"Master, Jiang Ping's strength is so strange, it doesn't seem to be the late stage of Qi refining, it's more like the foundation building period!" Fu Long watched his master lose his temper, and said cautiously for fear that the master would anger him.

Brother Wang snorted after hearing this, his eyes narrowed, "His strength is indeed a little strange, but it is still that the aura has not been converted into mana, and the attack power of the aura is limited, it seems that he is only in a budding state, and he has not taken the Soul Fixing Pill." It's just his Dharma ......"

When Brother Wang thought of Jiang Ping's strange method appearing in front of him in an instant, he couldn't help but be shocked by a drop of sweat.

Jiang Liufeng, Jiang Ping left his surname and took over the name of his childhood playmate Qi Liufeng to form 'Jiang Liufeng'.

Jiang Ping hurriedly bowed back and said, "Senior, the wind is flowing in the lower river." ”

Suddenly, Jiang Ping felt the other party's divine sense sweeping over him, only to see that the other party's expression was a little puzzled, and a little surprised, "What's your name?"

Even though there are thousands of monks, none of them have the same aura breath, because when the immortal cultivators are cultivating, the aura runs in the Great Zhou Tian, contaminating the spirit, and the aura is stored in the lower dantian, and the aura naturally has its own breath, which is unique.

"What is this person doing with the aura...... Jiang Ping just thought of this, at this time, he suddenly felt that the aura on the aura was somewhat similar to his own, but Jiang Ping knew very well that this aura was definitely not his own.

This person has a thin face, a three-inch-long beard, and his eyebrows are somewhat similar to Wang Ming. He took out the white gas from the storage bag and looked at it carefully, Jiang Ping's divine sense swept it on, only to feel that it was a ball of aura.

"Meet the seniors. Jiang Ping quickly glanced at this person, and hurriedly bowed in the void, his expression extremely respectful.

As soon as Jiang Ping turned around, this person had already come to Jiang Ping's side.

Jiang Ping was just about to be happy, but when he found out, the foundation building monk quickly chased after him. Jiang Ping was so shocked that he almost couldn't help but speed up and escape, but when he thought that he hadn't seen this person and didn't have any grudges with him, he wouldn't shout and kill when he met, right?

Jiang Ping breathed a sigh of relief after the mid-stage monk left, but fortunately the other party didn't take him seriously. He is now like a frightened bird, but whenever he meets the Tsukiji monk, it is like he has come for himself.

The distance of ten miles was really nothing to the Zhuji monk, and after a while, the two of them met and flew by.

Jiang Ping didn't want to change his direction, and in order to show his respect for the other party, when he was ten miles away from the other party, he descended nearly ten zhang on his own, avoiding some distance from the high-ranking monks.

Otherwise, if an unreasonable high-level monk sees a low-level monk unpleasantly and kills him, the low-level monk will not even have a place to reason.

Flying in the sky, it is not strange to encounter other monks, especially when low-level monks meet with high-level monks, generally high-level monks do not pay attention to low-level monks and fly directly, but low-level monks should show humility, and even avoid it, and let the high-level monks pass before flying.

Jiang Ping almost scolded in his heart, "Why are there so many foundation building monks now, any monk you meet is building a foundation, is it really so easy to build a foundation?"

A moment later, a monk appeared in his divine sense, Jiang Ping's divine sense swept on it, and a thin black-clothed monk stepped on his sword, Jiang Ping's face suddenly changed: "Monk in the middle stage of foundation building!"

"Monk?"

Suddenly, a small black dot appeared in Jiang Ping's eyes, and Jiang Ping frowned.

Jiang Ping flew with his sword in the air, and he was nearly four hundred miles away from Funiu Town.

If it weren't for the fact that the sect inheritance needed to find the spiritual root from the mortal world, the Qingshi Gate would not have bothered to ask about the matter of the Iron Sword Gate's search for the spiritual root in the mortal world this time.

Just like the legend, human beings were born from the ancient spirit monkeys, and they should be the same kind. But how is the human being looking at the monkey different from other animals? To the monks, human beings are just animals that look very similar to themselves.

Jiang Ping is an alternative, and I'm afraid that few people in the entire immortal cultivation world will understand Jiang Ping's approach. Mortals are human beings, but they are not the same as monks.

Some things can't be delayed, they must be solved quickly, even if their share is exposed, even if they are chased and killed by Yuan Zhenren later, it's a big deal to leave this place and find another place!

The matter of Yuan Zhenren's grandson Leng surnamed monk must be resolved, otherwise his heart will be uneasy. If he accepts his own opinion, it is best, if he can't accept it, then the only way is to get rid of it, Jiang Ping thought all the way, and his heart was like a mirror.

Jiang Ping walked out of the cave early, after a long-distance pursuit, this place is nearly six hundred miles away from Funiu Mountain, checked the aura in his body, as strong as a sea of smoke, he nodded with satisfaction, stepped on the flying sword and flew quickly towards Funiu Mountain.

The night was silent, March receded, and the flames rose.

The injury was not serious, it was much worse than the last time in Funiu Mountain. Jiang Ping ran exercises in the underground cave to make up for the lost aura, but the shoulder bone was cracked, and it needed to be made up slowly, not too quickly.

Jiang Ping made up his mind and suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.

"I only need to go around the three major cities again to return to the mountain gate, is it so coincidental that the enemy is chasing after me? If the foundation building monk chases after me, hum, it is not certain who will kill whom! If it is really difficult to provoke the enemy, it is a big deal to lose it, shrink the ground into inches and escape. ”

Jiang Ping wanted to throw it away, but after all, this was a superb magic weapon, and if he returned to the door and sold it to the Treasure Hall, he could also get thousands of spirit stones! He hesitated, he was really reluctant in his heart, and he threw it into the depths of the storage bag ruthlessly.

"This shows that there is a ghost in this white net superb magic weapon!"

And the late-stage Qi refining cultivator looked at the magic weapon in his hand from time to time, and looked for it again, and at that time, this net was hidden behind it, so what they tracked was inseparable from it......

Jiang Ping analyzed this net before and after, and thought that when the two of them first came on the flying boat, they directly asked whether they were Jiang Ping! You must know that he is still wearing a mask, how can he be easily recognized.

"This net was on the side of the Tsukiji monk at the time, and he had enough time to take it away when he fled, but he didn't! Although this net has a hole, as long as it is repaired, it can exert the power of the best magic weapon. Even a foundation building early stage cultivator can't light a superb magic weapon!"

"All the artifacts and other items have been checked, but this white net is a little special. ”

"What kind of stone is this, so soft?" Jiang Ping was curious, he had never seen such a soft stone.

In front of Jiang Ping, a large white net was spread on the ground, Jiang Ping held a corner of the white net, and a black rope belt circled the white net, Jiang Ping thought it was a special rope to control the net, but he found out that the black rope was a soft stone.

"It's it!"

Brother Wang drove a flying boat, rushed out of the cave, and flew away with the head of the dragon without returning.

Brother Wang replied stupidly: "Kill it, how can you repair this injury for the teacher in less than half a year?" If you meet Jiang Ping again, I'm afraid you won't even die." He glanced at Fu Long, "It was a mistake to bring you out this time, Jiang Ping is too strong, let's find a weak late-stage Qi refining cultivator for you next time." ”

"Master, then how should we kill Jiang Ping?" Fu Long asked.

"Fortunately, the master kept an eye on it, and did not take away the silkworm snow silk net on the side, so it would be convenient to send others to hunt him down next time. ”

"If it hadn't been for the ghost's divine dodge to the right at that time, that sword would have pierced his left! If it had been a downward stroke...... he couldn't help but shudder again.

"Jiang Liufeng, are you a disciple of the Qingshi Sect?" The joy in this person's eyes was even stronger, Jiang Ping couldn't help but be vigilant, thought about it for a while, and replied.

"The disciple is a disciple of the Qingshi Sect, but it's just ......"

"It's good if you're a disciple of the Qingshi Gate, the old man has been looking for you for a long time, come with me." After this person finished speaking, his big hand grasped the void, forming a huge palm composed of spiritual energy and grabbing towards Jiang Ping.