Cultivating immortals is a hard job

In the following days, Mo Xun frequently went in and out of the shops and black markets in this city.

On the one hand, he sold the elixirs he refined, and on the other hand, he replenished the necessary cultivation resources.

However, despite his usual caution, he was still targeted by someone after buying several escape talismans.

If he followed his previous habits, he would not spend too much in each shop. It was only after going through several shops that he encountered such an escape talisman, which made him reluctant to let go for a while.

Not long after he came out of this shop, he found someone following him.

Although Luoshui City also banned cultivators from fighting, the rules were dead, but people were alive. When he was in Lantian City, he had heard of many low-level cultivators disappearing silently.

As long as he moved quickly enough, he could easily wipe out all traces before the patrol arrived.

Fortunately, he kept a careful eye on the last few times he came out, and each time he hid his cultivation at the eighth level of Qi Refining, which invisibly gave some illusions to those cultivators with bad intentions.

It was not until this time that he realized that the Qi Condensation Technique seemed to be somewhat useful.

In a sparsely populated alley, Mo Xun turned around, and almost in the blink of an eye, two figures appeared at the entrance of the alley.

Both of them were dressed in black, aged 30 or 40 years old, one of them was thin, and the other had a somewhat ferocious face, with a long scar on his cheek.

Both of them had the ninth level of Qi Refining. Seeing that Mo Xun was blocked in a dead end, they walked over slowly.

Mo Xun had a calm face. Through the gap in his bamboo hat, he was sure that he had not seen these two people.

If so, it was probably the shopkeeper who had just sold him the talisman who betrayed him.

"Fellow Daoist, you are polite!"

Mo Xun looked at them quietly. The two had followed him for several streets.

"Two fellow Daoists, I wonder what has forced me here?"

The scarred man chuckled, looking even uglier.

"My two brothers are a little short of money recently. I wonder if you can help us?"

After using the Qi Contemplation Technique several times, Mo Xun's brows relaxed a little. If it weren't for the other party's extremely advanced Qi Condensation Technique, he could basically be sure that the two people in front of him were indeed only at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

The corners of his mouth hidden under the hat quietly raised an arc. He was a person who didn't like trouble, but he was never afraid of trouble.

"Looking at your posture, I can't refuse it?"

This time it was the thin man who smiled coldly.

"If you agree, it will definitely be great. If you refuse, we brothers can only do it ourselves."

As he spoke, a scimitar appeared in his hand. In the warm sunlight, the blade was shining coldly.

The shape of this scimitar is very strange. It is slightly longer than the palm, like a crescent moon. The handle is on the back of the scimitar. Holding it in your hand, it can attack and defend.

The surface of this object exudes a faint fluctuation of magic power.

The two stood side by side, blocking the narrow alley. Judging from their calm expressions, they had done this kind of robbery countless times.

"What a pity!"

As the thin man approached, Mo Xun sighed and stopped.

"What a pity?"

Mo Xun sneered, and the aura on his body suddenly burst out. At the same time, his left hand swung far away, and a silver ring on his ring finger flew out.

The aura on Mo Xun's body also surged in an instant.

The two people's faces suddenly changed, and the scarred man who was a little behind couldn't help but blurt out: "The peak of Qi Refining..."

But before he finished speaking, the flying Qiankun Ring disappeared in the air in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it was put on this person.

Mo Xun then pinched out a Taoist formula with his hand, and after quickly reciting two spells in his mouth, the Qiankun Ring began to shrink rapidly, tightly binding the scarred man.

The thin man was panicked and retreated quickly, but his speed was obviously slower than Mo Xun.

Just after retreating two steps, Mo Xun rushed forward like a ghost, and slapped the opponent's chest with a flame in his hand.

"It's a pity that I am also quite interested in your wealth."

Hearing the mocking voice in his ear, the thin man instinctively raised his scimitar to block his chest, but Mo Xun suddenly changed his moves in the air, and his wrist with flaming flames, like a flexible fire snake, slashed at his neck.

In close combat, Mo Xun had an advantage over ordinary cultivators in secular martial arts, and coupled with the suppression of realm, the man had no time to react in a short time.

After hearing a sound like cutting watermelon, a piece of hot blood splashed in the air.

The thin man's head fell to the ground, and after rolling a few times, facing the blue sky, a pair of terrified eyes, still open, and then the skinny body fell straight to the ground.

Mo Xun's long sleeves swept past, and the storage bag and the scimitar on the ground were rolled into his sleeves.

Before the man's soul left his body, Mo Xun quickly released two balls of fire, and in a breath, the thin man's traces in this world disappeared.

After doing all this, Mo Xun didn't even blink, and turned his head to look at the scarred man beside him.

Scarred saw this scene and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He felt that the other party's methods were even more skillful than his own. From killing people to destroying the bodies, it was almost done in one go.

He thought he had done a lot of things that were against the will of heaven and earth, but compared with this young man, he had never been so straightforward.

After a moment of hesitation, although his hands were tied, he turned around and ran away while his legs and feet could still move.

He had just run two steps when the ring on his body suddenly split into two, and the other one was on his foot. Due to inertia, he fell to the ground with a thud.

Mo Xun slowly walked up to the man and grabbed his throat. Scarface's eyes immediately showed a look of horror.

"Don't... kill me!"

After saying this with difficulty, Scarface regretted it to the extreme at this moment. Who knew that he was used to being domineering on weekdays, but today he turned over in the gutter.

"Who asked you to come?" Mo Xun asked this coldly.

"Qing Gu Zhai!"

As expected, Mo Xun couldn't help but sneer.

After feeling his throat relax a little, Scarface begged for mercy: "I am blind and don't know the real man. I hope you can forgive me once. You can take whatever you want from me!"

Mo Xun suddenly lifted his hat and smiled slightly. In Scarface's eyes, he looked very kind.

Scarface was delighted and was about to say something, but his pupils suddenly dilated because a fiery red cloud suddenly appeared in his eyes, and then... nothing happened!