Lord of Yin Talisman

Chapter 69 Departure
"Why?"

Lin Siyuan asked.

"Yong City is on the border of Wei State, which can be regarded as the border of our sect's sphere of influence. And next to him are the Blood Demon Sect and the Six Desire Sect."

"There are thousands of monks in Yongcheng alone. Among them, casual cultivators and family forces are very chaotic. It is not unusual for dozens or hundreds of monks to die in a day."

"Because it is located at the junction of the three sects, all kinds of desperadoes have gone to Yongcheng to take shelter temporarily. There are people coming in continuously, and who will be going to Yongcheng."

"It's such a chaotic place. Are you sure you won't change your mind after hearing this?"

The middle-aged Zhu Jixiu said in gray clothes.

"Then this term."

Lin Siyuan said.

"I have already applied to the sect to come back, and I have spent five years safely. To apply to become a guardian of a certain place, I have to stay for at least five years. In fact, Yongcheng is chaotic and chaotic, but there is no shortage of resources. As long as my junior can save my life. The resources for practice will definitely not be lacking, or even abundant."

The middle-aged monk who established the foundation said.

"Then brother, give me the certificate, but stay for five years."

Lin Siyuan said.Risks and opportunities go hand in hand. If you don't want to find a way to obtain resources, how long will it take for me, an ordinary fifth-rank aptitude, to be able to build a mid-stage foundation, a late-stage foundation, and even cast a golden core.

The risk of Yongcheng should still be within the controllable range here.

Lin Siyuan exhaled.

"When will senior brother depart, and when will he arrive?"

"From today, it will be enough to arrive within three months. If you count the airship, if there is a flight, it will only take 20 days. Even if you go by land and water, it will take at most one and a half months."

The middle-aged foundation-builder monk in gray replied with a flat face.It's hard to persuade the damn devil with good words, and maybe the other party has a method that he doesn't know about. How can he be an idler who can build a foundation at the age of 20.

Seven days later.

Lin Siyuan leisurely looked at the white clouds in the distance from the deck, luckily, he just found a flight to Yongcheng, and it only took three days, one of which was used to buy pill talisman paper.

Although Yongcheng may not have it, but bought it.

At the beginning, the flight passing through Tianluo Road was okay, but after gradually leaving the core area of ​​Tianluo Road.

The people who came up gradually changed their appearance.

Most of the people who took the flying boat were foundation-building cultivators, and only they could afford to spend a handful of middle-grade magical artifacts, hundreds of spirit stones or even more for one ride.

However, there are also rich Qi training monks who choose to take the flying boat.

At least Lin Siyuan had two of them in front of him, they seemed to be a pair of brother and sister, accompanied by an adult.

A gray-haired old man in the middle of foundation establishment.

But the few guests who came up today felt a little unusual. The leader was taciturn, with a long sword on his back, a gray suit, and a height of 1.7 meters, but he faintly revealed a fierce look.

In the middle stage of foundation establishment, there are three people in this group, one is a sword cultivator, one is a body cultivator, and the other has no discernible identity.

But without exception, these people's skin color is not fair, but the color of wheat, even slightly dark.

Just like a fat man who has practiced outside for several years, he got tanned several degrees because he kept going on missions instead of staying in the sect to practice.

Even the monk's physique didn't help him solve this problem. As for using mana to block the sun, maintaining it all the time is a lot of consumption, and experienced monks can't do it.

This time the flying boat is bound for Yongcheng, and you can choose to go up and down in the middle, as long as you pay Lingshi, and you can stay at a fixed stop.

You don't even need to register your identity.

Counting the three who just came up, the number of Foundation Establishment cultivators on this flying boat has reached fifteen.

It's definitely not a small number.

The fifteen Foundation Establishment cultivators are already a power comparable to that of the Xuanling League in Ningcheng.

There are more than a dozen foundation-building monks in the Xuanling League, definitely less than twenty, and the Qi-training monks are another count.

A few days later, five more foundation-building monks and three qi-training monks came on board. Those three qi-training monks paid for their spiritual stones themselves, and there were no foundation-building monks accompanying them.

In this airship that is almost all foundation-building monks, these qi-training monks are definitely having a hard time. I don’t know why they choose to take the flying boat instead of others, and they have to give way to almost every foundation-building monk in their daily life.

The three qi-training monks were also in a bad mood when they came up, and their faces were a little pale. One of the qi-training eighth-level female cultivators showed a look of fear from time to time.

It seems like something is catching up.

Lin Siyuan was too lazy to figure out these things. When he boarded this flying boat, the destination was still people from Yongcheng. Eight out of ten people went to seek refuge.

For example, he still has to be a guardian envoy for five years, a place where a foundation-builder monk can die at will for five years.

If it weren't for the rumor that there are a lot of spirit stones, just picking up a little is enough for self-cultivation, and I wouldn't agree to it.

Also, it should be easier to find the Heavenly Court Magic Artifact in such a place where there is a lot of people.

It was the 13th day after leaving Tianluo Dao, and the tenth day after boarding the airship.

Lin Siyuan ate the food provided, although most of the monks were able to eat bigu, if they couldn't do it, they could also take bigu pills.

But food was still provided on the flying boat.

But some porridge and cakes are nothing more than the staple food because they are easy to preserve and make.

Those two brothers and sisters who were accompanied by adults in the middle stage of foundation establishment also came to eat.

These two brothers and sisters are fifteen or sixteen years old, one has practiced Qi level seven, and the other has practiced Qi level six.

It is already a good qualification to put it outside Tianluo Dao.

The gray-haired middle stage old man looked at them with a gentle expression on his face.

Lin Siyuan drank the porridge. Although it was just ordinary rice porridge, it tasted good. There were chopped ribs, and the bones were all white cartilage.

Scallion oil is added to the cake, and the same is true when minced meat is added.

These rice porridge should be made of the most common spiritual rice, the spiritual energy is really thin, but the taste is not bad.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, I want to continue another bowl.

To be honest, including those days in Ningcheng, he almost didn't eat. In the past few years in Tianluo Dao, except for the occasional extravagance to eat spiritual meals, at most other times he ate a few spiritual fruits.

There will also be a chubby Chen Yi who will come over to eat, and say with a shy face that you and I are friends, brothers, so nothing to worry about.

But I just took the porridge and was about to get a cake.

Suddenly the flying boat shook violently, and the tilt even exceeded [-] degrees.

Fortunately, Lin Siyuan is a monk, even from this angle, he can still stabilize the center of gravity with a reaction far beyond ordinary people.

But the porridge was spilled.

Sprinkle on the ground.

The two brothers and sisters who were in the Qi training period were about to fall unexpectedly, but the gray-haired old man grabbed him and stabilized his figure.

After Lin Siyuan stood firm, he didn't look at the spilled porridge, but stuck out his consciousness to investigate what happened outside the flying boat.

(End of this chapter)