Immortal, I have mediocre qualifications

Alone in the wilderness.

This should have been a sad thing, but the young man dressed like a noble prince was humming a song, walking steadily, walking through mountains and rivers without any trace of hardship.

Jing Zichu had reason to be happy. He ransacked a medicine garden and obtained a large amount of spiritual herbs. As long as he found a black market to resell them, it would be enough for him to reach the sixth level of Qi Refining by two small steps.

The steward of the medicine garden probably thought that the spiritual grass was really taken over by monsters.

Ninghua Beiyuan was the property of Guangxiu Immortal Sect. He did not dare to underestimate it. Even if he had the ability to kill all the servants, he still slowly planned and arranged the illusion of monsters raging.

The effect was very good. He successfully cleared away the suspicion and played tricks on those people.

The next step was to escape. When the Guangxiu Immortal Sect noticed something, he also fled.

Zhizhizhi...

A mouse the size of a fist ran out of Jing Zichu's collar. Its fur was smooth, its eyes were blood-red, but they shone with a lively luster, and its head was slightly raised, as if asking for credit.

Your contribution is not small. I will reward you well when we are safe.

Jing Zichu explained softly that the existence of the bloodthirsty rats must not be exposed. The advantages of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect are not so greedy. If they are discovered, one person and one rat will definitely die.

The reason why he took the risk was that money and silk attracted people's hearts. He was barefoot and had no other career. He thought that if he took a risk and ran away, he would not be discovered after all.

Ignorant casual cultivators are really bold.

Chen Sheng relied on his cultivation at the seventh level of Qi Refining to pursue the case. After many twists and turns, he finally caught the culprit.

At this time, his Taixuan Breath Condensation Technique was operating to the extreme, and the breath all over his body was completely covered, like grass, trees and stones, inconspicuous.

Only one pair of eyes stared at Jing Zichu and the bloodthirsty rat through the mottled leaves, slowly making calculations in his heart.

A sixth level of Qi refining.

A fourth level of Qi refining.

Head-on, he has a good chance of winning.

However, there is no need to be fair when dealing with such treacherous people, especially Jing Zichu. As the master of the bloodthirsty rat, it is very likely that when life and death are in danger, he will sacrifice the bloodthirsty rat and run away alone.

He doesn't have an absolute advantage in terms of speed, so it's better to be more defensive.

Mix the spirit to attract the incense and lure you into the urn.

Chen Sheng thought of a way. When he was learning alchemy knowledge from Xi Fu, he had seen a recipe that used several common spiritual herbs to make a paste, and then roasted it over fire, which would emit a unique aroma.

This aroma is like the aroma exuded when the spiritual grass matures, and it has a certain hallucinogenic effect, which makes people believe it.

After deducing Jing Zichu's route, he overtook the car at a curve and came to a leeward hillside. He prepared Ling Yin Incense and roasted it over a small fire. A strange aroma immediately wafted in all directions.

Immediately, he found an inconspicuous tree stump with grass on both sides, lurked down, and placed his body at the best angle for drawing the sword, waiting for a sharp blow.

Huh? What smell.

Jing Zichu's nose twitched slightly and he smelled a very comfortable scent in the air.

Zhizhizhi...

The bloodthirsty rat ran out, jumping up and down, its blood-red eyes showing excitement, gesturing with its hands and feet, pointing to the direction where the incense rose.

You mean there is a precious spiritual grass hidden behind that hillside.

Yushou and Jingzi had an understanding at first, and he understood the meaning of the bloodthirsty rat. His eyes lit up. There were many treasures in the mountains, and it was not uncommon for precious spiritual herbs to be born.

squeak

The bloodthirsty rat kept beating, indicating that it was correct.

Okay, let's go there.

Jingzi was very interested at first, and he was really lucky. First he cut a large amount of spiritual grass in Ninghua Beiyuan, and then he met the spiritual grass. Maybe his cultivation path began to become smoother.

One person and one mouse walked towards Ling Yinxiang.

The closer you get, the more fragrant the scent of the rare spiritual grass becomes, making people's hearts beat with joy and can't bear it.

Let's go and take a look first.

Jing Zichu was a cunning person after all, and as he was getting closer and closer to his goal, he slowed down and let the bloodthirsty rat take the lead. After all, it was his spiritual pet and could not eat alone without his consent.

The bloodthirsty rat didn't know the calculations of people. After getting the consent of the beast master, it jumped towards the back hillside.

All this fell into Chen Sheng's eyes. He was unmoved, just dormant quietly, watching the bloodthirsty rat run away with a cold eye, all eyes on Jing Zichu.

Jing Zichu was very cautious, but it was just his nature and he didn't find any traces.

The distance between the two is getting closer.

near-point.

Closer.

Chen Sheng was lurking in the mountains and fields, his head tilted slightly upward. The mottled leaves and grass covered his hair color. The iron sword was firmly attached to the surface of the rocks.

His eyes were always sharp and firm, firmly locked on Jing Zichu.

He could feel that most of Jing Zichu's attention was drawn by Ling Yin Xiang. There was greed in it, and the phantom effect of Ling Yin Xiang itself was at work.

It seems that he can draw his sword soon.

squeak?

At this time, the bloodthirsty rat entered the back of the hillside and briefly left Jing Zichu's sight.

Then, it made a startled sound.

Qiang

at the same time.

The loud sound of sword chants resounded throughout the sky.

Chen Sheng drew his sword.

There was no rare spiritual grass in the first place. He knew that the bloodthirsty rats would definitely issue a warning when they found out the truth, so he had been preparing for it.

The sword of Zhan Xing tried its best to bloom with brilliance.

One foot may seem very far away, but compared with the distance between the earth and the stars, it is extremely close.

The glorious sword shines in the void, and the aura of the person holding the sword is very dim. There is only an iron sword raging, powerful and vigorous.

Trap? Damn it.

Jing Zichu reacted, but it was much too late.

The bloodthirsty rat was not around, so he couldn't pull it to block the sword, so he could only retreat with all his strength, trying his best to save his life.

puff!

Zhan Xing tore his body apart, slashing diagonally from the abdomen to his right shoulder, penetrating deeply into the flesh, leaving deep sword marks on the white bones.

It's almost like cutting him in half. After all, he's not a professional assassin.

Chen Sheng stared at the scene of bloody stabs and shook his head slightly. After all, he was too upright and upright, and he couldn't do the assassination smoothly and neatly.

I have no enmity with you, why do you want to kill me?

Jing Zichu didn't know Chen Sheng's psychology at first, otherwise he would definitely vomit blood. He hurriedly swallowed a lot of wound medicine, and then brought the bloodthirsty rat back to accompany him, so he felt a little safer.

After doing this, he looked at Chen Sheng with a look of fear.

The seventh level of Qi Refining actually launched a sneak attack against the sixth level of Qi Refining. He was afraid of people like this.

With his current injury, he would definitely not fight if he could.

The deacon of Yaolu of Guangxiu Immortal Sect is here to kill the thieves of Ninghua Beiyuan.

Chen Sheng swung the sword, and drops of blood fell. His body stood upright, with an awe-inspiring look.