I am cultivating immortality in the chaotic world

"Let my brother take you down."

The scholar sitting cross-legged on the ground said softly.

The bearded man standing nearby strode straight to the crack on the ground in front of him without any hesitation. He took a step forward, and soon there was a loud banging sound.

The bearded man, the scholar's younger brother, is actually not tall.

Only about six feet.

He could even be described as short, but he couldn't stand being too strong. In addition, the linen clothes on his body were dotted with many animal armors, his face was full of beards, and his body hair was extremely thick.

People can't help but call him a strong man.

Immediately afterwards, the scholar who was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff waved his hand for Chen Yang and the others to come to him. He stretched out his arms and grabbed the corners of their clothes. In the blink of an eye, he had led Chen Yang and the two to the bottom of the cliff.

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Chen Yuan stood on the spot and glanced around. The bottom of the canyon here was hundreds of feet high from the ground. The surrounding ground was full of withered grass and gray stones. The rock walls on both sides exposed to the air were washed away by the rain and left traces.

Looking up, the sky becomes extremely narrow.

The canyon here can't be seen from the beginning or the end. It is extremely long and narrow, but not wide. It can only accommodate eight people standing side by side at most. It is relatively cramped. The rock walls on both sides are covered with caves like honeycombs.

From time to time, a sound like a baby crying can be heard drifting in the wind deep in the canyon.

"arrive."

"My brother will come down to pick you up in an hour."

"Look up when you hear the sound, don't get crushed to death."

The scholar once again made up the familiar Tao formula and said softly: "Kow."

The three-foot green blade shot towards the sky from the cuffs, and then the scholar sitting cross-legged on the rock disappeared, as did the bearded man next to him in the blink of an eye.

After the two left.

Chen Yuan took a deep breath, held Huang Shikai's resentful spirit in his left hand with a somewhat vigilant expression, and looked around: "Get ready to meet the enemy."

His plan is simple.

Since killing monsters during the Qi refining period can lead to a steady progress in cultivation, why should he waste too much time in the Qi refining period? Although he doesn’t have many spiritual stones to buy seriously injured monsters, he can kill them himself. It’s the same thing, but the risk is higher.

What's more, as long as he breaks through the foundation building period, his pink entry can fully play its role.

The best way to improve one's cultivation is to build a foundation as soon as possible.

"Good."

Fei Long breathed a sigh of relief and took out his long sword named "Dragon Slayer" from his arms. He held it tightly in his hand and stood behind Chen Yang, preparing to face the enemy together.

He and Chen Yuan had known each other for just one day.

But the experience of this day was more exciting than the five months he traveled through time!

And next to the cliff above the canyon.

This young man dressed as a scholar sat cross-legged and looked up at the clouds in the sky with a somewhat dazed expression. He did not read the book or crack melon seeds. He seemed to be distracted or in a daze.

"elder brother."

At this time——

The bearded man standing quietly aside suddenly said in a low voice: "He is the first person to squat down and talk to you."

"Why don't you just follow him?"

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Only then did the scholar react. After a while, he couldn't help shaking his head and chuckled: "He can't do it. He is too weak and has no power. He is useless to us."

He had been looking for a good master a long time ago.

But none succeeded.

The reason he gave his brother was that he needed his master to respect him. At least when recruiting him, he could squat down and talk to him without letting him look up.

My younger brother had been dull-witted since he was young and trusted him extremely, so he naturally believed him.

It's just that every force that came to recruit him, let alone squatting down to talk to him, there wasn't even a force that was the head of the family or the leader of the clan who came to recruit him, they were all people from below.

Those family heads and even the elders were not even willing to go there in person, as if going there in person for the sake of the two brothers would be too low a price.

"But."

The bearded man's voice became fainter: "Brother, you can't live much longer. You were once the number one sword cultivator in Great Xia, but your cultivation has now dropped to the third level of Foundation Establishment. If you don't find a good master, you will die."

"Um."

The scholar sitting cross-legged on the ground summoned the pocket version of Sanchi Qingfeng, and looked at this natal spiritual treasure with a complicated expression in front of him, which was constantly trembling and expressing joy as if it had become spiritual. He remained silent and did not speak.

He began to practice at the age of thirteen, perfected the foundation of heaven at the age of fifteen, and entered the golden elixir realm at the age of twenty-four.

The initial entries and the entries obtained in subsequent great realms are extremely suitable for sword cultivation.

And in several secret realms and caves, he obtained various entries and techniques suitable for him!

In the twenty-seventh year, one man fought alone against the top three in Daxia's "Tianjiao Ranking". After three hours of fighting without losing, he beheaded all three of them from their horses and sealed their throats with a sword, thus becoming famous all over the world. !

The world calls him the number one swordsman in Daxia.

Call him young and promising.

Naturally, he felt that he was as high as the sky when he was successful at a young age. After that, he acted more and more as he pleased. He even once believed that sword cultivators should do whatever they want. Those who are timid are not worthy of being called sword cultivators!

Calm down unpleasant things and kill those you hate.

He believed that there was nothing in the world that he could not rectify, and there was no one in the world that he could not kill.

He offended countless people, but no one could keep him. The world only knew that he, "White Yi", was the number one swordsman in Daxia, but no one knew that he had a younger brother, and that he and his younger brother had a blood relationship.

No matter where he went, his younger brother was always waiting for him within ten thousand miles.

Once he encountered an accident, he would teleport away immediately.

Yes, the teleportation range of their bloodline entry was not a hundred miles, but ten thousand miles. As long as he wanted to leave, no one in the world could stop him.

His younger brother was a little stupid. Every time he went home and told his younger brother about his prestige outside, his younger brother was always puzzled and boring, and just told him to be careful.

He didn't know what to be careful.

He only knew that when everyone in the world was discussing him and when everyone in the world called him the first sword cultivator in Daxia, he was very happy.

He would even stop and secretly listen to those people's admiration for him.

Later.

Later, he finally fell. There is no eternal myth in the world. His reputation in Daxia was not only well-known to everyone, but also known to half of the people, but now no one is talking about him.

It's as if Daxia has never had a first sword cultivator.

Or there is already a new first sword cultivator.

Only four years later, he died, died in the world.

No one talked about him anymore.

No more storytellers recounted his deeds in a rhythmic way.

In that battle, he was seriously injured by three great late Jindan masters, and escaped by faking his death. His cultivation declined significantly, and the bone-eating poison was planted in his body. He had no choice but to wait for death. He had to change his appearance and name, and took his brother to hide in this corner of Fufeng City in Daxia.

There was only one condition for recruiting him, that is, to give him a "Heavenly Dao Jade".

The price was 3,000 spirit stones.

With the Heavenly Dao Jade, although he could not recover to the Jindan stage, he could solve the bone-eating poison in his body, making himself less painful on weekdays, without the danger of death, and live for decades longer.

And in these decades, he can protect his brother again.

Although he is not as powerful as before.

But at least he has no worries about food and clothing.

It's just that this price. No force can offer it, and no force is willing to offer it. He can't say that he used to be the first sword cultivator in Daxia and is worth this price.