Chapter 377 Hundred Desolation City

   Chen Fan was startled, a little dizzy!

  This ancient painting is a portrait, and the person in the painting is actually a Taoist priest, with small squinting eyes and a sanctimonious smile like a magic stick. It is the fat Taoist priest that Chen Fan met in the Tianting cave many years ago.

   It can be said that most of the reason why he has the Jiugong Sword Art and survived to this day is due to the fortune brought by this fat Taoist priest.

It's just that since that time, he has never seen that fat Taoist priest again, and even in the world of immortal cultivation on earth, there is no such person at all. He has never heard of almost every major sect, including the golden core monks in casual cultivation. Such a person again.

  Furthermore, it was really shocking that the fat Taoist priest appeared outside his cave that day, because all the caves in the Heavenly Court were scattered everywhere, and there was no fixed location, but the fat Taoist priest came and went freely, which was extremely mysterious.

   After so many years, Chen Fan actually saw his portrait in a cabin in Daxiu Immortal Realm, which really shocked him.

   "Could it be that he has also come to this world?" Chen Fan guessed in his heart, and walked slowly to the ancient painting.

   Then he shook his head, completely rejecting the guess in his mind, because this portrait is too old, at least hundreds of years old, even older than this cabin.

   Who the **** is that?

  Chen Fan was shocked, he took down the ancient painting from the wooden wall, looked at it again for a while, but found nothing else.

   And everything in the cabin is also very simple, leaving no clues at all.

  He pondered for a moment, turned the storage ring in his hand, took out a set of seclusion array, and spread it outside the cabin, deciding to recover from his injuries in the cabin first, and then go to the big city that Wu Manyun mentioned.

  As for the portrait of the fat Taoist priest, he also put it in the storage ring.

  Originally, he also wanted to torture the two members of the Yinkui Sect, but the Fei family siblings made him feel uneasy, and if he asked rashly, it would reveal his future whereabouts.

  After tidying up everything, Chen Fan sat cross-legged on the small wooden bed. The spirit flower kept everything in the wooden house very well, coupled with the abundance of spiritual energy in this world, he completely entered the cultivation state after only counting breaths.

  The powerful soul controlled his whole body, and spiritual power poured into his body continuously, gathering in his dantian, and repairing the golden elixir with golden glow.

  After a few days like this, the obvious cracks on the golden core began to gradually disappear, and the realm in the middle stage of foundation establishment also began to loosen and began to rise.

  However, Chen Fan stopped suddenly, and instead began to compress the golden core, slowing down the recovery trend.

  He suddenly discovered that in this Great Cultivation Immortal World with such ample aura, there was still a little room for his foundation to be consolidated. The injury he suffered this time was actually an opportunity for consolidation, and it became a kind of breaking and then building.

  He opened the pores all over his body, and countless strands of spiritual energy gathered from all directions, pouring in crazily.

  One month later, Chen Fan finally opened his eyes, and his realm had already returned to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, which was only a hair away from the golden core stage.

   "There is only a small crack left!" He said to himself, but he did not continue to practice.

  Because the bottleneck has been reached, if you continue to practice, you can restore the cultivation base of the golden core stage, but you have lost a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a chance to consolidate the foundation again.

  He compressed all the true energy before, and at this moment he is actually comparable to the peak state before he was injured.

If the golden core in Chen Fan's body is a cup that can hold water, then the water in his golden core is exactly the same as before, and this crack becomes the key to expand the capacity of the cup, it cannot be repaired by force. One should wait for it to happen.

   On the second day, Chen Fan took back the hermit formation, left the cabin and the canyon, sacrificed his flying sword, and continued heading east.

This time he was full of real energy and flew twenty thousand miles in a row, only to find that he had never seen anyone from the Yinkuimen on this journey, and no one was looking for him. After a while, a huge ancient city looming in front of him finally appeared .

  Chen Fan stepped on the flying sword at his feet, swept forward in an instant, stopped outside the ancient city, and looked at the three majestic characters engraved on the city gate: Hundred Desolation City!

And outside the city, there were also countless soldiers stationed there. What surprised Chen Fan was that these soldiers were not bad at cultivation. The high ones were at the late stage of foundation establishment, and the low ones were at least in the middle stage of foundation establishment. Everyone looked cold , wearing a battle armor and holding a sharp halberd in his hand, guarding this huge ancient city.

   "Flying is not allowed in Baihuang City. If you want to enter the city, you have to land a thousand meters away." At this time, an energetic voice sounded in Chen Fan's head, and it was a soldier reminding him through sound transmission.

  Chen Fan nodded slightly, put the flying sword back into the scabbard, landed slowly, and walked towards Baihuang City.

Only at this moment did he realize that the size of this ancient city is far beyond imagination. It is even wider than the imperial palaces in the world of immortal cultivation on Earth. It is at least comparable to ten imperial palaces. Moreover, the houses in this city are also very luxurious, with three or four floors. There are also tall luxury inns and nine-story ancient towers, all of which are built with precious wood and stone.

  The streets in the city are full of traffic, and the Qingshiban Street is extremely neat and flat, and it is almost spotless, very clean and white, like a beautiful work of art.

Chen Fan walked all the way, but was not stopped by the guards of the city. He walked slowly, and he was a little surprised, because the moment he just stepped into the ancient city, he felt that the city was full of strong people. Within a hundred miles of him, there are thirty or thirty Golden Core cultivators.

  Chen Fan finally understands at this moment, why the bald bird always said that the world of immortal cultivation on earth can only be regarded as a small village, but now it seems that any big city in an ancient country can completely crush the world of the earth.

   "This world is really too big!" He couldn't help talking to himself, and immediately walked towards an inn.

  If you want to inquire about news, inns and square markets are the most suitable places, because people from all over these two places often stop and settle.

   It was just that when Chen Fan walked into the inn, he was slightly stunned by what the shopkeeper said.

"Do you want to stay in the shop or eat? If you stay in the shop, there are only a few low-grade rooms left today. The price is low, and you only need two middle-grade spirit stones per day." The shopkeeper squinted at Chen Fan, with a businessman on his face. That smirk, it seems from Chen Fan's attire that he is not rich.

But in fact, Chen Fan doesn't have many spirit stones on him. A low-grade room requires two middle-grade spirit stones for a day. This is two thousand low-grade spirit stones. It is really difficult to take out two thousand low-grade spirit stones at this time.

   "Fellow Daoist, if you don't want to live here, then don't bother the small shop to do business." The shopkeeper said with a smile on his face.

  Chen Fan frowned slightly, and immediately said: "Can you exchange it with something?"

  The shopkeeper immediately raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, looked at Chen Fan with a strange expression, and smiled without saying a word.

The other monks who were sitting and eating in the inn also burst into laughter after hearing the words. They were dressed in bright and luxurious clothes, obviously they were all big families in this ancient city, and they had extraordinary backgrounds. He stared at Chen Fan closely.

A shop waiter who passed by also laughed, shook his head and said: "Guest officer, this is your first time in Baihuang City, if you have any treasures, you can go to the nearby market or auction house to exchange them, the small shop only accepts spirit stones, not something else."

  Chen Fan’s face was indifferent, he ignored the laughter of those people, but nodded slightly to the waiter and said: "En, thank you!"

   Xuan even turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, a voice that seemed to be a smile that was not a smile came from behind him, calling him directly.

   "Wait, you have something you can exchange, why don't you show it to everyone. If there is something I like, I will exchange it with you directly." The voice was like a silver bell, coming from a young woman.

  【Sorry for keeping everyone waiting! Commoner kneels down for everyone! 】

  (end of this chapter)