The eagle-eyed old man was of course Qingle Zhenren, and he hurriedly said, "Let him come in...... No, let's take a trip to the old man. Qingle Zhenren seemed to have thought of something, suddenly changed his mind, hurriedly came out of the cave, and with a sweep of his senses, he saw Jiang Ping standing at the foot of the mountain, stopped by the monk.

Jiang stood quietly, and when he looked up, an old man in a Taoist robe flew down from the sky.

"Ancestor!" Jiang Ping saluted.

Although the young man in Huayi was extremely afraid, he didn't dare to hide, for fear that this person would be angry and slap himself to death.

Jiang Ping's sense is so keen, how can he not know that he is pretending to be unconscious, but Jiang Ping doesn't look down on such a little minion at all, he took a few steps forward, and smiled at the young man in Chinese clothes who was lying on the ground trembling: "What's the matter, the majesty is not up? Now can you tell me who you are and where is Gong Ming?"

That being the case, Suo ...... The porter was ruthless, rolled his eyes, and fell directly to the ground......

Looking at the corner again, the four stout guards were also unconscious, "Four fifth-level martial artists actually fainted silently, how powerful this person is, he actually chased him all the way......" As soon as the porter thought of this, his calves and stomach didn't tremble......

The porter touched the mustache at the corner of his mouth, "You... and you pour ...... It's running, hum, why don't you run! Take him!" no one responded. The porter looked behind him, and the two guards who followed him had passed out and were unconscious.

At this time, the porter chased Jiang Ping with two guards.

"Are you qualified to ask you now?" Jiang Ping took a few steps forward, and the young man in Hua Yi couldn't help but retreat in fright, he had just come out of the inner house, his heel was directly blocking the threshold, and he fell straight to the ground.

"You ......" Huayi Gongzi was furious, although these four guards were not as good as the guards of those big families, but they were also fifth-level martial artists, how could they be slapped by someone, and ...... The scholar in front of him did not touch the guards.

Jiang Ping smiled, his face showed a trace of coldness, he waved his right hand, and a wave of strength came out, and four men with big shoulders and round waists suddenly rushed in front of Jiang Ping and flew out, fell straight to the ground and fell unconscious.

"Yes!" the four guards behind him rubbed their hands and smiled at each other, no one looked down on this seemingly 'thin' little scholar.

The young man in Huayi laughed, "I don't even know who I am, and I dare to break into the palace!

Jiang Ping smiled coldly, "Who are you!"

"Who are you! How dare you trespass into the palace!" Suddenly, a man in gorgeous clothes rushed out of the inner house, followed by four guards with big shoulders and round waists, and the two eyebrows of the boy were upside down, and he glanced at Jiang Ping with a frown.

The palace is worthy of being a mansion, covering an area of twenty acres.

Jiang Ping had a difference in his heart, could it be that Gong Ming had suffered misfortune? He hurriedly strode into the palace and walked directly towards the inner mansion around the shadow wall, extremely fast. The porter in the back gasped for breath, and hurriedly chased after him with two guards, shouting that he couldn't enter.

The porter's face changed, and he shook his sleeves and turned his head to leave.

Jiang Ping snorted coldly: "When you spoke, your face was unnatural, your eyes were fluttering, and you didn't dare to look at Ben Gongzi at all, it seems that you didn't tell the truth to Ben Gongzi." ”

When the porter heard the word 'Gong Ming', his face changed suddenly: "I'm sorry son, there is no son named Gong Ming in our mansion." ”

"Oh, yes. "Jiang Ping is funny, this Gong Ming was really born in a wealthy family. "Gong Ming, is it your first son?"

The porter is in his thirties, with a shrewd face and a small mustache, he smiled with a small mustache: "There may be many people with the surname Gong in Qinghua City, but only our palace family can be called a mansion." ”

Jiang Ping smiled slightly and said, "This is the palace, and there are several palaces in this Blue and White City." ”

A small porter saw that Jiang Ping was extraordinary, especially exuding a certain temperament, looking noble, and hurriedly ran over, "This son, this is the palace, may I ask you to find ......?"

After a long time, Jiang Ping came to a mansion with a plaque of 'Gongfu', Jiang Ping wore a white robe, held a romantic fan, and a smile hung on his chubby face, at first glance, he was an extremely elegant scholar.

"At that time, I promised that if he was willing to follow me, I would not fail him. Jiang Ping sighed and strolled around the city.

As a result, he obtained these two treasures, and there was a mortal named 'Gong Ming', who contributed a lot.

This alchemy furnace is already so powerful, so what about the broken bowl that the black and white balls attach importance to? Jiang Ping didn't dare to imagine it, anyway, he couldn't recognize it, and he didn't dare to let others identify it.

Jiang Ping's current vision was much stronger than in the early stage of Qi refining, and he had already discovered that the three-legged alchemy furnace was actually an alchemy furnace above the level of a spiritual weapon! Jiang Ping smiled bitterly, this inconspicuous alchemy furnace was so powerful, but with his current level of spirit pill master, he didn't even need an alchemy furnace of this level.

In this city, Jiang Ping could not think of much, that inconspicuous small shop, he got a broken bowl and a three-legged alchemy furnace from the shop.

All the way to the west, passing near Qinghua City and Wangwu Mountain, Jiang Ping intended to go in to see the hometown of Qinghua City. It took seven or eight to finally settle down in Qinghua City and enter the city.

"Master actually set up a big array there, it's been a few years, and the Qingzhu real person should be refined to death. ”

"Yang Wuji Trapped Demon Array?" Jiang Ping said goodbye to Qingle Zhenren and flew straight to the west.

The location of the Extreme Valley is relatively far west, and it must be nine thousand miles from Qinghua City, which is located in the middle of nowhere, and it rains all year round, and the fog is clear, and there is no sky.

"Polar Valley. Jiang Ping muttered, took out the map jade slip, and finally found the location of the extreme valley in the corner.

Qingle Ancestor frowned, but still said where Wang Ming was.

"Another thing is where my master is, Jiang Ping has Yi Jindan and Fake Yuan Dan in his hands, I want to hand them over to my master together. Jiang Ping didn't intend to hide it from Qingle Ancestor, so he said it together.

Jiang Ping marked the place where the two giant axe lines were located in the jade slip, and gave one to Qingle Zhenren.

Jiang Ping nodded, I have really heard of the name of this Xun Zhenren, but I have never intersected.

Qingle Zhenren took it and looked at it for a long time before he said: "This seems to be a formation pattern, but this kind of formation pattern is not seen by the old man, I need to ask Xun Zhenren, he is a more powerful formation mage in the Qingshi Gate, and he happens to be here." ”

"Master, you are well-informed, have you ever seen this kind of pattern?" Jiang Ping took out the jade slip that recorded the pattern of the giant axe and handed it to Qingle Zhenren.

Qingle is really humane: "Say." ”

Jiang Ping bowed and said, "Master, Jiang Ping has two things to ask for. ”

"Why are you here, now you are fighting with the three factions of the Golden Sword Sect, you shouldn't have appeared. Qingle Zhenren said urgently. Although Jiang Ping has become a foundation building cultivator, in the face of a battle of this level, Jiang Ping's strength is really not enough, even if he has a talent that defends the sky, he dies when he is a low-level cultivator, and the genius is still a waste material.

"Jiang Ping, come with me. Qingle Zhenren took Jiang Ping to a flat place, and there were no people around for ten miles.

Qingle Zhenren's eyes lit up, he was very satisfied with this little guy, both his cultivation and his character were first-class, the initial investment was not in vain, and he was always thinking about him in his heart.

"I... I am Gong Lou, the eldest son of Gong Qian, the head of the Gong family, you can't ...... You can't kill me!" the young man in Huayi trembled, still talking hard words.

Jiang Ping stretched out his hand and slapped Brother Gongzi's face, of course, he didn't use mana, otherwise, the head of the Qi refining cultivator would also be able to fly away.

"Let me hear another word of nonsense, I'll just blow your head off!" Jiang Ping snorted coldly.