Immortal, my aptitude is mediocre

Chapter 12
Chen Ergou is here.

In the small clean courtyard, the state he presents is the most authentic. He is not the proud son of Guangxiu Immortal Sect, nor is he a handsome man who attracts everyone's attention, but just a simple young man.

"Brother Sheng, why can't I see your cultivation?"

With Chen Sheng, he doesn't play tricks, he can say whatever he wants, and ask directly.

"Not long after the breakthrough, how could it be possible to break through again? It's still the second level of Qi Refining."

Chen Sheng said casually: "I have practiced a technique of restraining breath."

According to Deacon Zhou, Chen Ergou is already a monk at the seventh level of qi refining, which is five small realms higher than him.

In this way, it is still impossible to see through his cultivation base. It seems that the cultivation of the Taixuan Breath Containment Technique is still very successful.

"The second level of Qi Refining is too slow."

Chen Ergou felt a little uncomfortable. Chen Sheng had already been a beginner for three or four years, and he had only reached the second level of Qi Refining. This kind of cultivation speed, let alone Guangxiu Immortal Sect, even a casual cultivator with no heels, could overtake it. .

"It's okay to slow down, just walk safely."

Chen Sheng, on the other hand, had a steady mind and didn't appear to be impatient at all.

His way is clear to himself, but others don't understand it, and even if he explains it, he still doesn't understand it.

"That's what I said, but the sky is not forgiving."

Chen Ergou's cultivation base is becoming more and more advanced, and he can feel the existence of longevity more and more, but he is heading towards the direction of breaking.

On the road of cultivating immortals, sometimes time passes in the blink of an eye.

He thought that Chen Sheng didn't understand, so he was very worried, and didn't want this big brother from the same family to regret it when he was old.

"When you're young, you worry about that."

Chen Sheng was both moved and amused at the same time. The only thing he was not afraid of was that the years would make him suffer.

On the other hand, Chen Ergou, at a young age, can understand the truth of time and time, which is already better than many immortal cultivators.

"That's right, we are in our prime, so we should hold our swords to the end of the world and be unrestrained."

Chen Ergou changed the subject, but he didn't let go of the worries in his heart, thinking: "Brother Sheng, let's go to the world of cultivating immortals. You haven't gone out since you practiced."

These words, wearing the appearance of a youthful spirit, are actually a seven-level qi refining immortal cultivator, planning to become a Taoist guardian for a second-level qi refining rookie.

"Break into the world of cultivating immortals? It's better to say it's fighting monsters and upgrading."

Chen Sheng saw what Chen Ergou was thinking, but this kind of worry was completely unnecessary, but there was one thing that made him not want to refuse.

That is, he has been cultivating for several years, but he has been staying in Guangxiu Xianzong. At this time, let Chen Ergou say that he really has the urge to go out and see the world of cultivating immortals.

"That's it."

Chen Ergou knew Chen Sheng well, and when he heard that his elder brother didn't directly reject him, he was a little moved, so he struck while the iron was hot, and made a decision directly.

"Where to go?"

Although he planned to go out, Chen Sheng still had concerns. Although he could live forever, it was difficult for other immortal cultivators to be harmed by the means of refining Qi at the second level.

Chen Ergou's strength is not bad among the younger generation, but there is also the possibility of overturning.

The two of them can't play high-end rounds. Once they win, he will live forever, and he is destined to live. It's a pity for Chen Ergou.

"Go to Chen Country."

Chen Ergou had a plan in mind, and he quickly revealed a place.

The Kingdom of Chen is a weak dynasty under the jurisdiction of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect. The land is barren, and any cultivator can make a name for himself.

He is at the seventh level of Qi Refining, which belongs to the level of top powerhouses in Chen Guozhong. With Chen Sheng, there will be no accidents.

"can."

After hearing about Chen Guo's situation, Chen Sheng was relieved now. This time, he didn't talk about dimensionality reduction blows, but he was safe and safe, and he could go.

……

Chen Guo.

Yufang County.

Taikang City.

This is an ancient majestic city with a long history. It still stands after three dynasties. There are many historic sites and traces of literati everywhere.

Among them, there is a restaurant, where three champions stay in a row, and they leave their calligraphy treasures. It is also known as the champion building, which is the first floor of Taikang City.

"Climb high and look far away, overlooking the world. I never thought that I would have such a day."

In the Zhuangyuan building, a muscular young man stands with his hands behind his back, standing on the roof of the building and looking down, at a height of about fifteen feet, each one of them is as insignificant as an ant

Who would have thought that a poor boy who couldn't get enough to eat three or four years ago would one day come to this place where he once felt happy just by looking at it, eating and talking without paying attention.

"Heaven's proud son of Guangxiu Immortal Sect uttered such emotion, and it was a joke to be heard."

Chen Sheng teased, with Chen Ergou's current status, with just one word, Taikang City could be pulled down and rebuilt.

Feeling today, after all, when I was young, a fantasy dream came to an end.

I'm afraid that after Chen Guoyi's experience, Chen Ergou's mind and wisdom will become more and more profound, let go of the past, and be brave and diligent.

"Brother Sheng, I always remember that when he was not entered into the immortal sect, he was called a mud leg."

Chen Ergou also laughed, he completely ignored the past, and said: "Before, when I was called a mud leg, I would feel inferior, but now I don't. Have I changed? No, I am still me, after all , what makes people confident is just this identity and this ability."

So, he was really, really grateful to Chen Sheng, it was him, the big brother of the family, who gave him the opportunity to soar into the sky.

"Have a drink."

Chen Sheng felt that at this time, needless to say too much, a glass of wine was enough to explain everything.

The two clinked glasses and drank them all in one gulp. The spicy taste spread in their throats, and there was a happy "squeak" in their mouths.

"Junior, where are you going!"

The street below the Zhuangyuan Building suddenly became chaotic.

An old man who is full of vigor and vigor, there is no trace of aging at all, he moves his feet, as if he can control the strong wind, and he can jump a few feet at will.

In front of him was a young hero in a state of distress. His embroidered robes were torn, and there were sword wounds on his arms and backs. The blood had dried and hardened.

"When will immortal cultivators be willing to be lackeys of the rich and powerful?"

Hua Yuncang took the road and fled, not forgetting to swear in his mouth, full of the character of a quack.

The cause of the incident was that the beloved son of the imperial sheriff bullied the market, raped the women of the people, and even killed dozens of bloody men.

So, on a certain night, the young man who likes to do justice for the sky, sneaked into the sheriff's mansion and took the head of the dude.

I don't want to have an expert in the county guard's mansion, that is, the old Taoist Ziyun, chasing him relentlessly, as if it was his son who died.

"It's just a blame. You killed the sheriff's beloved son. This head is really valuable."

Old Taoist Ziyun smiled fiercely, there are still spiritual herbs that have leaked out in the dynasties of the world, and the governor of Yufang promised him that he would take the head of this young man of the rivers and lakes, and hand over the 500-year-old ginseng treasured by the family to him. he.

"Old miscellaneous hair, what kind of fairy are you cultivating, what kind of Tao are you seeking, I'm sorry."

The young man is also fierce, and under the pursuit of the old man, he didn't even have a word of begging for mercy.

As a cultivator of immortals, Old Taoist Ziyun is not a guest wherever he goes. Today, he was so insulted by a young man, his heart was raging, and his murderous aura became more and more fierce.

(End of this chapter)