Before going south to the secret realm, it was still a lively market, but today it is extremely deserted, and the few people who visit the market are also in a hurry.

A trip to the secret realm has changed so much, and it has changed a lot.

Even the shouting voices and figures of the main row of shops in Wufeng were much less.

There was only one on the temporary stall on the side of the road, but the stall was also full of low-grade pills and useless things.

Yu Ping wandered around the market, unhurried, and the items on the stalls were presented in his mind one by one under his divine consciousness, and none of them were missed.

It's just that there is never anything that can make Yu Ping stop and take a look.

The vendors at the stalls were not as enthusiastic as they used to be, as if they knew that no one would take a fancy to what they were selling.

"Alas, it seems that I can't pick up a single leak other than a few pairs of herbs for Ping'er and a suitable body refining!" Yu Ping muttered to himself.

"Hey, Brother Yu, Senior Brother Yu. A cry of surprise and confusion sounded from behind.

Yu Ping turned his head when he heard the sound, and a seller with a black scarf covering most of his face and leaving only one eye was standing up slightly hunched under the cane, and shouted to himself in a stall that Yu Ping walked by.

"Yang Min... How would you... Your face?. Yu Ping finally saw the face that ripped off the black scarf.

Although half of his face has been seriously deformed, leaving only a large scar that is still red and purple, it is Yang Min.

Seeing Yu Ping turn around, the only bit of good muscle on Yang Min's face seemed to twitch upward, and then he slowly told about his bad experience.

originally came from Yu Ping's trip to the Nanyun Secret Realm to return to the sect for most of the year;

Yang Min, who was not qualified to enter the Nanyun Secret Realm, and Senior Brother Bai among the three of them finally broke through the foundation building period with the help of two foundation building pills and became a foundation building monk.

Yang Min sighed and said, covering his face with a black scarf.

After Senior Brother Bai successfully built the foundation, the remaining high-level Qi Refining Layer Senior Brother Ma and Yang Min did tasks more frequently to earn spirit stones.

If you want to get ahead, you can only build a foundation, and if you want to build a foundation, you can only work hard to earn spirit stones.

Although there is no one who is the most powerful Senior Brother Bai, Yang Min and Senior Brother Ma have been reciting the Spirit Hunting Sutra for many years, and they are also extremely familiar with this Hengduan Mountain Range, except for the fact that they harvest less each time, they have not encountered any dangers such as fierce beasts.

But not long ago, when Yang Min and Senior Brother Ma returned from Hunting Spirit, they encountered an accident in a place far from the sect.

encountered five high-level masked monks of the Qi refining rank who robbed them halfway, and after Yang Min and Senior Brother Ma gave up what they had gained, the opponent still made a black move.

After a fight, Senior Brother Ma fell on the spot, and Yang Min was also ruined with half of his face ruined, and even almost broke his leg;

If it weren't for the disciples of the same sect who also hunted spirits and passed by to save Yang Min, the consequences would have been certain death.

Afterwards, the sect sent people to check the place where the incident occurred, but they didn't find any clues, but only warned the disciples in the sect to suspend the spirit hunting mission and try to leave the sect as little as possible.

There is no hunting spirit, and there are fewer things to trade, so the market is deserted.

"Brother Yang, what are your plans for the near future?" asked Yu Ping after understanding what had happened.

"Alas, what else can I do, even worldly tasks like I can't do. Yang Min said dejectedly.

"If there is nothing else suitable in the sect, let me help you tell you, then Brother Yang will come to Changming Mountain!" Yu Ping thought for a while and said, whether it was with his status and relationship as a true disciple, this should not be a problem.

"Really, thank you, Brother Yu!" Yang Min said, with a hopeful look in his eyes.

Later, Yu Ping helped Ping'er buy a few herbs for the ointment, and bought some paper talismans at the shop in Qingfeng Mountain before returning to Changming Mountain.

......

In the secret room of Chang Mingshan and Xu Ping'an, there was silence, and the two figures sat cross-legged on the ground, and if you looked closely, there was a transparent membrane separating the two people in the middle.

One of them had opened his eyes, but was still meditating, and he saw his hands pinching, the air seemed to be a ripple, and he saw a satisfied smile on his face;

This person is Xu Ping'an.

The person on the other side was Deng Jiuming, seeing that his eyes were still closed, his face was flushed, and his fingers were shaking as if he was holding a breath, and at a glance, he knew that he was cultivating a secret technique or a prelude to a breakthrough spell.

Suddenly, I saw Xu Ping'an's fingers suddenly volleyed a little in the air, and a transparent membrane seemed to leak out of his fingers, passing through the membrane between the two of them, and then forming a bowl shape to cover Deng Jiuming in it.

At the same time, with a "poof", Deng Jiuming spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, dyeing the transparent cover of the bowl that covered him red, but he didn't see him open his eyes, still sitting cross-legged and pinching his fingers, looking much more relaxed than before anyway.

Xu Ping'an's eyes just looked at Deng Jiuming who was sitting opposite him calmly, and did not make any more movements;

After a while, I saw that Deng Jiuming's forehead did not know when there was a vertical faint black vein, and then slowly the color became thicker, and finally it was like a vertical open eye, but there were no eyes in this eye, but it was just like a thick and viscous black mud, slightly protruding the forehead, but this black mud was like a composition of thousands of particles, slowly wriggling, and the color was constantly changing, and each time it changed into a color, it was from light to thick.

After a long time, the eyes on Deng Jiuming's forehead had turned into a white mist, and he saw Deng Jiuming's magic finger, which had never been moved, and it became as if he was trying to deduce a secret technique.

Xu Ping'an kept staring at the eyes of the watcher and blinked, and a look of surprise appeared on his face, because he found that a small cyan sword could be seen standing in the white mist-like vertical eye, and then with a "ding" sound, the cyan little sword suddenly made a sound and flew out in a circle, as if greeting him affectionately.

Seeing this, Xu Ping'an pinched his hands in the air, and the lines of aura vividly formed a complex talisman pattern, and with a little finger, the pattern went straight to Deng Jiuming's forehead.

When this talisman pattern was attached to Deng Jiuming's forehead, it jumped like a living thing, and when he saw that he was about to fail, Deng Jiuming also opened his eyes with a sigh, and with Xu Ping'an's and two-handed spells, the cyan sword around him disappeared in an instant.

In a moment, the cyan sword actually returned to the white mist vertical eyes on Deng Jiuming's forehead, and Xu Ping'an put his hand away and stopped.

Then, Deng Jiuming's magic technique changed again, the vertical eyes on his forehead closed, there was not even a trace of it, and the small cyan sword disappeared.

"Brother Xu, you're tired!" Deng Jiuming said with a fist.

"You're welcome! we will serve the same master in the future, haha!" Xu Ping'an replied with a smile.

"One master and two servants, hehe!" Deng Jiuming muttered with a twitch on his face after hearing this.

After that, the two exited Xu Ping'an's secret room.

At this time.

Yu Ping, who was also in the cultivation room, was refining talismans.

Suddenly, Yu Ping, who had tried countless times to mobilize the energy of the black vein to draw the talisman without success, only felt that the black vein suddenly shook twice, and he was overjoyed in his heart, thinking that the black vein had finally returned to normal and fell silent again.

Throwing away the waste paper talisman in his hand, Yu Ping immersed himself in contemplation.

"With the current refining bottleneck, it is estimated that it is not so easy to break through in a short period of time, and the Great Sun True Yang Sutra is also a water mill, not so easy, especially the spells inside are even more esoteric and difficult to understand! Several sealing techniques are broad and profound, and they require long-term practice, but this black vein is just useless?"

Looking at the waste paper talisman thrown away on the ground, Yu Ping sighed deeply.

After a while, Yu Ping reluctantly repeated the drawing talisman over and over again, and no longer tried to mobilize the black vein energy, but operated the true qi more carefully, refining all the paper talismans before succeeding in a second-order low-level talisman.

I finally understood that it was not the refining technique that was rusty, but that there was something wrong with the black veins.

"How can we restore the black veins to before? What is this so-called golden dragon qi, and what caused the vibration just now?" Yu Ping thought secretly.

Unconsciously, Yu Ping remembered that he had been in the cultivation room for ten days.

Drill out of the underground training room, through the antique corridor, and come to the courtyard where you live alone.

It's morning, but the sky outside is still dark gray, quiet and depressing.

Yu Ping sat alone in the courtyard, grabbed the teapot and poured it, but it was empty.

"Do you have to recruit a few people, Ping'er's cultivation is also on the right track, and it's not appropriate that there is no one waiting in the entire courtyard. Yu Ping thought secretly.

For a while.

I only heard the sound of running and running outside.

"Senior Brother Yu... Brother!" Ping'er shouted at the door.

"Ping'er, what's wrong, don't you know to send me a message?" Seeing Ping'er, who was a little panicked, Yu Ping stood up and said.

"It's Deng Zhenren looking for you!" Ping'er said quickly.

Yu Ping glanced at Ping'er and was happy, this girl was still so flustered.

After a long time, the corners of Yu Ping's mouth rose, and he looked at the dark sky before asking, "Girl, I know! What else did Deng Zhenren say?"

"No... No, just let me tell you to go to him when you go... Oh! yes...... Deng Zhenren seemed to be very happy. Ping'er thought for a moment and replied.

"Then, in a few days, I'll take you to find Senior Brother Fatty. Yu Ping took out the herbs from the storage bag that Ping'er had bought in Fang City.

Soon after Ping'er left, she brought a bowl of steaming rice porridge, and Yu Ping swallowed it in a few bites, and licked the juice out of the bowl with her tongue out.

Ping'er was amused by the way Yu Ping drank porridge, but when she was about to laugh, she covered her mouth and left silently.

Yu Ping sighed slightly, then clenched his fist again, his face full of determination.

"Is there anything that can't be transmitted directly, and you have to let Ping'er take the talk? Or is it because the secret on my body has been discovered?, or is it related to the mission in the near future?" Yu Ping thought secretly, thinking of all kinds of possibilities.

Of course, what Yu Ping didn't know was that a new page on the road to his cultivation would begin.