Chapter 11: The Foundation Monks
In the middle of the night, taking advantage of the night, he left Tianyun City quietly.
What Nangong Chan promised was not attractive to Huang Wudao, and it was naturally impossible to let him stay.
Originally, he was going to leave after being promoted to the Yuan Realm, but now that the situation has changed, he can only leave in advance.
There is a small bridge five miles away from the city, and there is a simple rain shelter on the other side of the bridge for passers-by to rest and shelter from the rain.
Huang Wudao stood in the pavilion, looking at the majestic city walls of Tianyun City from afar.
Although the night is dark, you can faintly see the outline of the city wall, like a giant beast lying dormant on the earth.
"I met in Weimo, after all, I will forget about each other in the rivers and lakes, and I don't know if I can come back and revisit my hometown in my lifetime!"
Shaking his head slightly, he prepared to leave.
"Don't worry, you don't have this chance!"
The sudden sound startled the wilderness.
He suddenly became vigilant, looked around, and said in a condensed voice, "Which brother is here? Why don't you show up?"
As he spoke, Huang Wudao secretly spread his divine sense around, gradually enveloping the entire range of the rain shelter.
"You kid is very alert!"
A figure appeared behind the Desolate Dao, but it was a middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a Yunjin Dao robe.
Huang Wudao subconsciously turned around with the sound, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he was terrified inexplicably.
Foundation Monk!?
The middle-aged Taoist priest in front of him turned out to be a monk in the foundation building period!
And he should have used some kind of concealment method before, no wonder the absurd and untouched didn't notice his existence in the first place.
There is no difference between the foundation building stage cultivator and the qi refining stage cultivator, and with the cultivation of the ninth order of the Gathering Spirit Realm now, it is absolutely impossible to compete.
It seems that we have to find a way to get out as soon as possible, and the thirty-six plans are the upper plan!
I don't know what the purpose of the monk in front of me is, but looking at it like this, eight or nine are not far from ten, and they are here for the sake of desolation.
The thought in the center of his mind flowed, but he didn't show it on the surface of the barren Dao, but shook it slightly, and said loudly: "The Taoist knows the next?"
"I don't know!" the Taoist priest said expressionlessly, "But if you are Su Muyun, then you are naturally the person that the poor Dao is looking for!"
"Uh......" Huang Wudao's eyes rolled, and he felt that it would definitely be useless for him to fool around now, so he had to admit generously, "It's Su Muyun below, I don't know what the long thing is?"
"Are you still pretending to be stupid?" the middle-aged Taoist priest sneered, "Forget it! Anyway, you're going to turn into a dead corpse soon, so it's okay!"
"Why did the Taoist chief say this? Did he inadvertently offend the Taoist chief? If so, please also ask the Taoist chief Haihan to be willing to make amends!" said Huang Wudao with a look of surprise.
"It's good to be alert, but it's not good to be smart!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest raised his hand without warning, and in an instant, a fist-sized fireball shot towards Huang Wudao.
Huang Wudao's eyes froze, no longer concealed, his legs carried his spiritual power, stepped on the ground, and his body flew backwards.
After sweeping more than ten meters, he stopped and looked up at the rain shelter.
"Boom!"
Like a dry thunder on the flat ground, the simple rain shelter could not withstand the impact, and exploded violently, instantly soaring into the sky.
Although this fireball technique is only a low-level spell, it is also powerful when it is used by the methods of the foundation building period monks.
There was no way to be desolate, and he quickly thought about countermeasures.
"Your little fox's tail is finally exposed!"
When the rain shelter exploded, it raised dust in the sky, and a person slowly walked out of it, it was the middle-aged Taoist priest.
He snorted coldly and continued, "It seems that that thing in Sword Forge Villa is indeed on you kid!"
"At a young age, he has the cultivation of the ninth layer of qi refining, no wonder even the old monsters of the Jindan stage are greedy for that treasure!
What treasure?
Lao Tzu didn't even smell the bullshit, so he took the blame for others in a daze?
It's a rage in the heart of the barren road!
It's a pity that this situation can't be explained by him, not to mention that the other party will definitely not believe it.
Looking at the desolate expression, the middle-aged Taoist priest sneered: "It turns out that you really don't know who the poor Dao is?" Didn't Miss Nangong tell you clearly?"
"Nangong Chan!" A flash of inspiration flashed in Huang Wudao's mind, and he suddenly became enlightened.
Su Muyun has been in the Nangong family for almost three years, even if the Su family's ancestors really handed down any treasures, and they were destroyed because of this.
There should have been someone who came to the Nangong family to ask for someone, after all, the orphan of the Sword Casting Villa and the Nangong family are also considered a household name in the entire Nanyue Kingdom, and it is impossible for the people behind the scenes not to get the news.
But coincidentally, Nangong Chan had just had a showdown with herself during the day, and at night, a monk in the foundation building period suddenly appeared to seize the treasure.
No matter how you think about it, this matter is strange, and it seems to be inseparable from Nangong Chan.
didn't give the wilderness a chance to think about it, the middle-aged Taoist priest slapped his waist and had two more talismans in his hand.
"If I can kill you directly, how can Poor Dao spend these means!" The middle-aged Taoist priest glanced at the talisman seal in his hand, and a trace of pain flashed.
However, his expression was fleeting, and he continued, "But if you can get that treasure, it's worth the effort!"
I saw the middle-aged Taoist priest raise his hand, and the two talismans turned into streamers and shot towards the barren road.
Huang Wudao frowned, and just wanted to dodge, but the streamers that those few runes turned into were too fast.
Before he could react, he hit him directly.
However, the imaginary scene of flesh and blood did not appear, but instead formed a light shield, enveloping the desolate Dao.
The middle-aged Taoist priest walked up to him, glanced at the desolate Dao who was slapping the light mask vigorously, and said disdainfully: "You kid, don't do useless work, this enchantment talisman and the soul locking talisman are combined, even the monks in the foundation building period can be trapped, is it possible that you want to get out in this small qi refining period?"
Hearing this, Huang Wudao stopped his movements and glared at the middle-aged Taoist priest fiercely.
The middle-aged Taoist priest didn't care about the desolate Dao devouring gaze, and said leisurely: "The Soul Lock Talisman makes the spiritual power of your whole body almost stagnate, and it is difficult to mobilize the slightest, plus the restraint of the enchantment talisman, you are now just meat on the chopping board!"
After the tea kung fu, Huang Wudao finally calmed down, and said slowly: "What do the seniors want from the juniors?"
"Didn't Poor Dao already say it?" the middle-aged Taoist priest said impatiently, "As long as you hand over that treasure of your Su family, you can be let live!"
"The seniors are really joking!" said ridiculously, "Let's not mention whether the juniors have the treasure that the seniors want, even if there is one, after the juniors hand it over to the seniors, can they really live?"
"Haha! It seems that you are not stupid! It's a pity that the times are not good, so let's have a good baby in the next life!" The middle-aged Taoist priest Tu Qi saw the dagger, showed a hideous expression, and laughed wildly.