In the midst of a boundless mountain forest, a green light swept unhurriedly in the southeast direction.

The green mangs flew very low, almost clinging to the canopy.

Qing Mangli is a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, stepping on a three-foot sword as crystal as jade, wearing a light blue brocade robe, and his smart eyes are clear and translucent, like a morning star embedded in the delicate face, making the seemingly quiet face a little more energetic and handsome.

This young man walking at a low altitude is Chen San.

Chen San himself is still handsome, especially those eyes, he never expressed his meaning before words, but unfortunately he rarely uses these eyes to attract people.

After waking up, Chen San, who got up and hurried away, walked all the way, with an indifferent look on his face, and he actually looked a little more mature, much more stable than people of the same year.

Also, after all, Chen San has experienced several life and death situations, and it is natural for him to be a little more mature and stable.

Suddenly, Chen San's heart moved, his eyes showed doubts, and after a few breaths of meditation, the void descended into the forest, put away the magic weapon, and galloped away in a different direction on foot. Nearly 20 days have passed, Chen San's injuries are also good, and there are not many problems with the usual jumping and galloping.

Soon after, Chen San squatted on the crown of a slightly taller tree, and among the dense and lush foliage, he looked at what was in front of him.

It is a village of nearly 1,000 households, and the outer perimeter of the village is surrounded by thigh-thick logs tied to the ground, and only two exits with heavy wooden doors are left at the head and end of the village.

On the wall that stretches for nearly ten miles, watchtowers are built around the wall, and on each watchtower there are two villagers stationed on them, holding strong bows and arrows and looking ahead.

As long as you look closely, you will see that these villagers guarding the guard have a perfunctory look on their faces. Although he was looking ahead, he was unfocused, his mouth kept moving up and down, and he was chatting with his companions.

Outside the fence is a blank area of more than ten zhang, on which the truncated tree stumps show traces of man-made, and Chen San is squatting on a big tree outside the blank area.

Because the wall was built so widely, the empty space inside was not crowded with thousands of households, so much of the empty space was used to grow vegetables and raise livestock. There are also small squares built in some places, with pavilions and trees, wooden horse swings, and many adults and children playing in the shade.

Chen San's eyes just swept the village, and then fell on the two groups of people on the avenue at the head of the village.

Approaching the gate of the village, a group of people were eight men and women who were talking.

These eight men and women are uniformly dressed, all dressed in white-sleeved green clothes, and embroidered with a frost flower that exudes cold air on their chests, obviously they are disciples of the same sect.

After a moment of conversation, the four men and women facing the exit of the village took out various magic weapons one after another, and dived under their feet to fly away, the situation was exactly the opposite of what Chen San had seen before.

Chen San had noticed four rays of light from a distance that were rushing from his left, and he was immediately shocked and wanted to take a closer look at who the other party was, but those four rays of light fell to the ground and disappeared from sight.

Obviously, the other party did not find himself, and Chen San also realized through this brief observation that these four monks who had lost their light were only four monks of enlightenment, and they could not be the enemies who had pursued him before.

After being teleported and transferred, Chen San traveled intermittently for several days, traveling more than a thousand miles, not to mention monks, even mortals did not meet a single one.

Although he was sure that he had escaped from the pursuit, he didn't know where he was, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart, and when he saw the four ordinary monks at this moment, he hesitated for a moment, but decided to go forward and take a look.

When Chen San sneaked forward, he saw that it was such a big village similar to a village.

After the four men and women flew away, the remaining four monks walked straight to the village.

The other group of people on the village avenue were more than forty men of different colors and ages, looking at those sect disciples with respectful expressions. As soon as they saw that the four had left, the remaining four walked towards them and others, and they all walked forward quickly, with a look of flattery on their faces, and their mouths kept talking.

The four sect disciples poured towards the center of the village with the support of these men with a look of help.

Seeing this, Chen San already had some clarity in his heart.

Those sect disciples were a little far away from the group of people who greeted them, and Chen San couldn't sense their cultivation by their breath, but he could infuse his eyes with spiritual power and look at the aura that appeared on their bodies to get their general cultivation, all of them were cultivators in the Enlightenment Period.

If it was an ordinary monk gathering, or a monk trading market, then the forty or so Enlightenment Stage monks didn't need to gather together to curry favor with these sect disciples in every way.

After ruling out a few ideas, Chen San came to the conclusion that there was a small spiritual artifact mine near this place, and that the monks who were flattering were some miners, and the disciples of the sect had come here to take over and supervise them.

Chen San, who had come to a conclusion, hesitated a little in his heart, he wanted to go over and ask, but the sudden appearance of a strange monk here was easy to be misunderstood and cause unnecessary conflicts.

In fact, there is a human village here, and it is so big, as long as you search around the village in a large area, you can find other human settlements sooner or later, and you can also get the information you want, but Chen San didn't dare.

Chen San didn't want to waste time, because he observed that the clothes of these sect disciples did not match any of the sects he remembered in his mind.

The memory of immortal cultivators is amazing, and Chen San is no exception. In Chen San's mind, all the sect forces in the Great Zhou Kingdom where he lived were not dressed like this.

The slightly larger sect forces in other countries outside the Great Zhou were not so dressed, and the slightly smaller sect forces Chen San were excluded.

Among the disciples of these sects, the four disciples who left the sky are not only unified, but they are all medium-grade magic weapons, which smaller sect will configure such a high-level sky magic weapon for the disciples?

Therefore, Chen San doubted whether he had been teleported to a place far away from the Great Zhou Kingdom, and he was really eager to know the truth.

If he really teleported to such a long distance, Chen San searched so blindly, maybe he would be pinched to death in front of some notorious sects, so he didn't dare to go around the village to search on a large scale.

Another reason that made Chen San want to ask in the past was that there were only four sect disciples left behind in front of him, and basically only the monks of the foundation building period came here regularly to collect the results, and they would not sit here.

The four sect disciples plus more than forty mining scattered cultivators, the monks of the Enlightenment Period did not dare to come and rob them. There are not a few monks in the foundation building period who dare not come to rob it, because the sect will regularly send people to collect the results, and if they rob it, they will not share much, and they will face being chased and killed by these sects. It's not that the Jindan monks don't do such shameless things, it's just that they don't open their eyes to this kind of small mine.

Thinking of this, Chen Sanyi gritted his teeth, retreated into the dense forest, and walked around the village.

The two villagers guarding the gate of the fence held spears in their hands, leaning lazily against the door, talking non-stop about what had just happened.

One of the slightly chubby villagers said, "Qian Gou'er, do you know? I just glanced back secretly, and saw those immortals who usually shouted and insulted us, and they were facing the few immortals in Qingshuang Building, who were courteous and flattering." Gee. More snobbish than we are. ”

The villager known as Qian Gou'er was a young man who seemed to be quite clever, and when he heard this, he immediately glared at the other party, and said with anger on his face: "Wang Fat Pig, Wang Fat Pig, it seems that the people in our village really didn't call you wrong, and you are really a human head pig brain." ”

The villager known as Wang Fat Pig just wanted to refute and scold back, but Qian Gou'er stuffed back the swear words in his throat with the next words, "Those immortals are all great masters, and they are not far from us just now, if one of them sees you deliberately looking back at their bears, do you think they will not turn back and cramp and skin you? ”

Wang Fat Pig was immediately frightened into a cold sweat, thinking in his heart what kind of means those immortals would use to torture him, and wanted to say something in his mouth, but he didn't say a word for a long time.

Qian Gou'er didn't hit the other party again, and he was also thinking about the scenes of those villagers who offended the fairy master in the past, and they were tortured by all kinds of unheard-of cruel punishments, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Just when the two villagers were worried about their unpredictable situation, a blue figure gradually appeared in front of them on a straight road in front of the gate.

Qian Gou'er was the first to find the comer, and immediately greeted Wang Fat Pig, and the two of them cheered up and stared at the comer.

The people who can appear here in the deep mountains and old forests are either worldly martial arts masters, or those immortal cultivators who can soar through the clouds. Although the two of them have seen a lot, especially the immortal cultivators, it doesn't mean that the two of them dare to despise the person in front of them.

The blue figure got closer and closer, and after seeing each other's faces clearly, the two guessed each other's identities, and a trace of awe appeared on their faces.

The person in front of him was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man wearing a light blue brocade robe, and he dared to appear here at such an age, needless to say, he must be a cultivator.

When the young man in blue approached, without waiting for the other party to speak, Qian Gou'er said with a flattering look on his face: "This immortal master, I don't know what you have to do when you come to Wangjia Village?"

The young man in blue was Chen San, and before he could reply, a luxuriously built two-story house at the head of the village quickly walked out of a white-sleeved Qingshuangmen disciple in green clothes after a villager entered.

Seeing that sect disciple, Chen San didn't say a word, and waited for the other party to come forward.

Qian Gou'er and the others didn't reply when they saw Chen San, they looked straight at the village, and after turning their heads to look, they also understood.

The disciple was about thirty years old, tall and resolute, and when he went out and saw Chen San in blue brocade, a hint of strangeness flashed imperceptibly in his eyes, and then he walked towards the door with a smile.

Walking up to Chen San, the disciple looked enthusiastic and said with a smile: "I am Zhao Meng, a disciple of Qingshuang Sect, I don't know what sect this Taoist teacher inherits, and what is the reason for coming here? ”

Chen San was slightly stunned, the enthusiasm of the monk in front of him was really unexpected, and his vigilance in his heart was a little higher, and he hurriedly searched for the information of this Qingshuang Gate in his mind.

At this moment, Chen San had already turned around the sect in his mind, and when he was about to overturn the rhetoric he had come before, he also replied with a smile: "My name is Chen San, and it's just a casual cultivation. This time, I came to the door, but I went out to practice, and after some turnover, I really didn't know where I was in a daze, so I came to ask. ”

Under the hurried search in his mind, Chen San had searched some of the larger sects that he knew, and there was no trace of this Qingshuang Sect at all.

There is no impression, which means that this sect is outside the scope of Chen San's knowledge, that is, it is far away from the sect outside the Great Zhou Dynasty.

If Chen San reported to his own sect, whether the other party had heard of it or not, he would know that it was very far away, and he would suspect that he was such a junior monk in the middle stage of enlightenment.

Can a minor monk in the middle of enlightenment cross at least a few countries, more than a dozen, or even dozens of sects to come here? No!

Chen San felt bitter in his heart, this Void True Thunder Bead was really the best escape!