Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 690 Meeting Master and Apprentice, People From Central Sea
Originally, the competition was only a small part.

Since Chen Ping spoke up, it wouldn't hurt Xu Daoqing to sell his face.

But he changed his mind twice in one breath, which made him full of doubts.

Then follow Chen Ping's gaze.

Outside the mountain, a mid-fifth-stage demon worm flew rapidly towards Wuxiang Mountain through the flowing clouds.

On the back of the worm sat a stunning girl in a red dress and short skirt.

"Flying rock wings evil."

Xu Daoqing seemed to understand something.

This should be the spirit worm that Chen Ping domesticated.

Willing to invest a lot of resources to upgrade the blood of a sky demon, the entire Fan Canghai is probably the only one.

"Friend Daoist Xu doesn't know that Chen's spiritual pet is already of the blood of the holy demon."

Chen Ping explained with a smile.

"The future is not small."

Hearing this, Xu Daoqing boasted casually.

However, in his eyes, the sky demon, the holy demon, and even the blood of the real demon belong to the same level.

Not in flow.

On the side, Feng Tianyu twitched the corners of his mouth, and sipped the spirit wine depressedly.

Chen Ping's generosity has always been for his own people.

Just like him, in exchange for more than 2000 strands of Nascent Soul Qi, this lion opened his mouth and asked for twenty pieces of sixth-grade ore at once.

He exhausted the contribution points of the sect, and only made up about half of them.

But it won't work if you don't bite the bullet and think of a way.

Chen Ping's realm has improved so fast, he might become a god when we meet again next time.

Without enough Nascent Soul Qi, his bitter spirit root supernatural power cannot be perfected at all.

"It would be wonderful if this guy was a female cultivator. It doesn't matter if Feng pinches his nose and sacrifices his appearance."

Feng Tianyu glanced resentfully.

Being schemed by people from Yuandan to approaching Huashen, anyone feels uncomfortable.

"Hey, I'm relying on you for the fourth-level close starry sky technique."

Secretly happy, how could Chen Ping care about Feng Tianyu's grievances.

Today is not what it used to be, and he doesn't even care about which life dominated this child's consciousness.

……

"The master is fixed in Wuxiang Mountain!"

The big gray chirped continuously, and the speed of flapping its wings became faster and faster.

There is a feeling of a spirit beast contract between it and Chen Ping.

There is no need to wander discreetly for information at all.

"Uncle Big Hui, you still understand him."

Blowing on the black silk hanging from her forehead, Chen Fuyao restrained her expression, making herself look a lot more stable.

She had a feeling of meeting a strict father.

Both look forward to and fear.

At this time, Chen Ping was already suspended from the seat, with his hands on his back and his expression indifferent.

Li Hanhuang, Bao Jingge, Concubine Shu Mu and others looked curiously.

It must not be easy for the top half-step Huashen to care about it.

……

"Whoosh!"

Big Hui flew to the crossing and headed straight for Wuxiang Mountain.

"Uncle Wen..."

When passing by the foot of the mountain, Big Hui excitedly greeted a middle-aged monk.

"Senior Big Gray, long time no see."

Chen Xiangwen didn't dare to neglect to return the gift.

Although this worm is only a spirit beast beside the ancestor, its realm is actually at the middle stage of fifth order.

"Girl, this is your master's elder."

Da Hui turned his head and said: "The old monks of the Chen family have basically died, and Uncle Wen is the only one left, and he holds a very high status in the master's mind."

"Grandpa, my name is Chen Fuyao."

Chen Fuyao understood, and bowed respectfully.

"What a good girl!"

Chen Xiangwen smiled and nodded repeatedly.

Decades ago, Chen Ping mentioned that he had accepted a direct disciple and named him the family name.

Thinking about it, it was the little girl in front of her.

"Hehe, arrogance and domineering are also rewarding, and Dahui has taught you well."

At the top of the mountain, Chen Ping, who had been looking around here, was quite satisfied.

"Haw!"

Dahui only stayed for half a breath, and continued to enter the mountain with Chen Fuyao.

Along the way, hundreds of powerful auras came.

Brazenly breaking into the Wuxiangzhen sect, he also benefited from the protection of the master.

Its heart is clear and clear, and its owner can sit on the top of the mountain, and its status is obviously extraordinary.

……

"Haw!"

With a clear sound of insects, Big Ash finally landed on the top of Wuxiang Mountain.

Looking at the master who is so close, Chong'er raises his paw excitedly.

But it didn't swoop in intimately.

Because this good opportunity must be reserved for Chen Fuyao.

"Is it still in the middle of the fifth order?"

Chen Ping smiled in no surprise.

Dahui's strength is a bit difficult to deal with ordinary late fifth-order, and the slow progress after leaving him is understandable.

"Master."

Lightly jumping off the worm's back, Chen Fuyao turned a blind eye to the strong men of all races all over the mountain, and rushed towards Chen Ping step by step.

The scent of fragrance hit my chest.

Feeling the warm soft body sobbing on his body, the embarrassment in Chen Ping's eyes flashed away.

A pair of big hands don't fit anywhere.

It can only be left open on both sides dryly.

Seeing this, Bao Jingge who was nearby hurriedly moved away.

Make room for this long-lost reunion master and apprentice.

"Little girl, you only broke through the middle stage of Yuan Dan with your talent, so you are lazy and slack!"

With a light cough, Chen Ping said in a coercive way.

Although Chen Fuyao's cultivation speed was within his expectation, if resources were not worrying, it would be extremely normal to be faster.

A batch of precious treasures were placed in the apprenticeship ceremony he created back then.

Chen Fuyao is carrying the Fortune Orb, so it is impossible to lack the spirit stone.

"My apprentice has suffered so much, I can't cultivate with peace of mind at all."

Chen Fuyao raised her head, hesitated to speak.

"Why, who bullied you?"

Chen Ping asked with a flash of coldness.

"Forget it, let's not mention it. Being able to see Master is the result of Fu Yao's prayers day and night."

Chen Fuyao's eyes were full of tears, which seemed to fall down in the next second.

However, she just smiled leisurely and swallowed the tears back into her eyes.

"The No.1 family in the sea area, Xu Lingzun will make decisions for you face to face, what are you afraid of!"

Chen Ping pointed to the aloof Xu Daoqing.

"Little friend, feel free to speak freely about any grievances you have suffered."

With a dazed expression, Xu Daoqing said gently.

He knew that Chen Ping was a face-saving person.

This casual concern is not worth mentioning.

What's more, this girl should be the special spiritual root junior that Chen Ping took away from the giant spirit branch of the Northern Territory.

It is very possible to advance to Huashen in the future, and it can be regarded as giving some good fortune in advance.

"Thank you, Senior Xu."

Chen Fuyao was startled, and bowed in fear.

This time there was no pretense.

That's all for Nascent Soul, but no matter where the cultivator of Huashen is, they are all the top creatures.

"The Royal Court of the Sea Clan, the giant spirits of the Western Regions, and the great powers of various clans are all present. Fuyao, tell me, what kind of daring things bullied you!"

Looking around with eagle-like sharp eyes, Chen Ping said flatly.

"We and the kings of the imperial court have never seen Chen Daoyou's high-ranking disciples, and the people below may not see Mount Tai."

Li Hanhuang pondered for a while, then said coldly.

"What the Giant Spirit of the Northern Territory did has nothing to do with the Emperor."

The Giant Spirit Emperor of the Western Regions also disregarded the relationship.

Originally, the Manjue Continent was destroyed, and it should seek justice for the tribe.

But the culprit is a human race comparable to a deity.

The barbarian emperor is doomed to die in vain.

After the two, one after another, the powerful aliens expressed their views.

Cultivator Yuanying was even more in danger, for fear that some blind junior would offend Chen Ping's apprentice.

"Master's prestige in the Anti-Demon Alliance has reached such a level!"

Chen Fuyao's heart skipped a beat, and she was secretly delighted.

Among the great powers on the top of the mountain, she really found one or two people who had conflicts.

She caused trouble in the southern region, and offended the forces under the command of several big sects.

Of course, other dignified first-time practitioners may not necessarily know her.

……

"This girl is probably showing pity."

Seeing that Chen Fuyao remained silent for a long time, Chen Ping guessed something right.

Dahui has been by her side all the time, what kind of bullying can she suffer.

No matter how capable you are, how much trouble you can cause.

If in the Yuandan Realm she got into the trouble of being unable to deal with even the fifth-order monsters, Chen Ping thought that this girl could not be cultivated, and her life would not be long.

"Chen has only accepted such a direct disciple, fellow Taoists, please take care of him in the future."

First, he hugged Xu Daoqing alone, and then Chen Ping conveyed the entire mountain area with a trace of spiritual power.

The meaning of protection and deterrence in the words is obvious.

Then, as soon as he stretched out his hand, a dazzling flame fell, covering Chen Fuyao.

The woman's figure was stretched a hundred times.

Even though Chen Fuyao's erratic temperament made his appearance in full view of the public, he shivered with restraint.

"Hey, the master's old problem has happened again."

Big Gray sighed.

Obviously it was to support the scene for the apprentice, but in the end it was his turn to show his prestige.

"Hiraro treats her differently."

Shen Wanwan swept away faintly, feeling sore in her heart.

Just now when the husband and wife reunited, that person was very indifferent.

However, she knew very well that Chen Ping's talent was Chen Fuyao's cultivation talent.

"With Senior Chen protecting the way, this girl has a bright future."

"If I had this chance, I wouldn't have been trapped in the Golden Core Realm for hundreds of years."

All the juniors on Wuxiang Mountain were extremely envious and jealous of Chen Fuyao.

"Fuyao, hurry up and pay respects to all the uncles."

Chen Ping focused on introducing more than a dozen human overhauls to Chen Fuyao.

The predecessors planted trees and the descendants enjoyed the shade.

While he is showing off his prestige, he can't leave his apprentice behind.

……

After Chen Fuyao's arrival interrupted the time for a stick of incense, Xu Daoqing's congratulatory ceremony resumed.

Zhenzong arranged hundreds of arenas in the mountains, attracting the interest of thousands of juniors.

In the end, [-] foundation-building monks were confirmed.

There are 230 Yuandan monks and 76 Jindan monks.

"Master, Fuyao has prepared a gift for you."

Chen Fuyao said, and respectfully handed over two pieces of fifth-grade ore.

This is the spoils of war after Da Hui killed a Nascent Soul villain.

"Have a heart."

Nodding with a smile, Chen Ping wiped his hand and took away the ore.

Although the fifth-level things can no longer impress him, this is the filial piety of the apprentice, and he deserves it.

"She is your mistress, Shen Wanwan."

Chen Ping summoned someone to introduce him.

"Miss is so pretty!"

Chen Fuyao's eyes lit up, and she murmured.

Back then, Nascent Soul Body Cultivator Bu Ningmei was regarded by the master as a concubine.

This one is a true Taoist companion.

She immediately knew that Shen Wanwan's status in Master's heart was not low.

"Fu Yao is very polite."

A touch of emotion flashed across Shen Wanwan's eyes, and she hurriedly helped the girl.

With Chen Ping's words, her waiting was not in vain.

……

"Fuyao, my teacher signed up for the Yuan Dan battle for you. What is your goal?"

Chen Ping said with a smile.

This kind of arena fighting method that does not subdivide small realms is undoubtedly the most advantageous for all levels of Dzogchen.

Of course, Chen Fuyao has cultivated his exclusive spiritual root supernatural power, so he should not be afraid of ordinary Yuan Dan peak monks.

"Master, Fuyao will surely take the top spot."

After thinking for a while, Chen Fuyao replied crisply.

"Haw!"

Da Hui huddled at Chen Ping's feet, neighing in agreement.

"Confidence is a good thing."

Chen Ping raised his eyebrows.

Big Hui agreed with it, it seems that this disciple really has a lot of confidence.

"There are so many seniors from various races in the mountain, can Fuyao expose her spiritual roots?"

Chen Fuyao asked.

After hearing this, Chen Ping smiled, and said: "Your master, I, and the Tianlingbao and the sixth-order puppets have all been revealed in front of people, just let them open their eyes."

Strong self-confidence is full of words.

With his current supernatural powers, apart from the golden bead, even the origin of Duoshe, the seventh-level thunder bamboo, the treasure technique, the demon puppets, the supreme spiritual root, etc., are all things that are not to be blamed.

Whoever covets his baby, let's do it first.

……

Half an hour later, the draw began.

"Brother Chen, do you need to do something to recommend your apprentice to the final?"

As the elder presiding over the competition, Feng Tianyu calmly transmitted the voice.

"Have it."

Chen Ping nodded without hesitation, and then warned: "Do it in a concealed way, and don't let people see through it easily."

There is no such thing as fairness in the cultivation world.

His direct disciple of Chen Ping enjoys some special treatment, shouldn't it be taken for granted?

As a result, the results of the first lottery were announced soon.

Chen Fuyao was very lucky, and won a female cultivator who had just Yuan Dan.

……

The rivalry among the juniors did not arouse the slightest interest of Da Neng in the mountain.

Most people turned their attention to the arena where Chen Fuyao was.

After all, special spiritual roots are rarely born, so I am quite interested in the supernatural powers they display.

However, Chen Fuyao disappointed everyone in the first match.

Although her opponent is a direct disciple of a great sect, his level is too low.

Before regaining consciousness, he was defeated within one move.

The second, the third, the fourth...

The situation is exactly the same.

The strongest Chen Fuyao encountered was only a late Yuan Dan with Bing Linggen.

With the blessing of several top-grade Taoist artifacts, this woman won very easily.

Until the fifth game, Chen Fuyao's good luck came to an end.

Because the monks who broke into here are all masters of the same realm.

Feng Tianyu chooses carefully, and he can't avoid an opponent at the peak of Yuan Dan.

……

"Fairy Chen, Nie Tan of the Lower Purple Cloud Gate, please enlighten me!"

The person who appeared on the ring was a young black-robed male cultivator.

"Friend Daoist Nie please."

As soon as Chen Fuyao finished speaking, a clear voice came out of her mouth.

All of a sudden, a faint fragrance spread from the surroundings, and penetrated into Nie Tan's seven orifices.

"No, this qi can actually weaken the soul!"

Dizzy, Nie Tan immediately mobilized mana to seal his body.

Then the sleeve robe flicked, and two black lights flew out, which looked like two pitch-black hooks.

Chen Fuyao pinched the magic formula and unleashed a green dagger about a foot long.

The cold light shone with a strange cold air.

……

After a fierce battle of more than thirty moves, Nie Tan, whose spiritual consciousness was greatly weakened, had no choice but to admit defeat.

Chen Fuyao put away the spirit sword, and glanced at Chen Ping proudly.

"Little girl, you haven't met a strong opponent."

Chen Ping snorted angrily.

This woman's fairy bamboo spiritual root supernatural power can confuse people's hearts, and it is difficult for ordinary people of the same level to parry.

What's more, she still has a psychic sword body.

The realm of swordsmanship in the third step also provided a strong foundation for her to cross Yuandan.

……

After about half a day, Chen Fuyao made it all the way to the final battle.

The opponent is an old acquaintance of Chen Ping, the great-grandson of Zhenzong Yuanying Ke Yi.

The two of you come and go on the stage, and they have gone through hundreds of tricks.

The junior surnamed Ke is a cultivator of the mysterious ice spirit body. With a set of four-level portable formations of ice attributes, he can completely fight against the early stage of Jindan for dozens of rounds.

"Nephew Feng, increase the force of restraint."

Xu Daoqing ordered.

Hearing this, Feng Tianyu immediately looked around.

The banners of various colors surrounding the arena suddenly burst into light.

The huge mask covering the stone platform became thicker several times after shaking slightly in the next moment.

At the same time, colorful prohibition runes appeared on the surface, wandering erratically on it.

"Fairy Chen accepts!"

The junior surnamed Ke let out a low shout, and more than 1000 ice birds flew all over the sky, covering half of the arena under it.

Seeing this situation, Chen Fuyao didn't dodge or dodge, and slapped her body with her hands in seals.

Immediately, a green bamboo more than ten feet high replaced the figure and stood on the spot.

With a flash, the bamboo leaves fell one after another, turning into countless blue rainbows and facing the ice bird.

There were bursts of crisp "jingle" sounds one after another.

The two collided and intertwined into a ball without giving in to each other.

"Well, Fuyao's supernatural powers are pretty good, but it's a pity that his cultivation level is a little behind. It seems that he can't beat that kid."

At a high place, Chen Ping said expressionlessly.

Although the two of them fought equally, his eyes were extremely vicious.

He had already seen the signs of Chen Fuyao's gradual decline.

"It's good to frustrate her spirit."

Chen Ping folded his arms calmly.

Not everything has to be the first.

……

"The old man likes to show off so much, he definitely can't accept my defeat."

In the arena, Chen Fuyao, who was dripping with sweat, gritted her silver teeth and wiped the spirit bamboo with one hand.

A green haze appeared out of thin air.

After condensing again, it turned into the shape of a precious mirror.

As soon as the rainstorm-like ice birds shot into the mirror, they all froze and stagnated.

As soon as Chen Fuyao poured his mana, the gloomy light in the mirror shone brightly.

"bang"

"bang"

The muffled sound continued continuously.

The ice birds that were being stared at coincidentally exploded, turning into streams of icy smoke and disappearing without a trace.

"As expected of a supernatural power with a special spiritual root!"

The junior surnamed Ke shrank his pupils when he saw this, turned his arms with a solemn face, and squeezed out a few ice balls again.

"Fuyao's spiritual root supernatural powers include life-preserving feigning death, instigating souls, and attacking, which are relatively comprehensive."

Chen Ping was commenting on his disciples, suddenly his consciousness tightened, and he looked towards the western sky with an ugly expression.

Just before that, Xu Daoqing had jumped off the throne with a rare look of anxiety on his face.

In the extreme distance, a whirling silver light shot out.

Start with fist size.

But after a few flashes, it suddenly turned into Zhang Xu Jianmang, like a silver meteorite ruthlessly falling towards Wuxiang Mountain.

Wherever it passed, the void was fragmented and distorted, bringing out a dark trace of light.

"Enter the fifth step to the realm of swordsmanship!"

Chen Ping's eyes shrank suddenly, and he held down the Celestial Cutting Sword that was about to move.

Can make the sword magic weapon in his hand resonate, the strength of the comer can be imagined.

"Brother Xu, Yuanshi Jiange respectfully wishes you success as a spiritual master!"

A warm and lustrous male voice poured into Wuxiang Mountain, and then, the sword glow disappeared instantly, revealing two monks, a man and a woman.

The faces of the two were shrouded in a layer of sword energy, and they were wearing exactly the same quaint Taoist robes. Every time they took a step, the environment in the mountain seemed to be changing drastically.

"Could it be..."

Chen Ping's breath was stagnant, and he couldn't help avoiding his gaze.

That male cultivator was fine.

But the invisible sword energy transmitted from the female cultivator actually made his innate sword heart humming, and he wanted to get out.

"You cultivated He Jianxin?"

The next moment, the slender woman who hadn't seen her face seemed to notice something.

Lifting his feet, bunches of gray sword pillars wrapped around his body and submerged in Chen Ping's direction.

(End of this chapter)