Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 14
"By the way, Brother Chen, do you know this person?"

Taking advantage of Chen Xintong's happy mood, Xue Wen rolled his eyes, unfolded a thin animal skin, and asked Chen Xintong.

There is only a portrait of a human face on the animal skin, which is exactly the appearance that Chen Ping transformed with a real mask.

Chen Xintong took a closer look, and said: "This man is a monk who is on the boat on Haichang Island, and he is going to Yunquan Island. His face is very familiar, and he has never seen it before."

Xue Wen's eyes lit up, and there were only a handful of forces in Haichang Island that had the protection of foundation-building monks.

If this kid has a big background, Chen Xintong should be familiar with him.

In other words, this person might really be the kind of casual cultivator who was lucky enough to make a fortune.

"Why, Brother Xue asked him why?"

Chen Xintong changed his mind and asked with a half-smile.

Just now when Chen Ping entered the inner hall of Tianbao Pavilion, he also noticed it.

But this is normal, Baiye Island has superb boat-making skills, and monks go there every time they pass by.

But there are very few qi cultivators who can really afford a spirit boat.

With these extra spirit stones, it would be more practical to add a top-grade magic weapon or a high-grade elixir.

Xue Wen coughed a few times, and whispered: "This kid on the sixth floor of Qi training is a fat sheep! Not only did he buy a spirit boat, but he also carried a Baifang storage bag. I estimate that this person is worth at least three Thousand Lingshi!"

"so what?"

Chen Xintong sneered, and said teasingly: "Your Xue family is now opening their doors to do business, is it possible that you are still thinking about the old business of killing people and stealing goods?"

More than 200 years ago, the ancestors of the Xue family were still casual practitioners.

It does a lot of evil, and specializes in robbing and killing low-level monks for a living.

Later, the ancestors of the Xue family, who had seized a large amount of resources, succeeded in building a foundation and acted even more recklessly, even killing several direct descendants of the Meng family.

The Meng family sent people to suppress them in a rage, and the ancestors of the Xue family had to join the Chen family to save their lives.

After repelling the Meng family, the Chen family gave the ancestor of the Xue family an island rich in resources, that is, Baiye Island, for him to start a family.

For this reason, the Xue family attached itself to the Chen family as their minions.

He has always been loyal and obedient.

Xue Wen automatically ignored Chen Xintong's contemptuous attitude towards his ancestors, smiled bitterly, and said, "Brother Chen doesn't know the situation of my younger brother. My father seems to value me the most on the surface, and entrusted me to take care of Tianbao Pavilion."

"But he has a lot of wives and concubines, and over a hundred children and grandchildren. Most of the island's income has been dispersed, leaving me with very little."

"My little brother, if he wants to make further progress in the immortal way, he can only rely on himself to work hard."

Chen Xintong snorted coldly, he was very clear about Xue Wen's virtues.

What he said was grandiose, but in fact he just wanted to do something that would kill him and get money very quickly.

Seeing Chen Xintong's unhappy face, Xue Wen hurriedly said: "Brother Chen, I will take care of this matter with my younger brother. If it can be done, then we can add two to five of the boy's belongings, is it feasible?"

Chen Xintong hesitated for a while, then suddenly opened his tightly locked eyebrows, and said without changing his face: "If you want to do it, do it cleanly, and don't leave any clues!"

"You know, the Great Elder has always been jealous. If he finds out, I won't be able to protect you."

"Brother Chen is at ease. I have arranged for trusted people to follow him. I will find a chance to do it when I stay away from Baiye Island. I will never let Brother Chen get into any trouble."

Seeing that Chen Xintong agreed, Xue Wen heaved a sigh of relief, and a meaningful smile curled up on his lips.

Once on his boat, Chen Xintong will never get off easily in the future!

"Proprietor!"

At this time, a hoarse and harsh voice sounded outside the house.

"Come in!"

After Xue Wen's words fell, a short and thin man in a black robe pushed the door in. Seeing other people in the room, he looked a little hesitant.

Xue Wen pretended to be sullen and said: "This is my best friend, Xue Jiu, you can speak up if you have something to say."

"My lord, that kid boarded the spirit boat at the ferry."

Xue Jiu told the truth.

"very good!"

Xue Wen hissed, then laughed ferociously.

If Chen Ping escaped into the vast sea in the spirit boat he bought, even if he had the means to track him, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But Chen Ping chose to return to the spirit boat of the Chen family, everything is still under control!

Xue Wen said unquestionably: "Xue Jiu, take Eleven and Thirteen with you, and if you finish the matter well, I will reward you a lot."

"Remember, it must be cleaned up!"

"Yes!"

Xue Jiu clasped his fists in response, and quickly left the backyard.

Xue Wen sat down calmly, and calmly helped Chen Xintong fill up the wine.

He really had nothing to worry about.

Three qi-training seven-level besieged and killed one qi-training six-level, and Xue Jiu and the others were desperadoes he trained with great effort, and were good at combined attack spells.

The three join forces, even the elites cultivated by the big families will have no way out!

……

"Xue Yun, your uncle's dog life has been reserved first."

In the box on the second floor of the spirit boat, Chen Ping looked at the gorgeous sunset in the sky and muttered to himself.

The so-called wealth is not exposed, but he did the opposite.

After hiding the aura of the identity of the direct line of the Chen family, the loose cultivator "Lu Yu" successfully attracted the coveted wolves.

Not long after he left Tianbao Pavilion, he found a Qi-training seventh-level monk following behind him, walking vigorously and tending to be silent, obviously quite good at hiding.

There is no need to guess, this person must have been sent by Xue Wen, and the property he exposed will eventually make people miss.

Chen Ping is not a kind person.

Since Xue Wen intended to murder him first, don't blame him for being ruthless.

Since he returned to the boat, three new monks have been recruited one after another, all of whom are at the seventh level of Qi training.

The aura of one of them was the same as that of the rat who followed him before.

They sat on the first floor of the cabin, with a distance of Zhang Xu from each other, as if they had nothing to do with each other.

Chen Ping sneered, and took a bigu pill calmly.

Even if all three of them were in the same group, he was not afraid of anything.

The three monks at the seventh level of Qi training are no different from ants, and they can be killed with one sword.

As the sun set, Chen Xintong returned to the ship with a drunken face and entered the front row of boxes.

With an order, the spirit boat that had stayed for three hours started again, and slowly left the Baiye Island ferry.

……

Two days later, the spirit boat finally arrived at Yunquan Island.

During this period, he passed through many islands, but Chen Ping did not disembark again, but stayed in the box to practice exercises.

And the three monks who boarded the ship from White Leaf Island have not had any communication.

"Yunquan Island is here, please leave the spirit boat within a quarter of an hour!"

Chen Xintong's voice sounded again.

Then, a cabin full of monks entered the island one after another.

Chen Ping walked slowly at the end and boarded the shore.

It's the beginning of spring, and the trees on Yunquan Island are green, the grass sprouts, and it's full of vitality.

Sensing the three "tails" following closely behind him, Chen Ping pursed his lips, avoided the crowd, and galloped towards a deserted mountain road.

"Ninth Brother, where is this kid going? That's not the route to Lingquan, so he probably found us?"

Among the three sent by Xue Wen, a monk with a hooked nose and a sallow face spoke.

"Brother Eleven, what are you afraid of! It's just a casual cultivator at the sixth level of Qi training, can he still turn the world upside down?"

The person who answered was the youngest, but his face was wrinkled, and there was a pea-shaped mole on the left brow.

Xue Jiu narrowed his eyes, and said uncertainly: "Thirteen, your eleventh brother's guess is not impossible. Everyone, be careful, don't capsize in the gutter."

"Ninth Brother, why did he suddenly speed up!"

Xue Shisan said nervously when he saw a red light flashing from the figure in front of him, and then disappearing into the forest in a flash.

"I must have used the treasure to bless the body, hehe, fortunately, the proprietor has expected it."

Xue Jiu smiled coldly, grabbed a black flying ant from his bosom, and said, "With it here, that kid can't run away!"

"buzzing"

The black flying ant turned around a few times, then flapped its wings and flew towards a path.

"Follow!"

Xue Jiu greeted, and rushed over at the head of the horse.

After chasing for a stick of incense, the black flying ants finally stopped in front of a dark forest.

The entire shape of the entrance to the forest in front of him is like a blood basin lying on the ground with a big mouth, and the surrounding wind is gusty, and the cold air is very heavy.

"Buzz!"

The flying ant with its wings spread in the air suddenly screamed, and its wings suddenly closed and plunged towards the ground.

Seeing this scene with their own eyes, Xue Jiusan and the others who came on their heels immediately formed a formation in shock, and fought each other back to back.

The three of them have practiced together since childhood, and have experienced many battles, and they can almost communicate with each other.

Coupled with a high-grade combined sword technique, Xue Jiu thinks he can fight even a monk at the ninth level of Qi training.

Concentrated, Xue Jiu licked his lips, raised his voice and shouted: "Boy, I know you are hiding nearby, don't try to play tricks, as long as you hand over all your belongings, Lao Jiu, I will spare your life !"

"is it?"

A faint voice resounded, infused with mana, and it echoed around this secluded mountain forest, making it particularly eerie and frightening.

"Pfft!"

Before they arrived, Xue Jiu and the others seemed to be held down by an invisible big hand, unable to move.

Immediately afterwards, it seemed as if a ten thousand catty boulder was pressing down on them, and the kneecaps suddenly shattered, and each of them half-kneeled on the ground, spewing out blood mixed with minced meat.

"Foundation cultivator!"

Xue Jiusan's complexion changed wildly, and his eyes were filled with endless despair.

This level of spiritual suppression can only be achieved by foundation-building monks.

This kid must be a rejuvenated Senior Foundation Establishment in disguise!
Xue Jiuyue thought about it more and more coldly, but he didn't know that Chen Ping was also not feeling well.

"Sure enough, after I seized the spirit, my consciousness far surpassed the peak of Qi training, but it was still not as good as a real foundation-building monk. In a short period of time, this kind of consciousness attack can only be used once at most."

Chen Ping was hiding on a giant tree, and his face was a little pale at this moment.

The spiritual attack method he used just now is called "Hundred Refinement Condensation Technique".

It is a soul secret art practiced in the previous life.

It is said to be a secret technique, but in fact it is strictly divided, and it can only be regarded as an exquisite application skill.

There are countless kinds of exercises in the Great Thousand World, but there are very few of them that involve the soul and consciousness.

Every soul skill is a golden pill, and even the secret art of the Nascent Soul Sect.

Only the top monks at the highest level have ever been able to teach it.

Rao is the skill mastered by Chen Ping, which is also extremely valuable, and it is a treasure that ordinary Yuan Dan monks dream of.

The hundred-forging condensing technique can instantly transform the power of consciousness derived from the soul into substance, and increase the strength of ten thousand catties to directly attack the enemy's physical body with the momentum of Mount Tai.

The barrier to entry for this technique is high.

It must be required that one's own spiritual consciousness is more than twice that of the opponent.

Otherwise, not to mention it will be useless, it will also consume most of the power of the soul, and then fall into a weak state.

Chen Ping's spiritual consciousness can reach [-] feet with all his strength, which is far beyond that of an ordinary seventh-level Qi training monk. Only in this way can he seriously injure three people with one blow.

"The hunter has become the prey, how do you feel?"

Chen Ping jumped up and landed lightly on the ground. He glanced at the three of them and said slowly.

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