A flash in the pan, time is like an arrow.

Half a year has passed since that day, and in this half year, a strange and mysterious figure began to pop up out of thin air in the cultivation realm.

The whole body is uniformly dressed in a white robe, with a silver hideous mask on his face, a slender body, unable to distinguish gender, and a long sword with white light in his hand.

This person suddenly appeared half a year ago, and his strength was extremely strong, and some evil cults and gangsters were easily exterminated by him, and for a time he became a righteous existence worshiped by the local people.

The silver mask and the white-robed sword are now an iconic mark, and people call him the Wraith Swordmaster.

"Didn't the old man give you all the money, why did you rob my daughter!"

"Fart! I help the master take a fancy to your daughter, but it's your daughter's honor, don't be embarrassed! You old thing!"

In one village, the surrounding tiled houses were closed one after another, only one simple house was smashed, and two fathers and daughters sat on the ground in front of a group of people, looking resentfully at the middle-aged man with fat ears and big faces at the head.

"Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"Ha Luha, what retribution, what kind of ghost sword master?"

A big man with a turban kicked the old father to the ground, and Da Lu laughed and said, "We are all at the peak level of true masters here, if that Laoshizi Sword Saint dares to come, we will definitely let his body stay here!"

The middle-aged man proudly touched his few beards, and his expression was extremely arrogant.

The old man's daughter was a little beautiful, and she couldn't help but despair when she looked at the vicious gangsters in front of her.

Are all these rumors deceitful?

Why don't you show up when your family is in trouble?

Alas, rumors are just rumors after all, and I can't believe them

Just when the two father and daughter were in despair, a white light instantly pierced the chest of the big man who was laughing wildly.

Blood sprayed, and the body fell straight to the ground.

The white lightsaber was inserted in the gravel wall and trembled slightly, looking at the sword, the father and daughter suddenly became excited.

"Yes, it's the Wraith Sword Master!"

A white figure swayed in the harsh sunlight and landed gracefully on the white sword.

Bursts of white mist erupted from the mouth of the hideous mask, and those in the mask could see the eyes that shimmered with coldness.

"Everybody chopped him up for me!"

The middle-aged man sneered, and with a wave of his fat arm, those big men picked up the big knives in their hands and rushed towards the Ghost Sword Saint.

The Ghost Sword Saint flipped over in the air, and when his body turned halfway, he made a move with his left hand, and the white long sword suddenly let out a sword groan, turning into a white lightning bolt that pierced through the chests of the big men who rushed towards him.

In the blink of an eye, all of the middle-aged man's subordinates turned into corpses lying on the ground, and at this time, the two father and daughter couldn't help but retreat with some trembling when they saw the bloody corpses all over the ground.

"No, don't kill me, I'll give you a lot of money"

Listening to these somewhat familiar words, the Netherworld Sword Saint's movements were obviously sluggish, and he immediately raised his long sword to reduce the fat man's height by a few inches.

Looking at the red and white things all over the ground, the two fathers and daughters were stunned for a long time, and then they came to the Ghost Sword Saint and kowtowed a few times: "Thank you, Xie Lu, thank you for the sword saint's life-saving grace!"

A gentle air flow gently supported the two of them, and after helping them up, the Ghost Sword Saint immediately turned into a cloud of white smoke and disappeared instantly.

Not far away, on the top of a secluded mountain, a white figure ghostly emerged, slowly removing the silver mask that was fastened to his face.

Looking at the silver mask in his hand, Chen Haoran smiled bitterly.

In the past six months, he has matured a lot, and his hair is no longer fluffy and short, but has returned to its previous pale hair color.

Unexpectedly, he continued to suppress those evil gangs and bandits during this time, but the people in the vicinity gave themselves an inexplicable nickname.

After this period of understanding in the cultivation realm, Chen Haoran already knew the general structure of the cultivation realm.

The entire Xiuzhen Continent is divided into five major regions: central, eastern, western, northern, and southern.

And he is now in a small town in the Eastern Regions.

The Eastern Regions are a sacred place for alchemists and medicine doctors, and in these small towns you can see alchemists in white coats passing by.

One by one, these alchemists were extremely arrogant, ignoring the pleas of some of the poor patients in the village.

Walking in a desolate village, Chen Haoran had already changed into an extremely ordinary blue robe at this time, holding a fan in his hand, and the whole picture looked like a scholar.

"Woo, Master Pharmacist, save my wife!"

Not far ahead, many villagers gathered, and the cry of an old man could be faintly heard.

Chen Haoran separated the crowd, came to the innermost part of the crowd and looked at the scene inside, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

I saw an old man kneeling on the ground, looking up and begging for a middle-aged man in a luxurious white robe in front of him.

The old man's house was a dilapidated thatched hut, with a tattered wooden table and a bed made of straw clearly visible from the outside.

There was an old woman lying on the bed who was constantly panting, and Chen Haoran could clearly see the symptoms on her body with just a glance.

Cough and phlegm, phlegm collects in the throat, and if not dredged in time, I am afraid it will be life-threatening.

This kind of symptom only needs to use a little bit of True Qi to dredge it, but looking at the appearance of the medicine refiner, it is obvious that he is unwilling to spend time here.

"This guy, if it weren't for his identity as an alchemist, I would have rushed up and beaten him up a long time ago!"

At this time, a strong young man beside Chen Haoran clenched his fists, stared fiercely at the medicine refiner and scolded in a low voice.

The profession of alchemist is divided into the human realm, the earth realm, and the heavenly realm, and each realm is divided into nine levels, and ten levels are advanced.

Each alchemist wears a sign that indicates their rank to indicate their status and status.

Indeed, in the same profession, the medicine refiner is definitely much more favored than the medicine doctor, the former will refine the elixir needed by the cultivator and the patient, while the medicine doctor can only help the patient check the condition.

Therefore, in this cultivation continent, the alchemist is much higher than other professions in terms of identity and status.

On the other hand, Chen Haoran found that under the left chest of the old man in white robes hung a bronze plaque with a figure engraved on it, and six eye-catching stars engraved below the herringbone.

The attitude of the sixth-order alchemist of the human realm is like this, if it is the heavenly realm, wouldn't it be with his nose to the sky?

The onlookers began to accuse the old man of refining medicine, but the old man sneered, looking at the eyes of the villagers as if they were looking at a swarm of rats, and even felt that he would pollute his shoes if he stood on this dirty ground.

"Since this lord doesn't want to heal, then I'll take his place to help your wife. ”

A blue-robed and white-haired young man walked out of the crowd, and he came to the old man's side with a smile and helped him up, and smiled at the old man who was refining medicine.

Looking at the harmless young man in front of him, the old man who was refining medicine couldn't help but be stunned, because in his smile, he clearly felt a little cold.