The original repairer

The flying boat encountered a violent shock and Shi Chen was blown away from his bunk.

He steadied himself and looked around, and found that the monks who were practicing were spitting blood and were in a trance.

A dozen monks who were resting with their eyes closed were not injured. A monk who had completed Qi training quickly rushed out of the shop. Shi Chen immediately followed this person and came to the deck.

I saw the flying boat falling down, the surroundings were dark, and in the distance there was a strong light colliding, making a loud noise. The formation restriction on the flying boat had become invalid, and the air flow was whistling.

The monks on the deck were nowhere to be seen, and there was blood everywhere. The manager of the flying boat was also nowhere to be seen. Only a few flying boat servants and deacons were struggling to maintain the flying boat.

After standing on the deck for a moment, the cultivator who had completed Qi training quickly summoned his flying sword and flew away.

Seeing this, Shi Chen also took out his flying sword and flew away. A dozen cultivators came out behind him, and they also took out their flying swords or flying magic weapons and began to flee.

"Please, fellow Taoist, please take me there. I don't have any flying magic weapon! I will definitely reward you handsomely once we get to the ground!" A cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training shouted anxiously.

"Me too. As long as we can deliver it to the ground, we will be rewarded handsomely!" shouted another cultivator in the late stage of Qi training.

He had no idea what was happening later, nor did he have time to see how many cultivators hadn't left. Within three breaths, Shi Chen exerted his spiritual power to the utmost to control his flying sword, soaring a hundred feet away from the flying boat before slowly descending.

About ten breaths later, there was a flash of light and a violent explosion from behind. After a few breaths, a hurricane blew past behind.

Shi Chen controlled the flying sword to descend rapidly and flew away from the flying boat. After a total of fifteen breaths, three-quarters of the spiritual power in his dantian was used up. He had to slow down and look for a place to descend.

Flames shot up into the sky more than ten miles behind him. Looking around, there were only mountains and big trees, hundreds of feet above the ground. The monks who had escaped had already left and hidden. The fight in the sky was still going on, but the frequency of collisions was very low, only once every few breaths, and the distance was getting farther and farther. Fortunately, the direction was not towards this side.

He looked around and found that it was pitch black. He didn't know where he was and couldn't tell the direction. He didn't dare to walk alone in the dark forest, so he landed on the ground, performed the wind escape technique, found a place with dense grass, and then used the earth escape technique to escape underground.

In three breaths, he dived more than three meters, and continued to dive two meters, creating a space for one person. He performed the Five Elements Concealment Technique and began to recover his spiritual power.

When it was daybreak, Shi Chen carefully emerged from the ground, observed his surroundings, figured out the direction, took out the map for comparison, and found that this place was more than 200 miles away from Qianshan Market, more than 400 miles away from Dutan Fairy City, and 70 or 80 miles away from the nearest trade route.

Shi Chen didn't dare walk alone on the trade route, as the robber cultivators would often keep an eye on lone cultivators. Finding the right direction, he quickly escaped towards the Poison Pond Immortal City.

Flying on a sword would be even faster. A distance of over 400 miles could be reached in less than four days if everything went smoothly. Shi Chen didn't dare fly on a sword. If the monsters and monsters in the mountains and forests, or the robber cultivators, spotted a lone cultivator, they would most likely intercept him.

A low-grade flying sword costs at least two hundred low-grade spirit stones, and the mid-grade flying sword on Shi Chen is worth a thousand low-grade spirit stones.

In the wilderness, cultivators who can fly on swords to travel are all powerful cultivators, or they are just newbies with no experience in dealing with the world.

The saying "don't show off your wealth" applies everywhere. Shi Chen had only traveled five or six miles when he realized he was being followed. And not just one person, but three spiritual senses were sweeping past him. After practicing the Minor Five Elements Concealment Technique, Shi Chen's spiritual sense had become quite sensitive to spiritual energy and spiritual consciousness.

It is estimated that he passed by these monks while using the wind escape technique, and they were ambushing something.

Shi Chen didn't dare to gamble. A cultivator with spiritual awareness must be at least in the late stage of Qi training. Once he was intercepted, he would be a lamb to be slaughtered.

He then used the Concealment Technique and increased his Wind Escape speed to its maximum. After traveling about four miles, he discovered a tributary of the Mingsha River, about ten feet wide, with a gentle flow.

Shi Chen escaped into the water and, using the Water Escape Technique, he escaped a mile or two downstream, finding a muddy area underwater to escape underground. After escaping ten feet, he had reached the limit of his ability at his current level. He then escaped another mile downstream, creating a space where he could calm his mind, swallow the elixir, and recover his spiritual power.

Eight breaths later, the first person to track down the tributary was a cultivator who had reached the Perfect Qi Cultivation stage. He flew over the tributary, sweeping his consciousness back and forth four or five times until he realized the cultivator he was following had entered the water, his whereabouts unknown. He used his secret technique to investigate, and after five breaths, he spotted a cultivator approaching and flew away on his sword.

By the time the second group of cultivators reached the tributary, Shi Chen had already escaped through water for thirty breaths. This group consisted of three people, led by a cultivator who had reached the Perfect Qi Training stage, and the other two were also in the late Qi Training stage. One of them, a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Training, observed the surroundings, paused for a few breaths, and then the three of them flew away on their swords.

When the third group of tracking monks arrived, there were only three breaths of time since the second group left. This group had more people, six in total, three of whom were at the ninth level of Qi training, two were at eighty percent of Qi training, and one was at seventy percent of Qi training.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, it seems we are too late and the prey has escaped." A yellow-robed cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training spoke.

"Even if we catch up, it may not be our turn to drink the soup." A black-clad monk who was at the eighth level of Qi training said nearby.

"Brother Qin, what should we do next?" the only female cultivator in the team asked the cultivator at the front of the team.

"Forget it, let's give up this fat sheep. Let's ambush near the trade route. Yesterday, the caravan's flying boat crashed, and there were about one or two hundred cultivators coming out of the boat. As long as we are patient, it won't be a problem to encounter a few of them." The ninth-level Qi training cultivator named Qin who was in the lead said.

"We'll listen to Brother Qin." The 70% Qi-cultivating cultivators in the team said flatteringly.

The six of them flew back along the same route.

Ten breaths later, the first Qi-cultivating master returned, floating over the Mingsha River, right where Shi Chen had entered the water. He unleashed a secret technique, and after ten breaths, he flew downstream with the tributary. After sensing a distance of four or five miles, he retreated back to where Shi Chen had entered the water.

This time he encountered the second wave of three monks chasing him.

"Fellow Daoist, your goal is the same as ours. I wonder if you are willing to cooperate with us to find the escaped monk?" The male cultivator with gloomy eyes said to the monk who turned back.

"If you don't want to, let's go our separate ways." After saying that, he turned around and flew downstream.

After waiting for three breaths, when the Qi Refining Perfection cultivator disappeared from sight, a ninth-level cultivator standing by the tributary said, "Brother Jing, why don't we keep this one? It should be more profitable than the previous one."

"You have reached the perfection of Qi Refining. Do you have the ability to stop him? Don't even think about it. We have no way to deal with him just by having reached the perfection of Qi Refining. Even if I can definitely defeat him, do you have the ability to prevent him from escaping?" The gloomy-eyed man in the lead shouted.

"Brother Jing, don't be angry. Brother Shi was just talking. What should we do now? We have lost the person. Why don't we go look for other lone cultivators?" Another cultivator who had reached the ninth level of Qi Refining suggested.

"This is the only way. There is another Qi Refiner who is looking for us. Let's not compete with him. Let's go! Let's go to the trade road." After the man with gloomy eyes finished speaking, he was the first to fly away on his sword.