Immortal cultivation starts with copying.

After Chen Yunhao and a dozen of his fellow apprentices set out on the journey, they finally understood why there were so many people on this trip.

It is said that the evil cultivators who committed several tragic crimes in Yunhua Province fled to Taihua Province, and two small families of independent cultivators have been wiped out.

Several sects in Yunhuazhou have united and sent their masters to chase the enemy to Taihuazhou.

It is for this reason that the fellow disciples traveled together this time to avoid accidents.

The journey there was smooth. At first, the leading brothers were a little nervous and worried, but when they saw that they were about to reach the market, they finally felt relieved.

In fact, the ones who were most worried were Chen Yunhao's disciples who were in the Qi Refining Stage. The demon cultivator was said to be in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage. He was quite powerful and had escaped from the encirclement several times.

After successfully entering the market town, everyone finally felt relieved.

Although this market is small in scale, it is guarded by two cultivators in the late foundation-building stage, so its safety is guaranteed.

When he came to the market this time, Chen Yunhao clearly felt that the flow of people was not as large as last time.

Originally, most of the people who came to this kind of small market were independent cultivators. Because of the appearance of the demonic cultivators, people were in panic, and the independent cultivators, who were not strong to begin with, naturally did not dare to show up in public.

As soon as they entered the market town, the fellow disciples scattered and went about their own business.

Chen Yunhao said hello to his senior and second brothers and went to look for buyers.

There are thirty or forty shops in the market town, but there are more street vendors, about sixty or seventy people.

This time, Chen Yunhao wanted to find a new buyer, so he wouldn't go to the store where he had the transaction last time.

Since the last time he went home to visit his family, Chen Yunhao has become mature, thinking more and considering things more thoroughly.

The spirit-gathering bead and the worst storage bag were sold to a shop for twenty-seven low-grade spirit stones.

Two green wooden shields and a high-quality storage bag were sold to three other shops.

Once these three magic weapons were used, a total of seventy-six low-grade spirit stones were obtained, and a total of one hundred and three low-grade spirit stones were obtained.

With the spirit stones in hand, he bought twenty Qi-replenishing pills from each of the two shops.

This is indeed cumbersome, but it has only one purpose, which is to keep wealth hidden.

Because there are quite a lot of people coming this time, we naturally have to go back together. The more people there are, the more time will be wasted.

So this time they stayed in the market for a longer time, and Chen Yunhao had plenty of time to pick up bargains at the stalls.

When Chen Yunhao was bargaining with the stall owner for a piece of ore, a violent fluctuation of spiritual power came from the air four or five miles outside the market.

Even Chen Yunhao, a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, felt the explosive fluctuations of spiritual power, let alone a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

This kind of spiritual power fluctuation can only be caused by a fierce fight between two sides. All cultivators who have experience in fighting know this.

The entire market town fell silent in an instant, and almost everyone looked outside the market town.

A figure flew up from the depths of the market town, stood above the market town, made a few hand gestures, and shouted in a low voice.

"rise……."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared around the market town, and a formation enveloped the entire market town.

The person hovering above the market town was none other than Zhao Zheng, one of the founders of the market town and a famous late foundation-building cultivator from Taihua Prefecture.

He has activated the defensive formation of the market town. No matter what, it is his responsibility to ensure the safety of the market town, otherwise no one will come to the market town to trade in the future.

Because they were isolated by the formation, most cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage could no longer sense the fluctuations of spiritual power from afar.

However, cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage can still sense it. Some cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage have cultivated a technique similar to the Dharma Eye, which allows them to not only see far, but even through formations, continue to see what is happening in the distance.

Four or five miles away from the market town, a man in a black robe stood in the air. Around him were sixteen or seventeen cultivators in the foundation-building stage, forming a circle.

"You cowardly rat, let's see where you can escape this time..."

Although the dozen or so Foundation Establishment cultivators did not come from the same sect, one of them who was in the late Foundation Establishment stage was obviously the leader.

Although he was facing more than a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators, the man in black robe did not seem panicked at all, and even his hands did not stop moving for a moment.

A flying knife about ten feet long came down from the air, but before the knife arrived, a fishy wind blew in his face.

As the saying goes, to catch a thief, you must first catch the leader. This attack was aimed directly at the cultivator with the strongest cultivation.

The dozen or so monks did not stand there motionless, each of them was using their own methods.

Some were using knives, some were using swords, some were using talismans, and some were using spells. In short, all kinds of spiritual power were flashing at the scene, making it very lively.

The man in black robe was in the middle position, and all attacks were directed at him.

But this man in black robe has a rare treasure for protection, a magical weapon that looks like a tortoise shell.

Judging from the fluctuations of spiritual power on the magic weapon, it is obviously a top-grade magic weapon.

This tortoise shell magic weapon was only three or four feet in size, and it kept moving around the black-robed man's body, up and down, left and right.

The attacks of more than a dozen foundation-building monks were all blocked by this tortoise-shell magic weapon. After such a long time, the spiritual power fluctuations on the tortoise shell have not weakened at all.

The dozen or so Foundation Establishment cultivators who were besieging the place were all envious of such a treasure.

Although he had rare treasures to protect him, everyone's cultivation was not much different after all. Being besieged by more than a dozen cultivators of similar cultivation, the man in black robe was obviously still struggling.

If it weren't for the extremely powerful cultivation technique he was practicing, an ordinary cultivator would have been killed in just three or five breaths. Being able to hold on for more than ten breaths until now was already considered an anomaly.

Suddenly, the flying knife of the man in black robe increased by more than twice in size in the air, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

While everyone was distracted, another ray of light flashed out from the black-robed man's hand.

This spiritual light grew with the wind, and a spear about ten feet long flashed through the air. It was another top-grade magic weapon.

Top-grade magic weapons are not something that can be found everywhere. Look at the hands of the dozen or so Foundation Establishment cultivators who are besieging, only two of them are holding top-grade magic weapons, while the rest are still holding mid-grade magic weapons.

The spear was as fast as lightning and went straight to the weakest cultivator present.

Only a scream was heard, and the cultivator in the early stage of foundation building looked at the bloody hole in his chest caused by the spear, and fell from the air with a look of disbelief on his face.

A gap suddenly appeared in the siege formation, which was exactly what the man in black robe wanted.

“Get lost…”

The huge flying knife's spiritual power surged, and an arc of cold light cut through the void, forcing several Foundation Establishment cultivators to retreat quickly.

At this time, a flash of blood appeared on the black-robed man's body, and his moving figure suddenly accelerated. Like an arrow from a bow, he flashed through the gap and jumped out of the encirclement.

"Hahaha……."

A burst of arrogant laughter rang out, and the man in black robe seemed to have used some secret method. His figure flashed in the air like a ray of blood, and in a breath of time he had run hundreds of feet away.