"It seems that I have to be more careful in recent years."

Chen Ping had a solemn expression on his face.

First, the Jindan monk issued an order to attract experts to the city, and it coincided with the Baodan Chamber of Commerce's aggressive solicitation of guests. All these signs are sending out a strange signal.

Fuyou City or its vicinity may be about to face a catastrophic event.

Is it really the large beast tide that was speculated before?

Chen Ping pursed his lips and thought deeply for a while, and his expression returned to calmness.

To be honest, he wasn't too afraid of the beast tide attacking the city.

If even the two impregnable cities were lost and destroyed, then the human race of the entire Yuanyan Islands would have reached an irreversible end.

Chen Ping was worried about suffering alone.

If one thousand, ten thousand, or even one hundred thousand monks went through the tribulation together, he would not be afraid at all.

With his current magical power, he is enough to rank among the top thirty in Fuyou City.

When disaster strikes, he is definitely one of the monks with a higher chance of survival.

"Feng Tianyu said that the Yuanyan Islands only have a hundred years of stability left. Is it related to the strange situation in Fuyou City?"

As his mind moved, Chen Ping suddenly thought of something.

However, he immediately shook his head and rejected the idea.

There are still dozens of years to go before a hundred years, and the time gap is too far. They are probably two unrelated secrets.

Of course, the safest way is to find someone knowledgeable and ask.

"I'll go to Fuyou Dojo first. I'm not familiar with the place and I don't have any reliable sources of information."

Chen Ping was thinking about this, and Dunguang turned around and changed direction.

…

In the next few hours, Chen Ping flew leisurely and used his true eyes throughout the whole journey.

The main focus is on observing the environment below.

As we got closer to Fuyou Dojo, the number of monks settling in the surrounding mountains, forests and plains quickly increased.

From time to time, an area of ​​sudden inspiration appears, with hundreds of auras of varying strengths and weaknesses concentrated in one place. It is obviously the residence of a small family or sect.

After continuing to drink a cup of tea, Chen Ping's eyes lit up, and his mana dissipated and he slowly lowered his figure.

Because a colorful auspicious cloud with a radius of a hundred miles appeared in front of me.

The aura kept turning over and over, and gradually formed a funnel shape, with the lower end pointing towards a huge valley.

The extremely rich natural spiritual energy actually gathered into milky white spiritual dragons, flowing in all directions in the valley.

And the active range of these spiritual energies only ends in the valley.

It was as if transparent barriers were set up everywhere to prevent even a trace of it from leaking out.

This giant valley with profound strange phenomena is exactly one of the two core areas of Fuyou City, Fuyou Dojo.

Chen Ping's timely landing was entirely due to a certain regulation.

Flying is prohibited within twenty miles of the dojo.

Golden elixir monks may be exempted from the restrictions of this law, but as a foreign elixir, he still must not forcefully violate the rules of Fuyou City.

After walking for a while, Chen Ping was very close to the valley.

Not far away, there is an open-air corridor that stretches for more than ten miles and is a hundred feet wide. The whole body is made of third-order sapphire. It is exquisitely carved and extremely gorgeous and noble.

The rift valley below is filled with waterfalls and roaring rivers.

At the other end of the corridor, white clouds flutter and fairy sounds are heard, and traces of the Qiongtai Jade Pavilion can be faintly seen, making it seem like a fairyland on earth.

"finally reached."

Chen Ping stepped onto the corridor, feeling inexplicably excited.

There were actually hundreds of monks who passed by with him, including Yuandan Realm major cultivators and third-level spiritual beasts.

It is indeed a Fuyou Dojo where elites from the cultivation world gather.

In his previous life, he had the good fortune to follow the Jindan Patriarch to visit the residence of a Nascent Soul Sect.

Although it is extremely prosperous there, it is a bit inferior to the people coming and going in Fuyou Dojo.

All this abnormality is closely related to the special situation of Yuanyan Islands.

On the Tianyan Continent, at least he had never heard of dozens of forces joining forces to build a city to resist alien races.

…

The corridor leading to Fuyou Dojo is a hundred feet wide, so even if thousands of people are walking together, they will not feel crowded.

Chen Ping walked slowly, looking left and right, seemingly admiring the scenery.

Yuandan Daxiu's momentum is always exposed, and the surrounding low-level monks dare not take the initiative to approach.

"The monks in Fuyou City are so extravagant. This sapphire corridor, if taken apart and sold as materials, is worth at least three million spiritual stones."

Touching the sapphire that was cold to the touch, Chen Ping sighed with such fiery emotion in his heart.

He secretly calculated for a long time, and it turned out that he was appraising the corridor!

Of course, the thought of hauling it away and selling it was fleeting.

Once he takes away the travel channels, he will undoubtedly stir up a hornet's nest, and all the monks in the city will probably join in the pursuit.

After clicking his tongue twice, Chen Ping swept around as if nothing had happened. When he saw that no one was paying attention to him, he put his hands behind his back and walked without any anger, as if he was taking a leisurely walk in his own courtyard.

"Huh?"

There was a sudden movement in his ears, and Chen Ping glanced ahead, a strange color flashing in his eyes.

Just listen to a beautiful and melodious Sanskrit sound floating slowly, spreading clearly throughout the entire corridor.

The sound, like a mixture of multiple musical instruments, seems to contain a touch of magic, making people stop listening to it.

At the same time, a layer of light pink mist also spread, forming hundreds of graceful cranes. They raised their necks and danced gracefully when hearing the sound, making people unable to help but divert their attention.

"Little tricks."

Chen Pingping listened to a burst of Sanskrit music with expressionless concentration. After a while, a trace of ridicule appeared on his face.

This kind of low-level illusion has no effect at all on the realm of Yuan Dan.

Even the foundation-building monks are mostly sober.

Only a few qi-training monks were trapped in it. Some of their eyes were dull, or their faces were ferocious, and they didn't know what they saw in their dreams.

Then, more than ten rays of pink light shot out from the dojo, and in the center was an extremely exquisite flying beast car.

This car is about three to four feet long and is made of an unknown fragrant wood. It has layers of talismans on it. A white light flashes, and the rich and tangy rouge smell spreads suddenly.

In front of the car, three white mink spirit beasts as big as calves were tied. Their limbs were thin, but they crawled very fast, and they arrived on the corridor in the blink of an eye.

"Okay, stop."

Inside the car, a sinister and effeminate man's voice came out with instructions. As soon as the words were spoken, the beast car and the pink light ball paused one after another and stopped castrating.

Then more than ten rays of pink light converged at the same time, and a group of young girls of eighteen or nineteen years old appeared.

Wearing uniform light green cool hanging skirts, with their black hair tied on top of their heads, they are all beautiful and full of youthful vitality.

These female cultivators gathered around the beast cart without saying a word. They lowered their eyebrows and lowered their hands. Their expressions were seductive yet solemn. They were all at the foundation-building stage.

"The people from Hongyan Palace are here to seduce me again. Last time Wu spilled three thousand spirit stones and it took him several months of frugality to make up for it. I must resist this time!"

A pock-marked Zhuji who was closer to Chen Ping couldn't help but angrily muttered to himself when he saw this scene.

"Can you explain something to me, little friend?"

Chen Ping turned his head to look and said calmly.

There was no impression of Hongyan Palace in his memory.

"Senior, isn't he a local monk?"

The pockmarked male cultivator was stunned when he heard this, and then said respectfully.

He had already paid attention to this thin scholar. As the saying goes, a person should not be judged by his appearance. Facing a Yuan Dan monk, he would never dare to refuse. He quickly said: "This Hongyan Palace is not a traditional cultivation force, but a floating secluded dojo." One of the famous gold-selling caves.”

"This palace supports hundreds of stunning female cultivators with special skills, as well as some handsome male cultivators. They usually earn spiritual stones by receiving guests."

"The consumption in the Beauty Palace is particularly exaggerated. If you arrange for any beautician to sing a little song, it will only start with three middle-grade spiritual stones."

"Hehe, if you want to stay in Hongyan Palace for the night, the spirit stones sprinkled in will be too much for ordinary foundation-building monks to bear."

When the pock-marked monk finished speaking as if he was intoxicated with aftertaste, Chen Ping immediately lost interest.

Isn't this Hongyan Palace just a brothel in the secular world?

It’s just that the objects of service have been changed to practitioners.
To be continued...