Liang Xi, who was splashed with blood on his body, said to himself: "How could this happen? How could this happen! A talisman from the Three Leaves of the Fairy Miao Realm killed them all. How weak are these mortals!"

Although with Liang Xi's strength as a fairy-miaoye, the minced meat cannot block the power of the three-leaves talisman of the fairy-miaoye realm, it will at least not be beaten into a pile of minced meat like this. Compared with the cultivators, the bodies of these bandits are as fragile as tofu.

The new disciples riding on the horse looked dull. Is this the difference between immortals and mortals?

Prince Li Si was even more stunned when he saw this scene in the crowd. Is this the strength of the Taichu Sect? I used to hear that the superior immortals in the National Protection Divine Sect were so strong that they had no idea in his mind. Now that they saw that they were so strong, one immortal art would have smashed more than 20 bandits into pieces. This was just a new disciple with a not-so-strong cultivation. If an immortal cultivator like the Master Ximen Sheng, how powerful should he be? Is it true that Zhenru has the ability to turn the world upside down? Thinking of this, Li Si was even more frightened.

In the past, he heard people talk about how powerful the Taichu Cult is. He had never seen the real magic and spiritual techniques of immortals. This time, he felt the immortal power of the real person in the Taichu Cult in the Taichu Palace, and saw the power of the immortals in the hands of an ordinary disciple. His humble feeling became more and more powerful, and he felt more and more how far there was with these immortal cultivators.

Looking at the ground of minced meat, Ximen Sheng sat on the horse, sneered, and said to Li Jing and Zhang Yang beside him: "See, this is the difference between immortals and mortals, this is the power of immortals! Immortals will always be above mortals, and immortals are the most powerful beings between heaven and earth. As long as you carefully understand the difference between immortals and mortals during this period, it is no problem to cultivate immortals and achieve enlightenment in the future."

Li Jing and Zhang Yang bowed at the same time.

At this time, the bound villagers knelt on the ground, calling the disciples of the Taichu Sect the Supreme Immortal, and kowtowed on the ground like pounding garlic: "Thank you for saving your life, and after you go back, you will set up a archway and worship incense day and night."

Seeing this scene, Qin Haoxuan sighed in his heart that if he had not entered the Taichu Sect, he would still look up to the existence of these immortal cultivators like them.

Since the past seven months of cultivation, he has always compared himself with the senior masters of the Taichu Sect. He felt that he was just a cultivator with shallow cultivation. He had not truly regarded himself as a so-called "super immortal" and thought that he was just a mortal who was slightly stronger than mortals. However, compared with these real mortals, he realized that he was already a "super immortal" and no longer a humble mortal.

The difference between immortals and mortals is so huge!

These villagers looked at these immortals quietly with respectful eyes. According to the simple customs of the villagers, others saved the lives of the whole village and should be invited to enter the village to entertain them for a good hospitality, but they are just humble villagers. Faced with the rich tourists in the world, the robbers and bandits have no room for resistance. Now they see the immortals who kill the bandits with every move, and they dare not have any other ideas except kowtow.

Zhang Yang looked excitedly at the mortals who were covered in blood and kowtowing on the ground, and was extremely excited. A weak seed in the fairy seed realm is so powerful. If he takes action, wouldn’t these bandits not even have minced meat? Unfortunately, all of these bandits were killed. He didn’t have a chance to take action. He thought to himself: “If there is such a thing next time, I must try it.”

While Zhang Yang was excited, Li Jing looked at all this calmly, his eyes were filled with indifferent attention to everything in front of him, as if the one who kowtowed and bowed was not a person, but a group of ants.

Looking at Li Jing's calm expression, Ximen Sheng was very satisfied. This time he was ordered to lead the team. In addition to protecting Li Jing, he also wanted to establish a good relationship with Li Jing and pull him into Bizhu Hall. If nothing unexpected happens, it is a foregone conclusion that Li Jing will be accepted into Bizhu Hall. The better Li Jing performs, the happier Ximen Sheng will of course be.

Li Si's eyes turned to Li Jing.

He didn't care much about Li Jing before, because Li Jing came to Taichu to cultivate immortals. From another perspective, Li Jing was a loser in the battle for imperial power, so he came to Taichu to cultivate immortals and try his luck.

Judging from the interactions with the disciples of the Taichu Sect these days, Li Jing has a high status in the Taichu Sect. Among the new disciples, he is completely a star-studded. Moreover, the leader of the Ximen Sheng who led the team also attaches great importance to him and tells him about some knowledge of cultivating immortals from time to time, which is a treatment that other disciples do not have.

He had never seen the strength of an immortal cultivator before, so Li Si never took Li Jing's nephew seriously. In his opinion, no matter how promising Li Jing is, he is not as good as the prince. However, after seeing the strength of an immortal cultivator, Li Si's concept was completely reversed. Even if the prince took over the imperial power of Xianglong Kingdom, it was nothing compared to Li Jing, who had already cultivated immortals and was highly valued in the Taichu Sect.

At this moment, Li Si's perception of Li Jing completely changed. He believed that in the future, Li Jing would be more promising. He immediately lowered his posture, changed his face to smile, drove his horse to Li Jing, and said with a smile: "Nephew, I have been exhausted these days. I have some ginseng films here, do you need some?"

Li Jing looked indifferent and glanced at Li Si coldly. Although Li Si was his emperor uncle, he had not taken this emperor uncle seriously since he was practicing immortality. Especially Li Si was inclined to the prince lineage, who was lukewarm to him on weekdays, and now he suddenly wanted to please him, and he must have seen that his future may be better than the prince.

"Li Si, I can't use these things, please keep them for yourself." Li Jing glanced at him and said coldly: "My prince, are you okay recently?"

"Although it's good, but how can you be as good as a virtuous nephew in the sect of the immortal?" Li Si smiled.

Li Si was very unhappy when he was called by his nephew, but he remembered the other disciples of the Taichu Sect who were servile in front of Li Jing. He knew that Li Jing had done well in the Taichu Sect over the past few months, and many immortal cultivators followed him.

The future is unlimited in the world of immortal cultivation. How scary will this future development be? Li Si, who was born in the royal family, quickly figured out this point and strengthened his determination to be close to Li Jing.

Looking at Li Si's low posture, Li Jing looked very calm and natural on the surface, but secretly glad in his heart that the path of his choice to cultivate immortality was indeed correct. If this was not the case, he was just a prince who failed in the battle for imperial power. His father could still have food and clothing at the time. Once the new emperor ascended the throne, he might not even be able to stutter and eat, and he would even have life.

Li Jing glanced coldly over Li Si, and suddenly remembered his eldest brother as the prince. A contemptuous sneer was raised on the corner of his mouth, and he thought to himself: "When I return to the imperial capital Xianglong City, I will make you look good! I have failed in the battle for imperial power, but I want you to know that cultivating immortals is definitely better than being an emperor! If you can become the supreme master of the Taichu Sect, what if you become the emperor? When you see yourself, you still have to kneel down and kowtow, recite the Supreme Immortal to worship? And those who have bullied me, you can wait and see!"

When they each had their own thoughts, Ximen Sheng waved his hand and glanced at the people who praised and kowtowed repeatedly, and ordered without any expression: "Continue to move forward!"

The disciples of Taichu sect drove the horse and followed Ximen Sheng and continued to move forward without any rush or slowness.

After the disciples of Taichu Cult left, the people who kowtowed like garlic on the ground stood up and looked at the backs of the disciples of Taichu Cult. Although these immortals did not look at them directly, the immortal style that faintly appeared on them was ineffective, which made these ordinary people envious. How good would it be if they could become "the immortals" like them?

Just as many people were sighing and shocked, several people who were active thought: Our Qingfeng County has been haunted during this period. The county magistrate is eager to exorcises evil spirits to avoid disasters. If there is news about the immortals here, it would be a great achievement to resolve the disaster in Qingfeng County!

Suddenly, the people scattered, some ran towards the village, and some ran towards the county town.

The disciples of Taichu Sect were very slow to move, and soon they were overtaken by these excited and in a hurry.

A few ragged and wounded villagers ran to the county government office. The only way for villagers like them to see the county magistrate was to beat the drum and make trouble, so they raised the drumstick without hesitation and began to beat the drum.

A yamen runner walked out of the inner yamen with a bad expression, stared at the ragged villagers, covered in wounds, and scolded: "I'm full and I'm so full that I'll go home and hug my wife. Why are you messing around here?"

A villager hurriedly replied: "Officials, Caomin is not making trouble. People from Caomin's village were kidnapped by bandits. They met a group of immortals on the official road. The immortals were kind and saved the people of our village. One spell beat more than twenty bandits into meat sauce! Isn't our Qingfeng County haunted? Caomin will come and notify the lord immediately."

Although this yamen runner feels ridiculous, it doesn’t seem like he is lying when he sees these honest villagers. Moreover, if this matter is true, it will be a great achievement to help the county magistrate solve the headache-in-law, and the county magistrate is happy and will definitely reward people like him.

"What you said is true?"

"Really, lord, I'm willing to use my head to guarantee it!"

The last doubts in the yamen runner's heart were relieved. No people dared to tease the government these days. Even if they dared to tease the government, they would never dare to lie with those noble immortals.

He hurried into the inner yard and reported to the frown county magistrate.

The county magistrate who learned the news was shocked and said, "What you said is true?"

The yamen runner's face turned solemn, and said, "I am using the title of the person to guarantee you!"

The county magistrate was slightly stunned, then he showed a hint of joy on his face. He said to the yamen runner who was still standing there in a daze: "Why are you still standing there? Get ready for a sedan chair!"

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The disciples of Taichu Sect walked forward for another half an hour. At this time, a sedan chair was coming from a distance. The sedan chairmen were extremely fast, and they were sweating profusely. From time to time, an anxious face popped out from the sedan chair.

When the people on the sedan chair saw the "Shangxian" team driving horses from afar, their faces suddenly faded and they hurriedly asked the sedan chairman to stop.

As soon as the sedan chairkeeper stopped, the man in the sedan chair came out. The man was of medium figure and wearing a light blue official uniform. He should be the magistrate of Qingfeng County.

I saw him standing in the middle of the road, holding his clothes upright, kneeling respectfully on the ground, his forehead piously against the dusty official road, and he didn't dare to show his grandness.

Until the Taichu sect everyone approached, he kowtowed like pounding garlic.

"Qingfeng County Magistrate Xu Chang, kowtow to all the immortals."

Xu Chang's voice trembled slightly, and he kept kowtowing on the ground, not daring to look up at everyone in the Taichu Sect immediately.

Seeing this humble county magistrate, Qin Haoxuan and others felt a little sad. When they were ordinary people, when they met these bureaucrats, they could only kneel on the ground and kowtow. If they provoke these officials a little, they would be arrested and beaten and imprisoned, as pitiful as an ant.
Chapter completed!