Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 436 Chapter 77
As soon as Chen Ping said this, even Long Xingfeng looked sideways in a daze, with an unskilled smile on his face.

On the other hand, Yu Yangchang raised his eyebrows, cursed "shameless" secretly, and said with a sneer: "There are references to these three-grade body-building pills. Generally, after taking five to ten pills, the effect will be completely lost. Yu feels that there is no need to test it again. down."

"Fellow Daoist Yu, calm down. Mr. Chen is completely considering from your standpoint. You are famous all over the world, and you are always responsible for us and other buyers. How can you give a rough explanation?"

Chen Ping said with a frown, his words clearly revealed his meaning, and he was not at all embarrassed.

"Long... thinks what Chen Daoyou said is reasonable."

Long Xingfeng struggled for a while, but couldn't resist Hai Chaowan's temptation after all, and said in a tangled voice.

"More than half a month ago, the two of you threw away Yu's elixir in such an arrogant manner."

Yu Yangchang said with a hint of sarcasm, and then, as if he didn't want to offend the two monks of the same rank too hard, he changed the topic: "You probably don't understand how much a Haichao Pill costs!"

"A pair of tendons and skins of Yunyan Jackal has 30 spirit stones, a thousand-year-old white bone and precious bamboo has 40 yuan, and other miscellaneous materials are calculated together, and it is definitely not less than 200 million spirit stones."

After hearing this, Chen Ping sighed in his heart, knowing that he could not be a white wolf empty-handed, so he said with a smile on his face: "You Daoist Yu baked six sea tide pills at a time, Chen will not take advantage of you, 40 spirit stones How about selling all of them to me?"

"40 million!"

Long Xingfeng's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help but gasped.

If Yu Yangchang agrees, this Haichao Pill will immediately become one of the most expensive third-grade pills in the archipelago cultivation world, even more expensive than Yiyiwen's Qingxu Hualou Pill!
"The cost Daoyou Chen sees is only superficial."

Yu Yangchang snorted with a smile, squinted his eyes and said, "For the development of Haichao pills, Yu spent nearly 80 million spiritual stones in the past 40 years. It's really wishful thinking for you to produce [-] pills."

"Spiritual stones are not a problem, fellow daoist, just ask for a price."

Chen Ping's eyes turned slightly, and he said in a wealthy manner.

Yu Yangchang had no choice but to add the research and development costs.

According to the practice in the cultivation world, this new medicine with amazing medicinal effects is sold at a very high price.

Unless the prescription is leaked later, or a cheaper alternative is found, the price will slowly drop.

In order to break through Yuan Dan's mid-stage body training, even if Yu Yangchang increased the price by [-] to [-]%, he would hold his nose and admit it.

But this person's words made his complexion ashen, and he hugged his fists in displeasure and walked away immediately.

……

The shining signboard of Qing Keju was dazzling under the sunlight. Chen Ping lingered for a while expressionlessly, and said angrily, "One piece of 80 spirit stones, why didn't Old Ghost Yu just grab it!"

The price quoted by Yu Yangchang just now has fully doubled, greatly exceeding his acceptable range.

Calculated in this way, a batch of Haichao Pills can be exchanged for a drop of Astrology Essence, of course Chen Ping will not be taken advantage of.

"The sun is scorching hot outside, senior Chen, come in and have a cup of tea!"

Shopkeeper Mei, who was coming down from the second floor, glanced at Chen Ping, and hurriedly greeted him warmly.

"No, you gentlemen are better off doing it for yourself."

Chen Ping danced his sleeve robe, turned his head and walked away in a big stride.

The moment he withdrew his consciousness, he spotted Long Xingfeng with a gloomy expression and also left Qing Guest House, and disappeared in a flash.

Judging from this person's expression, it was obvious that Yu Yangchang had hit a hard nail just like him, and he didn't get what he wanted.

……

Landuling Mountains.

A beam of green light descended on an inconspicuous soil slope, the brilliance faded away, and a figure plunged into the formation formed by the flashing thunder light.

After reaching out his consciousness and discovering that Weng Mu was still obsessed with making puppets, Chen Ping immediately returned to the closed room.

After closing the gate, a blue light flashed, and Kutong Tianlian appeared instantly.

With one leap, Chen Ping twisted his waist contentedly.

The peaceful air exuded by Tianlian made him very comfortable.

Then, he flicked the sleeve of his left hand, and some items shot out obliquely.

It's all the harvest in the dojo for a while.

Taixuan wine that has increased the power for half a year, fifty grains of three-way grain, and six grains of Zengyuan Dan with four grains.

Coupled with Qingfengyu Tang, the cultivation treasures in his hands are enough for four or five years, so he doesn't need to worry about the progress of his cultivation for the time being.

Leaning Guimuhua on the Shenting acupoint, Chen Ping took out a small pill with light yellow color and rough surface from his bosom.

This is a bigu pill with three lines.

With the pill in his mouth, Chen Ping suddenly frowned, and stopped swallowing suddenly.

He remembered the ancient secrets told by Yin Xianyi.

The Bigu Pill with Nine Dao Patterns is so powerful that it can compete against the sixth-order Sea Clan.

If all kinds of pills are like monsters, if there is an ancestor who said it, wouldn't it be the ancestor of hundreds of millions of ordinary bigu pills!

Chen Ping shuddered suddenly. Will the human race eat its descendants, will it be settled by it?
However, after a second thought, he felt that his worries were too imaginative.

That kind of special existence may have emotions that are very different from those of the human race, so it should not be possible to regard the insane Bigu Dan as the same race.

Pursing his lips, Chen Ping's mind once again flashed the image of seeing the magic arm in Hai Lingmai.

Could it be that this arm, suspected to be a high-ranking sea clan, belonged to the sixth-rank sea clan that fought against Senior Bigudan?
If you think about it carefully, the possibility is really not small.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Hai Clan was the only one who respected me and was the absolute ruler of the Yuanyan Islands.

Moreover, the temperament of the Sea Clan is generally perverse and violent. If Senior Bigu Dan hadn't gained a huge advantage, they would definitely not have retreated happily.

"The cultivation world outside is wonderful, and one day, I will be able to push through the clouds and mists to participate in it."

Chen Ping grinned and smashed the Bigu Pill in his mouth.

……

In a certain mysterious area, the area visible to the naked eye is all gray, with endless gray mist floating everywhere.

Judging from the vague terrain, it can be vaguely distinguished that this is a winding and rugged mountain range.

Gusts of gloomy wind blew back and forth in the fog, accompanied by ghostly cries and screams. The monks with a lower cultivation level felt chills when they heard it.

And these ghost fogs are blocked by a layer of white light near the corner of the valley, unable to advance any further.

After a while, the temperature in the air suddenly dropped to the extreme, and the surrounding area was completely dark.

As gusts of wind blew past, a man in black clothes with a mask suddenly appeared in front of the white light and stared at it for a long time.

"How dare you break into this place rashly, if you are sensed by that person, our plan for nearly 50 years will come to naught!"

The man in the mask muttered a few words in a hoarse voice, with a hint of dissatisfaction and irritability vaguely revealed in his words.

"For an old man like me who is about to die, what is there to fear in this world!"

From the place covered by the white light, came a calm and composed voice, which sounded like it had experienced many vicissitudes.

"In addition, I remind you, don't talk to me in a pointing tone, otherwise, before the old man dies, he will destroy your wisdom first!"

Then, the old man's voice suddenly changed and became colder.

"You misunderstood, I was just thinking about everyone's path."

Seeing that the people in the white light were on the verge of getting angry, the masked man smiled lightly, and said with concessions: "You are me, and I am you. Losing anyone will do no good to either of us."

After he finished speaking, the brilliance flickered for a while, and an old man's face was transformed into an old man with white hair, thin and haggard, as if one foot had been buried in the soil.

"I came down to tell you that three years ago, I failed to attack the Nascent Soul."

The skinny old man sighed for a long time, and said quietly: "This road is completely cut off, and I can only count on you from now on."

"what!"

The man in the mask was startled and anxious, and said in a fluctuating tone: "You still have six or seventy years of life, why don't you accumulate it for a few more years and strive for greater opportunities?"

"Hehe, the old man's lifespan is not as much as you imagined. Secondly, I naturally have a reason to fight."

The skinny old man said perfunctorily, not wanting to explain, staring at the man in the mask and said in a deep voice: "Your cultivation is too bad. When the plan kicks off, I'm not sure how sure you are of surviving!"

"Jie Jie, it would be great if you sent a few more batches of Yuandan monks in, as long as I am promoted to the early stage of Jindan, everything will be settled."

The masked man licked his lips and said with a strange smile.

"You think the other three sects' golden elixirs are all idiots?"

With a cold snort, the skinny old man said grimly: "In the past 50 years, tens of thousands of monks have died here. I'm afraid those guys have already seen some clues, but because of the old man's supernatural powers, they dare not ask."

"I failed to cross the tribulation this time, and almost died under the thunder tribulation. Although I managed to suppress the injury with a fifth-grade elixir, I can only exert [-]% of my strength in the future."

"Ji Yuanshe from the Sanjue Palace, Dugu Ke, and Gu Sixian from Lanyuezong, if these late-stage Jindan existences can find out my state, they will definitely not be afraid of me anymore."

"According to your analysis, our situation seems to be very bad."

The masked man narrowed his eyes, and a ray of light burst out from his eyes.

"In recent years, several Jindan sects have been dealing with the monster race, and have no energy to pay attention to the abyss of the Rift Valley for the time being."

"So, you can complete the deployment with your hands and feet. If it is really not possible, I will transfer a group of disciples from the sect to cooperate with you."

As the skinny old man spoke, a ruthless expression suddenly appeared.

"You should have made up your mind a long time ago."

After applauding and laughing, the man in the mask said coldly: "If they can open up mountains and fill seas for your path, they are worthy of death."

"How I decide, I don't allow you to speculate. Finally, I would like to remind you that if you think too much, it is easy to shoot yourself in the foot."

As soon as the words fell, the transformed old man's face was shattered inch by inch, distorted by the white light, and disappeared instantly.

The dark wind and the gray mist rushed in, engulfing the corner where the white light was.

After standing still for a while, the masked man opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of gray mist, which then blurred into the surroundings in a flash.

……

"The heart demon has appeared again. Is it because of too much concentration on taking foreign objects for cultivation?"

On Kutong Tianlian, Chen Ping opened his eyes, and a gloomy look floated up.

In just two years, he once again developed a demon barrier, even if he entered meditation by force, he couldn't last for a few days.

This is a situation he has rarely encountered so far in his cultivation.

"perhaps……"

Frowning, Chen Ping denied his original guess.

After all, he also swallowed a large number of auxiliary treasures in his previous life, and there was no frequent occurrence of mental demons.

The only possibility is the negative impact of his inferior spiritual root talent.

This statement has existed since ancient times, but it has not been unanimously recognized by the cultivation community.

Because there are very few high-level monks with middle and low spiritual roots, and it is reflected in each person's body, and there are different situations.

Facing the stone wall with his hands behind his back, after about half a stick of incense, Chen Ping let out a foul breath.

After some adjustments, he finally opened his eyes.

The heart demon obstacle is not a serious problem, and it can be recovered after one or two months.

With a sweep of his sleeves, Chen Ping took Kutong Tianlian back into the storage ring.

His eyes fell on Guimuhua, and he nodded secretly satisfied.

The fifth-order thing is indeed mysterious and extraordinary.

Guimuhua has been slowly nourishing his soul, making the limit of his consciousness increase by about one hundred feet in two years.

Although it is only fifty feet a year, it is still a considerable increase over time.

The permanent increase in the strength of the soul is self-evident to the temptation of monks.

Of course, the effect of ghost wood flower will not be superimposed endlessly.

Generally, after the expansion of two thousand feet, the flower will completely lose its effect.

Therefore, for at least four or fifty years, Chen Ping is not going to exchange Duye Guimu with anyone.

Taking advantage of his free time, he summarized the items on his body.

The more important things, such as high-grade spirit stones, gray conch shells, high-level puppets, high-level ores, etc., are all placed in a storage ring.

The other two storage rings accumulated a lot of ordinary resources.

In recent years, Chen Ping has unknowingly accumulated 11 yuan of fourth-order ore, not including the three pieces of immeasurable mysterious crystals.

It's a pity, since Jin Zhu showed his miraculous powers to block Yin Xianyi, three full years have passed, but there is still no response.

Without the assistance of Jinzhu, the progress of the practice of the technique slowed down several times.

In particular, the perception of the unity of man and sword is still at an early stage.

Some relief is that the state of sword transformation can last for twenty breaths.

Taken together, Chen Ping's fighting methods are not complicated at all.

Apart from the puppet and a few spells, Qinglian Sixteen Slashing Sword Art, in terms of attack, it mainly uses the Nine Suns Real Fire Comb, the Five Elements Pure Yang Sword, and in terms of defense, there are Arrow Bracelets and the body of Yuan Dan.

These conventional methods are completely capable of competing with ordinary fake alchemy monks.

Moreover, he spent three months refining Yu Zeqiu's talisman.

This treasure is named Immortal Entangling Rope Lock, which is both offensive and defensive, and has a strong binding effect.

But this low-grade psychic tool can only be used as a trump card for the time being.

There is no way, once the fairy is driven to wrap the rope lock and cannot support the three moves, it will drain all of his mana.

So far, Chen Ping's magical powers have completely surpassed his previous life and reached a new height.

"I almost forgot, today seems to be a special day."

Chen Ping was talking to himself, and then he laughed heartily.

The 77 years since the seizure of the soul flew by in a hurry.

The one hundred and eighth birthday came quietly.

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