The sun rises three times and sets three times in March.

In the sky above Pingtou Mountain, there is a monk in Tsing Yi floating in the air on a donkey. He had a white head and a red face, a red nose, and a trace of drunkenness on his whole face, holding a big gourd in his hand, and muttering in his mouth: "This little broken mountain was actually taken away, I remember that there is a small beast suppressed under this mountain, and I don't know if it is dead." ”

"Hahaha, no matter what, wait for it to come out, I'm afraid my old man won't survive it. The old man smiled, touched his nose, and flew away boringly.

Soon, another monk dressed in colorful clothes came to the sky above Pingtou Mountain, took out the map from the storage ring and took a look, and the location of Pingtou Mountain on the map had a funny name - Pingtou Mountain.

"Pingtou Mountain, what's the matter, how long have I been out, and there is a master here?" the man frowned and flew away from the air.

"Senior brother, senior brother. "This man landed in a quiet mansion on Bailing Mountain.

The mansion of Bailing Mountain is allocated to the monks who patrol the precept gate. These monks are responsible for the vigilance and maintenance of the precept gate, which is already inside the bluestone gate, and there can be no external intrusion, but it is just to maintain the internal order of the precept gate.

In the house, a person came out, and when he saw the colorful monk, he smiled and said, "My brother has been gone for two months, but I can be tired of being a brother." You'll have to help me. ”

"Senior brother's business, by the way, senior brother, how did the small hill near us be occupied?" asked the Colorful Monk with a frown.

The senior brother paused for a moment, and then remembered which mountain the colorful monk was talking about, and said with a smile: "The senior brother is talking about Pingtou Mountain, this is a few days ago." ”

"Pingtou Mountain, such a cheesy name?" the colorful monk wondered, wondering in his heart, is it really called Pingtou Mountain?

"Yes, the brothers of our inspection team all know that it was brought down by two teenagers a few days ago, and they just came here not long ago. Why, brother, why are you interested in them?" This senior brother doesn't know why the junior brother is interested in Xiaoshantou, it's not a secret that Pingtou Mountain has a master, so naturally he won't hide it.

"Two young men, why did they choose this mountain and not go to the Seven-Colored Territory?" the Seven-Colored Monk asked again, "Who did they learn from?"

"Senior brother doesn't know who the teacher is, but don't you know when you go to the precept gate and ask? Senior brother, you just happened to go back to the precept gate to resume your life, you might as well find Senior Brother Jin, who is in charge of the newcomer's territory, he is in charge of the newcomer's territory arrangement. ”

"It's okay, senior brother, I'll go first, and I'll come back later. The Colorful Monk's depressed imperial weapon flew away.

The senior brother looked at the direction in which the Colorful Monk had left and muttered, "Why is Senior Brother Jing interested in this inconspicuous hill?"

What happened outside, Jiang Tong and Jiang Ping in the cave didn't know at all. There are three cave mansions, the big cave mansion is used as a place to entertain guests and put sundries, but there are two small cave mansions, and Jiang Ping and Jiang Tong occupy one each.

Jiang Pingpan sat on the stone bed, his brows furrowed slightly, he always felt that someone was peeping outside, his consciousness was too weak, and he couldn't leave his body to investigate the situation outside, so he could only suppress this uneasiness in his heart.

"After three days of cultivation, I can only run thirteen times with all my strength today, it seems that I have underestimated this exercise a little, and it is really different from the martial arts exercise. Jiang Ping opened his eyes and paced slowly in the cave, thinking carefully about how he had felt in the past three days.

"In the past three days, the soul and spirit have been significantly condensed, and they have a shape, but the height is as high as five feet and seven inches! Although it is high, it is too empty, and the next thing that is needed is to refine the body shape, and it seems that it must be refined three thousand times according to the master's words, in order to refine the soul and spirit to one inch and one point. ”

Jiang Ping checked the bear meat in the storage bag and smiled bitterly, Master thought it could last for ten days, but now he has eaten more than half of it, and he will eat it in three days at most, what should he do with the remaining two days? Could it be that he went out hunting by himself?

Senior Brother Niu is not there either, his own aura is insufficient, hey, he is too constrained by his lack of strength! Otherwise, fly out of the mountain, hunt one or two fierce beasts, and roast them with spiritual fire and eat them. It's infuriating that this lack of strength has to persist for several months.

"Qiling Xiao Zhou Tianfa" is just an exercise for cultivating the soul and the gods, not for the luck of Zhou Tian to increase the aura and increase the strength, that is, there is no main exercise, and the master has not passed on, how can he increase his strength.

Although Jiang Ping was depressed in his heart, he still practiced step by step according to Wang Ming's teachings.

Ring door.

The monk surnamed Jing couldn't help but exclaim. "It's him!"

Mo Yang smiled, "Senior Brother Jing, don't think about dealing with him, his master Wang Ming's life limit is coming, you might as well wait for Wang Ming to die before you pinch him." By the way, you forgot that our Jiemen Liao Shizu and Wang Ming are mortal enemies, Wang Ming is still in the late stage of foundation building, but Ancestor Liao has entered the Jindan period for more than 50 years, you might as well release this news to Ancestor Liao. ”

The monk surnamed Jing slapped his thigh, "Yes, I can't do anything about him, and the ancestor, isn't it?" Thank you, Senior Brother Mo." ”

Mo Yang saw that the monk surnamed Jing walked away happily, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "If someone else is the first bird, it shouldn't be able to rely on me." ”

"The day before yesterday, Wang Ming actually killed Lou Huan in the Chopping Stage, and there was no suspense at all. He Lou Huan is also a famous figure in the late stage of foundation building, and he didn't survive a few rounds, it's really shocking, this Wang Ming has won the title of the first qi refining cultivator in thousands of years!"

As soon as Mo Yan thought of Wang Ming's sharp sword on the platform, all of Lou Huan's resistance and protection were destroyed, and his body turned into a rain of blood...... He couldn't help but shudder, he really couldn't imagine that the monks in the foundation building period could be so strong, and they actually felt a little like a Jindan ancestor.

Just three days passed in a hurry, the master did not come again, Jiang Ping smiled bitterly, as a last resort, he walked out of the cave, looked at the surrounding mountains, and did not dare to walk in easily. In the bluestone gate, there are a lot of beasts nearby, and the bluestone gate will never clean up these beasts, and it feels more like doing nothing and letting them grow. It can not only rely on these beasts to block mortals, but also fight tooth sacrifices for gluttonous monks.

Fighting the tooth sacrifice also requires strength, Jiang Ping's monk cultivation is nothing, only some martial arts strength, it is okay to deal with ordinary small beasts, and slightly larger beasts can only give them a tooth sacrifice.

How can you fill your stomach? Jiang Ping was a little depressed, this is not the seven-color realm where you can apply for some rations, you can't rely on the sect, then you can only rely on self-reliance.

"That's right, the pond!" Jiang Ping thought that there was a pond near the cave, and there should be some fish, although it didn't have the essence of bear meat, but it could fill his stomach.

If you think of it, you can do it, and you can't delay it. He went into the woods and found a long, slender stick, sharpened one end, and ran to the edge of the pond, where he waited for the fish to emerge and stabbed to death!

Jiang Ping's patience is not comparable to his peers, and this stop is half an hour, motionless.

However, Jiang Ping did not gain anything.

Jiang Ping couldn't help but look at the pond, it was not very big, and it would only take half a cup of tea to walk around. How come there is not a single fish? Am I going to go to the center of the pond to catch it?

Jiang Ping was depressed in his heart, and suddenly two red fish swam in the pond, Jiang Ping's eyes lit up, and he picked up the wooden stick in his hand, and when the fish swam closer, he found that these were two small fish three fingers long, which were not small for ordinary mortals, but Jiang Ping's appetite was too amazing, and it was less than a point full to eat all these two fish.

Suddenly, a man's voice came from outside.

"Is Senior Brother Jiang Ping and Jiang Tong here, Jing Yu is visiting. ”

Jiang Ping turned the aura into his eyes and looked out, the hidden formation was instantly penetrated by his eyes, and a monk in colorful clothes stood outside the formation and bowed his hand to the array.

"Who is this person, and how do you know the names of me and my junior brother?"