"呲呲呲"

The Yuan Measuring Pearl flashed with silvery white light.

Immediately afterwards, five fish fry-like patterns floated on the surface of the beads.

"Well, it's the fifth level of Qi training. Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Nie for passing the test. Please go aside and wait for a moment."

Meng Ping nodded slightly and motioned for Nie Qian to walk behind him.

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes slightly. Although this Yuan Measuring Pearl is a rare treasure, it must be close to the monk's Dantian when used. If it is slightly farther away, it will be ineffective.

This bead has another special feature.

If the person being tested exceeds the level of foundation building, the Yuan Testing Pearl will be broken into pieces.

Meng Ping was so cautious because he wanted to prevent the hostile Foundation Establishment monks from deliberately hiding their cultivation and sneaking into the magic circle to start killing people.

"Next."

Meng Ping looked at the team and said loudly.

Seeing that Nie Qian passed the test safely, the people behind them also put down their guard and cooperated extremely well.

Half an hour later, it was Chen Ping's turn.

"Lu Yu, Feiyue Island casual cultivator!"

Chen Ping said calmly and reported the origins that he had prepared before landing on the island.

Feiyue Island, a second-level island under the jurisdiction of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, is more than two thousand miles away from Tengshan Island.

This island is a well-known gathering place for casual cultivators.

The island is a mixed bag of fish and dragons, and there are so many forces that it is difficult for the Meng family to get to the bottom of things and judge the truth.

"Feiyue Island?"

Meng Ping showed a hint of surprise and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Lu has traveled thousands of miles to make a living here, but he is not afraid of hardships."

With that said, Meng Ping no longer doubted anything else and handed the Yuan Measuring Pearl to Chen Ping.

Tengshan Island Mineral Recruitment recruits many casual cultivators, and previously there were monks from further seas.

Therefore, Meng Ping was just a little surprised and did not delve into it further.

"Fellow Daoist Lu passed the sixth level of Qi training."

Meng Ping nodded with satisfaction, and six fish fry patterns were printed on the Yuan Measuring Pearl, which represented that Chen Ping was at the sixth level of Qi training.

The copper crystal mine is hard and buried deep in the rock wall, so monks need to use spiritual power to dig it.

The deeper the cultivation level of the miner, the higher the mining efficiency.

They can also end their task of overseeing the work as soon as possible and leave this ghostly place with poor spiritual energy.

When he reached a corner, Chen Ping leaned against the rock and closed his eyes to rest.

After half a cup of tea, all the monks who entered the island passed the interrogation. There were twenty-three people in total.

During this period, Ye Mofan also arrived last.

He secretly looked at Chen Ping, and when he saw the latter's indifferent expression, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"Follow me into the formation, be careful not to release your spiritual consciousness, otherwise the moment you pass through the barrier, you will attract an independent attack from the formation."

Meng Ping took out a gleaming jade plaque and silently recited a complex mantra. The light curtain of the seven-color rainbow array in front of him suddenly revealed a gap that was only large enough for one person to pass through.

As if walking on thin ice, everyone filed in quietly.

This is a second-level formation that can rival foundation-building monks.

Even if the Seven-Colored Rainbow Formation is not good at attacking, it is not something that Qi Practitioners can defeat.

Stronger than Chen Ping, he also tightly restrains his soul and prevents his consciousness from fluctuating.

He does not have the Earth Flame Sword with him at this time, so if he attracts a large attack, there is a high probability that he will be blown to pieces.

As a gust of breeze blew by, everyone's eyes were blurred. When they opened their eyes again after a moment, they were already inside the formation.

In front of you is a rolling basin.

The edge was steep, and the air was filled with unspeakable moisture.

In the deepest part of the basin, there is a deep black hole ten feet wide and three feet high.

The dark wind in the cave is howling and roaring, and even if you gather your spiritual power and focus it in your eyes, you can't see the end.

At this moment, an old Taoist with a red face and a white beard was sitting in front of the cave entrance.

Looking at his face, he is actually a bit older than Meng Ping.

When Meng Ping saw the red-faced old man, he first stepped forward and bowed, and then said respectfully: "Third Elder, these people are the new miners."

"What! Third Elder?"

"Foundation-building monk? Senior Meng Lingqiu of the Meng family?"

Everyone was shocked and became noisy for a while. Those who knew the Meng family somewhat opened their mouths and exclaimed in surprise.

Those who choose to come here to work as miners are basically casual cultivators at the lowest level, or are from the ninth-rate forces.

After practicing for half a lifetime, most of them have never seen a foundation-building monk in person.

But at this time, a living master of foundation building appeared in front of everyone, asking them how to stay calm!

"Meng Lingqiu! The original owner's father-killing enemy!"

Chen Ping hid in the crowd, shrugging his head and secretly complaining about bad luck.

I don’t know whether it’s because the family’s information is wrong, or because this person has just recently settled on Fujiyama Island, but there is no news at all.

The presence of a genuine foundation-building monk here meant that all his plans were disrupted.

Although Meng Lingqiu had a deep hatred for Chen Ping, he would never take action rashly before building the foundation, otherwise it would be no different than committing suicide.

The huge gap in realm cannot be surpassed by a few top-quality magical weapons or a mysterious skill.

"Bah!"

Meng Ping shouted loudly with spiritual power in his mouth, and said with an unhappy expression: "Please be quiet!"

The third elder and his old man were watching from the side, and the group of people kept chattering, which made him lose face.

"snort!"

Meng Lingqiu slowly stood up and looked at everyone, then a sharp spiritual consciousness swept across the sky and covered the earth, like an endless tide, wave after wave.

The one with the highest cultivation level on the field is only at the seventh level of Qi training.

Except for Chen Ping, who has a powerful soul, the consciousness of others gradually became blurred.

There seemed to be water surging in the ears, and the sound became louder and louder, almost shattering everyone's ears.

That divine consciousness was overbearing and roamed over everyone's bodies, not even sparing the hidden body parts.

Several female cultivators were blushing, angry and anxious, but they did not dare to attack.

Chen Ping secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The intensity of Meng Lingqiu's spiritual consciousness was exactly twice that of his, which just reached the minimum limit for monks in the early stage of foundation establishment, and was still unable to detect the disguise of the True Illusion Mask.

"I, Meng Lingqiu, please open your storage bags now. I want to check them one by one!"

Meng Lingqiu ordered coldly as the stormy wave of spiritual consciousness receded.

After witnessing the master's magical power, everyone dared to disobey his decree. They all took out their storage bags, opened them and placed them on the ground.

Chen Ping pretended to be frightened, and also opened the storage bag and poured out the contents.

After more than ten breaths, Meng Lingqiu finally withdrew his consciousness, sat back in front of the cave entrance, closed his eyes and remained still.

"Don't be offended, everyone. In order to prevent outside thieves from sneaking into the mine and destroying the mineral veins by relying on large-scale killing treasures such as Hunleizi and second-level talismans, we, the Meng family, have taken strict precautions. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

Meng Ping clasped his fists and said slightly apologetically.

As soon as he finished speaking, a bunch of spiritual stones flew out from his storage bag and scattered in front of everyone.

Then, he said sincerely: "Ten low-grade spiritual stones per person should be regarded as compensation from my Meng family."

"Thank you so much, Brother Dao!"

Everyone expressed their gratitude one after another, and the previous grievances and unhappiness immediately disappeared.

Most of the people on the scene were impoverished casual cultivators, and ten spirit stones were considered a fortune that could be taken into account.

Chen Ping suddenly found it strange that the Meng family used a stick in one hand and a carrot in the other to win people's hearts, but it didn't seem necessary.

"From now on, you will be the official miners hired by our Meng family."

"The monthly basic salary is seven low-grade spiritual stones."

"You need to hand over five hundred kilograms of copper crystals every thirty days, and we will settle the excess as one spiritual stone per hundred kilograms."

"As for those who dig less than 500 kilograms, their entire salary for the month will be deducted directly."

Meng Ping looked at everyone and said softly.

Naturally, all the cultivators had no objections. Mining five hundred kilograms of copper crystals a month was not a very harsh condition.

Even a third-level qi-training monk with low strength can barely do it.

From this point of view, the Meng family's recruitment this time is still very sincere.

"Everyone will stay in the mine for three years. Meng will regularly distribute a free bottle of Bigu Pill to everyone."

Meng Ping's words were like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves, causing everyone who had finally calmed down to start to feel anxious again.

"Three years? What does Fellow Daoist Meng mean?"

Nie Qian asked boldly.

Meng Ping smiled coldly and said sternly: "Don't you understand? You must work for our Meng family for three years before you can be free!"

"What!"

Ye Mofan, who had always behaved himself, changed his expression and said in a panic: "Are we going to be put under house arrest? We can't leave for three years, and the elders in my family will not think that I have fallen away!"

"It's just that it takes too long, so I won't do it anymore!"

A tall, fat casual cultivator shouted and took a few steps back.

"Still want to leave?"

Meng Lingqiu, who was watching with cold eyes, suddenly disappeared from the place, and when he appeared again, he had already grabbed the tall monk by the throat.

With a crisp sound of "Crack", the neck of this big man at the fourth level of qi training went limp, and he died instantly.

Meng Lingqiu threw the body away and said solemnly: "Those who quit midway will die!"

Quiet, unusually quiet!

Each other's heartbeats could be clearly heard, and it wasn't until Meng Lingqiu killed a person like crushing ants that everyone finally woke up.

In front of the foundation-building monks, they had no power to resist. It would not be an exaggeration to call them ants.

Ye Mofan, who was the first to raise an objection, was so frightened that he stood there motionless like a piece of wood.

Only Chen Pingping did not change his color.

It's just about the weak and the strong, and this has always been the case in the world of cultivation.

What made him extremely confused was why the Meng family restricted them for three years?

Judging from the recent sharp increase in the number of workers, do they want to dig out the mineral veins in one go?

However, recruiting workers in such a hasty manner and dispatching foundation-building elders to guard this desolate place undoubtedly greatly increased the cost of mining and did not benefit the family at all.

There must be something hidden in this!

Chen Ping's thoughts changed rapidly. No matter what the Meng family wanted, he couldn't just sit back and wait for death and be trapped in this ghost place for three years.

Missing the family's direct line qualification continuation competition, and the cobweb blood mark in Xue Yun's body erupting are all trivial matters.

The key is that the training environment on Tengshan Island is extremely harsh, and the pills he brought with him were only enough for him to reach the seventh level of Qi training.

Therefore, Chen Ping must find a way to leave Tengshan Island as soon as possible.

"As long as you wait for peace and quiet, Meng guarantees that every Taoist friend will make a lot of money in three years."

Meng Ping smiled and comforted him, but in his heart he complained about Meng Lingqiu.

Although killing chickens to scare monkeys like this has immediate results, if word spreads, it will severely damage the family's reputation. How can there be any casual cultivators willing to work for the Meng family in the future?

We can't kill all the foreign monks present afterwards.

The third elder is narrow-minded and violent. He regards the lives of lower-level monks as nothing because of his high level of cultivation.

Over the years, if he had not been supported by his family, he would have been killed long ago.

Even they, the younger generations of the same clan, had many complaints against Meng Lingqiu.

Of course, he only thought about it in his mind and never dared to say it out loud.

The importance of a foundation-building monk to the family is self-evident.
Chapter completed!