position is Fan Qi, the commander of the Black Armored Army's Pioneer Battalion. Our visit this time is authorized by the Admiral. This is the Admiral's token."

At this time, the middle-aged man headed by the Black Armor Army stepped forward and took out the token.

Zhang Jun looked at the token and said bluntly: "Oh, you can do whatever you want."

Seeing that Zhang Jun did not dare to stop him, Fan Qi smiled on his face.

Zhang Jun turned around and walked to Qi Dongyang's side, took out the [Repellent Boluo Pill] and handed it to Qi Dongyang: "Give it to everyone, this pill can protect everyone."

Zhang Jun actually had no idea about the effect of [Baladan for Preventing Hate], but if his guess was correct, those auras filled with the word hate were the key to the intrigue.

As long as you shield these auras, generally speaking, and be careful, you should be able to greatly reduce the probability of encountering something strange.

Everyone didn't know why, but when they saw Zhang Jun stuffing one into their mouths, they knew it must be something good and threw it into their mouths.

After Qi Dongyang and the others took the elixir, their bodies felt light, and the unique feeling in West Street disappeared immediately.

"Master Zhao!!"

At this time, Fan Qi stepped forward and said, "Master Zhao, can you give us some pills?"

Zhang Jun looked at him with a strange expression: "My master refined this specially for me, why should I give it to you? You are not my subordinates."

"Ah! This..."

Fan Qi was speechless for a moment. After all, this was a personal item. Zhang Jun had the final say whether to give it to him or not.

Seeing that he had eaten a nail, Fan Qi could only lower his head and retreat.

"set off!"

Qi Dongyang waved his hand and led the group of people to walk forward cautiously.

As for Fan Qi and others, they did not move. They only waited for Zhang Jun and others to go farther before slowly following them.

"Xiang Zhe, Wei Peng, and Zhou Wei, you are responsible for the guard. Chang Hui, Qi Jia, Jin Liangchou, and Xie Mingxuan are responsible for the outer perimeter. The rest are following me."

Every time he walked about twenty steps, Qi Dongyang would deliberately leave some people behind and ask them to light candles and stand guard on the road.

This is done to ensure that people inside can see them when they turn around, and it is also a signal. If the candle in the hand of the person in front suddenly goes out, the people behind must evacuate as soon as possible.

The names Qi Dongyang called out before were all those who had wives, daughters and elderly people at home. The further they went, the more they were single.

"Everyone, be careful! Don't get separated."

Behind them, Huang Mao and his group walked forward slowly.

It was the first time for most people to come to this kind of place, and they looked unnatural when looking at the tomb-like houses in front of them.

At this time, Zhang Jun, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, glanced around, and waved to Qi Dongyang: "Mission accomplished, go back!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Dongyang quickly waved his hand for everyone to follow and retreat carefully.

"Oh, you guys...are you done now?" Fan Qi looked at the Golden Scale Guards who were retreating quickly, his expression changed, he stopped Zhang Jun and said, "Master Zhao, we just came in not far, is this how you patrol West Street?"

"I have the final say on how I patrol. If you don't agree, go to the Admiral and tell me, it's none of my business." Zhang Jun curled his lips.

Fan Qi's face suddenly darkened. He turned back to look at Huang Mao and others. He gritted his teeth and summoned the black armored army. They formed a group of three. They followed Qi Dongyang's example and left a group of people who were twenty steps away to light candles. The rest The people who got off continued to move forward.

Huang Mao watched Zhang Jun leave and hesitated whether to follow him out first, but thinking of this mission, he gritted his teeth and moved forward.

When everyone reached a red line area, they looked ahead and saw clouds covering the front, making the road ahead unclear.

"Otherwise, let's go back first."

Someone suggested quietly.

As soon as I walked into this place, I felt uncomfortable all over.

Huang Mao was fine, but he felt that after entering this place, his cursed body seemed to be emitting curses uncontrollably. If he hadn't suppressed it forcibly, the people around him would have been unlucky.

Fan Qi looked at the red line under his feet, hesitated for a while, and finally did not have the courage to step over it. Just when he was about to ask everyone to turn back, everyone suddenly became quiet and looked sideways ahead.

In the darkness, a light footsteps came closer and closer.

Everyone squinted and looked at it, and even offered their magic weapons one after another.

"Meow!!"

Then a little white cat jumped out from behind the house.

"It's a cat."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw it was a cat.

Wild cats and dogs should not be uncommon in this kind of place.

But at this moment, the cat actually stood up like a human, and let out a little girl's laughter:

"Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, you won't survive if it catches you, little chicken, chicken, run forward, run, run, run, run, if it catches you, you won't survive."

Everyone was stunned, and immediately felt an indescribable force surge around them.

"Not good, let's go!!"

Someone realized something was wrong, jumped up and ran out quickly.

But after running a step or two, his body shrank rapidly and turned into little chickens in an instant...

(End of this chapter)