Live Cultivation of Immortals

Chapter 85

It's the end of March now, and the temperature in the morning at the edge of the interface is very low. Seven people standing in a row can see the white mist around their mouths and noses while breathing.

Lu Bei looked at the dark sky in the distance, the number of monsters there seemed to have decreased a lot at this moment.

"Take out your swords and follow me."

Chang Sandu walked in front with strides like flying, and the seven newcomers of the Supreme Peak in Lubei each clenched their long swords, and followed behind him through the rear camp of Wanjianzong. When passing by the tent of Bailian Peak, Lu Bei saw Kong Chuyun who just came back from the outside.

The long sword in the opponent's hand was full of unknown blood stains, and he was standing in the open space wiping the sword with clean water.

When Chang Sandu led people passing by, Kong Chuyun looked up and met Lu Bei who was looking at him. The other party skillfully raised his palm in the line and shook it in his direction, opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of white mist. There is a silent and familiar greeting.

"Good morning~"

During the two years in Baisemen, the other party would say that every morning when they met.

Kong Chuyun watched the other party go away, lowered his head and wiped off the blood on the sword, turned around and walked into the tent of the disciples of the outer sect of Bailian Peak.

After saying hello, Lu Bei turned his eyes back and looked curiously at the tents of different colors passing by.

"Except for Wanjianzong's camp, every sect also has camp guards here, and each sect has missions for killing monsters." Chang Sandu explained the rules on the edge of the interface for them as he walked.

"How do you calculate killing monsters? I heard that monsters will turn into a cloud of dust after they die. There is no way to prove whether they have been killed." Lu Bei took out his small notebook and hurriedly asked.

Chang Sandu glanced at the small notebook in the opponent's hand, "There is no need to prove the quantity. This time, I will help seven of you to accept the task of killing monsters at Feilai Peak. I will personally supervise the next month."

"That means just killing, not counting." Lu Bei recorded this sentence in his small notebook.

When a group of eight of them passed through the camps of the various sects, many of them had just woken up and were going out after changing shifts.

Along the way, when those people saw a whole row of Wan Jianzong disciples dressed in black, the scholar of the Confucianism School went out and saw this scene, quickly looked away and said in a low voice, "Unlucky!"

These disciples of Wan Jianzong always wear those crow-like clothes, and it always makes people feel uncomfortable to see them suddenly.

Lu Bei stared at the scholar dressed in green robe and feather crown with burning eyes, focusing his eyes on the other's face, trying to remember this guy's appearance, dare to call them bad luck, if he has the opportunity, he must cheat him!

"In the eyes of those scholars, seeing a piece of darkness early in the morning represents bad luck." Zhou Shengyu, who was also a scholar, now holds the repaired broken water and is dressed in black, explaining the habits of those people to Lu Bei with a calm demeanor.

"Study culture and still superstitious? If you go out and see black is bad luck, then if you see white, you will have a funeral, and if you see red again, will there be bloody disaster immediately? It seems that their education level is not enough. Half a bottle of water shake**."