Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 462 The Teachings of the Golden Core Cultivator
"Jiuyan Island Zhu family, Zhu Huiwen?"

The red shirt monk raised his eyelids and said as if confirming the information.

"If it's a fake replacement."

Fatty Zhuji quickly replied in the affirmative.

The red-shirted monk nodded lightly, wrote a line of words with the stylus, and printed it into the blue bead.

"Thank you Senior Xu."

Happily taking back the token, Chubby Zhuji backed out with a smile on his face.

The red-shirted monk calmly threw out a storage ring, and after a flash of inspiration, he collected all the corpses of monsters in the pit.

From the time when the fat man built the foundation and handed in the corpse of the monster until he left, the whole process took less than ten breaths, which shows the high efficiency of the immortal cultivator.

Chen Ping, who was watching from outside the hall, touched his chin with a thoughtful expression.

Shuangcheng Pavilion took great pains to protect the points system.

Not only do you need to use a Lingbao to change the number in the token, but you also have to record the details of each transaction synchronously to prevent the possibility of cheating and exploiting loopholes.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Ping, please come in."

Not long after, the monk in red yelled at the door, his tone a little more enthusiastic than before.

"It's better to be famous than to meet each other. Fellow Daoist Xu has solid and strong spiritual power, far surpassing that of Chen. It must be only a matter of time before he breaks through the bottleneck of the golden elixir!"

Walking into the main hall, Chen Ping clasped his fists with a smile, and praised straight to the point.

Not that he pretended to be flattering.

The identity of the red shirt monk in front of him is really not simple.

Xu Fanji, the true disciple of the previous generation of Sword Dingzong, has the talent of the wood spirit root.

It is hailed as one of the most promising seeds of cultivation by the major forces in the archipelago to become Jindan Daoist.

Xu Fanji's own supernatural powers are also extremely powerful, and he once had a record of a draw with a cultivator of the Heavenly Demon and False Pill.

And the high-level monks of Jiandingzong are enough to make Chen Ping vigilant.

The only skill of the soul in the Yuanyan Islands is owned by the Sword Dingzong.

Although the level of the spirit-seeking technique is only the lower level of the mysterious level, it still makes ordinary monks dread it.

As the true heir of this sect, Xu Fanji must be qualified to be granted the inheritance of seeking divine arts.

Chen Ping deduced that Xu Fanji, who was in Yuan Dan's Dzogchen realm, might have surpassed the limit of [-] zhang in his spiritual consciousness.

The place where the quality of Taiyiyan's divine technique crushes that of seeking divine technique lies in the increase in the next few layers and the accompanying supernatural powers of heaven.

In the initial stage of the two exercises, the gap is not as exaggerated as imagined.

"Chen Daoyou's name is also like thunder."

Xu Fan smiled slightly, and said in a soft voice.

Since practicing Taoism, he has heard too many similar compliments, and he has long been immune to them.

And he only heard about Chen Ping a little bit, it seems that he killed several little-known Yuan Dans, and his prestige in Fuyou City is not small.

However, Xu Fanji was quite dismissive in his heart.

After all, Jiandingzong has been the leader of the human power for thousands of years.

Randomly pick a true biography, this person is probably willing to bow down.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, Mr. Chen intends to receive a points token."

Chen Ping clasped his hands and explained his purpose.

This person is the temporary Pavilion Master of Shuangcheng Pavilion.

The other eight Jindan sects also dispatched a core disciple to sit in the pavilion to check and balance Xu Fanji and at the same time supervise each other.

Because points can be exchanged for various resources, the benefits involved are too terrifying.

"Fellow Daoists came to participate after more than half of the meeting of the two cities, so we have to work harder."

After a short pause, Xu Fanji said calmly, "Please Daoist Chen, please provide me with a drop of blood."

Hearing this, Chen Ping swiped his finger across his palm, and a drop of sticky blood flew out.

"Fellow Daoist is worthy of cultivating the body at the same time. The power contained in this blood essence is not comparable to that of me and other Dharma practitioners."

Waving to summon Chen Ping's essence, Xu Fanji said with a trace of envy.

"Fellow Daoist Xu is overrated."

Chen Ping let out a haha ​​and fell silent.

Rumor has it that for the body-refining cultivator, a single drop of blood can ignite the golden core.

Such supernatural powers are qualified to make people yearn for.

Then, Xu Fanji slowly took out a token that was the same as that in the chubby Jianji's hand before, moved his lips up and down, and after chanting an obscure incantation, he forced the blood essence into the token completely. among.

During this period, Chen Ping kept staring at Xu Fanji's movements.

Essence blood is of great importance, and there are often monks with ulterior motives who use it to track the owner of the essence blood, or use it as a medium to perform weird magic and secret arts.

"How do you record the origins of fellow daoists? The Chen family on Haichang Island?"

Xu Fanji turned a blind eye to Chen Ping's supervision and said calmly.

"good."

Pursing his lips, Chen Ping nodded slightly.

Xu Fanji didn't talk nonsense, he quickly carved a row of exquisite small characters inside the token, and then threw it over.

Chen Ping took the token and looked at it for a while, but it was empty inside.

"If fellow daoists are fighting for the astrological essence, don't bother to go to the third floor to have a look."

Xu Fan said pointedly.

"Farewell."

Afterwards, Chen Ping left the hall, thinking of Xu Fanji's words, he simply went up the stairs to the third floor.

……

After a while.

Chen Ping stood in the middle of an empty hall, in front of him was a five-color light curtain with a radius of three feet.

"Sword Dingzong studied Wanqing, 530 points."

"Jiandingzong Shangguan Seal, [-] points."

"Three Unique Palace Yi Yiyun, [-] points."

"Phantom Gate..."

After reading the information on the light curtain one by one, Chen Ping's face turned blue.

Now he finally understood what Xu Fanji wanted him to come to the third floor, so he was clearly trying to persuade him to leave!

The content automatically displayed on the light curtain is actually the top [-] cultivators who are currently ranked in terms of points.

Not surprisingly, the top ten are all dominated by the disciples of the four major Jindan sects in Inner Sea.

Especially Yan Wanqing, who ranked first, surpassed No.21000 points by more than [-] points.

Five thousand 530!

How outrageous this number is naturally needless to mention.

You know, a third-order Dzogchen monster is only worth [-] points.

This made Chen Ping suspect that the people on the list must have more or less borrowed the power of the sect.

However, excluding other factors, the 20 people on the list are all famous Yuan Dan cultivators.

For example, Yan Wanqing, who was at the top of the list, was once the first true biography of the Sword Dingzong.

During Chen Ping's foundation period, he saw some information about this woman in the rolling information of Lanyue Pavilion.

"Seventy-five years ago, Jian Dingzong Yan Wanqing failed to attack Jindan, and announced that he had retreated to restore the Dao Foundation, and his trace did not appear."

Now, more than a hundred years have passed, and with her aptitude and status, she has not yet condensed the golden core. Chen Ping can't help but sigh from the bottom of her heart, the way is difficult.

Obviously, Yan Wanqing also came here for the essence of astrology.

Including the 19 people on the list, they are all contenders for the drop of astrological essence in the large auction.

Chen Ping weighed it and felt that it was extremely difficult for him to succeed.

There are quite a few corpses of monsters on him, but he intends to redeem them all at once before the end of the counting points.

Especially after knowing the existence of the scoreboard, Chen Ping even extinguished the idea of ​​batch exchange.

This list is too conspicuous.

It is equivalent to a ranking of Yuan Dan's combat power for half of the cultivation world of Yuanyan Islands.

Chen Ping did not want to show such limelight from the bottom of his heart.

"Which fellow daoist devised a ghostly idea."

After taking a long breath, Chen Ping muttered complainingly.

"Isn't this motivating you to kill monsters?"

The moment Chen Ping finished speaking, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Who can approach me quietly?"

With a chill in his heart, Chen Ping immediately turned his head to look.

Not far away, stood a middle-aged male cultivator in his 40s, wearing a crescent-colored long gown.

With a square jaw, clear eyes, and slanted eyebrows, the whole face looks extremely handsome, but the temperament of the whole person gives him a sense of balance and stability.

The place where the other party was was like transparent air, and the spiritual consciousness easily passed through him, but no spiritual power fluctuations were found.

This shows that the opponent either used some rare treasures or secret techniques to cover up his cultivation, or his realm was too high.

And from the tone of the man's words just now, he is more inclined to the latter.

This person is probably a monk in the middle or even late stage of Golden Core!

Chen Ping became vigilant, and said with a regretful expression: "Young boy, senior, don't take it to heart."

At the same time, he secretly felt that he was unlucky. Could the point system of the meeting of two cities be the idea of ​​the person in front of him?
"This list has nothing to do with the old man."

When Chen Ping was thinking about countermeasures, the man said something coldly, and then said leisurely: "Seeing that you have already cultivated to Yuandan Dzogchen at a young age, it is really rare."

"He really didn't deny the title of senior!"

Chen Ping swallowed, and his mouth felt bitter for a while.

Could it be that this person is really a local golden core who can't be hidden in the world, or a strong man who broke in from the sea?
Chen Ping's heart was slightly cold, but there was not much panic on his face.

As his cultivation improved and the secret techniques he mastered became stronger and stronger, he was no longer so afraid of Jindan monks as before.

"The younger generation is lucky enough to have cultivated to this level, so I don't know the senior's name?"

Chen Ping let out a breath and asked calmly.

"There's nothing to mention the old man's name, and you won't even know it."

The man stared at Chen Ping for a few breaths, and said expressionlessly: "Since ancient times, monsters and monsters are not compatible. Since your cultivation is not bad, you should kill a few more third-level monsters to relieve the pressure of the beast tide for the human race. "

"What the seniors have taught is."

Chen Ping didn't dare to refute, and said with a low eyebrow.

When he raised his head again, the figure of the long-clothed man twisted and disappeared from the spot.

Being reprimanded for no reason, Chen Ping was naturally not in a good mood.

But he just couldn't show it.

Just before the man disappeared, even though he had made a prediction earlier, he didn't catch a trace of it.

This confirmed his previous guess that this person is most likely to be in the mid-to-late stage of Golden Core!

"Senior seems to hate the monster race?"

Chen Ping thought for a while, then left the Shuangcheng Pavilion without making a sound.

(End of this chapter)