"This Chen Daoyou is too blind!"

Bai Lingdai frowned and said dissatisfied.

Everyone is a Yuandan monk, and the other party actually treats them as juniors?

Tong Guan Shen shrank his eyes in disbelief, and said: "Let's go back and tell the Lord of the Ma League truthfully, at least we must find out the origin of this person first, Luo Huazong will never suddenly pop up a monk of the Great Perfection Realm." ”

"What Brother Guan said is reasonable, this person's cultivation is too high, and he can only be dealt with by the master of the Ma League himself."

Bai Ling nodded slightly.

For the sake of the Kunpeng Alliance's face, intercepting a monk whose magical powers are far stronger than theirs is purely a head in water.

Every monk of the Great Perfection of Yuan Dan is an existence that ordinary people do not want to provoke.

Because even if there is only a slight probability of breaking through the golden pill, if he is lucky, it means that those who have angered him will suffer a catastrophe.

"Senior Brother Chen, thank you for breaking the siege, otherwise Senior Brother wouldn't know how to end up today."

Yang Ziyu trotted all the way to follow, stammering.

He simply changed the title of Taoist friend as a matter of course, as if he recognized Chen Ping as a senior brother and could touch the sky.

However, in fact, he really thought about it that way.

It's only been two years since I saw it, and my own honorary elder has actually risen to another rank, which is simply comparable to the cultivation speed of the Heavenly Spirit Root!

The path is bright, and he is expected to be Jindan, a monk with great magical powers......

A series of adjectives dangled in his mind, and Yang Ziyu secretly decided that he must hug his brother's thick waist and rub the benefits in the future.

"You don't sit in the sect, what are you doing on Heavenly Beast Island?"

Chen Ping didn't want to pay attention to this person's careful thoughts, and said lightly.

"It's not a secret, the price of the three-grade cultivation pill is too high, and over the years, the public wealth of the sect has almost been emptied by the junior disciple, so I have to come to Heavenly Beast Island to seek resources."

Yang Ziyu shook his head and sighed.

Looking at his pitiful look, the corners of Chen Ping's mouth curved inexplicably.

It's that some of his Zhumen wine and meat stink.

Relying on his powerful supernatural powers, he really didn't worry about cultivation resources.

But Luo Huazong was just an inconspicuous foundation-building force more than ten years ago, and he had no background at all.

"So you joined the so-called Kunpeng Alliance?"

Chen Ping's tone softened a little and said with a smile.

"It is really a helpless move to shelter under the Kunpeng Alliance."

Pulling his beard, Yang Ziyu said with a wry smile.

He then briefly described his experience over the course of a year.

A few months ago, he followed the spirit ship of the Lanyue Sect to the Guzhou Plain.

At the beginning, he just acted alone, specifically picking some second-order demon beasts to hunt, not to mention, he really gained a lot of resources.

Unfortunately, the good times were short-lived.

Due to his helplessness, he was targeted by an evil cultivator leader who was also in the early stage of Yuan Dan.

That time, he fought hard with the other party all night and almost died.

Fortunately, God took care of him, and he killed a group of tiger demons halfway, so he took the opportunity to escape with serious injuries.

Yang Ziyu was so frightened that he no longer dared to walk alone on Heavenly Beast Island.

It happened that at that time, the Kunpeng League was vigorously recruiting scattered cultivators from all walks of life, and Yang Ziyu took the initiative to join after thinking about it.

But the Kunpeng League only allocates resources on merit, and the gains from joining forces to encircle and suppress demon beasts several times are not as good as the gains he can gain alone.

As a result, Yang Ziyu came up with the idea of quitting the Kunpeng League.

But according to the rules of the Kunpeng League, it has always been wide in and strict out, and the unpleasant scene just happened just now.

"Senior Brother Chen, you may have just entered the Guzhou Plain, and you still don't know the details of the Kunpeng League!"

Yang Ziyu was observant and talked about the current situation of the Kunpeng League.

It turned out that the nature of this Kunpeng League and the Yuan Youth League of the Floating Ghost City was exactly the same.

All of them are loose forces formed improvised in order to maximize resources.

After the Terrans conquered the Lower Guzhou Plain, this alliance was quietly founded.

The monk who founded the Kunpeng League is called Ma Hujing, and he is a loose cultivator who cultivates near Yanning City, and a cultivator of the Great Perfection of Yuandan.

Ma Hujing is a person, there is a paragraph in the information of the Shenmu Sect.

He was a spirit trainer who had domesticated two late-stage third-order spirit beasts, barely able to squeeze into the ranks of the half-step golden pill.

In addition to Yang Ziyu, there are also six Yuan Dan and twenty-two foundation building monks under his command, most of whom are from scattered cultivators or small forces in Shuangcheng.

After learning about the strength of the Kunpeng League, the scruples in Chen Ping's heart disappeared.

This alliance is far inferior to the Seven Phoenix Chamber of Commerce, it can be destroyed, there is no need to be too jealous.

"What exactly does the vein you mentioned produce from it?"

Slowing down, Chen Ping said quietly.

He relieved Yang Ziyu, and his past friendship was only a small part of the reason.

The key point still falls on the vein.

If it was a high-level ore vein, he might turn into an evil cultivator to cut off his beard.

"Half a month ago, a foundation building junior in the alliance stumbled upon a medium-sized spirit stone mine, and the master of the Ma League has ordered to stop encircling and suppressing demon beasts, and gather people to develop the ore vein."

Yang Ziyu confided without the slightest hesitation.

As soon as he heard that it was a spirit stone mine, Chen Ping immediately lost interest.

"Senior Brother Chen, have you just come to the Guzhou Plain?"

Seeing Chen Ping walking towards the hall where he received the points token, Yang Ziyu said with a moving expression.

"Sheep Daoyou, take care of yourself, I have other important things."

Chen Ping glanced at Yang Ziyu coldly, and said unceremoniously, he is not idle and elegant, and he took a Yuan Dan to plunder resources together.

"Senior Brother Chen, I want to buy a batch of cultivation pills from you."

Yang Ziyu gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "The current spirit stone on the junior brother's body is insufficient, can it be paid off in twenty years?" ”

“……”

Hearing this, the corners of Chen Ping's mouth twitched fiercely, in the past, he had been installment to others, and it was the first time he met a monk with such a thick skin, and he actually opened his mouth to buy treasures on credit to him.

This is completely unreasonable!

……

After about a stick of incense, Yang Ziyu said goodbye with a satisfied face.

Looking at his back, Chen Ping smiled in a low voice.

After taking out a batch of second-order demon beast corpses and owing him 200,000 spirit stones, Yang Ziyu got his wish and exchanged for a few bottles of three-pattern cultivation pills, which was more than enough to impact the middle stage of the Yuan Dan.

Of course, Chen Ping is not a great good person.

The price of those pills is higher than 20% of the market, and interest is also charged on debts.

Yang Ziyu is a smart person, and Chen Ping is not worried that he will run away from the debt.

To put it mildly, if this person falls halfway, there is no loss to him.

Received Luo Huazong in its entirety.

"That's how I suffered back then."

Chen Ping muttered with feelings.

At this moment, he thought of the scene of forcibly buying Lingtian from the Wei Chi family decades ago.

It was only 9,000 spirit stones, and it was paid off in a hundred years.

In the future, when he is fortunate enough to become a powerful monk, I am afraid that he will be picked up by the juniors and used as a talking point after drinking and tea?

……

"Senior Xu, all the demon beast corpses are here, please count them for the juniors."

In a side hall on the innermost side of the second floor of the Twin Cities Pavilion, a slightly chubby foundation building monk pointed to his feet and said in a respectful tone.

In the depression beside him, there was a pile of demon beast corpses.

On a futon directly opposite this person, sat a middle-aged monk in a red-shirted with a good appearance.

I saw him glance slightly towards the pit, and said expressionlessly: "There are five demon beasts in the early stage of the second order, three in the middle stage, and one in the late stage, a total of seventy-five points, and you give me the token." ”

"Yes!"

The slightly chubby Zhuji seemed to have been prepared, his sleeve robe shook, and his hands handed over a large slap token with a whole body of silver shining, as if it was made of Mithril.

The surface of this card is printed with two patterns that resemble the outlines of Yanning City and Floating Ghost City.

The red-shirted monk whipped up a breeze, held the token in the air, and unhurriedly threw out a blue bead.

The outer layer of this bead is light blue and hard, but there is a light flame flickering inside, and as soon as it appears, it causes a surge of fire aura around it.

"Is this kind of coercion ......?"

Chen Ping, who was waiting outside the hall, had his eyes clamped, and a trace of heat flashed in his heart.

This small blue bead could exert tremendous pressure on him out of thin air, and it seemed that it was at least a precious and extremely high-grade psychic weapon, or simply a spiritual treasure.

Then, seeing the red-shirted monk chanting any spell, a blue flame of light automatically shot out from the bead, and burned straight into the token, and the vague mist rose up.

The next moment, the "one hundred and thirty" engraved in it became "two hundred and five".