"Qingle, why don't you introduce us to this fairy on the side?"

A handsome and elegant monk raised his beautiful eyebrows, smiled with thin lips, and a merry mole at the corner of his mouth moved, and the folding fan in his hand shook, and with a brush, the fan opened and snorted a few times, and the wind was extremely merry.

The two huge words are particularly eye-catching: Merry!

"Jiang Tong, you haven't been allowed to go out on a mission recently, do you hear?" Jiang Ping admonished.

Two calls woke Jiang Ping up from his fantasy, and when he opened his eyes, Jiang Tong stood in front of Jiang Ping.

"Senior brother, senior brother?"

Jiang Ping returned to Pingtou Mountain after seven years.

And then there are his parents......

Jiang Ping suppressed this thought in his heart with one finger, and rarely touched it, he had a great fear in his heart, and this was one of them.

If he returns to Cheng'an County, the vicissitudes of life, and the beauty turns into dry bones, where should he go, and what is the use of cultivating to become an immortal?

Even if he was a genius like Ling Feiyan, it would take him at least a few hundred years of cultivation to reach the realm of transformation, right? But that's, is Zhao Wenjun still there? She was just an ordinary mortal, a mortal who couldn't even be cultivated by a high-level martial artist!

At this time, he was twenty-one years old, and he was only a budding monk, and he was more than 108,000 miles away from the ancient voice mentioning the realm of transforming gods!

Jiang Ping felt a pain every time he thought of this.

Besides, Jiang Ping's heart has always been thinking of a girl, a little girl who can do everything for him, she should be slim and gentle at this time, right?

Jiang Ping thought about it for a long time and couldn't figure out what was going on in the girl's family, even if he thought about whether Jing Chuyan liked him, but this thought was immediately driven out of his mind, after all, the two of them were impossible in terms of strength and age.

Jing Chuyan stopped Jiang Ping, asked him about his recent situation and cultivation progress, and then let Jiang Ping leave. Somehow, Jiang Ping felt that Jing Chuyan had something to say and didn't say it, and looking at her expression, she seemed to be hesitating about something.

He now knew why Qingle Zhenren would bring him here, and there was a young monk next to many Jindan Zhenren, it turned out that this was a tacit matter for all Jindan Zhenren.

All the real people came to their senses, chatted a few words and left one after another. Jiang Ping's participation in this grand event of Jindan Zhenren has greatly improved his vision, knowledge, and realm, and it is also the most important step in his growth.

Jiang Ping didn't believe that they were all asleep. This is just the sleep of people's subconscious, and in the dantian of every real person, there are Yuan Shen, and no one dares to underestimate their strength. As long as there is a slight movement, the real people will be driven away from the alcohol and sober up.

After that, things like cultivation, alchemy, refining tools and even spirit beasts and so on were all talking about it, this grand event lasted for three days and three nights, and the spirit wine drank barrels after barrels, and the real people did not completely melt away the wine, so they got drunk here.

Immediately, all the Jindan real people talked about the limit of heaven, that is, the life limit given by heaven and earth.

Jin Dan Zhenren is four hundred years old, even if he lives for a while, it will not be too long, and when the life limit comes, they can vaguely feel the time limit of their death, waiting for death, it is a very painful process, and many monks will collapse in their hearts at this time and do some incredible things.

"Old, no one here is older than me. ”

"Brother, ......" Qingle Zhenren was startled, and the other monks also looked at Yuan Zhenren, only Yuan Zhenren did not move, and drank a glass of spiritual wine.

Yuan Zhi Zhenren laughed, poured the wine in his hand into the wine glass, and said to Qingle: "Qingle, this time, Yuan Zhen has to bother a few more times, and your Yuan Zhi brother's lifespan is in these two years!"

"Hey, we old guys haven't seen each other for more than ten years, and the two real people who met Hui Luan and Zixue last time are gone, and I don't know how many of us old guys will still be alive next time we get together. ”

Jiang Ping thought wildly, and then heard the sigh of Qingle Zhenren.

This is a huge part of the power of the entire Qingshi Gate, if all these Jindan real people die violently, I am afraid that the Iron Sword Gate of the Golden Sword Sect will attack immediately!

His eyes widened, and he swept over the faces of each Jindan real person, most of these people were some old people, and there were very few middle-aged people. Moreover, there were more than 20 Jindan real people present, and there were only nine female monks, including Jing Chuyan.

"Thank you for coming to Qingle Palace, please be more inconsiderate. "Qingle Zhenren stood up and bowed to everyone. Jiang Ping was not too far away from Qingle Zhenren, but stood behind the main seat, and was regarded as a junior disciple.

In fact, these Jindan Zhenren don't know that among the Yuanying Daoists above their cultivation, Feng Zhenren's father is also called an old monster, but the circle is different, and the people who are called are different.

He is short, but his head is not small, and because of his strange appearance, he is nicknamed the old monster by the Jindan real people. He has a strange temper and doesn't care, but he is extremely fierce towards some real people he hates, and he will never allow them to call him that.

Feng Zhenren nodded slightly, which can be regarded as a response to Qingle Zhenren.

Qingle Zhenren bowed his hand to Feng Zhenren, thanked him for saving face for himself, and walked towards his main seat with Jiang Ping.

The roadless man smiled, didn't care about the futon that the wind stepped on, sat on it casually, and then looked at Jing Chuyan with a pair of thief eyes.

Jiang Ping's heart suddenly suddenly, it turned out to be him, I heard that he was a real person in the late Jindan period, and his skills were extremely mysterious, plus his father was a Yuanying Daoist, and no one dared to provoke him in the Qingshi Gate, so who is this Yang Strange Roadless real person, how dare he easily provoke the wind and injustice, is he also the son-in-law of a certain Yuanying Daoist?

Jiang Ping looked at it, Jing Chuyan squinted at his eyes, and the smile in his eyes could only be seen by Jiang Ping.

"This Feng Zhenren is the famous Feng Buping, that is, Ling Feiyan's master. In Jiang Ping's ears, Jing Chuyan's voice suddenly sounded.

Feng Zhenren didn't hold it with one hand, the short timber stopped at the position of the roadless real person, and stepped on the futon twice, then put his hand behind his back, and returned to his position with a calm face and small steps, looking childish.

"Senior Brother Feng, Senior Brother Feng!" Qingle Zhenren hurriedly shouted twice.

This is the strength of Jindan Zhenren!

Jin Dan Zhenren's move was so fast, Jiang Ping only felt that it was completed between lightning and thunder, and if it was him, even if he was close to Jin Dan Zhenren's divine sense, he would be pierced without a trace of reaction.

He flew straight up, dodged the attack, and was almost pierced by the man's palm.

The real people were shocked, and their handsome faces changed shape.

"What are you talking about?" said the little monk, his beard spread, like an angry lion, and he rose into the air, and a withered palm snatched at the real man without a way.

The real person of Wulu muttered in a low voice, "Suppress...... Hmph, I can't keep my proud disciples, I was killed, and I still have the heart to ......"

"Hehehehe, Feng Zhenren is really domineering, and he suppressed several senior brothers to death with one sentence. At this time, a Jurchen man grinned, stood up, grabbed Jing Chuyan's little hand, and walked towards his seat.

When Dong Ze Zhenren and Yuan Zhenren saw this person, they were immediately silent.

"Yuan Zhen, you just said that if you don't want to drink wine and taste the spirit fruit here, get out! Grinding and chirping with this sissy is really hateful!" At this time, a small monk sitting cross-legged on the futon ate the spirit fruit and said coldly.

Yuan Zhenren, the peacemaker, hurriedly persuaded him: "Two of you, this is the mansion of Qingle, and there is another Jindan real person's grand event, all of them are ......."

The name of the monk who holds the fan is a real person, his face is pale, and he is about to look angrily with a calm face.

"Hehe, you don't know, you caught a few foundation building female cultivators outside, and when you returned to the cave mansion, it is said that the female cultivators are about to suck them dry, and they are allowed to continue to cultivate, as a furnace, this is a matter of heaven's damnation, it is really vicious! Why, you still want to fight this fairy's idea? If you dare to do anything to ruin the reputation of the Qingshi Gate, I, Dong Ze, will not be the first to do it!"

He spoke in an urn and was naturally loud.

"No way real person, are you still alive as an old cultivator, didn't you die on a woman's belly?" The tall monk on the side of Yuan Zhen stood up, and he was as tall as three feet taller than Yuan Zhen Zhenren, and the others were like naughty children in front of him.

"Why?, Senior Brother, Senior Brother still has to do tasks and accumulate some spirit stones......"

Jiang Ping casually handed Jiang Tong a white jade bottle, "This is a Soul Fixing Pill, as long as you become a budding monk, you can break through the foundation building period." But I advise you to go to Qingle Palace to break through, and Uncle Jing will ...... Let her take care of your breakthrough, so I can rest assured. ”

"Soul Fixing Pill?" Jiang Tong was shocked, he had a wide range of contacts, how could the famous Soul Fixing Pill not know! The Treasure Hall sold 1,200 spirit stones at a time, which discouraged many Qi refining cultivators, and the senior brother actually had it!