"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 one portrait of a human face on the animal skin, which is exactly the appearance that Chen Ping transformed using the True Illusion Mask.

Chen Xintong took a closer look and said: "This man is a monk who was on the boat on Haichang Island and is going to Yunquan Island. His face is very strange. I have never seen him before."

Xue Wen's eyes lit up. There were only a handful of forces in Haichang Island protected by foundation-building monks.

If this guy has a great background, Chen Xintong should be familiar with him.

In this way, this person may really be the kind of casual cultivator who has excellent luck and made a fortune.

"Why, brother Xue asked him why?"

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

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

But this is normal. Baiye Island's boat-making skills are exquisite, and monks come there every time they pass by.

But there are very few qi-training monks who can actually afford a spiritual boat.

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

Xue Wen coughed a few times and whispered: "This kid at the sixth level of Qi training is a fat sheep! Not only did he buy a spiritual boat, he also carried a hundred square storage bag. I estimate that this person is worth at least three thousand

Thousand Spirit Stones!”

"so what?"

Chen Xintong sneered and said jokingly: "Now that your Xue family has opened its doors for business, are you still thinking about your old skills of killing people and stealing goods?"

More than two hundred years ago, the ancestor of the Xue family was still a casual cultivator.

He does many evil things and makes a living by robbing and killing low-level monks.

Later, the ancestors of the Xue family, who had seized a large amount of resources, successfully built the foundation and acted more unscrupulously, even killing several direct members of the Meng family.

The Meng family was furious and sent people to suppress them. The ancestors of the Xue family had no choice but to seek refuge with the Chen family in order to save their lives.

After repelling the Meng family, the Chen family gave the Xue family ancestor a resource-rich island, Baiye Island, for him to start a family.

For this reason, the Xue family became attached to the Chen family and became their minions.

He has always been loyal and obedient.

Xue Wen automatically ignored Chen Xintong's scornful attitude towards his ancestor, smiled bitterly, and said: "Brother Chen doesn't know the situation of my younger brother. My father seems to think highly of me the most, so he entrusted me with the management of Tianbao Pavilion."

"But he has many wives and concubines and hundreds of children and grandchildren. Most of the island's income has been dispersed, leaving little for me."

"If I want to take a further step in the path of immortality, I have to rely on myself to work hard."

Chen Xintong snorted coldly, he knew very well what kind of virtue Xue Wen was.

It sounds high-sounding, but in fact, isn't it just a business that involves making money and killing people, and making money very quickly?

Seeing that Chen Xintong looked unhappy, Xue Wen quickly said: "Brother Chen, leave this matter to me. If it can be done, then we can add two to five of the boy's belongings. Is that feasible?"

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

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

"Brother Chen, please rest assured. I have arranged for a trustworthy person to follow him. I will wait until I am far away from Baiye Island to find an opportunity to take action. I will never let Brother Chen get into any trouble."

Seeing that Chen Xintong agreed, Xue Wen breathed a sigh of relief and curved a meaningful smile on his lips.

After getting on his boat, Chen Xintong will never get off easily!

"Proprietor!"

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

"Come in!"

After Xue Wen finished speaking, a short and thin man wearing a black robe pushed open the door and entered. When he saw someone else in the room, his expression was a little hesitant.

Xue Wen pretended to be sullen and said: "This is my best friend. Xue Jiu, it's okay for you to speak directly if you have anything to say."

"Proprietor, that boy boarded the spirit boat at the ferry."

Xue Jiu reported truthfully.

"very good!"

Xue Wen sighed, then laughed ferociously.

If Chen Ping escapes into the vast ocean with the spirit boat he purchased, even if he has the means to track him, it will be like finding a needle in a haystack.

But Chen Ping chose to return to the Chen family's spirit boat, and everything was still under control!

Xue Wen said without any doubt: "Xue Jiu, if you take Eleven and Thirteen to go there and get things done, I will give you a heavy reward."

"Remember, you must clean it up!"

"yes!"

Xue Jiu responded with cupped fists and quickly left the backyard.

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

He really has nothing to worry about.

Three seventh-level Qi practitioners surrounded and killed a sixth-level Qi practitioner, and Xue Jiuji and others were desperadoes he had trained with great effort, and were good at combined attack spells.

With three people joining forces, even the elites trained by the big families will have no way to survive!

…

"Xue Yun, this uncle of yours has made a reservation first."

In the private room on the second floor of Lingzhou, Chen Ping looked at the gorgeous sunset on the horizon and murmured to himself.

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

After hiding his identity as a direct descendant of the Chen family, the casual cultivator "Lu Yu" successfully attracted the covetous attention of the evil wolf.

Not long after leaving Tianbao Pavilion, he discovered that a monk at the seventh level of Qi training was following behind him. His steps were vigorous and silent, and he was obviously very good at hiding.

There is no need to guess, this person must have been sent by Xue Wen, and his exposed property has finally made people worry about it.

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 admitted one after another, all of whom are at the seventh level of Qi training.

The aura on one of them was the same as that of the rat who had been following him before.

They were seated on the first floor of the cabin, separated by a few feet, and seemed to have nothing to do with each other.

Chen Ping sneered and took a Bigu Pill calmly.

Even if the three of them are in a group, he has nothing to fear.

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

As sunset approached, Chen Xintong returned to the ship with a drunken face and entered the box in the front row.

With an order, the spirit boat, which 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. Chen Ping did not get off the ship again, but just stayed in the box to practice the exercises.

There has been no communication between the three monks who boarded the ship from Baiye Island.

"Yunquan Island has arrived, 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 also landed on the shore.

It is early spring, and Yunquan Island is full of life with thousands of trees sprouting green and young grass sprouting.

His consciousness noticed that three "tails" were following behind him. Chen Ping pursed his lips, avoided the crowd, and galloped towards a less traveled mountain road.

"Brother Ninth, where is this kid going? That's not the route to Lingquan. Could he have discovered us?"

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

"Brother Eleven, what are you afraid of? How can a casual cultivator at the sixth level of Qi training be able to change the world?"

The person who answered was the youngest, but he had wrinkles on his face and a pea-like black mole on his left eyebrow.

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."

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

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

"I must have used treasures to strengthen my body skills. Hehe, luckily the proprietor had expected it."

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

"Buzz buzz"

The black flying ants circled in place a few times, then flapped their wings and flew towards a path.

"Follow up!"

Xue Jiu greeted and rushed over first.

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

The entire entrance to the forest in front of me was shaped like a bloody mouth lying on the ground. There were dark winds and heavy cold air all around.

"Buzz!"

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

Xue Jiu and the others, who were coming from behind, saw this scene with their own eyes. They were horrified and immediately formed a formation, back to back, fighting each other.

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

Coupled with the combination of an advanced level sword technique, Xue Jiu believed that he could fight against a monk at the ninth level of Qi training.

Feeling at ease, Xue Jiu licked his lips, raised his voice and shouted: "Boy, I know you are hiding nearby, don't think about playing tricks. As long as you hand over all your belongings, I can spare your life, Lao Jiu."

!”

"Yeah?"

A faint voice sounded, infused with mana and continued continuously, echoing around the outskirts of this secluded mountain forest, making it look particularly eerie and terrifying.

"Pfft!"

Before anyone arrived, Xue Jiu and others seemed to be held down by a big invisible hand, unable to move.

Immediately afterwards, it was as if a huge boulder was pressing down on them, and their kneecaps suddenly cracked. They were all half-kneeling on the ground, with blood mixed with minced meat spurting out in large mouthfuls.

"Foundation-building monk!"

The faces of Xue Jiu and the others changed wildly, their eyes filled with endless despair.

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

This kid must be a rejuvenated foundation-building senior in disguise!

Xue Jiu's heart grew colder as he thought about it, but he didn't know that Chen Ping wasn't feeling well either.

"Sure enough, after seizing the soul, my consciousness is far beyond the peak of Qi training, but it is still not as good as a real foundation-building monk. In a short period of time, such a consciousness attack can only be used once at most."

Chen Ping was hiding in a giant tree, looking a little pale at this time.

The divine consciousness attack method he just used is called "Hundred Forging Condensation Technique".

It is a spiritual secret technique that was practiced in the previous life.

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

There are countless types of techniques in the world, but there are only a few that involve the soul and consciousness.

Every divine soul technique is a golden elixir, and even the secret technique of suppressing the sect of Yuanying Sect.

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

This skill, mastered by Chen Ping, is also extremely valuable and is a treasure coveted by ordinary Yuandan monks.

The Hundred Forging Condensation Technique can instantly convert the power of divine consciousness derived from the soul into substance, and increase the power by ten thousand kilograms to directly attack the enemy's physical body with the overwhelming force of a mountain.

The barrier to entry for using this technique is high.

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

Otherwise, it will not only be ineffective, but also consume most of the soul power, and then fall into a weak state.

Chen Ping's spiritual consciousness can reach up to two hundred feet when exerted at full strength, which is far beyond the ordinary seventh-level qi-training monks. This is how he can 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.
Chapter completed!