Chen Zimeng didn't have an imperial sword and walked forward on foot.

Feng Ling was so happy, she ran away from time to time, and when she came back, she was chased by either a swarm of wild bees or a fierce beast.

Chen Zimeng rubbed his eyebrows, very helpless, "I said Phoenix, don't make trouble! Let's go quickly, otherwise we will have to sleep in the forest tonight." ”

"What's wrong with sleeping in the woods? Look up at the starry sky, surrounded by fireflies, how beautiful is it?"

"The woods are haunted!" Chen Zimeng said helplessly.

"Nonsense, where are the ghosts, besides, what ghosts and ghosts are you afraid of as a cultivator, I decided, I will sleep in the forest tonight. Feng Ling didn't pay attention to Chen Zimeng at all, her two eyes looked around, and she ran away again.

Chen Zimeng reached out and held the hat on top of his head, which he had bought a few days ago when he passed by a village, in order to hide his appearance.

Because as soon as he came out of the barren mountain, Chen Zimeng found that there were many people looking for him, and monks who were rarely seen could now be met almost everywhere.

After a little inquiry, Chen Zimeng suddenly learned that Zhang Qiancheng returned to the family, and he didn't know what to do, so he invited a Yuan Infant Ancestor to issue a hunt and kill order for Chen Zimeng.

The reward for chasing and killing was ridiculously high, and Chen Zimeng couldn't help but be frightened, and he also matched his appearance.

The high remuneration quickly attracted a large number of casual cultivators to come to find Chen Zimeng, and for a time, monks were everywhere.

Chen Zimeng sighed, raised his eyes and looked at the figure of Feng Ling, stunned, and then his face was bruised, "Where did you go?"

After staying in the barren mountains for half a year, Chen Zimeng thought about where he should go, and now there are many monks looking for him again, which is very troublesome.

But Chen Zimeng is not too afraid, because what he can find for reward is basically some casual cultivation, and he has to work hard for cultivation resources, and because it is a casual cultivation, the general combat power will not be too high, because in the cultivation realm, there are sects and no sects, those are two heaven and earth.

Thinking of Zhang Qiancheng's reward, Chen Zimeng touched the storage bag on his body and frowned.

Half a year ago, the spirit stone that broke through the foundation building was gone, and in the past half a year, I haven't seen a single spirit stone, and I haven't cultivated it at all, just to receive the inheritance of the Hajj.

Chen Zimeng was extremely melancholy, the Bai Ye Sect was ruined, where should he go to find the spirit stone? Do you join the sect? Shaking his head, Chen Zimeng knew that this was not good, there were still one or two secrets on his body, which were not easy to operate.

After thinking about it for a long time, Chen Zimeng still couldn't find the slightest thought, and he had no idea, so Chen Zimeng had to stop thinking about it first, and took out a map, which was collected before, in preparation for escape, and now it was used to determine where he was.

Chen Zimeng searched carefully, and finally determined that he was very close to the hometown of Zhong Fei, Li Yi, Shang Chi, Bai Dao, and Wang Lin.

But in a flash, I thought that I was wanted now, would it bring them trouble.

Looking around, Feng Ling had not come back yet, Chen Zimeng frowned, and suddenly stopped, he didn't believe it, with Zhang Qiancheng's strength, he couldn't find out that Zhong Fei and the others were still alive, didn't that mean that he had already brought danger to them.

With a gesture of his hand, Chen Zimeng stepped directly on the Lianfeng Fire and flew away into the distance.

Either way, he needed to find out.

Feng Ling flashed from the mountains and forests in the distance, shook slightly, and turned into a golden bird less than the size of a palm, and caught up with Chen Zimeng with her wings outstretched, standing on her shoulder, squinting and looking ahead.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Feng Ling was very puzzled, she was playing in the mountains and forests, and Chen Zimeng ran away, so that she had to catch up quickly.

"Maybe something happened, it has something to do with me!" was concise and to the point, but Feng Ling still didn't know.

But whatever, it's nothing to do with him anyway.

Chen Zimeng thought to himself in his heart, thinking very much about Zhong Fei and the five people, praying that they would be fine.

Then I remembered that I had just met when I was in the Kashiwa Ye Sect.

Zhong Fei's five people are from the same place, Zhong Fei is the son of a rich man, Li Yi, Wang Lin, Bai Dao, Shang Chi happens to be a resident of the town, and he occasionally dealt with Zhong Fei when he was a child.

Zhong Fei's father is an old man, so he loves Zhong Fei very much, and he is willing to take Zhong Fei wherever he goes, and over time, Zhong Fei grew up and often followed his father to the countryside, so he met Li Yi.

Li Yi's personality is not enthusiastic, but he is very good at making friends, and he has a lot of friends around him at a young age.

After Li Yi, Zhong Fei met Shang Chi, who was one year older than him, and later met Wang Lin, White Knife.

Bai Dao is the son of the pig killer in the town, and his knife skills are very good.

Therefore, what Zhong Fei envies the most is the white knife.

Later, the five of them went to the suburbs to play together, and happened to meet Chen Zhao, who went out to arrest people.

Chen Zhao went to receive the task in the sect, and happened to meet Zhong Fei and the five people at that time, so he couldn't help but say that a rope was tied up, and he returned to the sect with it.

Zhong Fei told Chen Zimeng that he had a daughter-in-law who had not yet passed the door when he was a child, and after the destruction of Bai Yezong, Zhong Fei said that he would go home to marry his daughter-in-law when he was separated.

Chen Zimeng sped up the speed of the Imperial Sword, and a long arc crossed in the air, and Chen Zimeng flew thirty miles of land in the blink of an eye.

It turned out that Chen Zimeng's luck was very bad, a man in black was sitting on the edge of a mountain cliff, Chen Zimeng's sword flew by, the man in black's eyes flashed, got up and caught up with Chen Zimeng, blocking the way.

Chen Zimeng's eyes flickered, he stopped his body, beckoned to hold Lian Fenghuo and asked very cautiously: "Brother Tai, what are you doing to stop me in the way?"

"What do you say? Of course it's robbery. The spirit stone pills on his body, and the magic weapons and magic weapons are all handed over, otherwise he will die!" The man in black was very unkind, there was a scar on his face, which was very hideous, and as soon as he raised his hand, a big knife was aimed directly at Chen Zimeng, and his breath was fierce.

Chen Zimeng smiled bitterly, this is a robber who has encountered a robbery.

He sensed lightly and learned that the man in black was a foundation building monk who was the same as himself, but he was in the early stage, and the man in black was in the middle stage.

But it doesn't matter, Chen Zimeng is enough to deal with it.

After a moment of silence, Chen Zimeng's eyes were full of strange light, and even the beacon fire in his hand was around, Chen Zimeng said loudly: "Rob, the spirit stone pill on the body, and the weapon magic weapon will all be handed over, otherwise you will die!"

The man in black was obviously stunned, but then he became angry, and rushed forward with a big knife.

After a breath, Chen Zimeng's eyes were full of excitement, patted the storage bag on his waist, he was very satisfied, and turned his head to look, the man in black was lying on the ground, Chen Zimeng didn't kill him, he just fainted.

Chen Zimeng took out a spirit stone and rubbed it carefully, very nostalgic.

Looking at Feng Ling with a smile, Chen Zimeng was in a good mood, "After more than half a year, I finally saw the spirit stones again, although there are not many, they are all low-level spirit stones, but they are okay, and talking is better than nothing." ”

Full of disdain, Feng Ling squinted her eyes and looked away.

"Isn't it just a dozen low-level spirit stones? Look at you, I think back then, this phoenix had a top-level spirit stone in his left hand and a top-level spirit stone in his right hand. ”

"Pure blind blowing!" With a slash, Chen Zimeng put the low-level spirit stone into his arms very preciously, and flew towards Zhongjiazhen with the sword again.

Soon, Chen Zimeng came to the gate of the town, but then he felt that something was wrong, and with cold eyes, Chen Zimeng looked at the town, and his mind moved, and he disappeared in an instant.

No one, like a ghost town.

Chen Zimeng's figure flickered, flew into the sky, and when he looked down, the whole town was full of dead silence, and there was no sound at all.

Chen Zimeng had a bad premonition, flew straight into the town, and came to a mansion, which was very large and covered an extremely wide area, which was Zhong Fei's home.

Entering the mansion, there was no one, but then Chen Zimeng felt the danger, pressed down, and a palm print was printed.

Many flying swords flew from under the courtyard, carrying a lot of flames to stab at Chen Zimeng.

The sword array, Chen Zimeng is very familiar, he is too familiar with such a sword array.

With a wave of his hand, a fingerprint struck downward, setting off a lot of air ripples, and collided directly with the sword array flying sword, and with a "boom", the entire sword array flying sword shattered and fell back to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a sword light and a flame flew in, and two figures also came into view, Chen Zimeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the coldness was overwhelming.

"Chen Zimeng, I've been waiting for a long time!"

One after another, figures rushed from all directions, full of people, and the heavens and the earth were full of people.

Chen Zimeng's face became more and more ugly, almost all of the people who came were building foundation cultivation, there were only two people, one was practicing qi at the eighth level, and the other was practicing qi at the ninth level.

Looking at it coldly, both the road ahead and the way from it were blocked, but Chen Zimeng didn't care about this at the moment, and looked at the front of him, an old man in white clothes had a wrinkled face and was full of evil energy.

"What about the townspeople?"

"Chen Zimeng, you still have to worry about yourself! The Evil Sword Zhang family has set a good price for you, instead of letting me wait to rush up and arrest you, if you surrender yourself, you can avoid some flesh and skin suffering, and we will also avoid some troubles, how about it?"

Where did the people in the town go, no one answered, Chen Zimeng knew in his heart that the five of Zhong Fei would not have a good time.

The old man took a step forward, and quietly, holding a small bell in his hand, which was silent and dull in color.

Chen Zimeng Chang slowly lowered his head, Lian Fenghuo trembled slightly, and the people around him began to move forward slowly, with weapons in their hands.

The coldness in Chen Zimeng's eyes became heavier, and his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of the old man.

A flash of horror flashed in the old man's eyes, but before he could react, a sword blade flashed, and the old man's head fell.

Everyone around was horrified, but then they rushed forward together, the sword light and sword shadow flickered, and countless buildings in the entire town were destroyed in an instant, Chen Zimeng raised his hand and slashed out with a sword, countless people avoided or resisted, the inheritance left by the Hajj made Chen Zimeng's strength go up more than one level, not to mention his flawless and perfect platform, Chen Zimeng's terror was underestimated by everyone present.

The sword rises and falls, Chen Zimeng's every move is extremely powerful, without the flying sword, Chen Zimeng did not condense the sword array to resist the enemy, but even the beacon fire trembled, dozens of sword shadows flickered, and it was the sword qi of more than ten zhang space.

The siege became less and less, and many people were killed and fell into the streets, lying in the town, and for a while, many people began to retreat.

The remuneration given by Zhang Qiancheng is incomparably superior, and every casual cultivator has enough reasons to sell his life, but if he really gives away a small life, what is the effect of the high reward?

If you have money to earn, the premise is that you have a life to spend!

Chen Zimeng's clothes were stained with blood, his own, and more of them were others.

There were about forty or fifty scattered cultivators left, standing in the distance and looking at Chen Zimeng, who had long since ceased to regard Chen Zimeng as a generous reward at his fingertips, and many corpses were scattered on the streets, for them, Chen Zimeng was a god of killing.

Many people turned their heads and left, the escape method is wonderful, and they ran far away in an instant, as a casual cultivator, almost everyone will have their own unique escape method.

It is a pity that the dead Sanxiu are too conceited, they regard Chen Zimeng as a lamb, and as a result, the neck of the lamb was broken and he died.

Chen Zimeng looked at it, and a flash of purple flashed in his eyes.

In Zhongjia Town, the streets are full of swords.