w "If you want to drag others along, you have to have capital." Xia Chen sneered, and popped up an innate fire, falling on Wu Ying's body. The pure white flames burned brightly, turning the body into nothing in an instant.
He waved briefly and grabbed Wu Ying and Yunzhen's storage bags in his hands. At the same time, he said without looking back: "What are you two standing here waiting for? If you don't commit suicide as soon as possible to apologize to our Zhengxuan sect, don't you think
Will I let you go?"
These words were naturally addressed to Chen Sheng and the old woman who was blind in one eye.
Among the first-level monks with supernatural powers, these two are the only ones left alive. Originally, they thought they would be able to survive if they were lucky enough to have their ancestors with them, but now, they only have despair in their hearts.
The old woman was trembling all over, her old face was full of horror. She kept backing away, then suddenly shouted, turned around and ran away.
Xia Chen didn't chase her, he just turned around and looked at her coldly, stretched out his fingers to grab the innate fire, and it burned into the old woman's body in an instant.
The old woman screamed loudly, but in just one breath, she turned into gray smoke and dispersed all over the sky.
All the belongings on her body were turned into ashes. As a disciple of the Haoran Sect, Xia Chen couldn't even look down on her belongings.
Chen Sheng didn't run away, not because he didn't want to run away, but because he knew it was useless.
There was no color on his face, and he laughed like a nervous man, pointed at Xia Chen and said sternly: "Little beast, I didn't expect you to become so powerful today, and even the founder of our sect was killed by you, if I had known this.
In the zoo, I should have killed you with one slap."
"You'd better commit suicide by burning the innate fire, otherwise we will have to clean up your body, which will be very laborious." Xia Chen said calmly.
To this day, Chen Sheng, a first-level monk with ordinary supernatural powers, has no sense of existence in his eyes, and it is too troublesome to say anything.
Chen Sheng was stunned, and then he laughed even more nervously. Tears couldn't help but fall down in his laughter: "Xia Chen, I, Chen Sheng, am also a magical cultivator, but in your eyes I am so worthless. I can't even commit suicide."
The only choice is to **, just because you are too lazy to clean up my body, hahaha... I am so sad, okay. I will do as you wish!"
Fire gradually bloomed in his body, and soon the innate fire swept through his body, devouring him mercilessly, but he still kept laughing.
Xia Chen didn't look at him and walked slowly towards Ma Huanshan and the others.
As he passed by Qingran, who was still stunned, Xia Chen said lightly: "Fang Qingran, you'd better die like Chen Sheng, lest your body pollute the sect's treasured land."
Fang Qingran shook violently as if struck by lightning.
Xia Chen didn't even look at him. He walked up to Ma Huanshan and saluted respectfully: "Master Ma, Master Yin, uncles, sisters, and disciples are fortunate enough to have fulfilled their orders and killed all the powerful enemies and protected the mountain gate.
Please ask the Patriarch to handle the payment of treasures and subsequent matters."
He said as he handed over the storage bags and magic weapons to Zhao Luofeng, Wu Ying and Yunzhen.
At this time, Li Chendong, Fan Yun, Lu Wanting and Yang Yuanxing all woke up from coma. The eight first-level magical monks witnessed this scene and were stunned when they heard what Xia Chen said. They were extremely surprised.
Ma Huanshan did not accept the storage bag and magic weapon, but looked deeply at this disciple who killed more than ten magical monks alone. He was so shocked that for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
"Xia Chen... you did a good job, very good, great." Yin Qiuli rubbed his big hands, feeling very emotional. Although he finally said something, he could only say these two sentences.
"Two patriarchs and disciples..." Xia Chen couldn't figure out what they meant and was about to ask again.
Ma Huanshan finally came to his senses, shook his head repeatedly, and said with a shameful smile: "Xia Chen, although you still call me the Patriarch as a disciple, I can't bear the word Patriarch. Your current cultivation level is far behind."
Better than Junior Brother Yin and I, I'm afraid even the ancestors may not be able to match it.
To achieve...the strength of the sect, the strong are respected, the word "ancestor" must not be mentioned again, and you have done a great job in saving the mountain sect today, and now you are an official alliance disciple. Junior Brother Yin and I are not qualified to judge and instruct you.
, I can only wait for my ancestor to come back and discuss everything with you."
"Yes, Xia Chen, since you have become an alliance disciple, you have actually left the Zhengxuan Sect." Yin Qiuli said with a smile, "Even the Zhengxuan Sect is still under your protection, and with your cultivation,
Logically speaking, even if you call me and Master Ma
It’s not an exaggeration to say that a brother is a Taoist friend, but I know that you respect your master, so the two of us reluctantly lick our old faces and act as your uncle for the time being, haha, but these treasures are all obtained by you, no matter what we do
You can’t accept it no matter what, so quickly put it away.”
Xia Chen saw that the two of them spoke sincerely, and after a slight hesitation, Xia Chen stopped insisting and said respectfully: "Then I'll have the guts to call you Master Ma and Master Yin."
He stopped being polite and put all the treasures he had obtained into the storage space, not because he wanted to keep them to himself, but to keep them for him to use.
Now that the serious enemy Han Dongyu has been eliminated, Yue Zifeng and Xu Fang are also dead, and all the enemies in the Zhengxuan sect have been eradicated, leaving Zhuo Bufan, Li Yuanyao and other little shrimps who can be trampled to death with just a stretch of their feet.
These treasures can naturally be left to people close to oneself, or to cultivate influence and strengthen the strength of the sect.
His path of cultivation started from the Zhengxuan Sect, and this place was just like his home. Naturally, Xia Chen would want his home to prosper.
"In all these years, this is the first time that my uncle-in-law is not worthy of his name, haha." Ma Huanshan smiled with emotion. He is also a free and easy person, and of course he will no longer be entangled in this issue.
Suddenly, his face turned pale and he coughed several times. He had been seriously injured by Zhao Luofeng in a sneak attack just now. Although he kept using his spiritual thoughts to nurse him back to health, he naturally would not recover in such a short time.
"Senior brother, if you don't go back to the cave and take care of yourself slowly, otherwise the injuries will accumulate and it may take some time to recover." Yin Qiuli said upon seeing this, his face was also pale and he lacked the confidence to speak.
Seeing this, Xia Chen's heart moved. He reached out and took out two medicine bottles from his arms and handed them over: "Two uncles, I have some healing elixirs here. If you take them, your injuries may be improved."
Ma Huanshan and Yin Qiuli were startled, and then they remembered that Xia Chen was also from the Medicine Garden, so the elixir must be somewhat extraordinary, but they didn't know if it would be of great use to the injury.
Although the two regarded themselves as master-uncle, they still quickly thanked and accepted Xia Chen, completely treating Xia Chen as an equal.
"Xia Chen, you practiced under Han Dongyu's sect. Now that you have cultivated so well, you must have become so advanced in alchemy. You must be better than that kid Han Dongyu, haha. When he came back, he suddenly saw that you became his junior brother. Still.
I don’t know what to think.” Ma Huanshan smiled and opened the bottle cap.
Xia Chen smiled and said nothing, but secretly regretted in his heart that when he broke through the magical realm in the animal garden, he really should have called Han Dongyu his senior brother.
But in fact, Han Dongyu has a third level of magical power. According to logic, even if he breaks through the realm of supernatural power, he should still call Han Dongyu a master. As his cultivation level grows, his seniority will be further reduced. Where can I reason?
Fortunately, Han Dongyu has already burped, which saves him the trouble of confusing seniority.
"Pure Yang Treasure Pill!" Suddenly, Ma Huanshan's expression changed and he shouted.
"Yes, it is indeed a pure Yang treasure pill. Oh my God, there are more than one... Xia Chen, you just gave it to us for such a precious treasure pill. This is such a huge favor." Yin Qiuli also opened it.
The medicine bottle. After taking a look at it, he was immediately surprised.
Zhan Kongchen and others also looked shocked.
Although the Pure Yang Pill is a low-grade pill, it has unparalleled effects on both cultivation bottlenecks and injuries. Its effectiveness is even better than that of ordinary middle-grade pills.
In a non-liu country, even for a second-level magical monk like Ma Huanshan, getting a pure Yang treasure pill is extremely precious.
I didn't expect Xia Chen to take it out casually, and it would be such a big deal.
Moreover, there are at least five or six pure Yang treasure pills in the medicine bottle. These many treasure pills are enough to cause a storm of robbery among the magical monks.
The two of them were extremely shocked. Even if they only took one-third of these Pure Yang Pills, their injuries would be fully recovered in a very short time, and their cultivation would be further improved rapidly. Even the bottleneck that had been insurmountable for a long time,
I'm afraid it can all be solved easily.
For a moment, both of them had a look of surprise in their eyes. They looked at Xia Chen, their hands were shaking slightly, they couldn't believe that this was true.
"This is a small and insignificant gift from my disciple. In addition, I also have many good things. I want to honor my two uncles and senior brothers." Xia Chen said calmly.
He took out eight more medicine bottles from his arms and handed them to Zhan Kongchen and others respectively, saying: "Brothers, here is the Spirit Gathering Pill. Although it is not as effective as the Chunyang Pill, it is very suitable.
I am a first-level cultivator of magical power, so please accept this small tribute."
Zhan Kongchen and others were immediately overjoyed. They had seen Xia Chen take out the treasure pill, and knew that such a precious thing could not be his own, so they had no extravagant hopes, they were just envious out of thin air.
Unexpectedly, Xia Chen would give them another treasure pill in the blink of an eye. This was truly a blessing from heaven.
"Thank you, Junior Brother Xia, for the generous gift. I'm just licking my face and not being polite. Alas, Junior Brother turned the tide and rescued us. He also gave me treasure pills. Senior Brother is really ashamed and dare not accept it. From now on, if Junior Brother has errands to do, Brother Fool will never give up.
"
"Junior brother Xia is determined. Uncle Ma is right. The strong ones in the sect are respected. With my current cultivation level, my junior brother should be much higher than me. Although we are junior brothers in the same sect, if there is an order, senior brother, I will definitely obey orders.
"
"Junior brother Xia, don't be formal. In the past, you were a disciple of Hou Tian, and you called us uncle and uncle. But when you stepped into the supernatural power, you were on par with us, and your cultivation was far better than ours, and you saved the sect. Then
You are far superior to us, so why not obey your orders? Besides, you are the savior of all of us, so of course we must respect you!"
All the monks of the first level of supernatural power said one after another. Although they called Junior Brother Xia, the obedience and respect in their tone was very obvious, and most of their movements were respectful.
Although Xia Chen was Hou Tian's disciple in the past, that was only in the past.
Now that Xia Chen has stepped into the magical power, his strength is so powerful that even the Patriarch has to politely call him Taoist Friend. They, the first level monks of the magical power, naturally obey orders.
This is not out of flattery, but out of necessity, just like in the world of promotion and wealth, only the official rank is considered, but seniority and age are not considered.m