Chen San thought about it in his heart, and after talking to Wu Yue about some action matters, they dispersed.

At this time, the sky was already slightly bright, and many casual cultivators came early to either sit on the ground or set up a shelf, and they were busy again on a new day.

There was something in his heart, Chen San stopped lingering, walked straight to the stone steps, and went directly up the mountain.

Back in the small courtyard, Chen San walked into the bedroom, removed the tables and chairs, took out the spirit stones from the storage bag, and laid them out on the ground one by one according to a mysterious trajectory.

Not long after, when Chen San hit the late stage of the light, the small all-round array that had only been arranged appeared in front of him.

With a "hum" sound, the formation was driven, and the spiritual power light patterns swung out, washing everything in the room, and only disappeared when it reached the roof. Everywhere the light pattern is brushed, it is glowing with light, like a starry sky.

In the center of the bedroom formation that was full of spiritual energy, like a dazzling starlight, Chen San sat cross-legged, holding a low-grade spirit stone in both hands, and exhaled his luck.

A trace of aura that was still recognizable to the naked eye slowly inhaled along the acupuncture points on the surface of the body, and melted into the rapid flow between Chen San's meridians, fusing and compressing. When passing through the dantian, under the squeeze of the extremely full aura of the dantian, a drop of spiritual liquid shining with a faint spiritual light condensed and formed, and slowly floated towards the dantian spiritual liquid that had not been covered with dantian.

In a small building in the 23rd Ring Road of Yanglong Inner City, a deep voice sounded: "Brother Mo, then Wu Yue is still one monk short of enough people to find the number, I want to find it within a few days, you see, will we advance the schedule a little by then?"

Opposite the middle-aged monk was a handsome man with a bright and starry eye, who was thirty years old, holding a bamboo slip in his hand at this time, he was looking at it attentively, and when he heard the words, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, rolled up the bamboo slip, looked at the middle-aged monk and smiled: "Brother Huang, since we have all been mistaken by the bull-nosed Taoist in Hengshan for so long, what does it matter if we wait a little longer? And the junior Wu Yue is looking for may not be easy to talk to, so we still don't have to be anxious, so as not to make a mistake." ”

When the middle-aged monk heard the word Hengshan, his face turned angry, and he snorted: "Hengshan's bull's nose answered the two of us, but there was no news for a long time, which caused us to waste nearly half a year. I think it's possible that if he falls, we will do whatever he wants. As for those juniors, if they dare to behave badly in front of us, a lesson is that there is no need to worry too much. ”

The handsome man shook his head and said: "Indeed, it doesn't matter to us whether Hengshan Niubi is happy now, or whether he falls and dies, we just need to carefully complete the exploration now." But those juniors we still treat each other well, after all, the place of exploration is really possible to be the place where the real person of Tianhuo fell, we don't ask those juniors to deal with any danger, but the way forward is also a dangerous difference, do you want the two of us to take the lead? If you want those juniors to be obedient, the necessary gentle means are still needed. ”

The middle-aged monk nodded again and again when the handsome man spoke, and then said after the other party finished speaking: "What Brother Mo said is extremely true, but I am impatient and worried in my heart. Alas. This problem of mine is not good for things and cultivation, and I have to change it. ”

Seeing the middle-aged monk say this, the handsome man stopped talking about the matter and changed the conversation, but a subtle color flashed in his eyes when he looked at the bamboo slip that was re-unfolded in his hand.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the fourteenth passes.

It was once activated by the Yi Detention Small Array, and the eruption of abundant spiritual energy permeated Chen San's bedroom, and at this time, the spiritual energy was not as dense as the spiritual power of the spiritual space created by the inner array of the magic array.

Chen San was unaware of this, the spirit stone in his hand was ashed, and he took out two more from the storage bag and held them in his palm.

The cracking sound of "crackling" sounded, and the two spirit stones in Chen San's hands shattered at the same time, and the broken petals of the spirit stones were no longer clear and dazzling, muddy and blurry.

The moment the two spirit stones turned into flying ashes, the remaining spiritual energy in the magic circle in the room, plus the slightest spiritual energy floating up from time to time under the spiritual ground, automatically rotated without wind.

The aura in the bedroom gradually swirled faster, and a small aura tornado gradually took shape and shrank, and the center of the aura tornado was Chen San.

The aura tornado shrank smaller and smaller, and finally wrapped around Chen San's body. Shrinking to this size of the aura tornado, each circle of aura vortex on the tornado has been compressed to the point of substance, and it is clearly distinguishable to the naked eye.

The strange thing is that Chen San, who was entangled by the rapidly rotating aura tornado like a tangible, has never blown a single point of clothes and hair on his body, and the aura tornado is said to be invisible and tangible in his eyes, as if it is tangible and intangible.

The aura tornado wrapped around Chen San's body would split out hair-sized aura and drill into Chen San's body every time it rotated. Gradually, the aura tornado began to fade and spin at a speed that was not as fast as before.

Suddenly, the rapidly rotating aura tornado that wrapped around Chen San's body suddenly stopped, and then reverted to a pure origin aura suspended in the air.

At this time, Chen San's body generated endless suction, and the origin aura suspended beside him was like a dragon swallowing mist, and was quickly inhaled into his body by the acupoints on the surface of his body.

In a moment, only a slight aura slowly rising from the ground remained in the room, and the density of the aura in the entire room was not as good as that of ordinary mountains, rivers and mountains.

After a long time, Chen San exhaled slowly, and as he breathed, the aura that had been inhaled into his body before erupted violently from all over his body as if a floodgate had opened.

After the aura was spewed out, the moment Chen San's eyes opened, two bright lights flashed, and the breath of his whole body rose suddenly, and in an elegant and light spirit, a faint thick aura like Yuanyue echoed.

The breath gradually subsided, Chen San's face was happy, and he said in his heart: I have finally cultivated to the great consummation of the late stage of enlightenment. It seems that in addition to the elixir, as well as the mystical exercises and other means, there is really only one way to leave the spirit stone.

Chen San, who cultivated the wind attribute exercises, coupled with his own wind spirit root attribute, had an elegant and agile aura in the whole person, and with the great consummation in the late stage of enlightenment, the aura on his body also increased a little.

However, Chen San also cultivated the mystical earth attribute exercises such as "True Soil Condensation Determination", as well as his own hidden top-grade earth spirit root, which was elegant and agile, coupled with the thick and invisibly emanating from the abyss, but it gave people a feeling that they couldn't see and couldn't figure it out. Of course, this is just to say that the monks who are not far from each other will still show clues in front of the powerful monks.

Looking at the dim bedroom, Chen San raised his legs and got up and walked to the bed to lie down.

Tomorrow is the small auction held in the Luofan Temple, Chen San happened to be in the late stage of the Great Perfection on the day before the event, at this time it should be to continue to meditate and consolidate the realm, but for tomorrow's auction, Chen San had no choice but to take a break.

Immortal cultivators' bodies are already stronger than ordinary people, whether it is strength or recovery. After a night's rest, Chen San opened his eyes leisurely, a trace of imperceptible tiredness in his eyes last night had long been gone, and the whole person seemed refreshed.

The small auction started at four o'clock, an hour before noon, and Chen San calculated that it was still early, so he strolled out of the city.

Some of the dry food and wine in the storage bag have been gone, and Chen San plans to go out of the city to replenish it, and have a better breakfast by the way.

When passing through the city gate, in the octagonal pavilion where the procedures for entering the city were handled today, the one on duty happened to be the red-clothed monk who rudely despised Chen San last time.

The red-clothed monk's eyes were sharp, and Chen San happened to sweep it when he passed by, and the monk's memory was stronger than that of ordinary people, which immediately reminded him of this loose cultivator who was a cultivator in the late stage of enlightenment at a young age, although Chen San had a long time at this time, he still made the red-clothed monk recognize it at a glance.

Under the breath induction, the red-clothed monk's heart was shocked, Chen San's breath was obviously a little stronger than when he entered the city a few months ago, could it be?

When the cardinal monk is on duty on weekdays, he intentionally or unintentionally likes to observe and sense the age of the monks and compares them with himself.

Seeing Chen San again today, and sensing the improvement of the other party's cultivation, remembering Chen San's flattery and forbearance when facing him before, the cardinal monk suddenly felt that this kind of flattery and forbearance no longer made him feel happy.

The Cardinal Monk is not a stupid person, but the perennial shade in the sect has created his arrogance, although he has also been aware of the impact of this bad mentality on his cultivation, and his intention to change it has not been very effective.

But after seeing Chen San again, the arrogance accumulated in the past made him still feel jealous and cursed, but more shocked.

The immortal cultivation world is the most cruel and ruthless, even the ascetic monks who live in the sect and don't go out will hear about it, and the red-clothed monks are the same.

The basis of Chen San's fawning and forbearance of the cardinal monk is based on the powerful sect behind him, if he is also a loose cultivator, treating Chen San like this, maybe the other party will kill him. If Chen San can have higher achievements in the future, and the red-clothed monk meets Chen San outside the sect, maybe the other party ignores the sect behind him and also kills him.

Thinking of this, the cardinal monk only felt **** on his back, and his heart was cold.

Under the repeated questioning of the monk in front of him, the red-clothed monk came back to his senses, ignored the monk in front of him, and swept his eyes around, but Chen San was already gone.

After scanning twice and not seeing Chen San, the cardinal monk moved his gaze back to him and responded in a loud voice, without the arrogance and contempt of the past in his words.

Chen San didn't know that once he went out of the city to eat, his youth and the rapid progress of his cultivation actually made a monk suddenly wake up, and many years later, there was another famous monk in the Luofan Temple. Of course, that's all for later.

At this time, Chen San was sitting in a luxurious and elegantly decorated restaurant in the outer city, and he didn't enter the private room, so he chose a location facing the street, ordered a table full of food, and chewed it slowly.

Chen San didn't eat fast, and after a long time, a table full of delicacies was also in his stomach.

In the meantime, some of the guests who entered the building to eat saw that there was an empty seat next to Chen San, and they moved the tables and chairs away from Chen San a little before coming to sit down.

Chen San was puzzled, and after thinking about it for a while, he already understood. Although he did not indicate the identity of the immortal cultivator, but the table full of delicacies in front of him also indirectly indicated the identity of the immortal cultivator, what mortal can stuff so much food? Even if Chen San is not, the guests can't see it, and they can't help but unconsciously provoke Chen San, who may be an immortal cultivator in front of him, and these guests are consciously staying away from Chen San's side.

After a full burp, he touched his round belly, took the wine and dry food handed over by the guy, paid for the meal, and Chen San stepped out of the restaurant and walked towards the inner city.