"Roar!"

The eye-catching white tiger glared at all fours, flew a long distance, and immediately caught up with the hunter who fell last and carried the child on his back. Grabbing

Then, the tiger claws as thick as a knife board slapped at the black-faced child.

"Daddy!"

The smell of fishy smell swept in with the strong wind, and the black-faced child trembled and shouted in panic.

"Brute, you dare!"

The wide-eared hunter glared angrily and protected his son behind him.

Apparently intending to use his own life to block this lethal claw!

"Old Sun!"

"Brother Sun!" 巘戅 LOLM 戅

Before the group of hunters could shake their senses from the shock brought to them by Chen Ping, they saw the black-faced child father and son in danger, stopped their bodies one by one, and rushed to the rescue with steel forks.

However, only to hear the sound of "sigh", a faint and faint beam of light came out of nowhere, like lightning through the head of the eye-catching white tiger.

"Whew!"

The big insect let out a heart-rending wail, which was fierce and rampant a moment ago, and smashed directly from the air, and there was no movement in an instant.

Everyone was dumbfounded, this is a big insect that has become a demon!

Physically strong as iron, their specially made crossbows left only a white mark on the tiger's back, let alone the hardest skull.

But he was hit through the head by a mysterious thing.

Looking at it again, the dark green beam of light actually floated into the hands of the monk in green clothes.

"Immortal...... Immortal Master! ”

Everyone was terrified and knelt on the ground.

"Xiaotong, get down on your knees."

The hunter surnamed Sun pulled the corner of his son's clothes and scolded in a low voice.

"Immortals."

The black-faced boy bowed down obediently, and a pair of small black eyes stared at the Evil Shadow Needle, blazing brightly.

Although Hengshan Island is a remote place, there are immortal masters who come here every ten years to recruit disciples, so except for Sun Tong, who is dissatisfied with kindergarten, everyone else has seen immortal masters.

Chen Ping glanced at everyone with an indifferent expression, didn't say a word, and then the fire wheel under his feet suddenly appeared, and the figure disappeared in a snap of his fingers.

"It was the Immortal Master who saved us!"

The older hunter's hands and feet trembled, and he couldn't help himself.

"Is this the power that only immortals can control?"

Xiao Sun Tong's eyes were burning, and he was the first to stand up and bow deeply in the direction where Chen Ping had left.

"Let's divide this tiger demon!"

The old hunter pointed to the ground and said happily.

The corpse of a white tiger that is about to become a demon, even if more than a dozen families are divided equally, it is enough to build a small courtyard for each of them.

……

A month later.

A twenty-foot golden spirit boat was driving on the sea, cleaving the waves.

There are five floors above and below the spirit boat, and from a distance, it looks like a giant whale.

On the side wall of the ship, more than a dozen cannon barrels stood tall and shining.

More than 100 flags are planted in the hull, dancing in the wind, embroidered with the word "Wang".

This is the large spirit boat of the Wang family.

The barrel of the cannon can emit an attack magic power similar to that of the Qiankun Pillar.

In a head-on confrontation, ordinary foundation building monks must avoid its edge.

It can be said that this large spirit boat already has a trace of the shadow of a spirit ship.

The fourth floor, box 137.

Several curtains hang down in front of the door, and the crystal ornaments dotted in between, transparent and crystalline, full of luxury.

The gilded beast-patterned copper furnace next to it is lit with a faint green smoke, which makes people feel refreshed when they smell it.

This is an incense made of first-order spiritual wood, Ming Xuan wood.

It can calm the mind and nourish the soul, which helps the monk to enter the cultivation state faster.

Just this short section of three inches will cost almost thirty spirit stones.

The first Ming Xuan incense was given by the Wang family, and if you want to use it after it is burned out, you can only buy it with your own money.

"I'll be able to arrive at Jinrui Island tomorrow."

Chen Ping sat in front of the window, admiring the surging waves and the endless sea view.

This place already belongs to the deep sea of the Yuanyan Islands.

It is more than 16,000 miles away from Haichang Island.

After leaving Hengshan Island, he went all the way south and finally arrived at Wangjia Island half a month ago.

There are dozens of large and small forces in the surrounding area, and only two islands have the ability to open up long-distance routes.

One is Haichang Island, and the other is this Wangjia Island.

Chen Ping had disobeyed Chen Xingchao before, and of course it was impossible for him to throw himself into the net and return to Haichang Island to take a boat.

Therefore, I can only settle for the next best thing and take a detour to Wangjia Island to take a large spirit boat.

Due to the long distance, there is only one trip every other month.

Chen Ping waited for a while at the Monk's Inn on Wangjia Island.

Ten days ago, he actually got on this spirit boat to Jinrui Island.

It made several stops on several islands along the way, otherwise, at the speed of a large spirit boat, it should have arrived at Jinrui Island long ago.

Rao is so, and the cost of this trip is also extremely expensive.

The ordinary cabin ticket price is fifty spirit stones, and the box ticket is as high as three hundred spirit stones, and only the more generous Qi cultivators are willing to buy them.

Because it is a deep-sea route, monsters are frequently infested, and they will be escorted by a foundation building monk every time.

The Wang family is a subsidiary force of the Jin family, and there are four existing foundation building monks.

Sitting on this route is the second elder of the Wang family, Wang Fenglian in the middle of the foundation building.

This man is a master of the sword.

On the way, several waves of demon beasts came to attack, and they were all killed by him.

The most dangerous one on the road was when two mid-second-order black hurricane crocodiles attacked the spirit boat.

Wang Fenglian was defeated alone, and shouted "Qin Daoyou", and then saw a handsome man in white flying out of a box on the top floor, and forced the black hurricane crocodile back in a few rounds.

At that time, as soon as the man in white appeared, most of the monks recognized him at a glance.

One by one, they spontaneously bowed their heads, revealing a respectful color.

There are some low-level female cultivators who even have stars in their eyes, eager to make a promise to each other.

Qin Dong, the owner of "Blue Devil Island", is a well-known master of loose cultivation, and he is a cultivator in the later stage of foundation building.

He occupied the second-level island of Blue Devil Island alone, and even the Wang family had to sell some of his face.

After driving away the black hurricane crocodile, Qin Dong disappeared in a flash and never showed up again.

The rest of the journey was uneventful and did not encounter too many twists and turns.

……

A day later.

"Jinrui Island has arrived, please leave as soon as possible."

Wang Fenglian's slightly old voice suddenly resounded through the Lingzhou.

Although he is called a "Taoist friend", it has a hint of unquestionable command.

However, just a few fingers ago, Chen Ping vaguely sensed a divine consciousness that was seeping into Qin Dong's box.

Presumably, Wang Fenglian sent a separate message to inform Qin Dong.

But there is nothing wrong with that.

The gap between the great realms is here.

Wang Feng is a master of foundation building, and those who can be respected by him will only be monks who are stronger than him.

Chen Ping followed the crowd and got off the spirit boat.

The ferry port here is several times larger than that of Zhihai Changcheng.

In the shallow sea near the shore, there are at least dozens of boats racing across the river.

In the distance, a five-colored lighthouse hundreds of feet high stands majestically.

Monks came one after another.

As far as the eye can see, a scene of prosperity and prosperity.

The Jin family has been operating in Jinrui Island for thousands of years, and the Chen family cannot compare with the scale and heritage.