Immortal cultivation starts with copying.

It was this little fat guy who used palm thunder in both hands. Although he was a bit clumsy in dodging, he was still able to cope with it.

"Meng Laogui, you've followed me all the way. It's not too late to leave now. Be careful, my disciples will be here soon..."

"hey-hey……."

The bearded monk was the old ghost Meng mentioned by the fat man. He just smiled sinisterly and didn't say anything. Instead, his hands became more violent.

Normally, any sect would have patrollers patrolling within a radius of 200 miles.

These two people have been fighting for a while, but no one from the Five Thunder Sect has appeared. It is really strange.

Seeing that the threatening words didn't work, the little fat man blocked a few more attacks, threw out a second-level talisman, turned around, used the escape technique and ran away.

It's only a little over a hundred miles away from the mountain gate. If I can run another fifty or seventy miles forward, my life will be saved.

Although the little fat boy was running for his life, his expression was calm and composed, and he was not very panicked.

"not good……!"

He had just run less than a hundred feet when a water arrow as black as ink shot out from the mountains and forests.

With a bang, this water arrow turned into thousands of needle-like arrows in the air, almost covering the sky within a radius of twenty to thirty feet.

The little fat man flicked his sleeves and summoned a spiritual shield.

There was a constant hissing sound. The water arrows, like ink, were extremely corrosive and hit the shield, causing thick smoke to rise.

Suddenly, the shield became bumpy and its defense was greatly reduced.

A ghost-faced spider the size of a millstone crawled out from the forest not far away and quickly approached the little fat man.

Not far behind him, Old Ghost Meng took two steps at a time and attacked the fat man from the front and the back with the ghost-faced spider.

"Old Man Meng, are you really going to fight to the death? I just got the Feihuang Stone first in the market. Is it necessary to offend our Wulei Sect because of this?"

The little fat man shouted loudly.

"Hehe, the Five Thunder Sect is nothing. It's hard to say whether it will still exist in the future. Let me collect some interest today..."

Chen Yunhao looked at it for a while and could probably guess what was going on.

What surprised him was that the Wu Lei Sect had fallen into such a state that they were not even aware of the attack even at the door.

Although Chen Yunhao is not a good person, he is actually unwilling to get involved in these grudges in the martial arts world.

However, this incident happened to be an opportunity for him to enter the Five Thunder Sect, so it was worth his effort.

Although Chen Yunhao's spiritual sense had been locked on the two people, the gap in their cultivation was too great, and the two Jindan cultivators could not detect his presence at all.

Chen Yunhao took a step forward and covered more than ten miles in one step.

Before the bearded Jindan cultivator could react, Chen Yunhao pointed two fingers in the distance.

A flash of cold light appeared. This was the sword light that he had not used for a long time. Although it was a top-grade magic weapon, it was extremely incompatible with his cultivation level.

But even an ordinary Jindan cultivator could not block such a sword light, let alone a Jindan cultivator.

Although the Jindan cultivator named Meng Laogui did not have a high level of cultivation, his reaction was not slow. He roared and decisively detonated the magic weapon in his hand.

With a loud bang, the power of the low-grade magic weapon's self-explosion was still very strong, and the little fat man not far away was blown away more than ten feet.

He also blocked a little of Chen Yunhao's sword light, but the old ghost Meng vomited blood and turned into a black wind and disappeared.

"Huh……!"

Chen Yunhao took a look in surprise. He didn't expect that this little Jindan cultivator had such a method. It was not simple!

However, the gap between the two is indeed too big. Chen Yunhao can't stand this kind of evil cultivator-like existence, so how could he let him escape with his life.

Looking at Meng Laogui who had already flown nearly a hundred feet away, Chen Yunhao pointed with two fingers, and another sword light flashed out.

This time he used his usual sword move to slay demons. A sword light seemed to travel through space. It flashed between Chen Yunhao's fingers, and the next moment it appeared behind Meng Laogui.

what……

A scream was heard, and Chen Yunhao's sword light directly pierced through Meng Laogui's heart, leaving a bloody hole as big as a fist on his chest.

The whole person fell heavily to the ground from the air like a stone, and died after struggling for only two times.

The ghost-faced spider squeaked and ran into the forest, disappearing without a trace.

"Thank you for saving my life, senior..., ahem...!"

The little fat man struggled to stand up from a distance. The self-explosion of the low-grade magic weapon just now also caused him great damage.

"Let me ask you, where is this place?"

Chen Yunhao smiled and waved his hands, pretending to be lost.

"To answer your question, Senior, the mountain gate of our Five Thunder Sect is not far from here, and it is located in the northwest of Hanhaizhou. I wonder where you are going?"

"I'm heading northwest towards Shifang City..."

Chen Yunhao randomly reported a place name. He knew that there was a fairy city not far from here.

"Then Senior is about to pass by my mountain gate. Allow me to go back and report it first to avoid any misunderstanding."

The little fat boy hesitated for a moment, but he seemed to be very cautious.

"The Five Thunder Sect also practices thunder magic, doesn't it?"

Chen Yunhao asked the question even though he knew the answer.

Seeing the little fat man nodded, Chen Yunhao spoke again.

"I also happen to be learning thunder magic, and I want to discuss it with your sect leader. You should go back and report first!"

Chen Yunhao said this and waved his hand again.

Watching the little fat boy riding on the flying boat and running away, Chen Yunhao smiled, put his hands behind his back and slowly walked towards the Wulei Gate.

With the premise of saving people, it would be much easier for him to visit again.

Although he was certain in his heart that the Five Thunder Sect had nothing to do with the Thunder Mountain in the lower realm, he still felt a sense of closeness when he saw a sect that practiced thunder magic.

Even if you travel slowly, half an incense stick of time is enough for a distance of a hundred miles.

Before they got close to Wulei Mountain, they saw a thin-looking old man in his fifties, who was in the late Lianxu stage, coming with the little fat boy on a flying boat.

"Thank you so much, fellow Daoist, for helping my disciple..."

"Fellow Daoist, are you...?"

"My master is the head of the Five Thunder Sect."

The little fat guy following behind is quite impatient.

"If you're not in a hurry, please come to my Five Thunder Gate and have a cup of coarse tea before leaving!"

The leader of the Five Thunder Sect was quite polite. He didn't have the majestic aura that was typical of the Naga sect, but instead had a scholarly air.

"Obedience is worse than respect. Chen is sorry to bother you!"

Chen Yunhao just wanted to go and take a look, so he didn't hesitate.

Wulei Mountain is not big, only about a thousand miles in radius, and is considered a small mountain in this area.

However, Wulei Mountain is also a special existence. There is no grass growing on the entire mountain, and it has a faint metallic luster. It is obviously a mine.

During the thunderstorm season, Wulei Mountain acts like a magnet, attracting all kinds of lightning and thunder, which is very suitable for the disciples to practice.

It is precisely because Wu Lei Mountain has the property of attracting thunder and lightning that the ancestors of Wu Lei Sect founded their sect here.