"Little rabbit, you stop for Lao Tzu!"

Hearing Tang Ping's words, the little frog suddenly trembled, startled, and then bounced into the sky very flexibly.

The palm-sized body instantly turned into a small dot.

How could Tang Ping let this little frog slip away from his own territory.

Two tendrils flew into the sky, trapping the frog's two hind legs and pulling him off the ground.

Click......

When it reached the ground, the frog still did not give up, the lotus leaf above its head broke away from the air, and with a slight turn, a circle of golden light shot out, cutting off the tree whiskers, and the frog jumped up again.

This time, Tang Ping started directly, suddenly flew up, and pinched the frog's body.

"Squeak......

The frog squeaked.

followed by Tang Ping and fell to the ground.

"Where did the little frog come from, how dare you steal my things?"

Tang Ping poked the little frog's white belly with his index finger.

It feels surprisingly good.

This frog doesn't have the slippery and moist touch of other frogs, and it feels a bit like silicone, soft and cold.

The lotus leaf frog seemed to have a premonition, and suddenly burst into tears, pitiful, and looked at Tang Ping with an innocent face.

"Can you understand me?"

"Quack." The little frog nodded, and tears fell like pearls.

"Why steal?"

"Quack...... quack quack ......"

The little frog looked blank.

"You don't know you're stealing?"

"Quack ......"

"I see."

Tang Ping believed.

Rats carry food, never feel like they are stealing, and when they are killed, they may wonder why they have ended up with their hard work.

Without him, humans and animals stand on different stands.

When frogs see something to eat in the wild, their first instinct is not that it is a human species, but they may even think that it is a gift from nature.

Of course, after all, it was eating his own things, Tang Ping naturally wouldn't let it go easily, his eyes rolled and he thought about it.

The smile on his face made the little frog have a bad premonition in his heart.

"Would you like to eat more?"

The fingertips gently poked the frog's little belly.

"Quack!"

"Okay, but you can't eat it now, and when it grows up later, you can eat as much as you want."

The ghost spirit grass is equivalent to a leek in the underworld, about thirty wen a piece, which is equivalent to the price of one and a half catties of ghost rice.

Generally, after being cut once, it can grow again in a month.

Therefore, the required earth qi and yin conditions are relatively high, and the general soil cannot be planted.

Of course, Tang Ping is an underground master, who can artificially regulate the earth's qi and has the right to control the land.

This is something that other ghost kings and demon kings who occupy the mountains can't do.

At most, they can do a dot matrix, or a few small spells. But it requires the consumption of mana and resources, which is different from Tang Ping's useless thing.

And if this formation is built on Tang Ping's own land, it can make this thing useless at any time.

He is the earth.

"Quack."

The little frog readily agreed, watching Miao Zi drool, but he also held back.

Tang Ping took out a little ghost rice and let the little frog eat it.

By the way, make a hole in the tree, this is the home of the little frog.

"Little toad, you are not allowed to eat it in the future!"

Tang Ping scolded with a smile.

The frog took off its lotus hat and croaked a few times very seriously, and at the same time reacted that it was not called right, puffing out its cheeks angrily, and its little golden eyes bulging.

"Call you Little Frog in the future?"

"Quack."

"Xiaoqing?"

"Quack."

"Okay, I'm the Marquis of Youdu Pavilion, then I'll make you the frog general! Tomb Gate Pavilion Chief! ”

Tang Ping laughed, in a coaxing tone.

The frog spun around excitedly, as if to say that it was right, and that was how majestic it would be.

"The Frog Pavilion Master listens to the order! Guarding the Yin Earth, there must be no mistakes! ”

"Quack! Croak! ”

The frog spun around in excitement.

Since then, a man and a frog have lived in harmony here.

After Tang Ping secretly observed, he no longer doubted it.

Frogs do have heels, and they should be aliens with innate abilities, as can be seen from the lotus leaf hat on the top of their heads.

But what does this have to do with you? And it won't hurt yourself.

In this cold and lonely underground, it can be regarded as accompanied by someone.

Tang Ping didn't want to recruit ghost soldiers for the time being.

The first is that I can't believe it, and the second is that the territory is too small to raise.

Besides, there is no regular income, and there are no trustworthy ghosts.

It has been less than three months since the opening of the ghost gate.

Tang Ping devoted himself to cultivation.

There are still more than 200 points to reach the realm of the consummation of the ghost fire technique, and this retreat focuses on this technique.

The Ghost Fire Technique now has a bombardment range of more than ten zhang, and the speed is much faster than when you first started cultivating.

This time the realm of consummation should be greatly increased.

When I go to the yang world, I also have a certain amount of self-preservation.

Tang Ping changed the state of ghosts and gods, and he was one with the surrounding heaven and earth, absorbing the yin qi of heaven and earth, and his meditation speed was extremely fast, and he could practice the yin gathering technique in less than half an hour.

After that, it's the wood control trick.

The Underground Lord's Eye.

The rest is left to the Ghost Fire Technique.

The Moon Covering Spell itself is a small spell, and the proficiency has been cultivated to the peak, and the progress bar has disappeared, so naturally there is no need to practice more.

Tang Ping has a large number of ghost rice and blood bottles, and he is not worried about running out of energy.

Full moon fifteen.

The banyan tree under the blood moon is cold and lonely, as if it has been the case since ancient times.

The little frog lay on the branch, looking at the blood moon, its small body trembling, and it seemed to be a little scared.

But when he saw the wooden house below and the big tree behind it, tightly hugging the wooden sword of the tomb that the boss had sharpened for himself, the frog fell asleep deeply.

Tang Ping took advantage of the night to go out.

Come to the upper reaches of the mountain stream and wait for half a day nearby.

When the ghosts were almost gone, one dodged and jumped into the water.

Wow!

From the long green river, I came to the ghost market.

Tang Ping wore a mask, his face covered by the moon covering spell, and his eyes were blocked by the mask, and he could still see the lines of different colors in this space.

Those with red lines on their bodies are living people, only the yin qi is ghosts, and there are some black and red doped, could it be a demon?

Tang Ping came to the shop of the old man Gongsun.

"Senior, I'm here to buy something."

The old man raised his head, and the room was still dark, and the heavy light and shadow made the tattoos on his body seem to come to life.

"Oh, the kid who planted the orchid, what's the matter, did you succeed?"

The old man Gongsun had a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"Almost, it's almost a long cry."

"What a big breath, how high are the bones? How many petals are the leaves? What is the color of the root system? ”

"The bones are three inches, the leaves are four, and the roots are black during the day and red at night."

Tang Ping didn't answer.

"Huh."

The old man of Gongsun suddenly looked at him differently, this kind of extremely difficult to survive plant can be grown, it seems that he is a talent, and his cold expression eased slightly.

"What do you want to buy?"

"Healing medicine."

I won't buy the jade medicine.

Now there are more than 2,000 on him.

"The old man has a slow medicine and a strong medicine."

"The slow medicine is used once every ten days, and it recovers in one month, without sequelae."

"Where's the medicine?"

"The fierce medicine is made of the fungus of the coffin of the old corpse, and it can be taken immediately after being seriously injured, and the combat power can be guaranteed to not decrease within half an hour, and the sequelae is that the zombie red hair is covered all over the body after taking it, and it can only dissipate in half a month."

"A strong medicine, a slow medicine."

"Five hundred each, a total of one thousand, count you nine hundred and ninety."

The old man rarely gets a discount.

"Is there a more reliable way to buy spells in the seniors?"

"Almost nothing, the ghost market exercises are nine false and one true, do you dare to bet? However, the old man has a volume of top-level weapons fighting methods in the mortal world, which only costs seven hundred words. ”

"Okay, get me one."

Tang Ping was a little painful.

It's all money.

Knowledge is wealth, the method of weapons is not there, the ghost head knife is a weapon full of blood, if used properly, it may not be able to burst out stronger.

The old man turned around and took out a gray cloth with the words "Ten Steps of Murder" on the cover.

After trading items.

Tang Ping returned to the banyan tree.

Now that you have supplies, you just have to wait quietly for the hell door to open in a few days.

Perform the first return to the yang world.