Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 238 Boldly seek each other (ask for support, first update)
On Tan Zonghou's body, Chen Ping found a green storage bag and a crossbow.

Needless to say, the original owner of this storage bag should be the island owner Hong Qifei.

A martial artist who has not yet enlightened his soul cannot use the things of the fairy family.

As for the bow and crossbow, it is made of a kind of first-order spiritual wood, and when luck is pulled, it will be split into two.

Closing his eyes and making some adjustments, Chen Ping showed caution and walked towards a deep pit in the distance step by step.

In the winding shallow stream at intervals, a benevolent, white-haired old man was tied up with a few iron chains, and his upper body was soaked in the water with his bare upper body.

"Fellow Daoist, save me."

The old man desperately twisted the iron chain on his body, shouting at the top of his voice.

However, Chen Ping turned a deaf ear and crossed the stream expressionlessly, without even looking at him.

Half a mile beside the creek, there is a huge square pit.

Looking down from a high position, the big hole is so dark that it is impossible to see the situation at the bottom of the pit clearly.

Hundreds of wrist-thick hemp ropes were piled up in front of the pit.

Chen Ping frowned, and returned to the creek first, and took the old man up with a light movement.

"Thank you fellow daoist for saving me, Hong is very grateful."

The old man was wet all over, and his complexion was extremely pale. As soon as he lay down, traces of blood with a fishy smell flowed from his body, staining the nearby grass red.

There was no other reason, this person's tendons and hamstrings were cut off by a sharp weapon, and there was a black wound on his lower abdomen.

Presumably his dantian must have been severely injured, resulting in the loss of his cultivation base.

Aside from the old man's consciousness, he is now worse than a mortal.

If he is allowed to wash away in the cold stream, this person will definitely not survive a day.

"Fellow Daoist is Hong Qi, the Island Master of Hong, right?"

Chen Ping didn't let go of the iron chain for him, but asked calmly.

"Hey, Hong is just a minor cultivator at the fifth level of Qi training, and he can just stand on his own as king on this mortal island."

Speaking bitterly, Hong Qifa said faintly: "What kind of island owner are you going to talk about from now on? Lansuo Island is in civil turmoil, and Hong's cultivation level has completely disappeared, and he still has to rely on fellow Taoists to save him. He has no way to control him. I am really ashamed!"

"Master Hong, how did you end up in this situation? Could it be that there are other cultivators who attacked you?"

Chen Ping rolled his eyes and said suspiciously.

Even if Hong Qifa only had the fifth level of Qi training, it couldn't be solved by three great masters and a group of small fish.

Just taking a few photos of the first-level low-grade talisman is enough for the warriors to run away with their heads full.

Hong Qifa smiled wryly, and said angrily: "Ten years ago, Hong killed a poisonous sea butterfly, extracted the toxin from its gut, and refined a demon-breaking crossbow."

"The poison of the sea butterfly can not only break through the monk's spiritual defense, but also temporarily paralyze the person hit by the arrow."

"Hong was attacked by Tan Zonghou with the demon-breaking crossbow."

Thinking of the black sharp arrow that Tan Zonghou shot to attack him just now, Chen Ping sneered: "You can safely hand over the treasure that can threaten the monk's life to your subordinates?"

The implication is that Hong Qifa's current situation is entirely his own fault.

"That guy Tan Zonghou pretended too well, and Hong supported him to break through the great master of true energy. Who can predict the relationship of decades?"

Hong Qifa laughed bitterly, and asked, "Fellow Daoists are amazingly powerful. Using a giant tree as a weapon, isn't it a rare form of Qi training?"

"good."

Chen Ping nodded, shifted his gaze to the deep pit, and pointed at it: "The civil strife in Guidao must be because of that extraterrestrial meteorite."

"Greed is at work, I'd rather it fall into the sea."

Hong Qifa sighed sadly, and spoke slowly in great detail.

Half a month ago, a meteorite fell on the grassland in the east of the island, and he and several Grandmasters immediately went to check it out.

At the bottom of the crater, they found the meteorite.

Hong Qifa attacked with a magic weapon, but he didn't even leave a shallow white mark.

As a cultivator, he immediately understood that this must be a high-level ore.

He wanted to put it in a storage bag, tried several times, but couldn't put it in at all.

Next, the four high-level officials on the island had disagreements on how to dispose of the meteorite.

Hong Qifa suggested burying it on the spot and continuing to live a paradise-like life with the people on the island.

But the three great masters believed that the meteorite should be pulled out and dedicated to higher-ranking monks in exchange for the chance to ascend to immortality.

They themselves are too old to transfer to martial arts.

But in the families of the three great masters, there are young descendants.

They even had greater ambitions, wanting to use this stone to create a family of cultivators.

The two parties had a stalemate for more than ten days, and the three great masters finally agreed to his plan.

But what made Hong Qifa absolutely unbelievable was that the three of them had ghosts in their hearts, and Tan Zonghou, whom he trusted the most, took advantage of his unpreparedness and attacked him with a demon-breaking crossbow. His limbs were broken.

Tan Zonghou soaked him in the water and tortured him, just to force him to tell the way of cultivation and the trace of the fairy master on the outer island.

When it came to the end, Hong Qifa's tone was full of anger and unwillingness.

And the blood overflowing from his body was flowing more and more, and the whole person looked extremely weak.

Chen Ping listened silently, without any sympathy.

For a full fifteen days, Hong Qifa had countless chances to attack first, but let the so-called mortal grand master stand on top of his head and clamor to oppose him, he really lost his mind.

Perhaps Hong Qifa has been away from the cultivation world for too long, and has forgotten the dangers of the human heart.

Moreover, where there are people, there are disputes.

There are also intrigues and deceptions in the mundane world, and the heart of defense is indispensable.

"A mere martial artist is even more greedy for profit."

Chen Ping snorted coldly, Tan Zonghou and the others were thinking too simply.

Ordinary warriors who offer treasures to monks will probably be killed and silenced in the end, and they may cause disasters involving the nine clans.

"Fellow Daoist, please kill me."

Suddenly, Hong Qifa turned his head and said calmly.

He is a dignified cultivator, his cultivation base is exhausted, even if he stops the bleeding, he will be paralyzed in bed for the rest of his life, which is more uncomfortable than death.

"Since Fellow Daoist Hong has the will to die, why did you call me to save you just now?"

With raised eyebrows, Chen Ping said leisurely.

"Hong, a low-grade spiritual root casual cultivator who has come and gone alone, has lived in glory and wealth for decades, and all the traitors have died at the hands of fellow Taoists. I have long since lost my worries and obsessions."

Hong Qifa raised his head with difficulty, and prayed: "Before Hong died, he wanted to boldly ask fellow Taoists for one thing."

Chen Ping looked at him coldly, without making any answer.

What qualifications does a person with utterly worthless cultivation have to negotiate terms with him?

"Except for Hong, there are all mortals on the island. They don't know what fell."

"Fellow daoists, if they have the ability to take away the ore, I hope they won't be hurt."

"In this way, the old Taoist will die in peace."

After saying that, a black blood spilled from the corner of his smiling mouth, his head fell, and he couldn't breathe for a moment.

This person bit his tongue and committed suicide.

"In reincarnation in the next life, fellow daoists should be mortals."

After a long silence, Chen Ping sighed softly and threw Hong Qifa's body into the stream.

He has lived on Lanso Island for most of his life.

Sleeping here may be his best destination.

Then, without delay, Chen Ping grabbed the hemp rope outside the deep pit, and slipped his feet together. After about ten breaths, he touched the ground.

In the dark space, lay a piece of black ore the size of the Eight Immortals table.

Tore off the hundreds of hemp ropes that bound it, revealing the real body of the ore.

The stone has smooth edges and corners, and is covered with tadpole-like lines that seem to be carved naturally. The whole body exudes a faint black light, revealing an endless coldness.

Chen Ping took a deep breath, then spread his right palm and slowly approached it.

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