From a young medicine seller to a Taoist master

Whether the information is true or not, you know, some elders frowned and were a little skeptical about the false news.

Of course Yingchuan knew this would happen. If a foundation-building disciple suddenly spread such a news, it would inevitably make people think too much, not to mention these elders, so he continued.

"I can confirm that this is true. If you don't believe it, I don't need to tell you the price you'll have to pay." After saying this, in order to make his words more credible, he took out the Qingyun Sect disciple's token that he had obtained.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, there is no harm in gathering strength, and the elders should say so.

Then let’s do as you say, the elders agreed.

Then Yingchuan left, his plan completed.

When war breaks out everywhere and no one can take care of anything, then I can reap as much as I want. Yingchuan is in a good mood now.

Afterwards, he came to the cave where he had been before. He planned to open up a hiding place here just in case.

He once again set up many formations here. Because of his experience from last time, he used much less effort than last time. He also refined a formation compass to control these formations.

Afterwards, he opened up a hidden cave in the cave as a temporary hiding place. After everything was ready, Yingchuan left.

He returned to his station and waited for the melee to begin.

Because the elders had already passed the news on, the atmosphere was a little depressing, and the dozen or so garrisons at Qingyang Gate were as close together as possible.

Yingchuan sat alone on the ground, as if nothing had happened, and continued to practice.

In the following time, the entire mountain range fell quiet. Everyone knew that this was the calm before the storm. Yingchuan just sat there waiting quietly.

Yingchuan didn't have to wait long. A day or two later, Qingyun Sect launched a large-scale dispute. However, Qingyang Sect had already made preparations because of Yingchuan's notice.

The two sides fought each other, and for a moment it seemed as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. All living things were suffering, and the entire earth was as if it had been hit by a saturation nuclear attack. This was just one part of it.

Yingchuan shuttled between the two sides like a fish in water, no one could stop him, waiting for his opportunity to act.

The density of Foundation Establishment cultivators reached an unprecedented level. He encountered one every few miles, and he was no different from a wolf among a flock of sheep.

He even started to pick on them, and those he picked were all those with high cultivation levels, but he did not let the weak ones go either, because a mosquito, no matter how small, is still meat.

He began an inhumane massacre, but sooner or later he would have to pay for his misdeeds.

After Yingchuan killed more than a dozen foundation-building masters, he found a few inner disciples and was planning to do the same as before, finishing this job and then doing it again tomorrow, but things did not go as he wished.

Look, that person should be Yingchuan, he is arresting souls. It seems that the Qingyang Sect is a den of evil practitioners. Originally, we wanted to hold back against them who are also in the righteous camp, but it seems that it is not necessary. Someone observed that Yingchuan was arresting souls.

Just go ahead and teach him a lesson, and teach Li Yang and those losers a lesson at the same time, it can be considered as revenge for them. Some people were very disdainful of the elders' high regard for Yingchuan.

Why not ask Senior Brother Ziyun and the others to come over? That would be safer, some people suggested worriedly.

There was no time to wait, he had already noticed us and took the initiative to attack, one of them directly attacked with a sword.

But as soon as he fought with Yingchuan, he found something wrong. It was not two-handed at all. The formation was instantly in chaos. Yingchuan was very experienced and seized this opportunity.

The sword energy was so powerful that no one could match him. Several people were beaten back one after another. They were not on the same level at all.

At this time, they wanted to escape, but found that they could not escape. Under Yingchuan's devastating attack, several people were quickly killed.

After receiving the soul and storage bag, Yingchuan left.

Not long after, a group of foundation-building monks came to the place. It was a sound transmission note for help that those people desperately sent out before they died. Although they had not sent out the call for help yet, people are fools and can immediately think of the general idea.

Judging from the wounds on the bodies, this was basically a one-sided crush. There was only one person with such strength, Ying Chuan. Ling Ziyun immediately identified who it was by the wounds on the bodies.

Everyone in Qingyun Sect was extremely angry. This was a challenge to their reputation.

Ling Ziyun was not angry because he knew it was meaningless. There were fights going on everywhere and it was very chaotic, which provided an opportunity.

A sharp light flashed in his calm eyes, and he said, "Since he wants to kill me, let him kill me."

A dozen people immediately understood what he meant, and they shouted together that they would make it impossible for him to escape this time.

Yingchuan, who returned to the cave, knew nothing about this matter.

He opened more than ten storage bags. He basically had no shortage of these things, but he still accepted them.

People are too small. The entire mountain range can completely cover the entire battlefield. There are still many uninhabited places. There is no one near Yingchuan.

The next day, Yingchuan planned to do the same as yesterday, not because he couldn't continue like this, but because it would easily attract attention.

It would be safer this way just in case he summons his clone.

The foundation-building monks of Qingyun Sect and Qingyang Sect were just like chickens and dogs in front of Yingchuan. They would shatter at the slightest touch and few of them could stand a chance.

In fact, he had never encountered many evenly matched battles, so he dared not say anything about his abilities below the Golden Core stage.

At the beginning, it was the same as before. He treated the few foundation-building monks he met like dogs and beat them.

But after a while, he found an inner disciple of Qingyun Sect, who was still no match for him, but his body movements were a bit strange. Yingchuan was surprised for a moment and kept a distance from him, but he immediately caught up with him.

Yingchuan didn't think there was anything wrong and followed him.

Before they knew it, the two of them, he chasing and fleeing, came to a quiet valley.

Yingchuan felt something was wrong and quickly flew back on his sword, but it was too late.

The hidden formations around appeared, and more than twenty people appeared together to surround and kill Yingchuan.

Yingchuan was not panicked at all. They couldn't keep him, and they didn't necessarily lose, so he didn't leave immediately. He stayed here to play with them.

Ling Ziyun's eyes were sharp, and he was determined to capture Ying Chuan. He said in a loud voice, "Fellow Daoist Ying, why don't you sit down and have a chat?"

This sound was like a signal, and more than twenty foundation-building masters rushed towards Yingchuan together.

Fellow Daoist, are you too arrogant? You can't defeat me, Yingchuan said disdainfully.

That's not certain. We have to try to see if we can get it. There's no point in saying more. Ling Ziyun doesn't care at all.

Those twenty-odd people were still the same ones Yingchuan encountered, and he was maneuvering among them.

With the violent storm and the sword energy and strong wind sweeping in, the twenty-odd people could hardly launch any decent attack and were all on the defense.