Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 473 The expressionless Chen Ping (please subscribe)
In this way, the Winged Evil King stayed in this dark green mountain for half a month.

Chen Ping is in charge of using his spiritual sense to lure monsters and hone his spiritual pet's combat skills.

But this place is not far from the Guzhou Plain, and it has been swept back and forth by human monks countless times.

Soon, even in the deep mountains and old forests, there were no traces of high-level monsters.

So far, Chen Ping has three thousand more points.

After doing the math, there was still some time left for the top-level auction, so he went deep into the Heavenly Beast Island, picked up a batch of soft persimmons far away from the lairs of fourth-order monsters, and picked them up.

In the process of constantly changing routes, Chen Ping discovered a terrible fact.

A few months ago, the mountains and river basins that he had wiped out had been re-occupied by groups of monster clans.

This is a very bad omen.

It shows that the number of monsters on Tianshou Island has reached an outrageous level.

The Yuanyan Islands, the Haoyu Sea, and even the Tianyan Continent in the previous life all had the disaster of beast hordes.

The fundamental purpose of the monster clan launching the beast tide is not simply to attack or destroy other races.

As we all know, the fertility of the human race is not low.

But in front of most of the Yaozu, there is a world of difference.

Especially individual groups of monsters, such as rat monsters, insect monsters, and fish monsters, often only need a pair of male and female primarchs with a slightly higher realm, and decades later, they can give birth to overwhelming bloodlines.

Therefore, even though the Heavenly Beast Island is vast and boundless, in history, there have been countless times when it was overwhelmed.

The dense number of monsters is enough to destroy the good cycle of the island's ecology, causing the Heavenly Beast Island to gradually become a dead place.

Therefore, the high-level monster clan will regularly launch beast hordes to reduce the increasing number of monster groups in a planned way, thereby alleviating the pressure on the cultivation environment.

Of course, it would be even better to seize the territory of the human race.

Staring at the herds of monster beasts all over the mountains and plains, Chen Ping knew in his heart that the scale of the next beast swarm would definitely not be a small one.

The meeting of the two cities may seem earth-shattering, but the monsters killed are only a drop in the bucket.

"Anyway, when the sky falls, there is a tall one to support it."

Chen Ping muttered something first, then his face turned bitter, and he felt that it was not suitable for him to say such things now.

Of the entire human race in the Yuanyan Islands, plus the evil cultivator camp and the belonging fourth-order spirit beasts, there are less than thirty people with the strength of the golden core.

He is already one of the top monks.

Not to mention shielding the human race from the wind and rain, at least when the beast hordes come and fight between the clans, his position must be correct.

Otherwise, it would be both ridiculous and sad to be rejected by one's own ethnic group.

……

The wind is sunny and the sun is cloudless.

Over a certain area of ​​the Guzhou Plain, a blue ray of light slowly descended.

After touching the ground with both feet, Chen Ping calmly walked into the human camp.

At this time, there were only ten days left before the last large-scale auction.

The Shuangcheng Pavilion had already issued a notice that the points on the monks had to be redeemed within the past five days.

Chen Ping, who fought on Tianshou Island for several months, has accumulated [-] points.

Converted into middle-grade spirit stones, it is well over one hundred thousand.

That doesn't include more than a dozen late-stage third-order and Dzogchen monsters.

He is not going to exchange the corpses of these high-level monsters for Shuangcheng Pavilion.

There is only one reason, it is not worth it.

Refining it into a puppet will earn far more than converting it into points.

Within a few months, he had acquired a resource of [-] middle-grade spirit stones, an experience that was almost impossible to replicate.

If it weren't for the joint deterrence of the nine Jindan sects in Shuangcheng, even the real Su Han of the Sword Cauldron Sect would not dare to be so presumptuous on Tianshou Island.

……

Near the end of the meeting of the two cities, the monks scattered around the periphery to suppress the monsters basically returned to the station.

This feast of the human race gathered at least [-] to [-]% of the elite forces in the cultivation world of the archipelago.

At a glance, there are thousands of people coming and going, and there is a trend of getting more and more lively as they go forward.

Moreover, the lowest level of cultivation is also the foundation building period.

The abnormal scene attracted Chen Ping's attention.

After looking around for a while, he found that the final gathering place of the crowd was a huge square in front of the Shuangcheng Pavilion.

This square covers an area of ​​thousands of acres, and it can be called a sea of ​​people, with black heads everywhere.

The monks from all directions continued to pour into the square.

Chen Ping can be sure that the last time he came here, it was just an empty space.

The plaza was obviously newly built recently.

Along the four sides of the square, there are stalls filled with people.

There is often a large group of monks in the middle, talking eagerly about something, bustling and bustling.

With a sweep, Chen Ping immediately understood it at a glance.

Ninety percent of the stalls were selling all kinds of monsters.

Among them, the corpses are the main ones, and the living ones account for a small part.

Needless to say, this is a place for everyone to practice disguised trading points.

To be able to trade with great fanfare near the Shuangcheng Pavilion, this kind of behavior obviously has the tacit approval and even support of several major Jindan sects.

……

Chen Ping withdrew his gaze and walked straight to the Shuangcheng Pavilion.

With [-] points, he went up to the third floor with confidence and checked the points list.

With just one glance, Chen Ping's face changed instantly, his lips were bluffed, with a helpless look on his face.

"Sword Dingzong studied Wanqing, [-] points."

A piece of information displayed at the top of the list made his mood sink to the bottom.

Yan Wanqing's personal supernatural power is definitely far behind him.

But when the power of one case is stacked, it is too powerful.

Behind this girl, I don't know how many fellow students are helping her earn points.

Then looking down, Jiandingzong Shangguanxi, who had always been ranked second, has dropped to fourth place.

No.2 and No.3 are occupied by Mu Yuan and Yi Yiyun respectively.

Yi Yiyun is the true heir of the Sanjue Palace, one of the golden elixir seeds of the sect.

The previous master of Zuohua was his great-grandfather.

It can be said that the background is profound, and it is difficult for ordinary people to match.

Another person, Mu Yuan, ranked second only to Yan Wanqing with [-] points. Chen Ping was very surprised at first.

This person is not from the Golden Core Sect, but one of the top ten forces in Fuyou City, the Supreme Elder of the Beast Controlling Sect.

It is said that he is very talented in taming the spirit.

It was rumored that one time, he encountered two third-order monsters fighting on the road, and he stepped forward to comfort him a few words, and then the two monsters calmed down, bowed their heads and voluntarily became his spirit beasts.

Of course, Chen Ping scoffed at such a miraculous affinity for monsters.

Even if the matter is true, it is estimated that Mu Yuan cast a spell, thus affecting the spirituality of the monster.

After thinking about it left and right, Chen Ping didn't think it was strange that Mu Yuanneng had suddenly emerged and squeezed out Shangguan Xi.

The number of monsters raised by the Beastmaster Sect is unknown.

If one resource is poured out, maybe even Yan Wanqing will be willing to bow down.

Mu Yuan was promoted to the peak of Yuan Dan a hundred years ago.

Presumably he also went for the astrological essence this time.

Looking down with complicated eyes, at the end of the list, the No. 20 nun's name is a true biography of Baiqiaomen.

Baiqiaomen, one of the three major Jindan sects in Yanning City, is famous for refining all kinds of strange treasures in the Shuangcheng sea area.

This woman has more than [-] points.

"It's really ruthless!"

Chen Ping let out a sigh, and his original self-confidence disappeared.

Fighting hard with stars and moons, his points are only enough to rank No.19.

However, the 20 people on the list all came from well-known large-scale forces without exception.

I can't see the name of any casual cultivator or lone traveler at all.

"There are still five days until the redemption deadline."

There was a flash of light in Chen Ping's eyes.

There are only a few days left, and it will definitely be too late to go deeper into Tianshou Mountain.

He planned to use the resources on his body to exchange for another batch of monsters.

Points must be at least in the top ten, only then can they hope to compete for the astrological essence.

There is no need to insist on fighting for the forefront.

The top auction will last for half a month, including thousands of rare treasures.

Yan Wanqing's points are as high as 20, and the value is close to [-] middle-grade spirit stones.

It is impossible for her to devote all of it, just to take pictures of the astrological essence.

Because the historical selling price of this object has never exceeded the [-] mark.

Buying it with 20 yuan is simply a problem with the head.

If Yan Wanqing and others were unexpectedly willing to be taken advantage of, Chen Ping had no choice but to give up.

"Chen Daoyou!"

But at this moment, a somewhat familiar voice of greeting suddenly came from behind him.

Chen Ping looked back, and said calmly: "Who am I? It turns out to be Fellow Flower Daoist."

Beside the stairs two feet away from him, stood a tall and thin male cultivator with a square face, who came to him in an instant.

This person is Hua Haoyan, the patriarch of Jifeng Mountain, and a mutant Lei Linggen cultivator of Yuandan Dzogchen realm.

"Congratulations to Chen Daoyou for improving his cultivation!"

Hua Haoyan cupped his hands and said with a smile.

"Chen took a lot of elixir to barely break through, and his foundation is solid compared to fellow Daoist Hua."

Looking at the list for himself, Chen Ping said calmly.

He has no friendship with Hua Haoyan.

Moreover, to be more honest, the two had some small unpleasantnesses.

Back then, at the auction organized by Qing Keju, this person had even competed with him for the Xuan Sen Lei Pan.

"Haha, even though Hua is a Lei Lingen, she is ashamed of fellow daoist's supernatural powers."

Hua Haoyan laughed lightly, and looked at Chen Ping's face calmly.

A few months ago, he received shocking news.

Wu Gaoge's Qihuang Chamber of Commerce was destroyed on the way to Tianshou Island.

A group of more than ten people died inexplicably.

Now there are faint rumors from the outside world, saying that Chen Ping, who has always had a grudge with the Qihuang Chamber of Commerce, did it.

Hua Haoyan didn't quite believe it in his heart.

Wu Gaoge is a dignified fake monk, and his strength is even stronger than him.

No matter how outrageous this Chen Ping was, there would be a tie between the two of them.

Therefore, although he suspected that Chen Ping had something to do with the disappearance of the Qihuang Chamber of Commerce, this person definitely invited a helper.

"Fellow Daoist Hua praised you, you and I are stronger and weaker, and we will find out when we have a good time to fight."

Chen Ping smiled slightly, and said the most ruthless words in the gentlest tone.

"Chen Daoyou is a bit interesting, but it's a pity that Hua Mou never does unnecessary fighting."

Hearing this, Hua Haoyan said with a suppressed smile.

"Fellow Daoist Hua is looking for Chen, it can't be as simple as reminiscing about the past, right?"

Chen Ping raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Hua just ran into Fairy Shen in the stall square, did the Xian couple come to the Heavenly Beast Island together?"

As soon as his eyes moved, Hua Haoyan seemed to be pointing.

After listening, Chen Ping subconsciously glanced towards the square.

He didn't release his consciousness to cover the past.

There are more than one Golden Core cultivators in the Terran resident, and there are many late stage existences, so he had better be careful.

At present, there are huge crowds of monks in the square, but there is no sign of Shen Wanwan with naked eyes.

But with Hua Haoyan's status, there is really no reason to deceive him.

But wasn't Shen Wanwan arranged by Yin Xianyi to sit in Lanyue Pavilion of Fuyou City?

Why did you suddenly come to Heavenly Beast Island?

Chen Ping's heart moved, and he had some guesses.

This woman may have received orders from the sect to investigate Yin Wuji's frame of Chu Ruoqiao.

"The companion next to Fairy Shen seems to be a Shangguan Taoist friend of Jiandingzong. The two chatted and laughed intimately, and Hua did not come forward to bother."

Hua Haoyan smiled strangely, with words in his words.

"Shangguan Xi?"

Chen Ping said without the slightest emotional change.

"Naturally, fellow Daoist Shangguan Xi."

Hua Haoyan nodded, and said in admiration, "Tsk tsk, you are indeed a spiritual monk, one of the strongest half-step golden elixir in the archipelago cultivation world."

"Ranking fourth in terms of points, you and I are far behind!"

"If Fellow Daoist Shangguan captures the Astrology Essence, our human race will have another golden elixir power."

Chen Ping glanced at him strangely, and said abruptly, "How many points have you accumulated, Fellow Daoist Flower?"

"It's only a few thousand."

Hua Haoyan didn't react for a while, and he was stunned for a while before replying.

"According to Chen's understanding, Fellow Daoist Hua's lifespan is not very long, if you have time, why not kill a few more monsters to earn some resources to attack the Golden Core Realm, why bother to gossip about the trivial matters between Chen and Jiannei here. "

A teasing sound transmission sounded, and in the blink of an eye, Chen Ping's figure had disappeared from the stairs.

"Arrogant!"

When Hua Haoyan heard this, his seven orifices were filled with anger.

Given his age and the power he possesses, he has always regarded Chen Ping as a rising star.

I reminded him aloud, but was actually squeezed out by this person's few words.

It is true that he had no good intentions.

The Supreme Elder of a small family, how can He De stay with the true biography of Lanyue?
Besides, any normal male cultivator has somewhat different ideas about Shen Wanwan.

Hearing the news that the two became Taoist couples, his heart was sour for several days.

"Shangguan Xi is robbing you for a woman, I want to see if you dare not speak out!"

Leaning to the window and watching Chen Ping walking towards the square, Hua Haoyan immediately burst into laughter.

……

Under the setting sun, the ground of the square glistens like pure gold printing and dyeing.

Chen Ping looked around for a while, then headed towards the nearest booth.

The stall owner is a chubby foundation-building Dzogchen monk.

Without saying any nonsense, Chen Ping pointed to the corpses of a few second-order monster beasts on the ground, and said straight to the point: "I want it together, how many spirit stones."

"Senior, wait a moment."

Sensing the unfathomable cultivation of the incoming person, the fat monk got up with a grunt, counted the time for two breaths, and then said respectfully: "One thousand and 250, if you take all of it, senior, the fifty cents will not be counted. "

Chen Ping's heart moved, and the number reported by the fat monk was obviously a middle-grade spirit stone.

This price is normal, only about [-]% higher than usual.

"Should I accept the low-grade spirit stone?"

Chen Ping said flatly.

"Sorry, this junior only accepts mid-tier."

After rubbing his fat nose vigorously, the fat monk politely declined.

"Bullshit!"

Chen Ping's face was as heavy as water, and he said in a solemn voice: "With your cultivation level, I have always used low-grade spirit stones. Your score is too inappropriate for your status!"

"Oops, I met a senior who bullied others."

The fat monk thumped hard in his heart, but he didn't dare to reply, so he could only say embarrassingly: "Senior, you paid with low-grade spirit stones, and the fraction can't be wiped away."

"Two prices for the same thing?"

Chen Ping directly ignored the exchange price difference between low-grade and medium-grade, and said slightly dissatisfied.

"Senior, calm down!"

Seeing the aura of the green-robed monk rising steadily, the fat monk was horrified, and hurriedly said: "The low-rank is the low-rank, the senior has the final say, and the deal is 12!"

"Well, you are not bad, little friend. You have gained a little popularity with me."

Chen Ping boasted condescendingly, and a storage bag filled with spirit stones shot out from his sleeve robe.

Hearing this, the fat monk's eyes lit up, and he was about to ingratiate himself deeply, but he was disappointed to find that the figure of the senior had already blended into the crowd, and he was nowhere to be found.

For the next half day, Chen Ping kept going between the stalls.

When encountering a stall owner below the Yuandan mid-stage realm, he exerted a little coercion and bargained fiercely.

It's not that he bullies the weak, it's that he needs too many monster corpses.

There is no doubt that resources are precious, and it is a little bit to save a little bit.

"There are still ten third-level monsters left, and I have collected [-] points."

After hiding in a corner and checking secretly for a while, Chen Ping showed a comfortable smile.

……

Then, he moved to the center of the square.

In the most spacious area, there are only twenty or thirty huge booths, each of which is nearly a hundred feet wide.

The small stalls nearby are intentionally far away.

After all, the owners of those big stalls are basically at the peak of Yuan Dan, and there are even one or two fake Dan monks.

Ordinary people can easily provoke.

The treasures on these huge booths are full of beautiful things, such as third-order demon corpses, thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, foundation-building pills, and true glow secret springs.

The first big booth at the entrance was surrounded by monks, almost blocking the road.

Through the cracks of people, Chen Ping suddenly saw a very familiar figure from the back, graceful and graceful.

He unceremoniously released his consciousness to sweep across a small area.

Sure enough, the owner of this slender figure was none other than his titular Taoist companion, Shen Wanwan.

However, she is not alone at the moment.

Half a body away, there stood a handsome male cultivator in silver clothes.

The lips are pink, the face is like a crown of jade, and the golden light between the eyebrows is eye-catching. It is probably caused by practicing special secret techniques.

With a distance of hundreds of feet, Chen Ping looked at a man and a woman in the crowd coldly, his face expressionless.

(End of this chapter)