Immortal cultivation starts with copying.

Although the middle-aged monk breathed a sigh of relief, Little Tai Sui was his benefactor who had provided him with good food and drink over the years, so he couldn't just abandon him because of a word from the other party.

"Could you please give me some mercy, my friend? It's easier to resolve an embarrassment than to create one..."

Chen Yunhao had already been furious tonight. He knew that killing someone meant paying with one's life, so how could he let the main culprit get away with it?

"We have an irreconcilable feud. I'm afraid I can't give you face, fellow Daoist. Why don't we just fight it out first?"

Chen Yunhao had a gloomy face and a firm tone. There was no room for negotiation on this matter.

The longer the night, the more dreams there are. If he doesn't get rid of the cultivator in front of him first, once the commotion gets big, it will be difficult for him, a cultivator, to openly attack mortals in this provincial capital.

The middle-aged cultivator was experienced and wise, so how could he not understand what Chen Yunhao meant?

Although he had poor innate talent and had practiced Taoism for decades before reaching the third level of Qi Refining, he was confident that he could fight against the young Chen Yunhao.

The middle-aged monk just shouted coldly and waved his index fingers repeatedly. He didn't even say hello and took the initiative to attack.

Several feet long water arrows appeared out of thin air, with a whooshing sound, and rushed towards Chen Yunhao in no particular order.

After all, it was the first real combat. In the world of immortal cultivation, fighting was a life-and-death struggle and was never a joke.

Although Chen Yunhao had no experience in the world of cultivating immortals, he was very clear about this point. He had heard about it countless times from his senior brothers and sisters in the sect.

It is obvious that the middle-aged cultivator's spiritual roots are mainly water-attributed, but the quality of the spiritual roots is probably not good either, either four or five spiritual roots.

Although the water arrow technique looked very intimidating at first glance, the middle-aged cultivator's cultivation level was relatively low after all, so in Chen Yunhao's opinion, its power was much less.

Chen Yunhao snapped the five fingers of his right hand, and several fireballs as big as washbasins shot out.

This is the most common fire technique in the world of immortal cultivation. Of course, it also depends on the spiritual roots of the person who casts the technique. Only cultivators with fire spiritual roots can cast fire techniques most skillfully and with the greatest power.

It is true that Chen Yunhao has a fire spiritual root, but it is not a single spiritual root. A single spiritual root means that he only has one spiritual root.

Cultivators with a single spiritual root are the best candidates for cultivating immortals, and their cultivation speed is much higher than that of cultivators with multiple spiritual roots.

The worst spiritual roots among cultivators are those that have all five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. These are also called useless spiritual roots.

In addition to the fire spiritual root, Chen Yunhao also has a mutated thunder spiritual root.

This thunder spiritual root is not among the five elements, so it is also called an unusual spiritual root, which means that Chen Yunhao has both thunder and fire spiritual roots.

His spiritual root can be said to be quite unique. Although his cultivation speed is not as fast as that of natural spiritual roots, he is still gifted.

The only point is that there are not many techniques that can be practiced with the Thunder Spirit Root, which is far less common than the Fire Spirit Root.

So far, the technique that Chen Yunhao has been practicing is the Fire God Technique passed down by his master. He has not practiced any techniques related to the Thunder Spirit Root at all, because his master's sect does not have any related techniques.

With a few light bangs, several water arrows were not only intercepted by the fireball halfway, but the fireball even had enough energy to pounce on the middle-aged monk.

This middle-aged monk obviously had quite a lot of experience in fighting. He pinched a talisman in his hand and threw it out lightly.

The talisman turned into a water curtain in mid-air, which instantly wrapped up several fireballs.

With a crackling sound, several fireballs went out, and of course the water curtain transformed by the talisman also turned into mist.

Chen Yunhao's eyes narrowed, and this time he had to be more alert.

You have to know that the talisman is not cheap for him. The few spirit stones distributed by the sect every month are not enough for him to practice, so how can he have the spare money to buy the talisman.

Since the other party has the talisman, I will not be at an advantage if I continue to fight with him.

Because the talismans hardly consume the true energy in the cultivator's body, and it is unknown how many talismans the middle-aged cultivator has in his hand, Chen Yunhao does not dare to take the risk.

Besides, the current situation can only be resolved quickly.

Chen Yunhao stretched out his hand and slapped the storage bag on his waist. A cold light rose from the sky and he pointed with two fingers.

It was the mid-grade magical flying sword that his master gave him after he joined the sect.

Taking advantage of the faint moonlight, the flying sword flashed like a ghost.

The middle-aged monk's face changed, and he touched his waist. A three-foot round shield appeared in front of him.

There was a crisp sound of metal colliding, and the next moment the round shield was split into two, failing to even block the attack of the flying sword.

This greatly surprised Chen Yunhao. He thought that the round shield was not even a magical weapon, let alone a mainstream one.

All cultivators who play with flying swords know that the characteristics of a flying sword are to move forward courageously and to be tough rather than yield.

After breaking the round shield, the flying sword continued to move forward and pierced the middle-aged monk's forehead in just one stroke.

This scene was both expected and unexpected.

After all, the middle-aged cultivators' cultivation was too low. One was in the early stage of Qi Refining, and the other was in the middle stage of Qi Refining. The difference in their cultivation was huge after they crossed a level.

Besides, the cultivators who live among mortals can be said to be the paupers in the world of immortal cultivation. They can no longer make a living and have no other options, so they hide among mortals and try to survive.

These down-and-out people are all paupers. They have no resources and no means. They can only scare ordinary people.

Looking at the lights gradually lighting up in the front and middle yards, Chen Yunhao pointed again with two fingers.

"go……."

The flying sword turned into a cold light, penetrated the window, and returned to the house in one stroke.

The next moment, a scream was heard. Looking at the little Tai Sui hiding under the bed, there was a big hole between his eyebrows, and blood mixed with brain matter slowly flowed out.

Chen Yunhao tapped his toes lightly, took a step forward and crossed several feet. He reached out and grabbed the storage bag on the middle-aged monk's waist, and then a ball of fire fell on the middle-aged monk's body.

Chen Yunhao performed these actions in one go without any delay. When the wooden door of the backyard opened, he had already crossed the courtyard wall.

Wang Dalang did not sleep that night and paced back and forth anxiously in his yard.

Although he had witnessed the miraculous skills of his brother-in-law, the brotherhood was still large in number and if anything went wrong, the consequences would be unimaginable.

I looked up inadvertently and saw Chen Yunhao falling from the sky, and my heart finally settled down.

Seeing Zhen Yunhao smiled and nodded at him.

"Okay..." Wang Dalang clapped his hands excitedly.

Although Chen Yunhao did not tell Wang Dalang the specific details after he came back.

But the destruction of the Brotherhood and the death of Little Tai Sui were huge events in this city, and the news spread like wildfire in just one morning.

On this day, many people in the city set off firecrackers and told each other the news. The atmosphere was no less than that of the New Year.

Chen Yunhao was not in a hurry to leave. His eldest sister was his only relative in the world. If he left this time, it would be a long time before they would meet again.