Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 390 Han Wanshuang's Secret

Pursing his lips calmly, Chen Ping turned and returned to the cabin.

Just now, it was Xiong Dingtian from Yin Luozong who was communicating with him.

More than a month ago, after he revealed his cultivation, this person came to the door aggressively the next day.

Chen Ping didn't give him a good face either, so the two stayed away from the spirit ship and competed with each other as soon as possible.

The result was naturally under Chen Ping's control.

By sacrificing the ice spirit crystal flame, his strength approached the late stage of Yuan Dan, and he was easily recognized by Xiong Dingtian.

It turns out that Xiong Dingtian's eccentric temperament is just a kind of contempt for monks who are far inferior to him.

This person communicated with himself, and his attitude was still normal.

"Protecting you a monk from the Yin Luo Sect?"

Chen Ping was expressionless and secretly sneered.

On the same day, Zhou Wuchun saw him fighting with Xiong Dingtian, but came back safe and sound, and immediately presented fifty thousand spirit stones eagerly.

Although the number is not much, it is a heart anyway.

At this moment, of course, Chen Ping was slightly biased towards the Zhou family.

However, if he is really in great danger, he will be the first to pat his sleeves and run as far as he can.

……

The sunset sea in autumn is so beautiful.

But along the way, dilapidated spirit boats floated up from time to time, and the pillars of the boats had been corroded into deep black by the sea water.

The spirit ship smashed away without hesitation, and the cabin was full of first-order demon fish, jumping around alive and well.

In some of the hulls, there are human skeletons scattered all over the ship, which are so weathered that they will shatter when touched, and it is unknown how many years they have been drifting at sea.

These spirit ships that have been severely damaged by accidents and have lost their value are generally called "wrecks at sea".

The ruins at sea are basically medium and large broken spirit boats, and there are very few spirit ships.

After all, no matter how damaged the spirit ship is, it can be sold for a small fortune when it is dismantled, and the monks have long been scrambling to take it away.

In the Killing Wind, several foundation-building monks of the Zhou family flew out from the deck, groped for a while on the corpses that were about to sink to the bottom of the sea, and each harvested a few storage bags.

Then, one after another, the fireballs fell, and the corpses turned into ashes, which were scattered into the distance with the wind.

This kind of corpses with their wealth preserved are basically sea crossers who died when monsters attacked the ship.

If the evil cultivators acted like locusts crossing the border, how could they be willing to keep their belongings?

Zhou Wuchun seemed to be used to it, and even deliberately slowed down the speed of the spirit ship, waiting for the return of the tribe.

Taking money from the "dead" and burying the "dead" is one of the established rules in the sea area of ​​Shuangcheng.

No one knows if he will be the next person to fall in a foreign land and no one will collect his body.

after one day.

The two spirit ships passed by a small island, and happened to run into the calamity of a miniature-scale beast horde.

Hundreds of crabs the size of huts drilled out of the sandy beaches on all sides, attacking the island frantically.

On the island, three monks in the early stage of foundation establishment are leading forty to fifty Qi training monks, standing guard on a sea cliff, struggling to support.

But there are too many crab demons, and there is still a leader of the second-order peak. This place where the human race reproduces is about to be destroyed.

Zhou Wuchun hesitated for a moment, then issued an order to the Killing Wind.

The ship immediately changed its course and headed towards the distressed island at high speed.

"Zhou Wuchun, there are countless islands in the waters of Shuangcheng that are attacked by monsters every year. Can you save them?"

Inside the golden boat, Xiong Dingtian had a thought, and said to several Yuan Dan monks in a cold tone: "If you insist on showing benevolence and righteousness and meddling in other's business, I won't wait for you. Let's go our separate ways here."

After listening to him, Zhou Wuchun trembled, and the castration of the spirit ship came to an abrupt end.

"Damn guy, it's obviously a matter of convenience."

Zhou Wuchun cursed secretly, but did not dare to ignore Xiong Dingtian's warning, and prepared to return to the original route with a gloomy face.

At this moment, a blue shadow flickered rapidly, and flew onto the island after a dozen or so breaths.

I don't see any magic weapon released by it, but it just flicked a icy flame, opened its mouth and blew, and it turned into thousands of strands, like steel needles shot from an arrow crossbow, and shot accurately into the crab monster group.

In the next moment, hundreds of crab demons fell down in response, without any breath, and limply paralyzed to the ground.

"Thank you senior for saving your life."

The three leading monks in the early stage of foundation establishment were the first to react, and after looking at each other in ecstasy, they said in unison.

The crab monsters at the peak of the second level were all instantly killed with one blow, this black-faced man must be the overhaul of the Yuan Dan realm!
Without saying a word, Chen Ping put the crab demon king's body into the storage ring, and then flew away from the sea cliff without looking back.

In the rear, cheers sounded like waves, and the islanders knelt down in blackness while being grateful for their death.

"Fellow Daoist Ye is doing such a good job!"

Chen Ping, who rushed back from Zhou Wuchun, nodded and said with a smile.

"Humph!"

On the other hand, Xiong Dingtian's face was ugly, and there was a glint of haze in his eyes.

It's just the middle stage of Yuandan, how dare you slam Zhou Wuchun's face in front of him!

The last time the two competed with supernatural powers, he didn't use his own puppet at all.

Otherwise, three or five moves can be easily won.

After all, it is a person with hundreds of years of experience. After Xiong Dingtian sneered angrily for a while, his emotions calmed down immediately.

Because of such trivial matters, it would be unwise to turn against a monk of the same rank.

Seeing that Xiong Dingtian did not make things difficult again, Chen Ping ignored him and walked into the cabin silently.

On that island, in addition to dozens of monks, there are more than 3000 mortals living there.

If the crab demon captures the island, the creatures on the island will inevitably become the meal of the monster.

Therefore, he showed mercy once.

Of course, this happened by chance, and it was within his ability, so it was absolutely impossible for him to deliberately save it.

What Xiong Dingtian said was not without reason.

Every day in the cultivation world of Shuangcheng, tragedies of island destruction and human death are staged, and even Jindan cultivators are helpless.

Although he believes in the rules of natural selection and survival of the fittest, it does not hinder the compassion he has developed by accident.

Moreover, this move is in line with his heart.

Kill as you want, save as you want, and not be influenced by anyone, this is the true meaning of freedom that he has been pursuing.

……

In the fourth-floor suite, the stone door opens to both sides.

Jiang Yijin's three brothers and sisters, Li Hongyan, Xu Qiaoqiao and other members of the team all stood in front of the door tremblingly, their heads buried in their lips, their expressions constantly changing.

Just now, the majestic figure of Ye Ping beheading the group of crabs in an instant circulated endlessly in their respective brains.

They secretly glanced at each other with mixed feelings, and all of them smiled wryly.

In the team, the one they thought was the weakest and the best to bully was actually a Yuan Dan cultivator with hidden cultivation!

It is rumored that there are often monks with great supernatural powers who deliberately transform themselves into ordinary people to experience the world of mortals in order to cleanse their hearts, in order to break through.

It's too outrageous, this is simply a story in a biography!
"You said, did Senior Ye have nothing to do when he was full?"

Xu Qiaoqiao shrugged her nose slightly, and said in a girly way.

"Cough cough."

Giving him a silent look, Jiang Yijin didn't dare speak rashly.

Cultivator Yuandan's spiritual consciousness is as high as several thousand feet, and their every move should be under the supervision of Senior Ye.

No wonder this man is so out of touch with them.

The overhaul of the Yuan Dan Realm, why condescend to meet the juniors!
Jiang Yijin was extremely helpless, this person was just a random target he found outside Xikou City that day.

Fortunately, it seems that this senior is not a vicious high-ranking cultivator when looking at his actions to save people.

"Hey!"

Feeling that they have neglected their seniors recently, Jiang Yijin and the others beat their chests one by one, secretly thinking about how to remedy it.

　There is another chapter tonight, it will be around 12 o'clock, you can watch it tomorrow morning!

　　
　
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