Pursing his lips calmly, Chen Ping turned around and returned to the cabin.

Just now, it was Xiong Dingtian from Yinluo Sect who was communicating with him.

More than a month ago, after he revealed his cultivation level, this person came to the door aggressively the next day.

Chen Ping didn't give him a good look, so the two of them stayed away from the spirit ship and competed with each other with their magical powers.

The result is naturally under Chen Ping's control.

Using the Ice Spirit Crystal Flame, his strength was close to that of the late Yuan Dan, and he was easily recognized by Xiong Dingtian.

It turns out that Xiong Dingtian's eccentric temperament was just a form of contempt for monks who were far inferior to him.

This person communicates with me, and his attitude is generally normal.

"A monk from Yinluo Sect who protects you?"

Chen Pingping was expressionless and secretly sneered.

On the same day, Zhou Wuchun saw that he and Xiong Dingtian came back safe and sound after fighting with each other, and immediately eagerly presented him with 50,000 spiritual stones.

Although the number is not much, it is still a piece of my heart.

At this moment, Chen Ping was of course slightly biased towards the Zhou family.

However, if he encounters serious danger, he will be the first to pat his sleeves and run as far as he can.

…

The sunset over the sea in autumn is so beautiful.

But along the way, broken spiritual boats floated up from time to time. The pillars of the boats had been corroded by the sea water and turned dark black.

The spirit ship blocked the way without hesitation, and the cabin was full of first-order demon fish, jumping around.

Some of the ships were littered with human skeletons. They were so weathered that they broke into pieces at the slightest touch. It was unknown how many years they had been wandering at sea.

These spiritual ships that were seriously damaged in accidents and thus lost their value are generally called "maritime ruins."

The ruins at sea are basically medium to large dilapidated spirit boats, with very few spirit ships.

After all, no matter how badly damaged the spirit ship is, you can make a small profit by dismantling it and selling its materials, but it has long been snatched away by the monks.

In the Wind Slayer, several Zhou family foundation-building monks flew out from the deck, groped for a while on the corpses that were about to sink to the bottom of the sea, and each harvested a few storage bags.

Then, fireballs fell down one after another, and the corpses immediately turned into ashes and scattered into the distance with the wind.

Such corpses that retain their wealth are basically those of sea-crossing passengers who died when monsters attacked the ship.

If it were the evil cultivators acting like locusts passing through the territory, how could they be willing to leave the property without taking it back?

Zhou Wuchun seemed to be used to it, and even deliberately slowed down the speed of the spirit ship, waiting for the return of his tribe.

Taking money from the "dead person" and burying the "dead person" is one of the established rules in the waters of the Twin Cities.

No one knows whether he will be the next person to die in a foreign land with no one to collect his body.

after one day.

Two spiritual ships passed by a small island and happened to encounter a micro-scale beast tide.

Hundreds of swarms of crabs the size of huts emerge from the beaches on all sides and attack the island crazily.

On the island, three early-stage foundation-building monks were leading forty or fifty Qi-training monks, guarding a sea cliff and struggling to hold on.

But there are too many crab demons, and there is also a second-level peak leader. This land of human race reproduction is about to be destroyed.

Zhou Wuchun hesitated for a moment and gave an order to the Wind Slayer.

The ship immediately changed its course and sailed quickly towards the suffering island.

"Zhou Wuchun, there are countless islands in the Shuangcheng sea area that are invaded by monsters every year. Can you save them?"

In the golden ship, Xiong Dingtian had a thought and said to several Yuandan monks in a cold tone: "If you insist on showing your benevolence and meddling in other people's business, I won't wait for you. Let's go our separate ways here."

After listening to what he said, Zhou Wuchun trembled, and the castration of the spirit ship came to an abrupt halt.

"Damn guy, he obviously did it casually."

Zhou Wuchun cursed secretly, but did not dare to ignore Xiong Dingtian's warning, and prepared to return to the original route with a gloomy face.

At this moment, a green shadow flashed rapidly and flew onto the island after a dozen breaths.

There was no magic weapon released. He just flicked an ice flame, opened his mouth and blew it, and it turned into thousands of wisps. Like steel needles fired by an arrow and crossbow, they were accurately shot into the group of crab monsters.

The next moment, hundreds of crab monsters fell down, losing all their breath, and lay limply on the ground.

"Thank you, senior, for saving your life."

The three leading early-stage foundation-building monks were the first to react. After looking at each other in ecstasy, they said in unison.

The second-level peak crab demon was instantly killed with one blow. This black-faced man must be a major cultivator in the Yuan Dan realm!

Without saying a word, Chen Ping put the body of the Crab Demon King into the storage ring, and then flew away from the sea cliff without looking back.

From behind, cheers like waves rang out. The islanders were grateful and knelt down in darkness.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, this is a great kindness!"

Chen Ping, who rushed back from Zhou Wuchun, nodded and said with a smile.

"snort!"

Xiong Dingtian looked ugly, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

He was only in the middle stage of Yuan Dan, but he dared to slap Zhou Wuchun in front of his face!

The last time the two of them competed with each other, he didn't use his natal puppet at all.

Otherwise, you can easily win with three or five moves.

After all, he was a man with hundreds of years of experience. After Xiong Dingtian sneered angrily for a while, his mood immediately calmed down.

It would be unwise to fall out with a monk of the same level over such a trivial matter.

Seeing that Xiong Dingtian didn't make things difficult again, Chen Ping ignored him and walked into the cabin silently.

In addition to dozens of monks, there are also more than 3,000 mortals living on that island.

If the crab monster captures the island, the creatures on the island will inevitably become the monster's meal.

Therefore, he showed great mercy once.

Of course, this happened by chance, and it was within his ability, so it was absolutely impossible for him to deliberately save it.

What Xiong Dingtian said is not unreasonable.

Tragedies of island destruction and casualties are being staged every day in the Shuangcheng cultivation world, and even the Golden Core cultivators are helpless.

Although he believes in the rules of natural selection and survival of the fittest, this does not hinder his occasional compassion.

Moreover, this move is in line with his true intentions.

Kill when you want, save when you want, and not be influenced by anyone. This is the true meaning of great freedom that he has always pursued.

…

The fourth-floor suite has stone doors opening to both sides.

The three brothers and sisters Jiang Yijin, Li Hongyan, Xu Qiaoqiao and other members of the team all stood in front of the door with trepidation, their heads biting their lips, their expressions changing constantly.

Just now, the majestic scene of Ye Ping killing a group of crabs in an instant replayed endlessly in their minds.

They secretly glanced at each other with mixed feelings, and everyone showed a wry smile.

Among the team, the one they thought was the weakest and easiest to bully was actually a Yuandan monk who had hidden his cultivation!

Rumor has it that monks with great supernatural powers often turn into ordinary people to experience the world of mortals in order to purify their Taoist minds, in order to achieve breakthroughs.

It’s so outrageous, it’s like a story out of a biography!

"You think, Senior Ye is full and has nothing to do?"

Xu Qiaoqiao shrugged her nose slightly and said in a womanly manner.

"Ahem."

Giving him a silent look, Jiang Yijin did not dare to speak rashly.

The limit of spiritual consciousness of Yuan Dan monks is as high as thousands of feet, and their every move should be under the supervision of Senior Ye.

No wonder this person doesn't fit in with others and doesn't associate with them anymore.

Why should a major in the Yuan Dan Realm condescend to interact with the juniors!

Jiang Yijin was extremely helpless. This person was just a random target he found outside Xikou City that day.

Fortunately, judging from the actions of this senior Yaokou in rescuing people, it seems that he is not a vicious high-level monk.

"Why!"
Chapter completed!