Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 307 You Come Demonstrate
Chen Ping was in a good mood, and jumped onto the rock wall on the Demon Arm Demon Spider King.

Because the spider king's limbs are covered with barbs, climbing any inclined terrain is like walking on flat ground.

After crawling around the deep pit for a few laps, he found that the narrow space was too tight to use his hands and feet, so Chen Ping suddenly lost his interest and put the puppet in the storage ring.

"According to my current level of spiritual consciousness, it shouldn't be a problem to manipulate puppets with three heads and three ranks at the same time."

While burying the huge pit, Chen Ping was thinking.

With the power of five thousand feet of spiritual consciousness of an ordinary monk in the early stage of Yuandan, he can barely control a third-order puppet.

But Chen Ping, who practiced the Taiyiyan divine technique, had three times as much soul strength as the same level, so he was naturally not subject to this restriction.

Therefore, there has always been a proverb circulating in the cultivation world.

If a monk who possesses the soul-enhancing technique does not master the puppet technique, it will be as stupid and stupid as looking for a candle with a night pearl.

It's a pity that the materials for refining high-level puppets are too rare. If he hadn't obtained the complete skeleton of the Venomous Plague Spider King by chance, it would be a matter of years before he wanted to own a third-level puppet.

However, Chen Ping still has more than a dozen second-order puppets in his hands.

If there were enough high-grade spirit stones, it would not be difficult for him to control the spider swarm and destroy a medium-sized family with Yuandan cultivators.

This is the outrageous group battle strength of the high-level puppet masters. One person is worth one army, and it is not something touted by a sedan chair.

After getting rid of the traces of refining puppets, Chen Ping opened the door, put on his clothes and lay down, closed his eyes and recuperated.

For the past [-] days, concentrating on building puppets really made him feel physically and mentally exhausted.

But tired after tired, he didn't have any complaints in his heart.

Bao Jianfeng has been sharpened from scratch, and his talent is not as good as others. If he wants to go further, he can only work tirelessly and go against the current.

……

A carp straightened up, and Chen Ping, who was taking a nap, stood up with a gloomy expression, and an obscene image appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

And the location he looked at was the attic where Pu Yuanhao, Deng Chenhuan and others lived.

Before, he had planted a ray of spiritual consciousness on Deng Chenhuan, within a range of fifteen thousand feet, he could monitor this person's every move anytime and anywhere.

This top-notch playboy performed idleness to the extreme, barely going out for a month.

Deng Chenhuan was able to step on the ground at first, but the higher he went, the height was not enough, and he actually summoned a colorful feather spirit weapon.

When the feet were off the ground, the soft feathers made a series of "giggle" laughter like silver bells.

On the side, Chen Wei, a competent dog slave, fed unknown red potions to the female arhats, while roaring with all his strength, cheering for his master.

"Disgusting stuff."

Chen Ping glanced coldly, then stopped paying attention.

The Deng family's reputation is immeasurable, and it's really inconceivable that they have cultivated such a young master who only knows how to enjoy himself.

But Deng Chenhuan's good days are coming to an end soon.

Shangguanjin sent the paper crane sound transmission yesterday, saying that Pu Yuanhao's Taoist artifact will be repaired in at most five days.

……

"Brother Deng, the younger brother really doesn't know. You see, the younger brother just broke through the bottleneck. In recent years, he has been retreating to recover from the injuries caused by the thunder disaster. He has never met the noble nephew Deng Xian at all."

In the treasure house of the lord's mansion, Yang Fanying clasped her fists and saluted, and said with a wry smile.

Looking at the direction in which he bowed, it was a man in green shirt with a serious face.

I saw the green-clothed male cultivator frowned, and pointed out: "Fellow Daoist Teng, your expression is too forceful, can you look more natural? The Yuan Dan cultivators of my human race all observe very little, and any clues cannot escape the eyes of the eye." .”

"Bondo has rehearsed hundreds of times before and after, and you can't do it if you say it can't?"

A stern look appeared on Yang Fanying's face, and he said viciously: "When you human race encounters problems, you first want to use conspiracy to solve them. According to Ben Teng, it's better to have a good fight."

"Why take risks when there are ways to save effort?"

Chen Ping didn't get angry at all, and said in a calm tone.

After the Spider King puppet was made, for the next few days, every late at night, he would sneak into the treasure house of the Fire Smelting Alliance and meet with the Sky Vine.

That's right, he exchanged thirty round leaves for the assistance of the Sky Vine to deal with the Deng family on Kongming Island.

According to his calculation, after intercepting and killing Deng Chenhuan, the first reaction of the Deng family was to send someone to Bazhu Island to understand the situation.

This candidate must be Deng Fengcheng or Deng Shunqi.

There is no other reason. The two Foundation Establishment cultivators have fallen for no apparent reason. Sending the Foundation Establishment Clan to come here, wouldn't it be a sheep to a tiger?
As long as those two senior elders of the Deng family were not fools, they could follow the clues and list him as the number one suspect within a few days.

With the death of the young patriarch, no matter whether Deng Chenhuan was valued or not within the Deng family, they would go to Haichang to discuss an explanation.

But the young master of the Deng family died in the Fire Smelting Alliance, and Yang Fanying, as the leader of the alliance, could not escape joint and several responsibilities.

In order to appease the anger of the Deng family and show their innocence, the leader of the Smelting Fire Alliance volunteered to participate in the siege of Haichang, and there is a high probability that the elders of the Deng family would not refuse.

At that time, lurking in the enemy army, the Sky Vine with Yuan Dan's combat power is enough to cause fatal damage to the Deng family.

The plan is one link after another, but the key depends on the performance of the sky vine.

If Deng Fengcheng saw through it halfway, Chen Ping could only look across Wang Yang at a dead fellow Taoist.

"Yang Fanying" snorted angrily, and said in a sharp voice: "Don't think that you can manipulate me with a fourth-order spiritual leaf, Ben Teng is not threatened by anyone."

"Fellow Daoist Teng is serious, you and I will benefit from cooperation."

Chen Ping smiled indifferently, flicked his middle finger, and a hundred-year-old round leaf flew towards it.

"Yang Fanying" shrank his pupils, quickly swallowed the round leaves, and after digesting for a while, grinned and said: "Bonto's acting skills, I think they are already very good, if you are not satisfied, you may as well demonstrate to Bento once?"

"Fellow Daoist Teng humbly asks for advice, Chen must obey his orders."

Chen Ping cupped his hands in a slow manner, and performed calmly.

Half a quarter of an hour later, "Yang Fanying" finished appreciating Chen Ping's performance dumbfounded.

After a long time, he still kept his eyes wide open, and murmured strangely: "No wonder your human race stands at the peak and will not fall for ten thousand years. All of these are ghost things that have become fine!"

"Fellow Daoist Fuji, you don't need to be humble, and your progress should not be underestimated."

The old god Chen Ping sat down and said calmly.

Flowing clouds and flowing water, impeccable acting skills are essential skills for high-level monks.

Therefore, the internal fighting between human races is often more cruel and dangerous than other races.

(End of this chapter)