Among the seven foundation-building monks, there is also a lucky person with a mustache, just a monk in the early stage of foundation building, only a fragment of a magic weapon flew in his direction, he slashed at it, the knife in his hand was cut off, and the fragment of the magic weapon also changed direction, and he was not injured.

Under the injury, everyone was shocked, and they all took out the fragments of the magic weapon in their bodies, with a look of resentment.

"It turned out to be a fragment of a high-level magic weapon!"

Jiang Ping was stunned, he couldn't believe it.

"Little guy, you might as well tell the real person now, what kind of exercises is your Fa?" Li Mubai's voice sounded in Jiang Ping's ears.

Li Mubai smiled coldly, what kind of character he is, how could he care about Jiang Ping's life and death. Originally, he didn't bother to do anything to Jiang Ping for his sake, but at this time, his junior nephews and juniors were all injured, and no one could break this little guy's law except himself.

"It doesn't matter what secrets you have, the real person just needs to take you back and figure you out well, and then let you survive but not die!

Jiang Ping suddenly felt that his shoulders sank, and his right shoulder was pinched by Li Mubai, and Jiang Ping, who was in pain, almost screamed.

"Click!"

Jiang Ping really wanted to say that Cha Yi was a puppet who had lived for tens of thousands of years, not a human monk. But he hesitated in his heart, but he still didn't want to break the tea, so he held back his words.

Li Mubai sneered, and reached out to capture Jiang Ping.

"I have heard that the wind has been spreading for tens of thousands of years, can any of your friends live for tens of thousands of years?"

"Does that senior know the secret method of sixteen grids?" In order to delay time, Jiang Ping threw out everything he could know related to the Great Monk, only hoping that the other party would have some scruples and let him go.

"Good fruit wine, the strength of the spiritual power can help the monks in the late stage of foundation building to break through, but this kind of fruit wine can also be brewed by Li Mubai, you actually said that it is brewed by a predecessor who is even more powerful than the god transformation stage, I am really not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue. ”

Li Mubai took the wine jug in his hand, there was only half a jug of fruit wine left, opened the lid and smelled it.

"Look at this wine, that's what he gave me!"

"No, he is a senior who is a hundred times more powerful than the god of transformation, you say he is a little guy?" Jiang Ping calmed down, he couldn't escape anyway, so delay time! He sneered, reached out and took out a small wine jug from the storage bag and threw it to Li Mubai.

Li Mubai smiled, "Your friend, the little guy in the Qi refining period?"

"If you dare to touch me, my friend will not let you go!"

In the sky above Funiu Mountain, Jiang Ping shouted loudly.

When Qingle Zhenren received the summons, he was so shocked that he almost jumped to his feet.

"Li Mubai! It's you! If you dare to hurt my apprentice, I'm happy to be with you!"

Thousands of miles away, a golden Dapeng bird roared by, and a startled monk fell from the sky and shouted 'Divine Bird'!

Li Mubai sneered and said disdainfully: "You Qingle is just a mid-stage Jindan monk, and you are not qualified to let the real person give you face." ”

This is a record, not a god or something, and he can't think, he speaks concisely and to the point, Qingle is really humane, and he asks to let Jiang Ping go for a face, otherwise he is a mortal enemy!

"This Taoist friend, in Xia Qingle, is a real person in Qingshimen Jindan, Jiang Ping is in the next grandson, please give Qingle a thin face, Qingle will definitely be thanked. Otherwise, Qingle will definitely not die!"

Outside the floating stone, the image of Qingle real people appeared in front of Li Mubai's eyes like an ink painting.

Seeing this, Li Mubai glanced at the corner of his mouth with a hint of a smile: "It's so powerful, there can be something else in the Floating Shadow Stone, it should be a communication talisman, right? This Qingle real person is worthy of being a master of refining! Even a floating shadow stone can be practiced superbly." ”

Suddenly, a golden light flew out of the white jade and quickly disappeared into this place.

Jiang Ping was shocked and took out a small white jade from the storage bag, which was the third treasure given to Jiang Ping by Qingle Zhenren, the Floating Shadow Stone. Jiang Ping quickly cast a few spells, and pointed at the white jade, and the white light flashed in the white jade, and a portrait flashed.

"You can't touch me! My ancestor is a true person from Qingle!"

"Don't struggle anymore, you can't escape!" Li Mubai took a few steps under his feet, flashed a few phantoms and came to Jiang Ping.

Jiang Ping was unwilling, and once again shrunk the ground into inches, only to see Jin Dan Zhenren point out, and the ethereal feeling immersed in the front of the Mud Pill Palace was instantly interrupted, and the steps under his feet were interrupted, and he almost stepped into the air and fell off Funiu Mountain.

So, is there any chance of escape?

And shrinking the ground into inches was unexpectedly stopped halfway!

"Impossible!" Jiang Ping's complexion changed drastically, his biggest reliance was on his divine sense and law, but in front of him was a real Jindan real person, how could his divine sense be comparable to a Jindan real person!

Jiang Ping hurriedly performed it again, but found that he had no success at all when he stepped out.

Jiang Ping was shocked, he shrunk the ground into inches just now, he thought that he would appear ten miles away, but he didn't expect to be shocked from the ethereal step realization.

"Xiao'er, let you escape today, what is the face of my Li Mubai walking in the immortal cultivation realm!" He let out a long roar, a copper shovel appeared in his hand, and he pointed forward sharply, and Jiang Ping, who had just shrunk into inches, suddenly staggered from three miles away.

Li Mubai's cyan robe fluttered in the wind, and his long timber stood in the air, like a mountain, standing still.

Seeing Jin Dan Zhenren, Jiang Ping didn't have any chance of luck, and slipped away directly.

For example, if an opponent has practiced the secret art of condensing soil, he can directly use it to turn the soil into rock or cut off the space to lock the enemy and easily capture it.

Not only that, the life span of the Jindan monk is 400 years! Who knows what terrifying secret techniques have been practiced, the secret techniques are not better than the main exercises, they do not improve their cultivation, they are more inclined to attack, defense, and even alchemy, formations, and so on.

What are you kidding, there is still a little hope for maneuvering in the later stage of foundation building, Jin Dan Zhenren is completely different from the foundation building monks, and the mana is condensed into Dan, also known as Dan power, and from this point alone, it is ten times stronger than the foundation building monks!

Jiang Ping was so frightened that he directly shrunk the ground into inches, not daring to hesitate at all!

"Jindan real person!"

This roar almost startled Jiang Ping to stand unsteadily and fall from the sky, he was shocked that his undetermined divine sense swept towards the man in green shirts, but he found that the people in green shirts were empty, and he couldn't find this person in his divine sense!

As soon as this feeling came out, I was so ashamed that I almost vomited blood.

Liu Sanhui and others were overjoyed, and they had a feeling of being bullied and coming to the rescue from their parents.

"It's Uncle Li!"

There was a loud shout in the sky in the distance, and a man in a green shirt flew with a sword.

"Xiao'er, you are looking for death!"

Baizhang, this is a safe distance, Jiang Ping can easily dodge the attack of any foundation building monk, and use the ground to shrink into inches to escape.

The four people on the other side are all foundation building monks, and only one is in the early stage of foundation building, and the others are all in the late stage of foundation building, as long as they stay in front of Senior Brother Li for a moment, they will be besieged by the other three, and Senior Brother Li is the strongest, his dying blow is definitely the most deadly, Jiang Ping is not far away from betting his life on a dying person.

Jiang Ping didn't dare to stay at all, he didn't even dare to slash the Huang Feng downward to break Senior Brother Li's chest, and disappeared directly in the same place, appearing a hundred zhang away.

Suddenly, a person appeared in front of Senior Brother Li, and a long sword pierced into his chamber, and Senior Brother Li looked down sharply, and his heart had been pierced by a long sword.

Senior Brother Li, Meng Jing, and Monk Hu, who were still alive, were shocked, and hurriedly enveloped their senses.

He dodged abruptly, and his divine sense swept out in all directions, guarded, not daring to be careless.

Liu Sanhui's divine sense had been paying attention to Jiang Ping, and when he saw Jiang Ping disappearing, he was shocked and shouted, "Be careful!"

Jiang Ping's foot took the next step, and suddenly disappeared.

"Hehe, you wouldn't have thought that you would be ambushed by a Qi Refining Cultivator, and you wouldn't have thought that this little Qi Refining Cultivator would dare to carry out a sneak attack in front of several major Foundation Refining Cultivators!"

Jiang Ping smiled coldly, the fragments of the magic weapon had already flown away and disappeared, so at this time, the sneak attack would not be accidentally injured by the fragments of the magic weapon.

Senior Brother Li stretched out his hand and tapped on his leg to stop the bleeding from his thigh, and all the monks wrapped up their wounds and took the elixir.

"A group of foundation building cultivators were actually calculated by a small qi refining cultivator, once this matter is reported, what face will they and others have a foothold in the world!"

Could it be that he saw that the ground was shrunk into inches...... It's not that there is no such possibility, his ancestor is a real person in the middle of Jindan, this person dares not to give face to the ancestor, and his strength is definitely not weaker than the ancestor, and it is really nothing to have such an eyesight. ”

He understood the attraction of an immortal art to monks, and a monk like Li Mubai, for the sake of an immortal art, would not hesitate to make enemies even if he was an enemy of the entire immortal cultivation world.

"No, you can't say it, if you don't say it, you still have a chance to save your life, if you say it, you will be killed directly!"