Five years later, "creaking", the long-dusty stone door slowly opened, and a ray of sunlight shone in, making Zhang Zhiping, who had not seen the sun for a long time, squint his eyes with enjoyment. Facing the sun, he walked out, gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, and opened his eyes to look at the blue sky and white clouds and the boundless sea in the distance.

"Ah~" yawned comfortably, stretched his waist, and Zhang Zhiping, who was rejuvenated, felt the majestic mana all over his body, and his heart was even more happy. Now his mana reserves have surpassed that of ordinary foundation building Great Perfection monks, and in terms of physical fitness alone, it is no less than some specialized physical cultivation, and the combination of two by two makes the time for his celestial and human induction directly doubled, and it has been extended by ten breaths.

It's a pity that this makes his lower dantian still not reach perfection, and he still needs to continue to accumulate for a few years. Therefore, blindly attaching importance to the foundation is not a good thing, the stronger the foundation, the more time and resources are required to cultivate, for most immortal cultivators, the gains outweigh the losses, and they are prone to all kinds of accidents. And how to coordinate the ratio of foundation and cultivation is a big question in the immortal cultivation world.

Zhang Zhiping has an external body, so he can naturally consolidate his foundation to his heart's content, "Ren Yuan Gong" has been temporarily cultivated by him to an extreme, and then as long as he continues to cultivate with the progress of cultivation, in this way, his path of heaven and man can be said to have officially set sail, so step by step, one day he will become a real celestial.

Zhang Zhiping, who had just come out of the customs, didn't want to retreat immediately, and after thinking about it, his consumption in the past few years has been quite large, and he has to go to the Spirit Pavilion to replenish it, and the agreed time with Luo Futong has also expired, so he just sent a batch of talismans over first. By the way, I don't know how Wu Yong is doing now.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiping's heart moved, and he leisurely flew towards Wu Yongdong, which was not far away. Wu Yong's cave house is the seventeenth cave house, located in the valley below the bottom of the cliff, the birds and flowers are fragrant inside, the pond water is clear, there is a stream crossing it, talking about the scenery, and Zhang Zhiping's daily climbing height and looking into the distance, the sunset sea view has its own merits, no equal.

Zhang Zhiping fell into the valley, looking at the beautiful scenery in the valley and showing a trace of regret, but it is a pity that such a beautiful scenery, Wu Yong will not appreciate the stuffy gourd, he stays in a cave every day, and he will not still be in retreat now. Zhang Zhiping shook his head, his mind swept away, the ban was not unexpected, but this ban state?

Zhang Zhiping didn't care about it at first, but soon found out that the last time the ban was opened was five years ago, when Wu Yong left Lingyuan Island to hunt.

Hmm~ What's the matter, Wu Yong hasn't come back since he left five years ago? Zhang Zhiping was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that something was wrong, and all kinds of thoughts appeared in his mind, and he said goodbye without saying goodbye? Or did an accident happen? His relaxed mood suddenly disappeared and began to groan.

Judging from Wu Yong's performance when he left, it didn't look like he was leaving, so it should be an accident. However, there are so many accidents in the immortal cultivation world, and Zhang Zhiping can't guess what the specific accident is. He thought about it, didn't stay any longer, and went directly to the Spirit Pavilion of Flying Fish City.

The business of the Ling Pavilion is as good as ever, and the monks who go in and out are all monks in the foundation building period, no worse than the Treasure Pavilion and the Treasure Building on the mainland, Zhang Zhiping is also an acquaintance, and he came to the living room in a light car, quietly drinking tea and waiting. After a while, Luo Futong came over laughing: "Brother Zhang, you haven't seen you in the past five years, and your cultivation has made a lot of progress." ”

Luo Futong's eyesight is extremely accurate, although he can't see through Zhang Zhiping's specific cultivation, but he keenly feels that Zhang Zhiping has put a lot more pressure on him, and he can't help but pay more attention to Zhang Zhiping.

Zhang Zhiping smiled modestly and said, "Deacon Luo is polite, where can I compare to Deacon Luo's wealth, I'm afraid it won't be long before Deacon Luo can exchange it for a golden pill." ”

The Spirit Pavilion belongs to the Spirit League, Luo Futong is a professional manager, as long as he earns enough spirit stones for the Spirit Alliance, he can directly exchange the knot gold pill, the road is clear, and the goal is clear, so he has been doing his best to take care of the Spirit Pavilion, and he only needs to maintain a certain amount of daily cultivation every day.

When Luo Futong heard this, he raised his eyebrows proudly, and then lost no time in probing: "In this case, why don't Brother Zhang join my Spirit Alliance early, and save yourself from running around for spirit stones all day?"

Zhang Zhiping smiled, didn't make any moves, and said bluntly: "Deacon Luo, you know that I am a little careful, I can't compare to such selfless heroes, and besides, at this time, am I also serving the Spirit League?" After speaking, he took out twenty high-grade water talismans.

The atmosphere in the world of cultivating immortals is like this, everyone knows that nothing is more important than their own lives and cultivation. When Luo Futong saw the water talisman, he temporarily extinguished the intention of wooing Zhang Zhiping, forget it, it seems that this Zhang Zhiping has made up his mind to cultivate in peace, but since this is the case, don't blame him for everything according to the rules when the time comes.

Luo Futong's enthusiasm in his heart suddenly decreased a lot, but he opened the door to do business, paid attention to harmony and made money, and he would not fall out with Zhang Zhiping directly because of this little thing, so the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he continued to talk and laugh with Zhang Zhiping.

However, Zhang Zhiping immediately felt that Luo Futong's words had become a little formulaic, and he felt helpless for a while, this kind of thing is inevitable, and it is impossible for everything to follow his own wishes. However, in this case, it is not good to ask the Ling Pavilion for help and investigate the matter of Wu Yong.

After all, both of them came from the same place, Wu Yong disappeared for five years at once, and he couldn't pretend that nothing had happened, at least he had to investigate briefly to confirm Wu Yong's safety. So Zhang Zhiping and Luo Futong chatted casually for a few more words, and then left directly, Luo Futong smiled and nodded, but did not send him to the door as before.

Leaving Flying Fish City, Zhang Zhiping did not return to the cave mansion, but left Lingyuan Island and came to Menqian Island. The island in front of the door is still prosperous, and countless huge ships surround the island, unloading a large number of materials, and leaving with a large number of finished products.

Lingyuan Island belongs to the interior of the overseas human race area, although it is not an important workshop area, but it also undertakes some logistics tasks, coupled with internal exchanges, so the sea trade of Lingyuan Island is very prosperous. Zhang Zhiping walked on the island in front of the door, feeling the hustle and bustle of the surrounding people, and he was still feeling this different scenery with great interest. All the way forward, soon came to the demon hunting hall on the island.

As the name suggests, the Demon Hunting Hall is the place where the monks are organized to hunt demon beasts, as soon as he enters here, Zhang Zhiping immediately smells a faint bloody aura lingering in the meantime, at a glance, the monks in groups of three and three gather together to transmit and talk, and there is also a trace of evil on their bodies, which makes people not feel a touch of coldness.