Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 24 Dongfeng Building

An hour later.

Zhuo Qi's flesh and blood had been devoured by the white-haired tarantula king, leaving only a dry bone like porcelain.

"chirp"

As if the spider king still had something to say, he gently pushed Duan Gaojing with his furry black feet.

"You bastard, you even swallowed two monks who practiced the sixth level of Qi training, and you still play with me?"

Duan Gaojing scolded with a grin.

This white-haired tarantula king was tamed by him two years ago. At the beginning, it was only fed with copper crystal ore, but it grew extremely slowly.

Later, he secretly killed a monk for the spider king to eat, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the spiritual power contained in human flesh and blood could make the spider king develop rapidly.

Therefore, every few months, Duan Gaojing would take risks to hunt and kill monks for him to devour.

After two years, it has advanced to the late stage of the first order, and its strength is not below that of ordinary Qi training seventh-level monks.

Not a single mining monk on Fujishan Island is registered.

It's no big deal to die once in a while, but if it happens too frequently, it will definitely arouse the suspicion of the Meng Yu family.

Therefore, Duan Gaojing's actions have always been very secretive.

In exchange for Zhuo Qi, this time he even gave a high-grade magic weapon and a copper crystal worth tens of thousands of catties.

After devouring the Zhuo family brothers, the aura of the Tarantula King was greatly enhanced, and he could faintly compete with him.

This made Duan Gaojing feel that it was completely worthwhile to take a little risk.

"Master, Xing Linnian is out to see you."

The pock-marked monk's voice sounded through the trap in the cave, interrupting Duan Jinggao's thoughts.

"Let him wait a moment."

Duan Jinggao pondered for a while, then ordered to the rock wall.

The strange thing is that he didn't respond to the pockmarked monk calling him "Young Master", it seemed normal.

……

Ten days later, Chen Ping went to the appointment as scheduled.

Coming to the platform again, apart from Meng Yan, Meng Gui and Yu Meichang were still missing.

There are six or seven dishes on the spliced ​​spiritual wood table, including fish, meat and shrimp, so rich.

"Hey, isn't Supervisor Meng Gui and Supervisor Yu together?"

Chen Ping found a place to sit down and asked casually.

"The two of them went to do other things, don't worry about it."

Meng Yan said vaguely.

Chen Ping had a guess in his heart, took a bite of crab meat, chewed and said, "It's delicious in color and fragrance, brother Meng is indeed an expert in this way."

Meng Yan laughed proudly and said, "These are all Dongfeng Building's signature dishes, and I spent a lot of effort to prepare them for this table."

"The Dongfeng Tower opened by the Chixiao Sect?"

Chen Ping was relieved, if the dishes of Dongfenglou were delicious, he would not be surprised.

The Chixiao Sect resounds through the Yuandan Sect that resounds through tens of thousands of miles of surrounding seas.

There are three monks in Yuan Dan Realm in this sect, but what really made them famous all over the world is because of this Dongfeng Tower.

Dongfeng Building is mainly engaged in cooking various kinds of spiritual food.

The Scarlet Heaven Sect has been based on the Yuanyan Islands for four thousand years. Since the first head, Dongfeng Building has been established.

After thousands of years of development, Dongfeng Building has been opened all over the nearby tens of thousands of miles of sea.

The Dongfeng Tower only serves monks, and most of them are located in the most prosperous areas of the second and third-tier islands.

The spirit stones earned for Scarlet Heaven Sect each year accounted for [-]% of the entire sect's income.

These so-called signature dishes purchased by Meng Yan are only for monks in the Qi training period.

It is said that the top-level special spiritual food in Dongfeng Building is cooked with third-order monsters and spiritual things.

High-level monks eat it into their stomachs, and it has the extraordinary effect of significantly improving their cultivation base.

Of course, the price of the top-quality spiritual delicacies that cost several thousand or tens of thousands of spiritual stones is so high that even ordinary foundation-building masters can't afford it, let alone a Qi training monk like Meng Yan.

"Well, this fish fillet is delicious and smooth, not bad."

Chen Ping sighed while chewing.

It was the first time he tasted the delicacies of Dongfeng Building.

Not for the other.

It's just because the Scarlet Heaven Sect and the Broken Star Sect attached behind the Chen family have been attacking each other for thousands of years.

The disputes between the two sects continued, and even the ancestors in the Yuandan realm fell several times. The hatred between the two parties can be said to be as deep as the sea.

Therefore, there is no Dongfeng Building in the thousands of miles of sea area commanded by the Chen family.

"Come, Brother Lu, have a taste of this wine!"

Holding a jug made of fire jade, Meng Yan personally poured a glass of fine wine for Chen Ping.

"Brother Meng is too polite."

Chen Ping took a sip slightly, only to feel a stream of heat running moistly across his throat and floating in his abdomen, and he felt a bit of coldness again.

"How? This is the unique golden fox wine of my Meng family!"

Unlike Chen Ping who just tasted it, Meng Yan grabbed the jug and "gulu" drank it all in one gulp.

Chen Ping secretly slandered.

He suddenly thought of Ye Mofan.

Both of these two are addicted to wine, and they really have the potential to become good friends.

The cups were mixed with each other, and the bottles of Golden Fox Wine had already bottomed out before they knew it.

Meng Yan was so drunk that he couldn't even hold the wooden chopsticks firmly.

"Exciting, enjoyable!"

Chen Ping pretended to be a superior, and said drunkenly: "Brother Meng, when will we get together next time?"

Meng Yan shook his head, closed his eyes and said, "It will take two months. Currently, I am the only person on duty in the mine, so it is inconvenient to go out of the island again."

"With the noble senior Meng Lingqiu guarding the cave, Brother Meng's burden will be much easier."

Chen Ping said with a natural face.

"Hmph, it's rare to get scolded all the way out of the island. I'd rather be far away from his old man!"

Meng Yan seemed to be quite critical of the third elder, and said unhappily.

After speaking, he also felt disrespectful, his eyes became a little clearer, and he changed the subject: "Brother Lu is really a casual cultivator?"

"It's real, there's nothing to lie about."

Chen Ping said calmly.

Meng Yan's eyes flashed, and he said in a strange tone: "I heard that brother Lu has cultivated a Dzogchen fire spell, and you have a strong spiritual power, which is far beyond the same level. I'm afraid it's not as simple as a rootless casual cultivator. Bar!"

"Although my spiritual root aptitude is ordinary, I have a talent for practicing fire magic."

Chen Ping said calmly: "Lu is currently reduced to a casual cultivator, but his ancestors more than a hundred years ago are also at the helm of a low-level family."

"To tell you the truth, Brother Meng, I have practiced the low-level exercises of Huang Pin handed down by my ancestors, and I am still able to deal with the lowest-level casual practitioners like Zhuo Qi and Zhuo Han with ease."

Meng Yan nodded slightly, and said suspiciously: "Brother Lu is so lucky, as a direct descendant of my family, the exercises I practice are only top-ranked."

Although he was envious of Chen Ping's exercises, he didn't continue to inquire about them.

After all, there are several higher-level cultivation methods in the family, and he can exchange them for more than ten years of contribution points.

What's more, once the main technique is practiced, it cannot be changed unless the Sangong is re-repaired.

For a low-level cultivation method of the yellow grade, he would not have made such a big determination.

"Come on, let's continue!"

Then, Meng Yan took out another jug ​​of fine wine and poured it down his throat, as if he would never give up until he was drunk.

It was half a day before the two of them were full of wine and food.

Chen Ping bid farewell to Meng Yan and walked deep into the mine.

While walking, Chen Ping, who was originally drunk, suddenly regained his sobriety.

Walking steadily, the smell of alcohol in his body evaporated instantly under the operation of spiritual power.

He is not good at drinking, and he doesn't like to be dominated by the power of alcohol.

It's fine if it's a fairy wine that can increase mana, but Chen Ping doesn't even care about ordinary wine like Jinhu wine that tastes sweet but has no effect.

"A stab in the back hurts someone?"

Thinking of the scene just now, Chen Ping's expression became gloomy.

Meng Yan doubted his origin, and he might have something to do with Duan Gaojing and his gang.

He only shot that once in the mine, and no one else knew his strength.

"A bunch of jumping clowns."

Chen Ping smiled, and no longer cared about this matter.

When he came to a fork in the road, his steps suddenly stopped.

"Ok?"

The roar of several magic weapons colliding sounded in his ears, Chen Ping released his consciousness, and swept towards the source of the fighting sound with all his strength.

Only 150 feet away, a thin-haired, skinny [-]-year-old man was desperately fleeing here.

"Okay, Xing Linnian, you pig and dog, you dare to betray the water in private, I, Tuo Zhentian, will not let you go!"

The bony old man said furiously.

At this moment, his clothes were in tatters, most of his right ear was missing, and the exposed skin was covered with blood.

"Tuo Zhentian."

Chen Ping frowned. Isn't this the leader of the No. [-] mining area? Why is he chasing here like a bereaved dog?

While thinking, Chen Ping stepped back quickly until he hid in a hole half the height of a person.

"Old Monster Tuo, you are wrong about this. Mr. Xing and you have never been on the same side, so why go against the truth!"

A hulking monk came after him, grinning grinningly.

Behind him, several of Chen Ping's old acquaintances were present.

Duan Gaojing, Nie Qian, and the young monk who was recruited with him, who was carrying a magic weapon with a long stick.

This person was a lone ranger at first, rejected Xing Linnian's solicitation, and came together with them again at some point.

The only stranger was the pockmarked man in gray robe next to Duan Gaojing.

"disease!"

Under the operation of the formula, Duan Gaojing's feet were blown by the wind, and he was the fastest for a while, rushing to the back of Tuo Zhentian, and slapped him on the back.

A huge force struck, and Tuo Zhentian hurriedly gathered a khaki shield.

"Pfft!"

The shield cracked instantly, and Tuo Zhentian staggered, his forehead hit the ground, and he was hit badly, and he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Duan Gaojing's cultivation base was already a level higher than his, and he was seriously injured at the moment, so how could he match him.

"Duan Laoyin, kill me if you dare!"

Tuo Zhentian propped himself up with one hand and roared angrily.

Several pursuers surrounded him, and everyone looked at Duan Gaojing in unison, as if they were all waiting for a decision.

"Old Monster Tuo, do you really think I dare not kill you?"

Duan Gaojing fixed his face and said coldly: "Obviously it was Brother Xing who you contacted first, trying to join forces with him to deal with me. If Brother Xing didn't know the general situation and disdain to be with you, I might be even more miserable than you!"

"That's right, old man Tuo blames you for being vicious, and now you're just reaping the fruits of your own fruit."

Xing Linnian raised his chin and shouted at him.

"Xing Linnian, don't think about it when I die. Do you think Duan Laoyin will let you grow?"

Tuo Zhentian's heart skipped a beat, and he growled bitterly at Xing Linnian.

"Ha ha!"

Xing Linnian laughed heartily, and said loudly: "Old Freak Tuo, Mr. Xing has no ambitions. With Duan Mine Tou's order, I can immediately lead everyone into the No. [-] mining area!"

Duan Gaojing glanced at him appreciatively, and said: "Where is Brother Xing, you and I are all working for the Meng family, there is no such thing as annexation."

"As for you!"

Duan Gaojing's tone changed suddenly, he pointed at Tuo Zhentian and said, "I won't kill you, but it is inevitable to teach you a lesson."

"Hehe, in the final analysis, I just dare not!"

Tuo Zhentian said in a gloomy way.

Supervisor Meng Gui is his backer, and he contributes a lot every month.

If he died strangely in the mine, Meng Gui would definitely investigate to the end under his rage.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Gui has long since resigned from the position of supervisor."

Duan Gaojing seemed to have guessed the reason for Tuo Zhentian's confidence, and said calmly with his hands behind his back.

"impossible!"

Tuo Zhentian was dumbfounded, and murmured: "Meng Gui never told me about it."

"Fellow Daoist Tuo has been the so-called leader for several years, so he has already forgotten his original identity!"

There was a trace of pity in Duan Gaojing's eyes, and he sighed: "How can I, a low-level casual cultivator like floating grass, truly integrate into that circle."

(End of this chapter)