I have an altar of luck

Zhao Deren looked down at a junior who once admired him very much, and said in a low voice:

"Don't blame me, I just want to survive."

The man on the ground was spitting blood, but his eyes were full of sarcasm, which was a kind of silent contempt, but he didn't care, and glanced at him.

Then, a sword qi chopped off his head.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Deren turned around with a smile on his face:

"My lord, these damned Qingyun remnants are all dead."

"That's right, now we can talk about Xiao Qingmu's whereabouts." Chen Yuan praised him.

"My lord really spare my life?"

Zhao Deren couldn't help but said.

"Chen has always kept his word."

"Yes, yes, the reputation of the adult's promise and wealth is spread all over the world, and the villain naturally believes it. It was just..." Zhao Deren squeezed a smile on his face.

"Go ahead."

Chen Yuan ruthlessly interrupted Zhao Deren's next compliment.

Pursing his lips, Zhao Deren whispered with flickering eyes:

"Xiao Qingmu, this bitch, went to the capital, she said..."

Zhao Deren recounted to Chen Yuan verbatim what Xiao Qingmu had said before, which made him frown, thinking that this woman is really a little clever.

She had already noticed that someone had discovered their whereabouts, and they were all targets, just to cover her from leaving here.

Beijing!

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

A deep murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

This woman must die!

Raising his head, Chen Yuan stared at Zhao Deren, and said lightly:

"Are there any omissions?"

"No... no more."

Being stared at by Chen Yuan's eyes, Zhao Deren's heart was shocked instantly, and he felt a bad feeling, but at this moment he dared not lie any more.

Because he knew his answer, Chen Yuan must be dissatisfied.

Can……

He really didn't know the specific whereabouts of Xiao Qingmu, the other party was always ambiguous, only saying that he was looking for a noble person, but who the noble person was, no matter how he made indirect remarks, Xiao Qingmu did not reveal it.

As for deceiving Chen Yuan, he had this idea in his heart, but after considering it, he decided to confess it. If Chen Yuan took him to find Xiao Qingmu,

Wouldn't it be a miserable death in the end?

Chen Yuan nodded, and the next moment, a terrifying aura enveloped Zhao Deren's body, and the opponent's figure was suffocated for an instant, and he was about to move.

A hand grabbed his neck directly, pinching it tightly, making him breathless.

Zhao Deren's body seemed to be pressing down on a big mountain, with a look of horror on his face, begging for mercy:

"Chen... Master Chen... you said... you said... spare my... life."

"What does Chen Yuan have to do with what Chen promised?" Chen Yuan stared at him expressionlessly, and continued:

"If you have a grievance, go down to find Xiao Yunsheng. Don't worry, Xiao Qingmu will come to you soon."

"Crack it."

With a soft sound, the vitality on Zhao Deren's body began to gradually disappear, his bright eyes also gradually lost their light, his head lost its support point, and it sank slightly.

But there was still a hint of resignation on his face.

From the moment the other party possessed luck, he was doomed to die without any exception.

The blue light flickered in his eyes, and a cyan brilliance slowly gushed out from Zhao Deren's body like a dragon, and quickly rushed into Chen Yuan's mind.

In the depths of his consciousness, the Altar of Luck turned slowly, and a new guide came to his heart.

"October March [-]st, the market opens, and there is a wind blowing from the north city of Changshan. The beggar's ragged clothes look expensive, and a wisp of yin and yang is hidden in the adornment!"

Opening his eyes, Chen Yuan nodded slightly.

Fortunately, the place of opportunity this time is not far away, it is in Changshan Fucheng, just wait for tomorrow, it is said that the time of his coming is indeed a coincidence, tomorrow is October 31st.

Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind, if he killed Zhao Deren tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, would the guidance of this opportunity also change?

It's a pity that if there is no if, and no special circumstances, he will not save Zhao Deren's life until tomorrow.

Heaving a sigh of relief, looking at the corpses on the ground, Chen Yuan turned around and left. A flash of fire burned in the ruined temple instantly, and it was extremely bright in the pitch-black night from a distance.

This trip was worthwhile, he found the son of luck he needed, the only pity was that Xiao Qingmu ran away early.

He still has to spend his energy to find...

But at the same time, he was also curious, would she still be able to provide him with a child of luck the next time he saw Xiao Qingmu again?If so, is stocking feasible?

This idea flashed away, Chen Yuan shook his head and chuckled, what was he thinking?

It is absolutely unacceptable to have such an idea.

Enemy, it's better to die.

……

……

Only when the ruined temple was completely burnt to ashes did Chen Yuan leave and head towards Changshan Fucheng. Next, he was going to get his treasure of chance.

I hope to improve my cultivation.

Although his strength has improved very quickly, Chen Yuan still wants to be faster. Who would think that his strength is strong?In this world, everything is fake,

Only strength is real!

He did not choose to enter the city, but found a random place outside the city to meditate and breathe for a night, and waited until the first ray of sunshine shone on his face, Chen Yuan slowly stood up.

Stretching his body lightly, Yukong entered Changshan Fucheng.

Located in the territory of Zhongzhou, although the warriors and the government here are much stronger than ordinary cities, but the alchemy masters are not flooded, and after some investigation, he only felt two guru auras.

Chen Yuan didn't go to the north of the city right away. According to his experience, the market might not open at dawn, even if he went, it would be of no use.

Immediately, I found a breakfast shop and used some meals.

In fact, with his cultivation base, he could eat bigu a long time ago, but he still eats some interesting meals. In his opinion, only when he is full can he be at ease.

Besides, the food in this world is not as unpalatable as imagined.

Although it is not as colorful as his previous life, it also has a special flavor, and it is still very tasty to eat once in a while.

After eating too early, the sky was completely bright, and the sparse streets gradually began to have a bustling flow of people. Chen Yuan also started to walk towards the direction of Beicheng.

Similar to the state capital he experienced before, the people living in the north of the city are basically ordinary people living in a difficult life, but this is Zhongzhou after all, and the life of the people is still better than that of the people in Qingzhou.

At least along the way, he saw very few beggars in ragged clothes. The reason why he paid so much attention was of course guided by chance.

So he pays special attention to beggars today, because he is afraid that he will miss it...

But after thinking about it, it seems normal. After all, this is the foundation of the Sima royal family. No matter how stupid the upper class is, it is still stronger than other state capitals on the whole.

When Chen Yuan arrived at the bazaar, there were already a lot of people inside, and there was a smell of fireworks.

To be honest, he also likes this atmosphere sometimes, but now there is a huge class gap between him and these ordinary people.

Although he concealed his face and completely suppressed the aura around him, there was still an invisible temperament on his body that showed his difference.

When the people around see him, they will basically avoid him, for fear that they will get into trouble.

The road in the north of the city is very wide, and there are vendors hawking on both sides. Chen Yuan looked straight at him, with a cyan light flashing in his eyes from time to time, searching for his target.

It's a pity that after walking for a quarter of an hour, the bazaar has been visited for more than half, and there is still nothing to be found.

Frowning slightly, Chen Yuan decided to speed up. If he still couldn't find it, he could only search the entire north of the city!

The gathering was bustling with people, and the place where the largest crowd gathered was a storyteller. An old man in gray rolled his eyes and narrated legends loudly.

The words are full of voice and emotion. As the saying goes, if God closes a door for you, it will definitely open a window for you. At least according to Chen Yuan,

This is the most delicious book he has ever heard.

If it wasn't for important matters, Chen Yuan would definitely listen here, but even passing by here, he still heard something.

It seems to be a story about the Changshan Spear God. A long spear once entered and exited seven times in the thousands of troops, killing Beiman to throw off his helmet and armor, crying for his father and mother.

I don't know how many artistic processing ingredients are in it.

Anyway, the legend about him in Tangshan has reached an outrageous level, as if without him, the whole world would collapse.

But he didn't pay much attention to the name of that spear god.

What is Zhao called?

Without thinking about it, Chen Yuan continued to move forward, passing through the entire market quickly at his speed, but there was no trace of the chance, which made him fix his eyes.

Just about to prepare Yu Kong to search again, suddenly, a thin and small figure came from the distance of the market, it was a young man with patches on his clothes, he looked like a beggar, and he was carrying a big burden on his back, but he looked like a beggar. Very tenacious.

But this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the sky eye reacted, and a cyan light of opportunity shone on the boy's body, and the opportunity came.

Chen Yuan stopped and did not move. The young man walked to the edge of the market and stopped, heaved a sigh of relief, put the bundle on the ground and opened it, revealing the contents inside.

It was a pair of brand new sandals.

Staring at him, Chen Yuan stepped forward slowly, walked up to the boy, and said with a faint smile:

"Little brother, are these straw sandals strong?"

The little beggar looked Chen Yuan up and down, although he was curious that this luxuriously dressed man actually came forward to ask about the straw sandals, he still said truthfully:

"Look at what you said, our straw sandals are definitely the only ones in Changshan Mansion..."

"What a big tone, what's the name of the little brother?"

The little beggar pondered for a moment, not sure what the other party's purpose was, after thinking about it, he still didn't hide it:

"My friends in the city call me Stone, so you can call me that."

"Stone?"

Chen Yuan raised his eyebrows, the name was quite casual, and he said casually:

"Don't you have a name?"

The little beggar frowned, squeezed out a smile and said:

"Did you ask for the name when you bought the straw sandals?"

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Chen Yuan stared at the little beggar in front of him, chuckled lightly, and said lightly:

"I'm just asking casually."

The beggar didn't dare to say anything, even though he was number one among the beggars in Changshan Mansion, he definitely didn't dare to offend those elegantly dressed nobles.

In particular, he felt an inexplicable aura from the young man opposite him, and couldn't help but want to bow down, so that he, a little beggar with rich experience, would not dare to underestimate him.

They live at the bottom, and their greatest ability is to observe words and expressions.

"How many pairs of straw sandals would you like to choose, my lord?"

Although he knew that the other party was most likely just teasing him, he still didn't dare to show any displeasure.

"I want all these."

"All of them?"

The little beggar raised his brows, as if he was a little surprised, and then his face was full of joy, and he was going to put it on for Chen Yuan. After selling these straw sandals, he would have to spend money to worship those martial arts sects.

"However, I have one more condition. I like the jade pendant hanging around your neck. I must sell it to me, and I will give you two taels of silver with these sandals. How about it?" Chen Yuan smiled lightly, Staring at the jade pendant hanging on the neck of this beggar named Xiaoshi, he asked softly.

In his eyes, the jade pendant was blooming with an astonishing blue light, which was just the thing guided by the Altar of Luck.