Jiang Ping threw a bronze waist card at the white-clothed monk, "This is my waist card, look carefully!"

The waist card flew quickly, and the white-clothed nun stretched out two slender fingers and gently clamped it in her hand.

I glanced at both sides, and there were only two words, Jiang Ping, but this material was definitely not bad with the unique logo of the bluestone gate, and he wondered, "The waist plate of the bluestone gate records the teacher, why do you only have the word Jiang Ping?"

Jiang Ping saw that she was puzzled, and hurriedly explained: "This is Master Shizun personally telling Senior Brother Niu Buli, the steward of Xiaoyufeng, because Master has offended too many people, so I don't let Senior Brother Niu indicate my identity on the sign, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble, Senior Brother Niu Buli can prove this matter for me." ”

The white-clothed nun was slightly stunned, as if she remembered something, sighed, and threw the identity token in her hand to Jiang Ping.

When Jiang Ping saw her expression, he should have relieved his doubts, and his tense heart finally relaxed.

The white-clothed nun suddenly grabbed Jiang Ping's collar, stretched out her hand, and a giant black flying tiger appeared in front of her, Jiang Ping's consciousness swept away, and she saw that this was a special-shaped black flying tiger in the early stage of foundation building, it was about two feet long, and there were two wings on both sides of the tiger's body, huge wings whirring, and a huge amount of wind slapped around. I could only hear a tiger roar, resounding through the mountains and forests.

"Senior, you ......" Jiang Ping flew directly on top of the Flying Tiger like a cloud-driven fog version, the Flying Tiger turned his head to look at Jiang Ping, and roared at it, obviously it was not very satisfied with Jiang Ping riding on it.

The white-clothed nun reprimanded, and Feihu reluctantly let Jiang Ping stay on his back.

Seeing that the white-clothed nun was about to drive the flying tiger away, Jiang Ping saw the donkey standing alone on the ground, and it was not afraid at all when it saw the flying tiger, and stared at the flying tiger tightly with one big eye.

"My donkey, I can't leave it!" Jiang Ping broke free from the white-clothed nun and pulled at her shirt and jumped off the flying tiger.

"Eury, Auang!" the donkey neighed, and the flying tiger glanced at the donkey suspiciously.

"Your suspicion has not been completely shaken off, if you leave me ten steps away, I will kill you!" The white-clothed female cultivator glanced at Jiang Ping coldly, and the words she said were cold, freezing Jiang Ping's spirit.

Jiang Ping didn't say a word, picked up from the belly of the donkey, and jumped to fly to the flying tiger.

The flying tiger's eyes widened, the corners of his mouth trembled, and a backspin kick kicked the donkey's body, Jiang Ping didn't have time to react at all, and screamed in pain, and originally flew in the direction of the flying tiger, but immediately became a bird with folded wings and 'flew away' in the opposite direction.

He held the donkey in his arm, and a backspin kick from the right flying tiger kicked directly on Jiang Ping's arm. Flying Tiger was in the early stage of foundation building, and his divine sense did not stare at Flying Tiger, so naturally he did not react, and he was hit hard.

Jiang Ping and the donkey rolled to the ground together, rolling several times before stopping.

Jiang Ping felt stuffy in his chest, his whole body was cloudy, and he fell not lightly. Looking at the donkey again, it seemed to be the same as him, with gold stars in his eyes, and a big eye glared at Jiang Ping, looking like you were really stupid, and he didn't wait for Feihu to agree to you, and he hurt himself and was kicked.

Jiang Ping slapped it on the head and said: "Senior, you see, it's not that Jiang Ping doesn't want to follow his senior, but this Flying Tiger senior doesn't like Jiang Ping, the small one still has a task on his body, and he really can't be delayed, you see that you will let go of the small one, okay?"

Jiang Ping's face was flattering, and he even used words such as 'small'.

The white-clothed nun stared, Qiong's nose was like snow, she snorted, patted the storage bag on her waist, and a light green bag fell into her hand, the small bag looked a bit like a sachet used by mortals, and there was a red tether tied at the exit, she pointed with one hand, the mouth of the bag was opened, and she recited silently in her mouth, Jiang Ping couldn't understand, only to see her push forward with one hand, and sacrifice the bag in her hand, "Come in!"

The small bag actually produced a strong suction, this force was so great, Jiang Ping couldn't resist, the donkey in his arms flew up, the donkey's eyes were full of horror, I saw that it was getting smaller and smaller, and when it was almost in the bag, it was much smaller than the bag and flew directly into the bag, Jiang Ping reacted at this time!

"High-level Spirit Beast Bag!"

The white-clothed nun glanced at him and said, "You know quite a lot, now, you should know how to do it, right?"

Jiang Ping was depressed, the donkey was in her hands, and she really couldn't resist, if the other party was really unfavorable to him, he couldn't take care of the donkey.

He really didn't want to ride the Flying Tiger with this woman, but the enemy was strong and I was weak, so I couldn't resist, so I had to obey. He took a cautious look at Feihu, afraid that Feihu would kick him again, so he walked from behind Feihu to the side, jumped and took off onto Feihu's back.

The area on the back of the flying tiger is not small, and Jiang Ping seems to be sitting on flat ground. The area was so large that it was two feet away from the female cultivator in front of her.

Jiang Ping was afraid that he would accidentally touch her and make her angry, so he moved his ass back and moved away from her.

The white-clothed nun noticed Jiang Ping's small movements, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth under the white gauze scarf, and she urged the flying tiger to jump up. The huge wings fluttered and stirred, and the speed became faster and faster, and the sway pierced into the sky for nearly a hundred feet, rushing into the distance.

The front of the flying tiger forms a light mask, blocking the incoming wind from the light mask. Jiang Ping rode the spirit beast of the foundation building period for the first time, and he was curious, looking east and west, and this action was also to dispel this woman's vigilance.

"Senior, where are you going?"

"Senior, what's your last name?"

"Senior, what is the relationship between you and my master?"

"Senior ......"

"If you say more, I'll cut out your tongue. The woman in white said coldly.

Jiang Ping immediately stopped his mouth and didn't dare to say anything more.

He still can't figure out where this woman came from, if it is his own uncle, but he has never heard of it. If not, she seems to have something to do with her master, well, it seems that she is also thinking about it, and she really can't figure out what the relationship is.

Since you let me follow her, I will follow her.

Jiang Ping's divine sense swept ahead, this was the direction of running towards Blue Flower City, just passing by the edge of Jinhua City. Did she want to go to Blue Flower City? Ten points further to the left, there was Maple Leaf City.

The Flying Tiger flew for an hour without feeling tired at all. Jiang Ping sat on the back of the flying tiger, and when he was bored, he secretly cultivated, and time was precious and could not be wasted.

Half an hour later, before he reached the edge of Jinhua City, Jiang Ping's consciousness moved, and he only felt two fierce breaths flying in front of him.

"Seniors. Jiang Ping kindly reminded.

"Shut up, I've already found out!" The white-clothed female cultivator was shocked in her heart, her divine sense did not find it, but her eyes saw it, she felt surprised, Jiang Ping was only able to cultivate, and the aura around her body entered Jiang Ping's body, she had already noticed it, but Jiang Ping did not stop cultivating and found that there was someone in front of her, could it be that her divine sense found out? So how strong is his divine sense? Could it be that his divine sense is even stronger than the late stage of foundation building?

Is it possible that the Divine Consciousness that surpassed the late stage of foundation building turned out to be the late stage of Qi refining? He was still sitting behind him, and if he did not do anything wrong to himself, wouldn't it be very dangerous for him. The white-clothed nun looked uncertain, and before she could make a decision, the two figures in front of her flew in front of her.

The flying tiger braked sharply, and the two sides confronted each other in the air.

The white-clothed nun stared at one of the middle-aged monks with wide apricot eyes and angry eyes.

"It's you who peep on me!"

Jiang Ping also looked at it, and the two on the opposite side were both male monks, who came to the two of them, stepping on the void, looking like an immortal.

A white-bearded old man, wearing a light blue robe, stepping on a pair of cloud shoes, holding a stalk of floating dust, fairy wind bones. Jiang Ping was shocked in his heart, "Aren't these the shoes worn by the Taoist priest during the ceremony of the Jiao altar? This old Taoist priest has just come down from the dojo?

The other middle-aged man was also dressed in a light blue robe, but there was no floating dust, holding a long sword in his hand, his face was chubby and white and tender, and at first glance, he was almost the same as Jiang Ping.

This middle-aged man turned out to be in the late stage of foundation building!

Jiang Ping was even more surprised that this old way was also in the late stage of foundation building, and this momentum actually had a faint feeling of a master. Jiang Ping's heart turned over the river, he knew the strength of his master Wang Ming, and he had killed a monk of the same level like chopping melons and vegetables, if this old Taoist had the strength of his master, then the two of them would ......

"Daddy, it's her, it's her, your old man wants to help me. The middle-aged monk on the opposite side pulled the sleeve of the old man's coat and said coquettishly.

"These two Taoist priests turned out to be father and son?"

Jiang Ping suddenly had goosebumps on the ground, and this middle-aged man actually made the action of a child asking for candy from an adult.

The old Taoist priest patted the middle-aged monk on the shoulder and comforted: "An'er, don't worry, don't worry. The middle-aged man was coquettish, hiding behind the old man, and from time to time he peeked at the girl in white.

The old man stabilized the middle-aged man, took a few steps forward, and said, "This Taoist friend, the old Taoist sword Xuzi, this is a child Jian'an, known as Jian'an Taoist, just when he met a Taoist friend in Xiaojing Lake, he abruptly apologized to the Taoist friend. In fact, the child admires and is difficult to help himself, so the old Taoist licks his face and asks the Taoist friend to ask for the child's marriage, do you think the Taoist friend agrees?"

Jiang Ping's eyes widened, peeping at him, and he still admired! Your son looks like a mentally handicapped child, and he even wants to ask for a kiss from a beauty, and he doesn't know if he can plant flowers with a few folds on his old face!

Jiang Ping suddenly found that the figure of the beautiful woman in front of him trembled, and stood up straight from the tiger's back: "Dengzi!

She sacrificed a bracelet with her bare hands, only to see that the bracelet emitted a green light, and it illuminated the nearby ten zhang land transparently!