Two and a half months later.

Quan Yuan Blessed Land, Twelve Cave.

Chen Ping was sitting on a stone bench, with nine formation flags scattered around him.

The light surged above it, and thin threads of yellow mist gathered in the same direction. Grabbing, grabbing, grabbing

In the end, a phantom of a mountain peak was formed like a giant sword inserted upside down.

This Gushan Sword Peak Formation has been open for dozens of days.

Spending more than ten pieces of low-grade spirit stones every day, regardless of the cost, because Chen Ping has been practicing the secret skills of the Nine Transformations Flame Spirit Art for a while.

At this moment, his face was covered with a layer of strange purple-blue flames, like a twisting sand snake, spiraling and exploding, looking a bit ferocious.

"fall!"

Chen Ping gave a low shout, and then the flames on his face suddenly dispersed and converged along the meridians to the index finger of his right palm.

A ball of colorful flames was smeared on his fingers, and the temperature was so hot that even with his willpower, he couldn't help but groan secretly.

"boom!"

As Chen Ping squeezed the seal, the spiritual power stored in the major spiritual points of the body spurted out crazily.

Suddenly, a faint cooling sensation came through the meridians.

But the next moment, the dry light and purple flames burned fiercely again. Chen Ping's expression was suffocated, and he immediately felt the heat was unbearable.

Just like that, in the constant alternation of hot and cold, his fingers gradually became numb.

Finally, when the whole index finger showed a strange purple-red color, he suddenly poked it down, and in the blink of an eye, a purple-blue light burst out, piercing the stone wall with a "bang", leaving a deep hole. A three-foot black hole.

Immediately afterwards, traces of extremely hot flames suddenly rose around the small hole.

"呲呲"

The next moment, the entire mountain within a radius of ten feet was melted into nothingness.

The rocks on the inner wall of this cave are not ordinary objects.

It is the "tiger head stone" deliberately inlaid by the Jin family. This stone is particularly hard and is comparable to a top-grade defensive weapon.

You can imagine what the scene would be like if this finger hit the monk.

"Once the Exterminating Flame Finger is opened, it will reach the realm of Dacheng, just like the previous monstrous Flame Palm."

Chen Pingping looked happy and said with satisfaction.

Once he has mastered the dry light purple flame, he can practice two magical powers derived from this fire.

Fingers of annihilating flames, palms of raging flames.

These two magical powers are both secret techniques that come with the Nine Transformations Flame Spirit Art, and their grades are naturally the upper level of the Mysterious Grade. Xixi Miaobifang Xiong

The meridians of the Monstrous Flame Palm were successfully formed more than a month ago.

Nowadays, although Chen Ping's cultivation level is still at the ninth level of Qi training, he feels that he is no longer afraid of ordinary monks in the early stage of foundation building.

"gone."

Chen Ping withdrew the formation flag, and then with a thought, he sent a message to Xuan Fei.

"I understand, Master."

After hearing Chen Ping's order, Xuan Fei immediately broke open the door and flew out.

Compared to a few months ago, its size was significantly larger, the fur on its surface was shining, and the flames underneath it ignited spontaneously without wind.

"Come in."

Chen Ping raised the spirit beast bracelet on his wrist.

"yes!"

Xuan Fei agreed wholeheartedly and turned into a red line and shot it in.

Seeing Xuan Fei's appearance of obeying his advice, Chen Ping couldn't help but smile softly.

Ever since the last time he suddenly summoned Xuan Fei via voice transmission, the monster's attitude towards him has become more and more respectful.

Naturally, this was a careful trick played by Chen Ping.

Transmitting sounds into secrets has always been a method used by foundation-building monks.

However, he was only at the ninth level of qi training and could use the method of sound transmission, which really frightened Xuan Fei.

As for exposing the secret of the powerful soul, it actually doesn’t hurt.

If this demon assists him in fighting in the future, he will definitely notice it soon.

After crossing the raft ashore, Chen Ping left the Quanyuan Paradise without stopping.

He damaged the environment of the cave because of his practice of secret arts, so it was up to him to compensate the Jin family with a sum of spiritual stones.

But there are still a few months of rent before the cave is due, which is enough to repair it.

Once he left, he had no plans to come back anytime soon.

The next time you visit Quanyuan again, the fairy sword will be unsheathed, and anyone who stands in his way will be killed!

…

Next to Nanfan Ferry on Jinrui Island, there is a row of stone pavilions.

Chen Ping rushed here, scanned around the stone pavilion, and found that there was no one around.

A few days ago, Chen Weituo Cui'er brought him a message, asking him to gather at the stone pavilion at the ferry today at noon.

Originally, Meng Yan took advantage of the Quan Garden environment to break through to the ninth level of Qi training, and one month was definitely more than enough time.

But for some unknown reason, Meng Yan continued to rent in Quanyuan for another month and a half at his own expense.

However, since the time has been arranged, Chen Ping doesn't care much.

Half an hour later, four monks, three men and one woman, came from a distance one after another.

The big man walking at the front was Chen Wei. Seeing that Chen Ping attended the appointment on time, he breathed a sigh of relief and said apologetically: "Brother Ping, I kept you waiting for a long time."

"It's okay, I just arrived for a while."

Chen Ping smiled slightly and said kindly.

To Chen Wei's left is a young monk wearing a white shirt with a scar hanging from the corner of his eye.

The man and woman walking at the end made him wonder.

Among them, the ugly male cultivator was the leader of this trip, Meng Yan.

After not seeing each other for several months, he has indeed advanced to the ninth level of Qi training.

But the beautiful woman holding Meng Yan's arm and being extremely intimate with him, like a Taoist couple, was completely beyond Chen Ping's expectations.

This woman has a pink plum blossom pattern on her forehead, making her look extremely coquettish.

As the lotus steps move, every inadvertent movement and eyes seem to reveal an irresistible spring light.

Li Miaoqi, the so-called first of the four fairies of Jinruicheng.

But isn't she the confidante of Jin Wufang, the elder of the Jin family? Why is she so affectionate with Meng Yan?

Is it possible that the old guy from Jinwufang is used to running on the grassland?

Chen Ping thought rather wickedly.

"Hey, it's you."

Seeing Chen Ping, Li Miaoqi turned her beautiful eyes and said softly: "Since we separated that time, I have never seen you again. Alas, my fellow Taoist has a strong body and long-lasting endurance, but I still miss you so much."

Of."

"snort."

Meng Yan's expression suddenly turned cold, and he stared at Chen Ping fiercely.

"Hehe, Meng Xiaozi stayed in Quanyuan just because of this woman?"

Chen Ping speculated secretly, not bothering to answer her words.

It only rocked the boat once.

How come the words from this woman's mouth made it seem like the two of them had had a relationship.

Seeing that Chen Ping was ignoring her, Li Miaoqi said with a mixture of anger and resentment: "It's been more than four years, my Taoist friend is still living in Quanyuan, right?"

"Well, we're still living."

Chen Ping said calmly.

In recent years, he has lived in seclusion and rarely appeared in public.

Therefore, even though the Thirteenth Cave where Li Miaoqi lived was not far away from him, we never encountered him again.

"Ah, my Taoist friend is so rich that I really admire you."
To be continued...