Li Mubai's face turned red, when was he questioned by stepping on his nose like this, but he really didn't take advantage of it, "Senior Sister Qin, you are not an arrogant and unreasonable person, it is really the disciples of your sect who have taken the treasures below, so you can't send disciples to find them, isn't it too much for Mu Bai to do this?"

Qingle Zhenren's expression froze, this was the first time he had heard of this statement, and he asked, "Jiang Ping, is there such a thing?"

Jiang Ping hesitated in his heart, he didn't want to say these things, after all, these treasures were already his own, and if he wanted to quickly improve his realm, how could he do it without spirit stones and resources?

Qingle Zhenren's eyes widened when he heard this, and Jiang Ping shrank his neck in fright, Jiang Ping knew that his ancestor was not angry, and hurriedly flew down. He took a purple pill, and his body was half better at this time, not only did his impetuous aura return to smoothness, but even his internal organs were seven or eight points better.

"Wait!" Jiang Ping stopped Qingle Zhenren, saw Qingle Zhenren frowned, and said with a smile: "The disciple's storage bag was taken away by Li Mubai, and the disciple became a poor ghost, but there are the corpses of three foundation building monks in this Funiu Mountain, and the storage bags on them are still there, the disciple can't let it go, Master, your old man won't rob the disciple, right?"

Qingle Zhenren glared at him, "I'll talk about it when I go back to Qingle Palace." ”

"Master, this Qin Fairy ......"

Fairy Qin glanced at Jiang Ping before leaving, and Jiang Ping was frightened, he kept his head down, not daring to look at Fairy Qin and Qingle Zhenren, Fairy Qin glanced at him, and he suddenly fell into an ice cellar, until Fairy Qin left, Jiang Ping's tense nerves eased.

"Wang Ming's disciple?" Fairy Qin smiled, "Okay, I see." ”

Qingle Zhenren smiled, smiled and said: "Senior Sister Qin, Jiang Ping is the apprentice of my eldest disciple Wang Ming, it is still okay, there is no bad deeds." Regarding the matter of the Iron Sword Gate, the junior brother thinks that what he said is absolutely true, as for himself, ninety percent is true. Senior sister, the current Qi refining cultivators are in a mess, they are all ghosts, it is rare for the junior brother to have a good apprentice, don't ruin him. ”

"Senior Brother Qingle, Jiang Ping is your apprentice grandson, how credible is his words?"

Fairy Qin swept Jiang Ping lightly, and her lips moved slightly.

Jiang Ping deliberately led the matter to the matter of the Iron Sword Gate and the Qingshi Gate, which was conducive to diverting his attention and weakening himself.

Jiang Ping knew that there were some loopholes in his words, and he couldn't withstand rigorous scrutiny, so he hurriedly diverted his attention, "If the disciple is not mistaken, around our four mortal cities, there are monks from the Iron Sword Gate who search for spiritual roots, and the seniors only need to capture one person, and they will know as soon as they ask." ”

After hearing this, Fairy Qin pondered, not knowing whether he was thinking about the matter of the Iron Sword Gate searching for the spiritual root, or whether Jiang Ping's attack on and killing the Zhuji monk was true.

As for where the magic weapon fragments came from, Jiang Ping was not worried at all. There is no proof of death, and no one will expose their lies.

"The disciple snatched the fragment of a high-level magic weapon flying sword from the disciples of the Iron Sword Gate, and when the seven great foundation building monks besieged him, he wrapped it in the body shield with fire and thunder techniques, and when the body shield was broken, the disciple detonated the fire thunderball, and killed three people on the spot by the fragments of the magic weapon, severely injured the three people, and the disciple was able to save his life. ”

Most of the things reported by Jiang Ping were true, but he concealed that he had been chased and killed by Tao Feng of the Iron Sword Gate, and he also concealed that because Tao Feng attracted the pursuit of the foundation building monks, he was unwilling to expose his strength, so he had to hide it and not report it. As for his plan to kill the three foundation building monks and severely injure the three of them, he also found a good reason.

Even his own ancestor was honored as Senior Sister Qin, Jiang Ping didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly bowed: "Back to my predecessors, the incident reported by Jiang Ping is true, and the Iron Sword Sect does have bad intentions, and sent a large number of disciples in the Qi Refining Period to search for spiritual roots in the mortal towns controlled by my Bluestone Gate. Just a few years ago, the disciple was attacked and killed by the other party, and if it weren't for the disciple's ability to escape for his life, he would have died by this time. ”

Suddenly, Fairy Qin on the True Lotus glanced at Jiang Ping and asked, "Jiang Ping, is it true that you reported to the Iron Sword Gate in Jinhua City?"

Jiang Ping frowned, his eyes narrowed, not knowing what he was thinking.

"It's good that he took it back, otherwise you'd be in trouble. In the world of cultivating immortals, Li Mubai is a very strong master, he values the storage bag so much, he must have a treasure, if he doesn't return the treasure to him, once he targets you, the ancestor will not be able to save you. ”

Qingle Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was glad that the storage bag was snatched away by Li Mubai, but even Qingle Zhenren couldn't see it, and Jiang Ping's eyes flashed with a hint of meaning.

Jiang Ping frowned and said, "Master, the disciple doesn't know, the disciple just got a storage bag on Cao Jiu's senior brother, but he couldn't open it, so he was snatched away by Li Mubai." ”

Qingle Zhenren hurriedly stabilized Jiang Ping, "If the storage bag is taken away, take it away, what treasures can you have." Jiang Ping, what kind of treasure did you take from him?"

Jiang Ping muttered, a little didn't understand the meaning of killing immortals, but the death of a monk of the same rank in his hands showed that Li Mubai was by no means an idle person. He sighed in his heart, remembered something, and suddenly shouted: "It's not good, my storage bag!"

"Killing immortals?"

Qingle Zhenren raised his eyebrows and scolded: "You kid is still thinking about the storage bag, it's good to be able to save your life." That Li Mubai is an immortal killer, respecting the sword, attacking and killing, there is one of the late Jindan monks who died in his hands, and you can save a small life in his hands is the ancestor of the accumulation of virtue!"

Jiang Ping's face was full of remorse, and his mouth opened, "My storage bag ......"

After Qingle Zhenren saw that Li Mubai was really leaving, he hurriedly looked at Jiang Ping, and seeing that he was seriously injured, he took out a purple pill from the storage bag and used the spiritual liquid to let Jiang Ping swallow it.

Li Mubai waited for Meng Jing and the others to get on his flying sword, and said lightly: "Brother Qingle, Fairy Qin, don't leave it here!" Immediately, he urged the flying sword under his feet to turn into a flying fly and disappear.

Jiang Ping only felt that he was pushed out by a strong force, and flew straight towards Qingle Zhenren, Qingle Zhenren waved his hand, and a soft aura took Jiang Ping over.

Li Mubai pondered for a long time, and finally he shouted with difficulty: "Li agrees!"

Jiang Ping was worried in his heart, if Li Mubai didn't agree, he would kill himself and take away the storage bag, regardless of the life and death of Meng Jing and the others, Qingle Zhenren and Qin Fairy might not be able to keep Li Mubai.

Li Mubai's complexion changed several times, and Qingle Zhenren and Fairy Qin didn't ask again.

Meng Jing and the others had ugly faces, they glanced at each other, and saw from each other's eyes that they and the others had become a burden to the ancestors.

If Qingle Zhenren said it, Li Mubai could not take it seriously, but Qin Xianzi was one of the six main real people in Qingshi Gate, and it was definitely not unintentional to say such words.

That's a lot of weight!

Fairy Qin said lightly.

"Li Mubai, you let go of Jiang Ping, and take your disciples to leave the area within the scope of my Qingshi Gate immediately, my Qingshi Gate will not stop you! If you don't agree, your Purple Cloud Sect will wait for the big battle to come!"

Li Mubai almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, three of his foundation building disciples died and three were seriously injured, and in the end it was his own side's fault.

When Qingle Zhenren heard this, his face was both frightened and regretful, and he shouted loudly: "Li Mubai, do you hear clearly? It was your foundation building disciples who bullied my disciples, and he was a late-stage Qi refining cultivator!"

Li Mubai wanted to slap Jiang Ping to death, but in front of the two Jindan real people, he didn't dare.

Jiang Ping immediately denied it, and then complained about being chased and killed by the foundation building monks of the Purple Cloud Sect, and being besieged by the seven foundation building monks.

"Two Patriarchs, this is absolutely nonsense! The disciple has never seen anyone from the Purple Cloud Sect, how can he take their things!"

"Don't admit it. Suddenly, Jiang Ping heard the voice of Qingle Zhenren, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately understood what his ancestor meant.

Jiang Ping's consciousness swept away, and when he saw the two corpses in the mountain, he used his exorcism technique, and the two storage bags were summoned to his hands. As for the other storage bag, Jiang Ping finally found a wild leopard in a remote corner, and it was dragging it to this place to chew on the smell, and suddenly, a small bag flew out of the delicious food, and it was so frightened that it ran away...... Soon after, another person arrived, but he did not dare to return to this place, but only watched from afar.

If it could understand human speech, it would hear the mouths of people who came after it muttering, "Damn, why are there only corpses, where are the three storage bags!"

The man put the broken ones in a storage bag and flew away unwillingly.