The original repairer

Shi Chen was driving a flying boat and was spotted as soon as he came out of Fengmingfang Market. The distance between them was very far, about three hundred feet. The flying boat was not as fast as the flying sword, but it had the advantage of long flight time. The flying sword had to use its own spiritual power to drive it. It was okay within a short distance of a hundred miles, but once the spiritual power was consumed by more than half, it would not dare to continue flying the sword. If the spiritual power was insufficient and a fight broke out, it might become someone else's prey.

Shi Chen did not rush to reach the fastest speed. The flying boat was powered by spirit stones, so he only needed to control it with his mind to save spiritual power.

Two hours later, after walking more than 500 miles, Shi Chen was attacked and stopped.

After descending to the ground and folding the flying boat, Shi Chen looked around. It was a valley with towering ancient trees and dense bushes.

A casual cultivator who had reached the perfection of Qi training, with a sallow complexion and a green Taoist robe, the attacking flying sword was still hovering above his head.

There were three other people behind the sallow-faced monk, surrounding Shi Chen in a semicircle, no more than three or five feet away.

"Please forgive me, fellow Daoist. Our cultivation is difficult. We would like to borrow some resources and spirit stones from you. I hope you can be generous." The yellow-faced cultivator who had reached the perfection of Qi training said with a smile.

"Haha! If you want to rob, then rob. Why are you acting so hypocritically? It seems like you want to delay time and wait for the people behind to arrive?" Shi Chen said without panic.

"Fellow Daoist, you're joking. The four of us are enough to keep you here, but we don't want you to make a fearless struggle." The yellow-faced monk said with a smile.

"Brother, why waste so much time talking to him? Let's go together and chop him into pieces. There is nothing we can't get. There is no need to wait for Xiaowu and the others." A burly monk behind him shouted. His cultivation level was already at the ninth level of Qi training.

"That's right, big brother, go ahead. He's the only one at the seventh level of Qi training, and any one of us four has higher cultivation than him." The pockmarked monk standing on the far left said as he summoned a flying sword. His cultivation was also at the ninth level of Qi training.

"I advise you to take out your storage bag, magic tools, and pills. Don't waste your spiritual power on us brothers, otherwise you will be living a life worse than death." The last cultivator on the right who was at the ninth level of Qi training said.

While he was talking, more than ten breaths had passed. The cultivators following Shi Chen flew over on their swords. Three cultivators at the seventh level of Qi training blocked the three routes behind Shi Chen.

Shi Chen was not afraid when he was intercepted and surrounded by seven Tribulation Cultivators, as they were all practicing Qi, and only one of them had reached perfection in Qi cultivation.

For independent cultivators, if they encounter disciples from a sect, the first thing they should do is to leave, unless they can guarantee that the other party will stay. As long as they give the other party a chance, the sect disciples will cast a talisman for help and call for nearby disciples from the sect.

Moreover, the magic skills of the sect disciples are much stronger than those of the independent practitioners.

"Take action!" The leader who had completed Qi training gave the order, and the flying sword floating above his head flew towards Shi Chen.

The burly monk rushed over with a large axe in his hand.

The flying sword of the pockmarked monk also followed closely behind the flying sword of the yellow-faced monk.

The ninth-level Qi training cultivator on the right was holding a spear in his hand, and he attacked together with the strong cultivator.

In Shi Chen's consciousness, the three Qi training seventh level Jiexiu behind him were casting spells.

The flying sword in the dantian was summoned and swept across the two flying swords. The flying sword of the yellow-faced monk broke and bounced away directly. The flying sword of the pockmarked-faced monk following behind was not so lucky. It was cut into two sections and fell to the ground.

At this time, the burly monk and the monk wielding the spear were still more than three feet away from Shi Chen, and the three monks behind him were not able to cast any spells yet.

After cutting off the second flying sword, Shi Chen used part of his consciousness to control the flying sword and continued to chase the flying sword, while the other part of his consciousness carefully observed the entire scene.

He formed a seal with his left hand and a fireball appeared on his palm. He formed a seal with his right hand and an ice spike quickly formed.

Before the monk holding the axe and the monk holding the spear got within two feet of each other, they were hit by two spells.

Bang!

choke!

The axe hit the fireball with great force, and with a bang, the sturdy monk flew backwards.

The spear moved from the tip to the body, touching, bumping, sticking, moving, blocking, and finally blocking.

The monk with the spear retreated three feet. The spear was icy cold, the tip was broken, and the spear body was damaged.

The four Tribulation Cultivators he faced were all beaten back. Shi Chen formed a seal with his right hand and a wall of earth appeared behind him.

After another moment, the earth wall behind him was attacked, two fireballs and one wind blade.

From the start of the fight to the end of the first round of attack and defense, it took only two breaths.

There were seven robbers, and four of them were injured.

The most seriously injured was the monk with the pockmarked face. His magic weapon was cut off and his mind was damaged. He had fallen to the ground and was rubbing his head.

The second one was a yellow-faced monk who had reached perfection in Qi training. His flying sword was shattered and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, but he was still trying hard to control the flying sword and escape.

The third one was a spear monk. His face was pale, his breathing was rapid, and his hands holding the spear were covered with a layer of white frost.

The one who was least injured was the strong monk. He had an axe to chop the fireball, but his magic weapon was not damaged. He was only slightly burned by the fireball, his hair was curled up, and there were three or five burn holes in his clothes.

The yellow-faced monk was trying his best to control the flying sword to escape, dodging Shi Chen's flying sword back and forth in the sky. He stared at the monk in front of him who only showed 70% of the cultivation level of Qi training. He knew that he had met a tough opponent today, but unfortunately he couldn't open his mouth to beg for mercy now, as the flying sword above his head was chasing him fiercely.

The spear monk was not feeling well either. If he opened his mouth at this moment, his upper and lower teeth would surely chatter from the cold.

Of the four people in front, only the strong monk could still attack. The three monks at the back who had reached 70% of their Qi training had already decided to retreat after seeing this. They formed hand seals and cast fireballs and wind blades, but they did not cast them again.

"Brother, come on, ah! Ah!!" The burly monk didn't see the situation clearly and was stunned by the fireball. After he stood up, he continued to rush over to attack Shi Chen angrily.

Bang!

Boom!Boom!

This time it was not as easy to deal with as the previous fireball. The axe he used to chop the fireball was blown away, and he was blown back six or seven feet. He fell to the ground and bounced twice. His clothes were full of holes, the exposed hair had been burned off, and there were many burn marks on his face and neck.

Shi Chen paid no attention to the burly monk. He looked at the yellow-faced monk who was still holding on and said, "Now it's my turn to advise you all. You've wasted my time and my spiritual energy. This is not going to be easy to settle."

Beep!

The flying sword of the yellow-faced monk was chopped down by Shi Chen and stuck in the ground three feet in front of him.

Blood oozed from the corner of the yellow-faced monk's mouth. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then swallowed the blood. He opened his eyes, glared at Shi Chen, and said, "You are inferior to me in skills. I will do whatever you want."

"Haha! I don't know what happens to you rob cultivators, but since you've intercepted me and want to rob me, you should be prepared to be robbed. The three behind me, will you come to the front on your own, or will I fight you to the front?"

"Draw a line here, and when grandpa calls me, I'm your grandson." The burly monk rushed forward again and stood in front of the yellow-faced monk.

"Since you all refuse to surrender, I have no choice but to do it myself. After you die, the things will still be mine." Shi Chen said viciously as the flying sword spun above his head.

"Wait a minute, since fellow Daoist can stop to communicate, he must have something he needs. I wonder if the seven of us can help him." The spear monk recovered his breath, walked to the front and said.

"It seems some of you are smarter. Take out all the storage magic treasures on you first. This is the money you need to buy your lives. Don't hide it. If I find out, it will be a matter of life and death."

Looking at the three storage bags, a pair of axes, a spear, a notched flying sword, and two severed sections of the flying sword before him, Shi Chen was puzzled. Seven people, all in the late stage of Qi training, and only three storage bags? Are they kidding me?

"Just these three?" Shi Chenhuan asked after looking around.

"There are only three of them. If you don't believe us, you can scan them yourself." The yellow-faced monk sneered.

He picked up three storage bags, used his spiritual consciousness to refine them, and the contents inside were revealed: three storage bags, three and a half bottles of lower-middle-grade fasting pills, less than two bottles of lower-grade qi-nourishing pills, two bottles of lower-grade qi-replenishing pills, one bottle of lower-grade recovery pills, half a bottle of lower-grade soul-nourishing pills, eighty-five lower-grade spirit stones, a pile of first-grade spirit herbs, and some daily necessities.

The elixirs and spiritual medicines are worth only fifty or sixty low-grade spirit stones in total, plus eighty-five low-grade spirit stones, which is less than one hundred and fifty low-grade spirit stones.

Are all the robbery cultivators nowadays so poor? They don't even have a single decent piece of equipment, and their storage bags don't even contain anything of value.

Even if these broken magic weapons on the ground are all low-grade magic weapons, they are not worth many spirit stones, and the total amount is less than 500 low-grade spirit stones.

For a casual cultivator, five hundred low-grade spirit stones are already a lot, but unfortunately, Shi Chen doesn't think much of it now.

"Is this all you have? Five hundred spirit stones are not enough to buy your life." Shi Chen said meaningfully.

"These are all I have with me. They are our harvest of the past three months. Some of the pills have been used." The yellow-faced monk said with a gleam in his eyes.

"Yes, these are all we have. Take them or not. Humph!" said the burly monk, panting.

"Fellow Daoist, you may not know that for a casual cultivator to have a magic weapon is already considered to be quite powerful. If you have hundreds or thousands of spirit stones on you, who would come out to practice robbery? Isn't it better to stay in the market to practice?" The spear cultivator said with his head down.

"With you guys like this, the combined assets of the seven of you are not even worth as much as a bottle of my medicine. You don't have any cultivation, magic, or magic weapons, yet you still want to rob me. Oh! I really don't know where you get the courage from." Shi Chen said with some emotion.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Several monks who were trying to rob were robbed instead, and then they complained that the things they robbed were too rubbish.

The seven people felt aggrieved. Do you think it’s easier for casual cultivators? Do you think it’s easier for robbery cultivators?

It was all for cultivation resources. Originally, there were only three of them, and they were only in the middle stage of Qi training. It took them twenty years to gather seven people. Ten years ago, all the resources were given to the yellow-faced boss. It wasn't until he reached the late stage of Qi training that life became better.

He usually inquires about information to see if there are any lone cultivators or cultivators with low cultivation levels, new cultivators in the market, etc. He only has a few opportunities to rob in a year, and the rest of the time he hunts monsters in the deep mountains and forests, looking for spiritual medicines and materials in exchange for resources.

This time, it was not them who were targeting him, but another group of robber cultivators, eleven in number. For some reason, at the beginning, there were more than a dozen waves of independent cultivators following him in the market town. After seeing that Shi Chen's cultivation level was in the late stage of Qi training, only seven groups followed him.

After leaving the market town, an hour later only three groups of people still refused to give up.

After tracking for the second hour, the last group of monks who were following them gave up. Before giving up, they sent a message to their team of seven. They happened to pass by their hunting area and intercepted Shi Chen.