Chapter 652 The Disappearing An Xiaomo

It turned out that there were dozens of marked training spots in the hot spring, and each spot had already been occupied by monks at this moment, so there was no space left at all, no wonder these people were standing here waiting for a spot.

"Is everyone queuing?" Xiao Chen asked a martial artist-level monk who was relatively close to him.

"Line up? Naturally." The monk gave Xiao Chen a strange look, he is a magician at the peak of the first floor.

"Didn't you say that you can grab a seat?" Xiao Chen looked at the well-behaved crowd a little strangely.

"We are all the existences with the weakest strength. Didn't you see that here are all first-tier or peak martial artists?" The monk said with a wry smile: "We can only wait when we come here, even the ones in the pool I may not be able to completely suppress a first-tier martial artist, and it may not be beneficial to fight, so I can only line up."

"So that's how it is!" Xiao Chen nodded, he is not a domineering person, but if he goes on like this, will he be in the Year of the Monkey? To grab one or not to grab it?

While hesitating, Xiao Chen heard a voice.

"Hahaha, I was lucky this time, and it took only ten days to find the hot spring..." This is a monk who is a martial artist at the peak of the third level, and he walked over quickly, with a bit of surprise in his words: " It seems that I can practice for twenty days with peace of mind."

He made no secret of his strength, so when he passed by those first-level or peak-level martial artists, these people all involuntarily gave way to him, and Xiao Chen was far away from him, but he was not affected.

As soon as he appeared, the faces of many low-ranking monks in the hot spring pool changed at the moment. This person showed his strength as soon as he came, and the meaning was obvious, that is, he wanted to find someone to replace him.

Of course, those high-level martial artists didn't care, and they were all calm and relaxed.

"Hey, who's going to make room for the old man?" The third-level peak monk smiled and looked at the low-level monks in the hot spring pool.

Those monks below the third floor all bowed their heads one after another, none of them wanted to be replaced, after all, this is the place where they finally got there.

"It's just you!" The third-tier peak monk suddenly stretched out his hand, pointing to a first-tier peak monk in the pool and said.

"Ah? Me?" The peak cultivator on that floor couldn't believe it. He was already in a very inner position, and his head was lowered very low. How did he find him? And he is the peak layer, shouldn't he start with the weakest layer?

"That's right, come out!" The third-level peak cultivator shouted impatiently.

"Ah..." Although he was a bit reluctant, the cultivator at the peak of the first floor still stood up from the hot spring pool. There was no way, who made him so unlucky?

Those third-level peak monks were proud and ready to practice, while the first-level peak monks who came out stood behind Xiao Chen. According to the rules, those who were replaced had to line up behind. You can't waste a lot of days, can you?

At this moment, Xiao Chen guessed the thoughts of some third-level peak monks. This guy chose a location that is not the innermost, but rather remote. I am afraid the purpose is very simple, that is, he is afraid that no matter how high-level monks will come here, he will take him replace it.

Although the possibility is relatively small, even if it is a high level, they will pick those soft persimmons on the first floor, and will not take the initiative to mess with him, a monk who is at the peak of the third floor, unless there is no one weaker than him.

However, just now Xiao Chen was still hesitating whether to preempt others, but now there is no psychological pressure, Xiao Chen directly pointed at the third-level peak cultivator who had just reached the cultivation position and sneered: "It's you, come out, your I like the location!"

"What?" The third-level peak cultivator thought he heard it wrong, and looked at Xiao Chen in disbelief. Was he talking to himself?

"Yes, come out quickly!" Xiao Chen imitated his tone and said impatiently.

"Haha!" The third-level peak cultivator suddenly burst into laughter, looked at Xiao Chen, as if he was watching a big joke: "Boy, are you talking to me? Are you new here? Don't you know the rules? I'll take it as a joke, forget it, I'm in a hurry to practice, and I don't have time to pay attention to you."

"Don't challenge my patience, do you want to fight?" Xiao Chen said directly without talking nonsense.

Seeing that Xiao Chen was so arrogant, the monks at the top of the third floor did not seem to be joking, and their faces turned gloomy, and they stared at Xiao Chen coldly: "Boy, you kneel down and confess to me now, I will not kill you! There are no more martial artists in my hand."

"What you said was exactly what I wanted to say." Xiao Chen said.

"Ha! That's very good!" The three-level peak cultivator flew up and landed directly on the edge of the hot spring pool, showing all his strength, and grabbed Xiao Chen's Tianling Gai with a claw: "Fierce Eagle Claw!"

Although Xiao Chen is a cultivator, his only weakness is that he can't show his strength. If he doesn't make moves, others can't see his strength. strength.

"Snapped!"

Xiao Chen didn't bother to entangle with this person, he swat the third-tier peak cultivators away like a fly with a move of Dark Flame Palm, and he didn't hold back, so the third-tier peak cultivators were out of luck.

With a scream, a bloody arrow shot out in the air, and then fell heavily on the ground ten meters away. After struggling for a few times, he didn't get up, obviously suffering from serious internal injuries!

At this time, everyone looked at Xiao Chen differently. Although it seemed that he only had the strength of a peak magician on the second floor, the martial skills displayed were comparable to those of a peak martial artist and monk on the third floor. more than.

"Fourth floor..." The third-floor peak cultivator struggled a few times before uttering two words with difficulty.

"Give way." Xiao Chen walked towards the hot spring pool indifferently, not even taking a second look at the three-level peak monks.

The martial artist who had talked with Xiao Chen before, was a little terrified at this moment, why didn't he have a better attitude just now? This guy won't take revenge on himself, right?

Everyone unconsciously gave way to Xiao Chen, and Xiao Chen walked to the edge of the hot spring pool smoothly. However, he subconsciously wanted to enter the hot spring pool, but hesitated for a while, and turned his head to look at the one closest to him. The martial artist asked: "This pool is very deep? I think everyone flew over it instead of walking over it. Why?"

"Ah!" The martial artist was startled, although he was surprised by Xiao Chen's question, he still explained truthfully: "That's right, the water in this pool is bottomless, basically you can't get out if you enter it, so everyone flew directly to the cultivation position! And that cultivation position is a stone platform that has existed since ancient times, there is no problem!"

Xiao Chen nodded, so that's the case, just now he was wondering why these people didn't practice in the gaps between each cultivation position, but they had to wait for someone to give up the cultivation position, so it turned out that there was no way to settle in other places.

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen jumped directly onto the vacated training position, and sat down cross-legged.

In fact, when Xiao Chen came to the ancient ruins of Huoyan Mountain, he already knew that his father was definitely not there. According to the rule that he would be teleported out within a month, even if his father got lost here, he would definitely be teleported out.

As for this hot spring pool, Xiao Chen felt it. Although there is aura of heaven and earth in it, it can indeed play a role in washing marrow and cutting bones of warriors, but the effect is extremely limited, at least for Xiao Chen.

He can practice here, and the speed of cultivation will be faster than outside, but if he wants to achieve results, he will definitely not be able to do it in ten or eight years, and the day lily will be cold in that case.

"An Xiaomo, go and find for me, where is the Nine Nether Fire that heats the pool." Xiao Chen is now thinking about the strange fire of that day.

"Oh!" An Xiaomo came out of the sea of ​​consciousness and went directly into the hot spring, but no one noticed it. Who would have thought that there was already a black shadow in the spring?

Holding the mind of peace of mind, Xiao Chen started to practice in the pond for the time being, and slowness is better than nothing, as much as he can practice, Xiao Chen still understands the principle that little can make more.

As time passed by, the pool was probably very deep and very large. Even if An Xiaomo was the head of the ghost, it would be very difficult to investigate, and the results would not be obtained in a short time.

It's dark, it's dawn, no matter how dark it is, no matter how bright it is, Xiao Chen is a little worried, how deep is this pond? What's next? There won't be any problems after An Xiaomo goes down, right?

But it's useless to worry, without knowing the situation, Xiao Chen can't rashly go to An Xiaomo. Fortunately, there is still a trace of spiritual connection between him and An Xiaomo, which shows that An Xiaomo should not be eliminated.

Another two days passed, An Xiaomo still didn't come back, and Xiao Chen could only wait while practicing. In the past few days, a few monks were directly teleported out of here because the time was up.

The third-level peak cultivator who was blown away by Xiao Chen never came to line up again. Obviously, he was seriously injured, and he didn't know where he went to heal his injuries. With his current condition, he would definitely not be able to compete with others for a seat. , even a first-level martial artist might be able to suppress him.

Every day, newcomers come to the outskirts of the hot springs, as before, some low-level martial masters were directly squeezed out, but there was a third-level martial artist who, relying on his own strength, actually wanted Xiao Chen to give way.

Because with the increase of high-level martial masters these days, the weakest in this pool are only the second-tier martial masters. On the surface, Xiao Chen seems to be a second-tier peak magician, so he is regarded as a soft persimmon by the third-tier martial masters up.

But just as he opened his mouth, he was stopped by a familiar monk next to him and explained to him. The man was startled, looked at Xiao Chen with a hint of dodge, and quickly clasped his fists and said, "I'm sorry. , it turned out to be a senior from the fourth floor, how offended you were just now!"