Villain: In The Beginning, The Protagonist Is The Beautiful Senior Sister.

Chapter 1062: Cultivation At The Peak Of The Golden Elixir Stage



Chapter 1062: Cultivation At The Peak Of The Golden Elixir Stage

"Although that Long Batian is only at the peak of the Golden Core Stage, his combat effectiveness is comparable to that of a Nascent Soul Stage monk, and his purple lightning also has destructive power. He is really a difficult opponent. I want to improve my cultivation as soon as possible. That's the right thing to do." Lin Chuan murmured to himself, a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

Lin Chuan knew very well that if he wanted to survive, he had to become stronger.

However, he has made little progress over the years. If he wants to improve his cultivation quickly, he can only improve in that battle.

Thinking of this, Lin Chuan couldn't help but think of the scene when he fought with Long Batian that day. There was a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, and he secretly thought in his heart that if Jin Chanzi hadn't helped that day, he would have died in Long Batian's hands. .

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The next day, at the gate of the city lord's mansion.

Lin Chuan stood on the street, looking into the distance.

He saw many people gathered outside the city lord's mansion, including disciples from various major families and sects.

This time the City Lord's Mansion held an annual alchemy conference, which aroused the interest of many people. Not only did various families send people to this place, but other forces were no exception. Many sects even sent disciples to participate in this event. After all, this alchemy competition is related to the future rise of their respective forces. Of course, they are not willing to miss this opportunity.

"It looks very lively." Lin Chuan sighed inwardly and thought to himself, "But I don't want to participate in this alchemy conference."

Not long after, several luxury carriages slowly arrived and stopped in front of the city lord's mansion.

These carriages are driven by spiritual stones and are very expensive. Ordinary monks are not able to afford them.

Lin Chuan noticed that many people got out of these carriages, including men and women, all of whom were monks with strong cultivation.

The attire of these monks are all Qingzhou costumes. Some are wearing black robes and some are wearing white robes. They all seem to be either rich or noble cultivators.

Moreover, some people's auras are very powerful, and they are obviously above the transformation stage. Some are even in the golden elixir stage, but they have not broken through the golden elixir stage.

"These people are the forces in Qingzhou, right?" Lin Chuan thought to himself.

After a while, two old men walked out from the city lord's palace. They were tall, rough-faced, and had piercing eyes, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

One of the old men was the same old man from before.

The moment he saw the old man, Lin Chuan recognized him because he had seen this man before.

This old man is a Jindan monk named Zhao Wuji, who was once a giant in Qingzhou.

Next to Zhao Wuji, there was an old man in green clothes. This old man was thin and had a face full of wrinkles. He looked like an ordinary person, but the aura on his body was so powerful that people couldn't help but tremble.

Seeing this old man, Lin Chuan's pupils shrank suddenly and he was shocked.

On that day, Zhao Wuji once told him that this person was the head of the Zhao family among the five great families in Qingzhou. His strength had reached the golden elixir stage, and he was an old monster in the transformation stage.

I didn’t expect this old monster to come to Southern Wasteland in person!

Lin Chuan quickly lowered his head and pretended that nothing happened.

"Old ghost Zhao, are you okay?" At this time, the door of the city lord's mansion was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked out of it.

This middle-aged man looks to be about forty years old. He has a handsome appearance, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He is dressed in a robe and has a sword hanging on his waist. The whole person gives people a powerful feeling.

The spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from the middle-aged man's body have reached the peak of the ninth level of the Qi training stage, and are only one step away from the liquid condensation stage.

Lin Chuan was horrified when he saw this man. This man was the middle-aged man he met when he fought against the head of the Zhao family!

At that time, Lin Chuan was only at the ninth level of the body refining stage and had no power to resist in front of this middle-aged man.

"Haha, Brother Liu came a little early, he just went out." The old man named Zhao Wuji smiled slightly, with a gentle look on his face, giving people a sense of intimacy.

"Haha, this is the annual alchemy competition. How dare I delay?" the middle-aged man said with a faint smile.

Liu Qingfeng nodded, turned to look at a young man wearing black clothes next to him, and his eyes stayed on the young man for a moment.

He could tell at a glance that Lin Chuan was just a foundation-building monk, with a look of contempt on his face and a cold snort.

When Lin Chuan heard this voice, he suddenly felt his whole body tense up and his body trembled slightly.

"Hmph, you're just an ant, and you actually dare to be so presumptuous in front of the city lord." Liu Qingfeng snorted coldly in his heart, and then looked away, not bothering to look at this ant.

Lin Chuan felt baffled. He didn't understand where he had offended the other party, but at this time, he didn't dare to raise his head to avoid getting into trouble.

"Brother Liu, please"

Liu Qingfeng nodded slightly and walked towards the lobby of the City Lord's Mansion.

Liu Qingfeng walked into the gate of the City Lord's Mansion. Along the way, disciples from various major forces in Qingzhou kept casting envious glances at him, and some even took the initiative to talk.

Seeing this scene, Liu Qingfeng enjoyed it very much, and couldn't help but feel proud on his face, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Lin Chuan followed Liu Qingfeng and cursed secretly when he saw the man's expression.

"It's so hypocritical. He looks so arrogant and not afraid of embarrassment."

Lin Chuan was disdainful, and then followed Liu Qingfeng into the hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Huh?" As soon as he entered the hall, Lin Chuan suddenly felt a strange spiritual energy. This strange spiritual energy filled the hall, causing the temperature in the entire hall to rise instantly.

In the center of the hall, there was a huge alchemy furnace, with hot flames emitting from it.

Around the alchemy furnace, there are materials for refining magic weapons. Many of them are rare and precious materials, and there are even three colorful grasses among them.

The alchemist needs to use flame to temper the alchemy cauldron, and the alchemy furnace also needs to use flame to temper.

When Lin Chuan was on Earth, he had studied alchemy and knew a lot about alchemy furnaces. When he saw the alchemy furnace in this hall, he couldn't help but be surprised.

The alchemy furnace is the most important weapon of the alchemist, and it is also very important to refine various elixirs, because refining elixirs requires the support of spiritual energy, and the flames must be accurately controlled. Otherwise, if the refining fails, the consequences will be disastrous, even if you are not dead. , will also be seriously injured.

Next to the alchemy furnace, there were two rows of guards wearing red brocade clothes. These two guards had powerful auras, and they were both Nascent Soul stage monks.

In addition to these guards, there are also some alchemists standing in the hall. They are all concentrating with their eyes closed, or studying alchemy prescriptions.

On a high platform in the center of the hall, there sat a middle-aged man. His cultivation had reached the peak of the Golden Core Stage, and was only one step away from the Condensation Stage.


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