Encountered war! (Seeking recommendation votes!)

  Ye Chen was thinking in his heart, the roasted You Tu meat on the wooden fork gradually emitted a savory aroma.

  Seven or eight people in the camp gradually calmed down from their shock and restored the sounds of laughter and quarreling. Although there was some envy and jealousy, some things couldn't be envied, and what needed to be done still had to be done. Tomorrow morning they would still have to go hunt demonic beasts and earn spirit stones in order to seize the opportunity to cultivate.

  At this moment, Zheng Zhicheng and three monks including a big Han surnamed Wang pushed aside the grass and walked towards the camp. The big Han surnamed Wang in the middle was holding a fat and sturdy rabbit with a smile all over his face.

  "Brothers, passing by, lend me a light! Sorry for the trouble!"

  King Wang burst out laughing and said to the crowd in the camp:

  None of the three were fire mages, and although the big man had a flint on him, starting a fire was a bit of a hassle. Seeing that there was a campsite nearby with a bonfire burning, he didn't even bother to start one himself, it was more convenient to just borrow some fire.

  "Let's go!"

  Inside the camp, the three monks looked at Da Han and smiled.

  On the sunset grassland, you often meet other cultivators from Tianyun Xianyuan Castle, helping each other out with small favors, buying and selling to exchange for lacking spiritual pills, hemostatic medicines, antidotes, and so on. This is quite common, to avoid running back to the castle. When cultivating outside, there will always be times when you encounter trouble and need to ask for help from others, so it's best to do a small favor whenever possible.

  Ye Chen turned the roasted meat on the wooden fork, looked at the three people with a sudden pause, and revealed a cold glint in his eyes. He did not expect that among the three people who came to borrow fire, one young armless cultivator was actually Zheng Zhicheng.

  Ye Chen suddenly stood up, his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist, and with a touch, the cold blade was out of its scabbard.

  "Ye Chen!"

  Zheng Zicheng's eyes swept across the crowd in the camp, and almost at the same time, he also froze, stopping his footsteps. Among the seven or eight people in the camp, he saw a very familiar face that he hated extremely.

  After searching for four or five days in this vast wilderness, I have searched many places and encountered countless Qi Refining stage cultivators, even encountering the children of great immortal families, but still haven't found any trace of Ye Chen.

  Zheng Zhicheng was even worried that he might not be able to find Ye Chen in this vast sunset grassland.

  But he never expected that in this small camp, he would suddenly meet.

  "Ye Chen, I've finally found you! Today you must die!"

  Zheng Zicheng immediately drew out his Ling Sword, gritting his teeth and twisting his face into a grotesque expression. The great hatred that had been building up over the past few months could no longer be contained and burst forth in an instant. Within the Immortal City, he was constrained by the guards and did not dare to take action, but on this desolate plain at sunset, there were no such concerns.

  The atmosphere in the camp suddenly became oppressive, plummeting from a lively fervor into icy stillness.

  Yun Xin and a group of cultivators sensed hostility, stood up in unison, drew out their spiritual knives and swords, and faced Zheng Zicheng and three other cultivators surnamed Wang, preparing for battle.

  "Zheng, that's Ye Chen you were talking about, he's at the second layer of Qi Refining! ...Seems like he's acquainted with quite a few immortal cultivators from Xian City?!"

  Wang's face changed in shock, his expression turned serious, he drew out his sword and slowly backed away to avoid being surrounded by the crowd of monks inside the camp.

  "Ye Chen, do you know these three people? Are they your enemies?"

  Yun Xin held his sword and frowned.

  "Not bad!"

  Ye Chen coldly finished speaking. He casually summoned a fireball and hurled it at Zheng Zicheng. At the same time, he suddenly stomped on the ground and charged towards Zheng Zicheng on the right side of the three people.

  "Ye brother's enemy is also Zhao An's enemy, Zhou Qing, brothers let's kill together!"

  Zhao An let out a loud roar of anger and charged forward with his knife at the ready.

  Zhou Qing didn't fall behind either, and together with Zhao An, they charged towards the big Han in the middle, holding him back to prevent him from interfering with Ye Chen's and Broken Arm Cultist's fight.

  "Yun Xin sister, what should we do? Should we take action?" The Zhu sisters asked hastily.

  "Take action, kill!"

  Yun Xin gritted her teeth and swung her sword at the last of the profound young men.

  Ye Chen, Zhao An, Zhou Qing, and Yun Xin made their move, the rest of the cultivators in the group also took action, casting spells at the three. The hatred between two groups can easily turn into a group battle. Although this fight came suddenly, there was no time to think about it, otherwise, by the time they figured out the reason, the opponent's knife would already be on their neck, life and death were in the hands of others.

  Zheng Zicheng suddenly appeared in front of Ye Chen, raised his hand and shot out a water arrow to counterattack the fireball that was coming towards him.

  Puff, the Water and Fire Two Ways magic disappeared with a loud bang in mid-air.

  "Tiger Leaps and Cuts!"

  Ye Chen didn't expect a single fireball to be effective either. Only one zhang away from Zheng Zicheng, the Xuan Tie knife flashed out in an instant.

  "Hmph, with just this little bit of Three Legs Cat's swordsmanship skills, you dare to fight a duel with me!"

  Zheng Zicheng snorted coldly, his toes tapping lightly as he swiftly dodged to the left, his movements extremely agile. He evaded Ye Chen's powerful but unvaried Tiger Leaping Slash.

  "Thirteen Swords of Qimen!"

  Zheng Zicheng let out a loud whistle, and his spiritual sword burst forth in a flurry of sword flowers, unleashing thirteen consecutive top-level sword moves that were ruthless, cunning, and deadly. Each move was aimed at Ye Chen's vital spots, and each one was fatal.

  This is the sword technique of a martial artist. For a cultivator who has just entered the spiritual realm and is at the first level of Qi Refining, sometimes using a martial artist's sword technique can be more familiar than an unfamiliar spell, and easier to use. Especially in close combat, this is even more so.

  Suddenly, at the moment Zheng Zicheng drew his sword, Ye Chen's figure in front of him became blurry and almost invisible.

  Zheng Zicheng almost thought it was a problem with his own vision and blinked fiercely several times.

  But Zheng Zhi soon discovered that it wasn't his vision that was the problem! Instead, Ye Chen's body had an additional faint shadow, which suddenly accelerated, creating a blur effect and dodging thirteen sword moves.

  "Wind Style! How can it be so fast!!"

  Zheng Zicheng's voice was hoarse from screaming, his eyes wide open as he stared at Ye Chen's figure speeding up crazily.

  "Die!"

  Ye Chen's expression was cold and stern, his right palm suddenly produced a larger fireball that violently exploded on Zheng Zicheng's chest. The previous fireball hadn't been his full strength, this one was at least twice as large.

  The fireball was moving too fast, Zheng Zicheng didn't even have time to dodge.

  "Ah!"

  "Boom!"

  The fireball exploded on Zheng Zicheng's chest and burst open.

  Zheng Zicheng let out a miserable cry as he was blown away by the explosion of the fireball, rolling and falling to the ground several meters away.

  Zheng Zicheng grasped the Ling Sword, a carp leaped out of the water, and he stumbled to his feet.

  He was not killed by the fireball.

  Underneath his clothes, a layer of low-ranking spirit armor shone brightly, almost red from being burned by the fireball, slightly dented. Having suffered the impact of the fireball, the internal Qi and blood churned, he was injured but not seriously wounded.

  His clothes had been incinerated and blown to shreds, his face was pitch black, his disheveled hair smoked with charred ends, the once majestic and elegant demeanor of the number one young martial artist in the Wu Kingdom was completely destroyed under a single fireball.

  "How could this be! Second layer of Qi Refining! Your Body Technique speed is more than double mine! The power of the fireball far exceeds my Water Ball Technique by a whole level!"

  Zheng Zhicheng didn't have the heart to care about these things, his mind was shocked and frightened.

  He suddenly realized that he was no longer a match for Ye Chen at all. Whether it was the swordsmanship and footwork he took pride in, or his magic and cultivation, they had fallen behind by too much, to the point where he could only look up to him.

  "No! How could this be!"

  Zheng Zhicheng fell into fear.

  He lost his confidence in continuing to fight and turned around to rush out of the camp into the wilderness.

  That burly man and the young cultivator were also beyond hope. The two of them, both at the second level of Qi Refining, were surrounded by seven or eight cultivators in the camp, and they could barely take care of themselves, let alone lend a hand to save him!

  "How despicable!"

  Zheng Zhicheng rushed wildly through the dense grass outside the camp, trying to charge into the dark wilderness and escape the pursuit with the help of darkness. His heart was filled with uncontrollable grief. He had planned for so long, a surefire plan to kill his enemy, but it suddenly collapsed, defeated so thoroughly.

  "Wore Ling Jia!"

  Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he cursed under his breath.

  The power of this fireball was originally enough to blow Zheng Zicheng into powder. Unexpectedly, it was blocked by this spiritual armor. The defensive power of this low-level spiritual armor is too strong, and after withstanding a small fireball, it's as if nothing happened.

  Ye Chen turned his head to look at Yun Xin, Zhao An and a group of people following the big man and the young cultivator's duel method. Although the cultivation was different, there were three or four times more people, completely suppressing the two men, winning was just a matter of time.

  "First go and kill Zheng Zhicheng!"

  Ye Chen took a deep breath, tapped his feet lightly a few times, and quickly rushed into the wilderness, chasing after Zheng Zicheng. He had escaped from Heishuiyuan once before, and this time he absolutely could not let him get away again.

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  Got up at seven and wrote a chapter.

  After eating, continue coding!