Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 167
"You Daoist Ye, right?"

Brother Young Master changed his former debauchery, squinted at Chen Ping, and said rather arrogantly: "Jin Peng below, the big treasurer of Lingzhou Pavilion, let me have a look at your spirit boat first, if the damage is too serious, Fang It doesn’t necessarily deserve it.”

"Also, even if Fang takes the order, Fellow Daoist Ye may have to wait a few more months, because I still have a few spirit boats waiting to be repaired."

Seeing this person's arrogant attitude, Chen Ping couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and said in a nonchalant voice: "Who are you, Qingsong old man?"

"You Daoist Ye, please be careful when you speak!"

Fang Jinpeng narrowed his eyes, and said dissatisfiedly: "Senior Qingsong is the leader of the Loose Cultivation Alliance, and also a friend of my master. You are a seventh-level qi practitioner, how dare you use disrespectful words!"

No wonder the name of Qingsong is used on the store plaque, it really has nepotism.

Thinking like this, Chen Ping waved his hand, and a majestic power of spiritual consciousness covered Fang Jinpeng, and then said lightly: "Boy, whether you live or die depends on your own performance."

"Building the foundation... Senior!"

Fang Jinpeng's complexion changed drastically, and he changed into a horrified expression, and he secretly groaned in his heart.

Feiyue Island is remote, why did it attract a strange foundation builder?

Coincidentally, Senior Qingsong and Shizun went on a long trip hand in hand, and they will not return for a year or so.

From what Senior Ye said, he must be a cruel and merciless person.

At that time, don't mention his little life, even if the Lingzhou Pavilion is slaughtered, it seems impossible!

"Senior Ye, the tutor is Liu Yanyu, the deputy leader of the Loose Cultivation Alliance. Her old man and Senior Qingsong are both sitting in this city. You... Maybe you know them?"

Under tremendous pressure, Fang Jinpeng tried to maintain a respectful tone.

Hearing the threatening meaning contained in his words, Chen Ping smiled, and slapped the man's forehead with a questioning talisman.

Fang Jinpeng had only practiced Qi at the ninth level, and he couldn't resist the power of the Heart-Watching Talisman at all, his eyes immediately became blurred, and then fell into a hallucination.

After ten breaths, when he regained his sanity, Chen Ping said with a smile that was not a smile: "Qingsong Laodao is an old cultivator who is about to sink into the ground, your master Liu Yanyu can see it."

He had just interrogated Fang Jinpeng and learned a lot of gossip.

The chief and deputy leaders of the Loose Cultivation Alliance, Qingsong Laodao and Liu Yanyu actually formed a Taoist couple, and went out of the island to celebrate their wedding half a year ago.

Now that it was confirmed that the two of them were not on Feiyue Island, Chen Ping became even more unscrupulous.

As soon as I touched the storage ring, a gigantic object hit the grass with a "boom", and the dust flew up, fully occupying half of the space in the backyard.

"Large spirit boat!"

Fang Jinpeng gasped. The spiritual boat in front of him was about a hundred feet long, covered with dense runes, and there were several forts on the deck.

"The boat is intact, but it is missing the last few activation steps. No matter what method you use, it must be able to sail in the deep sea."

With sharp eyes, Chen Ping raised his voice.

"Senior Ye, don't worry, although this junior is not qualified to build a large spirit boat, you can still try one or two to perfect the core of the formation."

Fang Jinpeng rubbed his hands, nodded and bowed.

The only large-scale spirit boat in the Sanxiu Alliance was custom-made in Chixiaozong, which cost more than 3 spirit stones.

As the most skilled spirit boat builder on Feiyue Island, he often used his master's privilege to study large spirit boats.

"try?"

Chen Ping chuckled, and a few cold words popped out between his teeth: "If you can't fix it, you don't have to live."

"Yes, yes, the junior will definitely fix it."

Fang Jinpeng shuddered, and jumped onto the spirit boat impatiently.

……

Two days later.

In the waning night, on the grass in the backyard of Lingzhou Pavilion, a monk in blue was fishing comfortably with a fishing rod in his hand.

Beside him, a female cultivator with exquisite makeup and a charming figure gently kneaded his shoulders.

On the ground around the two of them, there were already hundreds of big fish lying alive and kicking.

"Senior is great!"

Seeing a five-foot-long red mandarin fish being pulled ashore by the man in Tsing Yi, Lan'er couldn't help but yelled in a low voice.

"The fishing skills of the seniors are superb, and the juniors boast that they have practiced hard for decades. Compared with the seniors today, it is beyond comparison."

In the large spirit boat, along the edge of the cabin, a black-painted human head popped up, saying flatteringly.

"Stop talking nonsense, go repair your spirit boat, I give you three days, but there is only the last day left!"

Chen Ping glared at him, and reprimanded sinisterly.

At the same time, he was extremely funny.

The fish in this place are just those he dived into the water with his powerful spiritual sense and "put" them on the hook.

It's boring, but a good way to pass the time.

"Lan'er, you must make serving senior comfortable!"

After shouting loudly, the gray-haired and disheveled figure shrank back again.

"Lan'er, can you cook?"

Chen Ping pinched the red mandarin fish and asked.

"The boss usually likes to eat fish, and Lan'er has also practiced some superficial skills! Why don't you come in and taste it, senior?"

Lan'er covered her mouth and smiled, showing her charm.

"Make a grilled fish, more salty and spicy."

Chen Ping Gujing Wubo, with a backhand push, threw the red mandarin fish, which was as tall as a person, towards her.

"Okay, wait a moment, senior."

Lan'er hugged mandarin fish awkwardly, and then quickly set up a row of wooden frames...

……

"Senior Ye, luckily, the spirit boat can sail out to sea!"

Another day later, a gray monk stood on the deck and said respectfully.

"Well, thank you for your hard work, Shopkeeper Fang."

Chen Ping rarely smiled at him.

This sweaty, exhausted dirty guy was the suave and suave Fang Jinpeng.

"Now that it's fixed, come down quickly."

After a while, seeing that he was still bent over and groping, Chen Ping shouted in a cold voice.

Fang Jinpeng straightened his body, and said seriously: "The junior considers the deep sea voyage, and the journey is monotonous, so I specially planted some spiritual flowers and grasses for the senior. Look at it, senior, is it very pleasing to the eye?"

"Ok?"

Chen Ping flew into the air in doubt, looked down, and then found a scene that made him dumbfounded.

I saw more than a hundred green flowers and plants planted on the deck of the spirit boat, each of which was carefully pruned to look like bowing its head and clasping fists, as if bowing its hands in respect to him.

What's even more weird is that these flowers and plants inadvertently combined several ancient characters of cultivation that are several feet long and wide.

leaf!
leaf!
leaf!
"Crooked way!"

The corners of Chen Ping's mouth twitched, and he flew down immediately, grabbing Fang Jinpeng's shoulders, and threw him out viciously.

Then, he walked up to the core of the formation, pressed it down with one palm, and overwhelming spiritual consciousness surged out.

After a quarter of an hour, Chen Ping let go of his hand, and said with satisfaction: "Master Fang did a good job, how much Lingshi does Ye need to pay you?"

"What did Senior Ye say, this junior was happy to see Lie Xin, so he couldn't help but voluntarily repaired it."

Fang Jinpeng crawled over and said with a smile.

Putting away the spirit boat, Chen Ping glanced at him indifferently, then turned into a blue light and rushed into the clouds.

After a while, a purple storage bag slowly floated to Fang Jinpeng's feet.

"Huh! Finally left!"

Fang Jinpeng swallowed his saliva, sat down on the ground, and looked at Lan'er, with a trace of happiness in his eyes at the same time.

"Lan'er, cook fish for me tonight! I'm suffocating, these few days."

Fang Jinpeng commanded with great air, and followed him to open the storage bag casually, only to find that there were a whole 1000 yuan of low-grade spirit stones in it!

　The old devil is tired and relaxes, and fellow Taoists also relax, fighting and killing all day long, affecting functions!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)