"Fang Xiaoyou will sleep again, and I will have something to explain later."

After Chen Ping made a plan in his heart, Chong Fang Jianpeng said.

"The younger generation listens to it."

A trace of bitterness flashed in Fang Jianpeng's eyes, and he lay down.

Seeing his behavior, Chen Pingwan smiled, and a divine sense entered his sea of consciousness, and he fainted again.

Chen Ping was not polite, and immediately grabbed Fang Jianpeng with one hand.

With a muffled thud, the man's head immediately fell into his right hand.

Chen Ping's green aura flashed, and he performed the technique of soul searching.

After a short while, he grabbed the young master again with a calm face, and cast a spell as well.

As a result, after Chen Ping shook off Young Master Wan, he said with disgust in his mouth: "At a young age, you can do all kinds of evil to the extreme, hehe, if your parents give you a spirit stone later, this seat will crush your bones and scatter ashes, drain your soul and refine your soul, and let you taste the taste of a little soul lamp." ”

It turned out that this young master Wan was only twenty-five years old, but he relied on his family background to bully men and women, fish and flesh, and exterminate human nature.

If it was outside the city, Chen Ping would have been wiped out casually.

However, Wan Jia has to pay enough ransom, and he can be let go today.

"This kid is very good."

Chen Ping turned his eyes to look at Fang Jianpeng and commented quietly.

The experience that this person just said is basically true, but he did not deliberately deceive him.

Moreover, Fang Jianpeng still maintained the original intention of drinking water and thinking about the source of the first master, Liu Yanyu.

People who respect teachers and respect their ways are always liked by him.

Leaning less, Chen Ping's mind moved, and he changed back to the appearance of a yellow-faced scholar.

After glancing out the window, he seemed to have found something, and a trace of astonishment appeared on his face.

Ten miles away in the air, He Wencheng was manipulating a jade plate spirit weapon and flying towards the Tiger Leaping Tower.

On the spiritual weapon, there was also a woman with delicate facial features, her face was white and clean, and she was dressed in a plain green gauze dress.

This woman has a mortal body, flying a hundred feet away from the air but not afraid, and her eyes are full of calm.

To Chen Ping's surprise, this mortal woman's abdomen was high and bulging, obviously pregnant, and she was probably less than two months away from giving birth.

The spirit weapon landed directly on the second floor, He Wencheng motioned for the mortal girl to come down, and then bowed to Chen Ping.

"I've seen the Immortal Master."

The delicate woman pressed her waist with one hand and knelt down on both knees to salute.

"Excuse me."

Chen Ping spilled out a piece of spiritual power and gently supported her.

No wonder he looks secretive.

This charming woman is actually Weng Muchao's sweetheart, Shao Ying.

The key is that this woman is still pregnant.

Weng Mu was grounded for two and a half years, and the child in Shao Ying's belly was naturally not his.

Chen Ping couldn't help but sneer, if his little apprentice knew the current situation, he didn't know what his reaction would be.

"He Daoyou, what's going on with her pregnancy?"

With a turn of thought, Chen Ping asked He Wencheng Chuanyin.

"The seniors have stumped me, and the juniors really don't know the inside story."

He Wencheng also replied.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Ping smiled indifferently, directly sucked Shao Ying, and performed the soul searching technique.

After a few breaths, he understood the cause and effect, and couldn't help but sigh at what happened to this woman.

Back then, Shao Ying was banished to the Huaisu Plain by Weng Fuhong, and bizarrely, she was assigned to the heavy work of digging water canals.

A weak woman who can't even complete the basic tasks every day, and she is miserable for a long time.

Just when Shao Ying was exhausted, a strong mortal man appeared beside her, often asking for warmth and helping with the work.

Under the man's meticulous care, the two fell in love for a long time, and finally formed a new family a year ago.

If things were so simple, Chen Ping wouldn't be emotional.

He will only feel worthless for the infatuated Weng Mu.

But the key is that Shao Ying's empathy for her husband who sent charcoal in the snow is actually the result of autosuggestion.

The love of her heart has never changed.

Decades of ups and downs have made her deeply understand that immortals have different paths.

She and Weng Mu will never get together.

Shao Ying even knows that her current husband is most likely the shadow son arranged by Weng Fuhong.

But in order not to delay Weng Mu's immortal journey, she forced herself to see through it, and she endured it alone.

"Miss Shaoying, with your intelligence, you should have guessed who I was entrusted with."

Chen Ping restrained his expression and softened his tone.

"Master Lao went back and told him that the mortal girl was doing well......

Shao Ying smiled slightly, and said in a crisp voice.

"Since you have let go, I will not hand over to you what he sent."

Chen Pinglu nodded appreciatively.

In his opinion, Shao Ying's heart is much stronger than that of his cheap apprentice.

"Thank you for meeting, mortal women and he owe it."

The jade hand caressed her stomach, feeling the heartbeat of life, and Shao Ying's expression seemed to be a little complicated.

"A good one doesn't owe it."

Chen Ping lightly high-fived, pointed at He Wencheng with two fingers together, and said, "He Daoyou, listen, ordinary cultivators don't have this enlightenment!" ”

The two talked mysteriously, He Wenwei was at a loss, and Chen Ping's question made him even more confused, but he was a well-informed foundation building monk, and he praised without thinking: "What the predecessors said is very true, Miss Shao is indeed the best among women." ”

"He Daoyou Guigeng?"

The next moment, Chen Ping asked another puzzling word.

"The seniors, the juniors are one hundred and seventy years old."

He Wencheng replied truthfully.

"There is a lot of Shouyuan left."

Chen Ping touched his chin, shook off a storage bag casually, and explained, "I'm going to ask you for a small favor." ”

"There are a thousand spirit stones in the bag, and every year during the Lantern Festival, you personally go to Miss Shao's house and distribute twenty at a time, until fifty years later."

"The ugly words are ahead, if He Daoyou forgets this stubble, this seat will be severely punished."

"Seniors rest assured, even if the juniors are in retreat, they will take the time to go out and send a lot of spirit stones."

He Wencheng's heart sank, and he quickly patted his chest and reassured.

It's just a trivial matter, but he can also use this to make a little friendship with a Yuan Dan overhaul, which really makes him happy for a while.

"Immortal Master must not ......"

Shao Ying's apricot mouth was one, but it was only the beginning, and it was interrupted by Chen Ping.

"You don't think about yourself, you also have to think about the child in your belly, a thousand spirit stones are enough for him to enjoy all the glory and wealth in the world."

Chen Ping said slowly, and then instructed He Wencheng: "He Daoyou, arrange some easy work for her in the future, Commander Weng doesn't have to scruples, this seat will inform you." ”

"The juniors remembered."

He Wencheng said respectfully.

"Send her back."

Chen Ping waved his hand and said.

"Yes!"

Holding Shao Ying to board the jade plate spirit weapon, He Wencheng pinched the magic trick and rushed to the sky.

"Miss Shaoying, this seat is Weng Mu's master, I will bring that unsuccessful boy to wish you a good rest of your life."

Standing in front of the window, Chen Ping said indifferently.

Hearing this, Shao Ying's body trembled slightly, and she bowed far away.

……

Knocking on the wooden table regularly, about half an hour later, Chen Ping's eyes opened, and the storage ring on his finger suddenly flew out of two black shadows, smashing down from the window.

He also disappeared from the spot after a flash of inspiration.

The next moment, Chen Ping put one foot on the head of a giant scorpion, and looked at the street corner on the right for a long time.

The pedestrians passing by, the highest was only a Qi cultivator, and the terrifying coercion suddenly rose, and one by one they couldn't help but be shocked, and they scattered as if they were fleeing.

Then, a hideous ice blue earthworm appeared, like a demon dragon shaking its tail between breaths, and used its body more than 20 zhang long to plate the outer edge of the restaurant.

At the end of the street, a line of pale monks all stopped, interrupting their progress.

Looking at the two third-order puppets showing off their might, a total of seven foundation building monks of five men and two women couldn't help but look at each other, and then they all squeezed out a heartfelt smile and knelt down on their knees.

"Junior Wang Mi, I have seen Senior Chen."

"Junior Huang Xian'er ......"

"The ...... of the younger generation is painted in vain"

The seven people shouted in unison, but their attitude was not perfunctory.

Because several people understand that the seniors are angry.

An hour ago, He Wencheng's sound-transmitting paper crane scared several people on the spot.

The juniors in the family have caused a big disaster!

Although a few of them had never heard of the name of Chen Ye's predecessors, He Wencheng explained it clearly in the message.

The puppeteer of the late Yuan Dan!

The short eight characters, like a big awl smashed on the ice wall, made several people feel a sense of despair approaching death.

When they came to Tiger Leaping Tower, everyone saw it with their own eyes and found that He Wencheng's words were not exaggerated at all.

The puppets summoned by the predecessors can easily destroy the Huaisu Plain with just one call.

Under Chen Ping's expressionless gaze, several people were frightened and blamed the heir for the trouble thousands of times.

"You roll over with all the imps."

Pointing to Wan Dashao's father Wan Bai, Chen Ping said indifferently.

"The juniors obey orders."

Standing up in fear, Wan Baihua put away several storage rings, walked tremblingly all the way to the Jade Soul Scorpion King, knelt down again, and cried: "Please forgive the seniors, it is the juniors who have no way to discipline them, and it is a crime to collide with the seniors who deserve death." ”

"I don't have time to listen to your explanation."

Chen Ping stretched out his hand and made a move, and several storage rings flew over, instantly dispersing the imprint of the storage ring.

Among the seven rings, there are exactly 3,500 medium-grade spirit stones.

"Not a penny?"

Chen Ping frowned, his expression darkened, and he put a few storage rings into his arms, without meaning to return them.

Next, he bent his fingers a little, and the ice-bone earthworm opened the beast's mouth, picked up a few boys and thirty followers and threw them to the ground.

"The little ghosts in the lead have all been grounded for five years."

Chen Ping said expressionlessly.

"Five years is not enough, according to the younger generation, at least ten years."

Wan Baihua didn't care about his son's condition for the first time, but flattered him.

"Then lock it up until the longevity is exhausted."

There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Chen Ping's mouth.

The horse's fart slapped on the horse's leg, and Wan Bai's face was very exciting, with a burst of red and a burst of white, alternating in turns.

Chen Ping glanced at everyone coldly, and then commanded the Ice Bone Earthworm to hold Fang Jianpeng and leave through the air.

"Daddy!"

Young Master Wan woke up from a coma and saw his omnipotent father, he couldn't help but be overjoyed for a while, and cried: "You want to avenge the child, that person killed Qin Shan in public, and he didn't take the law and discipline of the plains into account." ”

"Shut up!"

Wan Baihua's eyes burst out with a hideous color, and he slapped it away, beating his son in a circle like a gourd.

"Daddy?"

Young Master Wan was stunned, covered his hot left cheek and roared: "The Yuan Dan seniors you have met in the Floating Shadow Dojo are full of people, can't you still fight him!" ”

"Why did I teach you such a thing, and immediately go back to face the wall for ten years!"

Wan Baihua's tone was gloomy, and he said something that made his son unbelievable.

However, at this moment, in the high sky covered by clouds and mist, a beam of brilliant cyan sword light shot out, and it quickly passed through Wan Dashao's chest, shaking it alive into flesh.

Then, a voice as flat as smoke echoed in the ears of several people.

"If you are not satisfied, just report it to the escort team, and this seat is waiting for you in Lanyue Pavilion."

……

Chen Ping stood on the Jade Soul Scorpion King, flying in the wind.

Previously, although he flew dozens of miles, his divine sense was still shrouded in the vicinity of the Tiger Leaping Tower.

Hearing Wan Dashao's words of revenge, he didn't hesitate much, and casually shot out a Qinglian sword light to end this son's life.

Since Wan Dashao is seeking his own death, he can't be allowed to accept the spirit stone and break his promise.

As for leaving the name of Lanyue Pavilion, Chen Ping had two considerations.

As soon as she came, Yin Xianyi tried to get closer to her again and again, and she did what she wanted.

In addition, Chen Ping wanted to find out if with his current status and supernatural powers, coupled with the protection of the Lanyue Sect, slaughtering the small land head snake in Fuyou City would cause the escort team to be held accountable.

If the escort turned a blind eye, it would be much easier for him to act in the future.

……

Somewhere on the edge of a waterhole in the Huaisu Plain, Chen Ping woke up Fang Jianpeng.

After giving some things and a few more words, Fang Jinpeng respectfully said goodbye and left.

"I hope you take this one and last chance."

Looking at the back of the other party gradually leaving, Chen Ping secretly thought.

Just now, he handed over the thousand-year-old White-Leaf Tree King cut down on White Leaf Island, as well as 200,000 spirit stones, to this person.

Chen Ping's conditions are not simple, within half a year, Fang Jianpeng wants to use the White Leaf Tree King as the main material to create a small spirit ship with perfect functions, and he cannot rely on the power of other boat refiners.

Once it was done, this son's talent was recognized by him.

Master Mo, Chen Ping will use some connections to find a way to promote Fang Jianpeng as a disciple.

Wait until the Jindan period, and then recruit this person back to the family.

On the contrary, if he fails, he can only pinch his nose and admit that he is unlucky, and pay a sum of spirit stones to enter.

"I don't know if that kid has gotten what he wants."

Suddenly, Chen Ping remembered another person.

At that time, Xikou Island, which was in the same boat, scattered the embers of the river.

After many years have passed, if he has already entered the disciple of Gui Master, it is worth his continued investment.

Thinking like this, Chen Ping danced and turned into a bunch of green rainbows and escaped outside the city.

Huaisu Plain was very close to the ferry, and he was going to visit the stalls there first.

A day later.

Chen Ping took a turn around the stall area of the floating ferry.

There are really a lot of stalls, there are thousands, but almost all of them are low-level treasures of the first and second orders, and there is no luck in picking up any leaks.

Chen Ping, who had found nothing, was quite disappointed and re-entered the city and flew towards the dojo.

……

In a palatial hall, a small auction is taking place.

At this time, on the seventh and eighth rows of wooden chairs, dozens of monks in different costumes sat down.

On the opposite side is a lonely empty table, and the shopkeeper Mei in black is foaming at the mouth, trying to mobilize the atmosphere on the field.

"Twenty-nine thousand spirit stones for the third time!"

Shopkeeper Mei applauded and smiled, pointed to a gray-robed foundation building monk and said, "Congratulations, this three-pattern Jiuhua Shenxing Pill will belong to Daoyou." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a young maid obediently walked up to the gray-robed monk and led him into the apse to complete the money and goods transaction.

"Ding Dong!"

After a pause, Shopkeeper Mei rang the small bell spirit weapon in his hand, and his tone suddenly became mysterious: "All fellow Daoists have come to participate in the underground auction led by my Qing Keju this time, and the main goal must be the same. ”

"That's right, the Sea Tide Pill refined by the Yu Dan Saint of the Pavilion, is the first finale auction item of this field!"