A few days later.

The canopy of heaven is deep, like a thick grinding inkstone.

On the sea, a small spirit boat is sailing steadily with the hazy night.

Chen Ping was dressed in green clothes and stood on the bow of the boat.

The monk has a divine sense to rely on, and travels day and night.

Half a day ago, Xue Yun brought him an exact message.

Headed by Great Elder Chen Xiangwen, a group of six people who built the foundation, plus more than a dozen monks who practiced Qi at the ninth level, had already taken the family's large spirit boat to attack Fujishan Island.

And Xue Changkong was also among them.

Chen Ping waited patiently for several hours, and estimated that after the family arrived on Fujishan Island, they immediately set off from a remote coast on Haichang Island.

The target of this trip is Shiraba Island.

He used the Yi Bone Technique to simply change his appearance.

Due to the gradual spread of the wanted warrants issued by the Meng family, the True Illusion Mask could only be shelved for the time being.

The sea breeze is salty and the waves are noisy.

Baiye Island and Haichang Island are only a few hundred miles apart.

After sailing for more than an hour, I saw a vague outline of an island.

Crushing a purification talisman, Chen Ping quietly sneaked into the island.

This talisman was given by Xue Wen when he bought the spirit boat, but now it has been paved with a Huangquan road for him to bury his bones and hide his remains.

It's kind of ironic.

Tianbao Pavilion, golden splendor, a few wisps of colorful smoke and rain sprinkled down, beautiful.

Chen Ping stood in front of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, looking at this smoky vision, but his expression was solemn.

The Xue family is really cautious.

Xue Changkong, the great master of Dingding, had just left, and the defensive formation was opened here.

He remembered that the last time he came to White Leaf Island, Tianbao Pavilion was not so vigilant.

Chen Pingsen smiled faintly, and the first-level formation also wanted to stop him?

At this time, the maid hidden inside the formation noticed him, walked out of the formation with a gentle step, and said gently: "Welcome to the Immortal Master, what do you need?" ”

"On the orders of the family, I want to buy a spirit boat."

Chen Ping put up the shelf and said unhappily: "What, Tianbao Pavilion is not open today?" ”

"Immortal Master is laughing, this pavilion is running normally!"

The maid covered her mouth and smiled, and said, "My lord, please wait a moment, let the concubine report it." ”

After waiting for dozens of breaths, a passage suddenly opened on the shield of the outside formation.

Chen Pingyi was bold, waved his sleeves, and then walked in with his head held high.

In the passage, several red-eyed demon rats surrounded him.

When he saw that it was a spirit mouse, he let his guard down.

The spirit mouse, a first-order demon beast, has extremely weak attack methods, and monks at the first level of Qi cultivation can easily resist it.

Breaking through the camouflage and discerning the true realm of the monk is the only specialty of this rat.

The long pointed nose swayed, and several spirit mice sniffed on Chen Ping's body for a long time before they scattered.

"Hey, hey!"

Chen Ping sneered in his heart.

The crape myrtle breathing technique he practiced was of such high grade that it was not at all something that the spirit discerning mouse could penetrate.

"Listen to what people say, Daoist friends want to buy a spirit boat?"

After a while, a monk dressed as a rich man approached quickly, arched his hand to Chen Ping, and said with a smile.

Chen Ping was sure in his heart, it was really Xue Wen, an old guy!

"Are you the treasurer of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion?"

Chen Ping did not answer the rhetorical question.

"Exactly, under the surname Xue, the name Wen. I don't know which family you are a young talent from? ”

Xue Wen still said happily.

He is a businessman, even if the attitude of this kid in front of him is a little presumptuous, he does not show a trace of disgust.

"Changbai Island, Ye Mofan."

Chen Ping replied proudly, and said: "Ye came here to purchase a spirit boat for the family that can take twenty or thirty people. ”

Changbai Island, the Ye family?

Xue Wen secretly sneered.

He had heard a little about Changbai Island, but what kind of thing was this Ye family, I was afraid that it was just a small family that did not enter the stream.

Otherwise, they would not have sent a fifth-level Qi cultivator to purchase such a strategic resource.

"Look up for a long time, look up for a long time."

Xue Wen hugged his fists hypocritically, spread out his hand, and said, "Ye Daoyou, please come with me, the spirit boat is displayed in the inner hall." ”

Following Xue Wen a few steps away, Chen Ping quietly spread his divine sense, probing the defensive power of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion as he walked.

After blinking an eye, he quietly withdrew his senses, but his mood had become a little gloomy.

It's tricky.

In this inner hall, there are enough eight monks who are waiting for battle!

Among them, three are practicing qi at the ninth level, and five are practicing qi at the eighth level.

And that's just what he could perceive.

I don't know how many masters are hidden outside the scope of divine consciousness.

Something is wrong, something is very wrong!

The monks who were hidden in the shadows were all vigilant, and their eyes were all on Xue Wen.

It's protecting him!

Chen Ping thought about it for a while, and immediately understood why.

The Meng family issued a wanted warrant, and Xue Wen should have gotten the news and recognized him through the portrait.

In fact, Chen Ping guessed that it was not far from ten.

At the beginning, Xue Wen was motivated by wealth and instructed three henchmen to hunt down and kill Chen Ping.

But he waited left and right, but he didn't wait for the three Xue Jiu brothers to come back and return to life.

It wasn't until more than a month ago that his father, Xue Changkong, told him that a kid named Lu Yu had turned Fujishan Island upside down, and had also killed several masters at the peak of Qi cultivation.

and showed him the wanted warrant jointly issued by the Meng family and the Yu family.

This shocked Xue Wen so much that he almost collapsed on the spot.

This mysterious monk with magical powers far surpassed that of the same level, and it was clearly the person he wanted to kill!

No wonder Xue Jiu and the three of them have not been heard from, it seems that they have been killed in Huangquan for a long time.

After the six gods had no owner, Xue Wen was like a dumb man eating coptis, and he never dared to tell his father and the plate.

Although Xue Changkong valued him the most now, once he knew that he had caused such a big trouble, he would inevitably take off the hat of the shopkeeper of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion on his head.

It is not impossible to even sentence him to 10 or 20 years of confinement.

Because his own brothers and sisters are too much, and he is a lot less.

Originally, his father was sitting on the island, and although he was uneasy, he was not too afraid.

Now that the Chen family ordered Xue Changkong to be transferred, he was so frightened that he had to spend two thousand spirit stones and urgently recruit a few masters to settle in Tianbao Pavilion.

Three ninth-level Qi cultivators, five eighth-level Qi cultivators, and counting the original family elders at the peak of Qi cultivation in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, such a lineup should not be taken lightly even by ordinary foundation building cultivators!

Moreover, there was a group of spirit discerning rats raised in the Great Array Passage, and any cultivator who practiced Qi above the seventh level, Xue Wen would definitely not meet him personally.

Hiding in this layer of protected turtle shell, his hanging heart finally settled down a little.

"Ye Daoyou, you can take a look at this spirit boat."

"The texture is hard, it can sail nine hundred miles with one charge, and the core of the formation recovers extremely quickly, and the price is only 1,400 spirit stones."

In the inner hall, Xue Wen patted his stomach and said diligently.

Chen Ping was weighing whether to overturn the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, and said perfunctorily: "Shopkeeper Xue, is there anything of better quality, Ye has no shortage of spirit stones." ”

"Daoist friends are prepared!"

Xue Wen snorted and secretly disdainful.

Just as he turned around, a huge divine consciousness rushed in, locking on his body.

Xue Wen only felt that he was stuck in a puddle of mud, and his thoughts became weaker and weaker.

"Boom!"

His face was in severe pain, and his eyes went black and he fell unconscious.

Chen Ping snorted coldly, trampled Xue Wen under his feet, and shouted: "If you don't want him to die, get out of here!" ”

"Stop!"

In just a few moments, figures appeared one after another, surrounding Chen Ping without leaving a gap.