Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

   Chapter 319 Admiration, contempt

   The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the moonlight shines on the deserted streets of Wei'an Town.

  The cool wind blew, and I brought a few pieces of paper money.

  Ren Qing can compress the rest and sleep to less than two hours through meditation, and use it to practice physical martial arts and secluded energy at night.

   He lay in the courtyard, his eyes fixed on the moon.

The practice of    Night Touring Swordsmanship is quite simple. Just look at the moon, and the insomnia in the body will gradually grow silently.

  Although for Ren Qing, the speed of physical and martial arts practice is too slow, and he should concentrate on the Netherworld Insect Law, but the night wandering disease can cure his blind eyes.

The   Dream Species' double pupil's observation power is indeed far superior to the naked eye, but the visual range is limited.

   When Ren Qing was immersed in his practice, he suddenly felt that a strange monster flashed around Qingfeng Pavilion at a much faster speed than usual.

  The monster was full of deformed organs, and there were countless hands and feet, which reminded Ren Qing of the hysterical monk who was completely insane.

   and also exudes an atmosphere similar to the statue of Shouxian, but it is relatively weak.

   It is likely the source of the mass casualties in the town.

  Ren Qing opened his eyes, and the ghosts on the soles of his feet wriggled like living creatures.

The    ghost figure covered his whole body, as if covered with a layer of black gauze, and unconsciously his figure had melted into the darkness.

  Ren Qing's bones collided, and the breath from physical martial arts was restrained to the extreme.

   He tapped the ground, jumped up and landed on the eaves, chasing in the direction of the monster,

  Ren Qing noticed at this time that a number of physique cultivators surrounded the monster, including Xu Sanliang, but the purpose was not to kill the opponent.

   seems to be consciously forcing the monster to go somewhere in the town.

  Because of his weight, he could only try his best not to lose the opponent.

  The monster made a movement in a panic, causing candles to light up in some houses, causing residents to whisper.

   The panic on its face subsided, and the greed for flesh and blood grew in its eyes.

The    monster walked towards the house without hesitation, let out a hoarse roar, and then slammed into the courtyard wall heavily.

  Cracks spread on the surface of the courtyard wall, causing dogs to bark inside.

   At this moment, a figure fell, blocking the monster.

  The figure is a woman who looks like she is in 28 years old. Her skin is pale, and her bare arms are morbidly swollen.

   The woman waved her right hand, and a little water vapor condensed in her palm.

The    monster immediately turned its direction, and used more than a dozen hands and feet together, rushing towards the woman and biting her head with its **** mouth.

  The woman was in a hurry and used the Bibo Palm Technique very skillfully, and easily entangled the monster, making it unable to move.

  Three or four more body warriors came to the narrow alley.

   One of the strong men subdued the monster with a fist that was twice as many as usual, and then asked with concern, "Junior Sister Nanfeng, are you alright?"

  South Wind raised his arm, his skin was translucent, and his flesh and blood began to liquefy.

   She said with an ugly face: "The sick beast made my physical and martial arts almost out of control!"

   Nanfeng’s words should have just fallen, and he suddenly turned his head, his eyes staring at a place with resentment, the window of a house was opening a gap.

  The man looked into the alley in horror, and hurriedly closed the window.

   The strong man showed a hideous smile, and forcefully tore off the flesh and blood on the sick beast, then let go of the restraint on the sick beast.

   The sick beast struggled in pain, then climbed up the eaves and ran away.

  Two of the body martial cultivators followed behind, but they didn't seem to be in any hurry, and even felt a little bit of a leisurely stroll.

  Ren Qing had just reached the entrance of the alley, and his index finger flicked the ghost at one of the physique cultivators.

   He focused his attention on the few people in the alley, wanting to see what the forces in Wei'an Town had planned, and why they deliberately created chaos.

  The strong man walked into the house with the flesh of the sick beast, and then the cry of children and the desperate cries of men could be heard inside.

  Xu Sanliang stayed beside Nanfeng, and his face became extremely blue.

   Nanfeng smiled and licked his arms with his long and narrow tongue, but at the same time, the pain became unbearable because the disease was out of control.

  Xu Sanliang clenched his fists, the sword wind brewing in the pores of his skin.

   "South Wind, it's not necessary, right?"

  Nanfeng's expression returned to normal, and he said in a cold tone: "I didn't ask my senior brother to kill them, but it's not necessary..."

  Swish.

  Xu Sanliang couldn't hold it any longer, and slashed towards Nanfeng's neck with his arm as a sword.

  Nanfeng's eyes widened, and he couldn't react at such a close distance, which shows how fast the Qingfeng gymnasium is based on speed.

   But when Xu Sanliang's arm approached the south wind, it would stop again.

   The strong man carried two corpses on his shoulders, and was holding a dying little boy in his palm, obviously threatening Xu Sanliang with this.

   "I let them eat the flesh and blood of sick animals before they die, so it's not a waste."

  The appearance of the corpse is no longer humanoid, and there are many strange distortions.

   "Qiyun!!!"

  Xu Sanliang spat out two words between his teeth, and his trembling arm slashed towards Nanfeng's head.

   But he finally chose to give up. Qi Yun threw the child to Xu Sanliang, then smiled and shook his head: "It's just a routine business."

   "Why do you want to increase casualties, is the Black Stone Pavilion just like this?"

  Nanfeng wiped off the filth from his clothes and said in a subtle tone, "Sanliang, how many people were against immortals ten years ago, and how many are there now?"

   "At most Banyue Immortals will come, and even the clan elders are behind the saddle..."

  Xu Sanliang weakly opened his mouth.

  Nanfeng squinted his eyes and comforted: "Where the sick beast passes, even if the senior brother does not take action, many people will die of illness tomorrow."

   "Junior Sister Nanfeng, please suppress the disease as soon as possible, I will go first."

   "Okay, brother."

   Qi Yun ignored Xu Sanliang and made a crisp sound when he stepped.

   When he brushed past Xu Sanliang, Qi Yun said to himself, "You don't really think that the sick beast is left over from the undead town?"

  Xu Sanliang exhaled a long breath, as if most of his energy had been removed.

   He laughed self-deprecatingly, his disgust for the two brothers and sisters disappeared, they were just a group of poor people who were driven crazy.

  Everything is preparing for the arrival of the fairy.

   is like a big celebration.

  Xu Sanliang did not rush to find the sick beast, but turned around and went to the Qingfeng Pavilion, planning to put the children in place first, and the problem of the sick beast would be solved by himself.

   Nanfeng stayed where he was, and couldn't wait to close his eyes to practice physical martial arts.

  Ren Qing glanced at Xu Sanliang's back.

   Whether it is Qi Yun or Nanfeng, the information flow display has already suffered from "hysteria", and it is not far from being completely crazy.

   As for the sick beast, it is indeed a hysterical monk.

   is similar to the monster that Ren Qing turned into when he killed Taohuaxian, but the disease in the sick beast did not get out of control to such an extent as he did.

   What he didn't expect was that the diseased beast would actually exacerbate the growth of the disease, and the edema disease of Nanfeng almost escaped the suppression of physical and martial arts.

"damn it……"

   Nan Feng gritted his teeth and opened his eyes. Not only did his arms not relieve, but instead, gelatinous pus oozes out of his skin.

   She couldn't help feeling extremely upset.

   Coincidentally, there was a faint sound of children crying in the distance, and Nanfeng immediately prepared to hear the sound and leave.

   Just when she came to the corner of the alley, she suddenly noticed a tall figure in the distance, and she felt inexplicably heart palpitations.

  Nan Fengmei said with a smile: "I don't know which martial arts school's senior brother who came here, is it because I am alone to see my junior sister..."

   Before he finished speaking, Ren Qing came to Nanfeng in an instant, and his sturdy body of more than two meters brought an unparalleled sense of oppression.

   Nanfeng's eyes were full of incredible.

   She couldn't help but move slightly, as if the Qingfeng Pavilion had recruited a disciple with a name different from ordinary people a few days ago.

   Even Xu Shiwang, the master of the Black Stone Pavilion, was a little indignant.

  "You are...the king..."

  Nanfeng forcibly used the blue wave palm technique, and the stench from the pus filled the air.

  When Ren Qing moved faster than her, his right arm was raised violently, his muscles suddenly soared a few times, and the air formed a tendency to pour backwards.

   South Wind's pupils dilated.

   No matter what the cultivators of Wei'an Town think about immortals, their fights with each other are extremely restrained, mainly stemming from the fear in their hearts.

   She still can't believe that someone would risk such a big inaction.

   And a person who has just practiced physical martial arts, how can he make himself unable to resist, just relying on pure flesh...

boom! !

   The fist collided with the head, and the hard skull did not last a few breaths.

   Mixed red and white things splashed out.

  Nanfeng's headless corpse fell down, his body and martial arts suddenly lost the restraint of the disease, and his flesh and blood gradually began to change a little.

   Before the disease was fully alive, countless pairs of baby hands appeared on the ground, forcibly peeling off the disease like water droplets.

  The little hand pulled the disease into the ground, and the alley returned to peace.

   It seems that the forbidden area of ​​longevity is the carrier of all things, even in the face of unformed strange things like diseases, it will not easily let go.

  Ren Qing dodged a few times and disappeared.

   He came to the place where the sick beast was, and it turned out to be the yamen in Wei'an Town.

   In the open space in the center of the yamen stood hundreds of sluggish prisoners.

   Not far away is a sick beast bound up.

  Chu Kuai, wearing thick armor and the mask of a surviving town soldier, cut off the flesh and blood of the sick beast with a long knife and threw it at the prisoner.

   The prisoners scrambled like wild beasts, and screamed after swallowing.

  Their disease gradually got out of control, turned into deformed monsters and crawls on the ground. Finally, they were arrested and brought to the prison to be held.

  The thin old man's eyes swept over the prisoner, and the physique martial cultivator looked extremely respectful in front of him, so it could be seen that it was a certain clan elder.

   Ren Qing suddenly realized something.

   Taohuaxian’s food in the medical hall at that time was hysterical monks, indicating that Wei’an Town really regarded herself as the dog’s leg of the fairy.

  These prisoners are definitely not enough, and they have to catch up with the people in the town with out-of-control diseases. No wonder they deliberately released sick animals.

  Ren Qing frowned tightly, and then the ghosts on the soles of his feet split into parts instantly.

   Ghosts move along the dark corners, attaching themselves to prisoners in the cells.

   He did not choose to stay for a long time, and immediately returned to the Qingfeng Pavilion, only to meet Xu Sanliang who was dressing the wound of the child outside the wing.

  Xu Sanliang asked suspiciously, "Shanlu, why haven't you slept yet?"

   "Uh...forget you can't speak, go to sleep."

   He thought that Ren Qing was a convenient way to relieve himself at night. Even if he smelled a strange rancid smell, he didn't think much about other aspects.

   I'm sorry to watch the officials, I've been too busy with work these days.

   Thank you Heath Ice Tea, book friend 20220324230212746, book friend 20180525090405690, book friend 20170305154230636, Xiaolou Tingyu for the reward last night.

   (end of this chapter)