Plop!" There was a loud bang, the smoke dissipated, and everyone opened their mouths steeply, but they saw that Mu Ping's hand was stuck on Zang Shui's neck, and his white clothes were fluttering, like a god, immaculate, awe-inspiring and inviolable. On the other hand, Zang Shui is not so free and easy, his eyes are nunnery, his tongue sticks out an inch, his face is red, and his body is sealed by acupoints.

"Misunderstanding, Your Highness Mu Ping, all this is a misunderstanding, is Elder Zang joking with you?"

Leng Feng moved his hands together and kept waving his hands.

"Hmph, if His Highness finds out that there will be a next time, he will not be spared!"

Mu Ping waved his hand and slapped Zang Shui's chest, and the latter immediately howled like a pig, he had no doubt that this ugly monster in front of him really had the ability to kill him, because he felt a cold killing intent in Mu Ping's eyes in a flash.

That killing intent made him shudder, and he couldn't help but tremble, as if he was being targeted by a powerful Yin Cold Demon Beast.

Mu Ping injected a trace of stellar fire into Zang Shui's body, if there was no monk above the god to make a move, it would not take half a year, this guy who relied on pills and other people's perceptions to improve to the god would inevitably die.

"How is it, my lords, have you ever passed the assessment of the Eight Rank Instrument Venerable of Your Highness?"

Mu Ping shook his hand and threw Zang Shui aside like a dead dog, jokingly speaking.

There were already two weapon kings who reached out to support him, and whispered the news that Mu Ping's flying sword was an eight-grade.

"This ......"

Leng Feng and the three weapon kings had constipated expressions on their faces.

Leng Feng clenched his fists and said apologetically: "His Royal Highness Mu Ping, to be honest, we didn't grant you the power of the Instrument Venerable, and this time, I only brought the Five-Rank Instrument Master Token and the Instrument Robe with the highest, you can see ......"

Leng Feng looked embarrassed and said, "However, we must inform the alliance leader of this matter and ask him to decide." ”

"That's it," Mu Ping was speechless for a while, "It's been a long time, these guys who are coaxed by Niu B, they only have this little power, I knew it was like this, why bother with such a big deal?"

"Okay. ”

After pondering for a while, he no longer dwelled on this matter, the instrument master, the instrument king, and the instrument venerable are just a title, whether they are recognized or not, and it will not help him improve his refining level.

"Elder Zang, what do you say?"

Leng Feng twisted his face towards Zang Shui.

Zang Shuiyin took out the five-grade artifact master token with a gloomy face, hastily engraved Mu Ping's name, and threw it to the ground along with a blue artifact robe embroidered with five flying swords, staring fiercely at the seven-grade real weapon that his master gave him-the soul locking bowl, without saying a word, twisting and walking.

The remaining three weapon kings hurried to follow.

"Your Highness be careful, farewell!"

Leng Feng roughly clenched his fists and left.

"Elder Leng walks slowly!"

Mu Ping turned around and grabbed the soul lock bowl in his hand, and as soon as his spiritual power moved, he erased the brand of Zang Shui on it and branded his own.

"Poof!"

Zang Shui, who was flying with righteous qi, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which was the result of the brand being forcefully erased and reversed.

"The little rabbit cub surnamed Mou, ugly and weird, you wait for the uncle, this revenge is not a gentleman, sooner or later, one day, you will cramp and peel the skin to light the sky lantern, and you will not burn your soul for 9981 days, and you will not be a man!"

He gritted his teeth and struck in his heart.

Mu Ping didn't know that he had been remembered, and even if he knew, he wouldn't take it to heart, a subordinate who had already been defeated by his own secret means, and if he could capture him for the first time, he would be able to capture him for the second time.

"Congratulations to the master for winning the honor of the Five Grade Instrument Master!"

"Congratulations, Your Highness!"

Feihu and Tong Tianhe led everyone into the hall, Feihu saw the appraiser's robe on the ground at a glance, hurriedly reached out to pick it up, patted off the dust on it, and respectfully handed it to Mu Ping together with the identity card of the five-grade appraiser.

Mu Ping casually received the ring.

The three conditions of the Fifth Rank Dan Master, the Five Rank Instrument Master, and the Eight Layers of Xuandan have all been completed within three years, so let's see what spells the old witch has?

Mu Ping was not interested in Gong Dou, what he was interested in was that within the fifty-year period, where could he find the talisman seal that shielded the Heavenly Dao, so that he could return to Earth smoothly.

Of course, in this process, the higher the cultivation is improved, the better, and it is best to be able to improve to the Immortal Emperor.

But he knew that this was simply impossible, a monk from the fifth layer of the Yuan Ying to the Immortal Emperor, but also through the three realms of the gods, the tripod, and the immortal venerable, which realm would take hundreds of years even for the demons. Among them, it is the most difficult to transform into a god, because a monk who transforms into a god wants to comprehend the way of heaven, and only by condensing the primordial infant in the body into a substantial human form can he be considered a successful god, and some monks stay in the primordial infant for a lifetime, which is because they can't feel the way of heaven.

Although he had decomposed the Heavenly Dao Insect King in the Sunrise Continent, had close contact with the Heavenly Dao, and had also felt the Great Dao of Cause and Effect a little, how difficult was it to turn cause and effect into his own thing?

Shaking his head and abandoning his unrealistic ideas, Mu Ping was clear for a while, and the top priority was to consolidate the defense of Beiyouzhou, especially Beiyoucheng, to resist the sudden invasion of the demons.

All of this requires a strong team, although the newly acquired servant of the Flying Tiger is a late cultivation of the ninth layer of the Yuan Infant, but a person is covered in iron, and can he grind a few nails?

"Feihu, have you ever chosen the henchmen that the master asked you to choose?"

Mu Ping dismissed a group of civil and military generals, led the flying tiger into the inner hall alone, and spoke eagerly.

"Back to the master, the 10,000 Xuandan Nine-Layer Peak Consummation Soldiers have been selected, just wait for the master's instructions. ”

"Okay, you take them to the North Heavenly Stream to assemble first, and the master will arrive later. ”

"Yes. ”

Mu Ping had checked the map, and the North Youtian Stream was located in a remote area, one of the few Jedi in the North Youzhou, inaccessible, where he would create a feat, a feat that the world could not imagine.

The North Youtian Stream is as desolate and lonely as ever, the loess is bare everywhere, the rocks are black, and there is no one to live in at a glance.

Gusts of yellow wind whipped up sand and dust, whistling past, and where it passed, dozens of feet of high sand smoke appeared. A few sea buckthorn grasses swayed alone in the wind, as if they would be annihilated in the hello and rolling sand at any moment.

"General, why are we here?"

"Yes, this is a barren land, the environment is too harsh, what can we do here?"

The joy of the Xuandan monks being chosen at the beginning disappeared with the change of the environment, and some of them were just endless doubts.

"Don't be impatient, Your Highness asked everyone to come here, there must be a reason for his old man, and his old man will explain it to you in person after a while!"

Feihu stared at the leopard's eyes, waving his hands continuously, to be honest, he didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Mu Ping's gourd.