The sea water ripples, layer by layer filled with afterglow.

In a submarine basin more than a hundred feet away from the sea, there is a magnificent palace.

The entire hall is made of special materials, and sea water cannot penetrate at all.

"Hello, Commander Weng."

The patrolling team met a yellow-robed monk with rosacea and immediately bowed to him.

"Thank you for your hard work. Let's take three days off from tomorrow."

Weng Fuhong said with a happy face and strode into the palace.

"Commander Weng seems to be in a good mood."

"Of course, the commander's heir is now the proud disciple of the newly promoted Jindan Master!"

"I'm just a registered disciple."

"Zhenren Chen has accepted his only disciple. It doesn't matter whether he is a registered disciple or a direct disciple. Who dares to bully him when he goes out?"

"Senior Chen Ping is not easy to mess with. Before he could prove the Golden Elixir, his hands were stained with countless layers of blood. The destruction of the Seven Phoenix Chamber of Commerce was also confirmed. It must have been done by his own hands."

"In Fuyou City, Chen Zhenren was given a nickname vaguely. Do you know?"

A fat-headed and big-eared Foundation-Building monk suddenly started selling treasures.

Seeing his colleagues looking at him curiously, the man chuckled and mouthed a few words.

…

In the central hall of the Undersea Hall.

Weng Fuhong, the commander of Huang Shuihai's secret camp, held a jade slip in his hand, his nose and eyes scrunched up in laughter.

Inside the jade slip was an invitation letter from Commander Cao from another sea area.

He said that he would be the host at the beginning of next month and invited him to attend the banquet.

This person is in the realm of Yuan Dan Dzogchen, and I have never made much friends with him.

But this time he took the initiative to invite him and his attitude was sincere, which made Weng Fuhong very proud.

He knew that improving his cultivation to the late Yuan Dan stage was secondary.

All these changes are due to one person.

All kinds of information in the cultivation world are transmitted very quickly.

More than a month ago, the Chen family in Haichang produced a golden elixir.

Moreover, that person is still his old friend, Chen Ping.

Weng Fuhong couldn't believe it. He asked several times and got a definite result.

This couldn't help but make him surprised and happy, and his thoughts were racing.

Originally, in order to divert his son's obsession with mortal women, he spent a lot of money to ask Chen Ping to teach him the puppetry technique.

What I never expected was that I accidentally picked up a big bargain.

If he can establish a close relationship with a real Jin Dan, his family will really become prosperous.

The more Wang Fuhong thought about it, the happier he became, and he slowly hummed a tune he heard from Hongyan Palace.

"Fu Hong!"

Suddenly, a faint voice came into my ears.

Wang Fuhong was suddenly startled, and he immediately recognized whose voice it was. He quickly put aside the matters at hand and swam towards the sea with great joy.

Sure enough, half a mile away, there was a medium-sized spiritual ship suspended.

A man in green clothes looked at him calmly.

"Junior Weng Fuhong, please see Chen Zhenren."

Weng Fuhong’s voice was clear and well-behaved.

Bow down.

The friends who were once equal to each other suddenly became high-ranking golden elixir monks.

It would be unrealistic to say that he doesn't have any jealousy in his heart.

But this time, he has thought it through.

He needs to be aware enough to accept and adapt.

After all, the stronger Chen Ping's methods are, the more glory he should get.

"Have Zhenren Qian and the other golden elixirs returned to Fuyou City?"

After Chen Ping nodded slightly, he got straight to the point.

He called Weng Fuhong to come up and meet him, but it was not to show his holiness to his old friend.

"Master, the Jindan seniors are still on the Heavenly Beast Island."

Weng Fuhong replied respectfully: "It is said that there is something going on over there in the secret realm, and more than half of the masters who participated in the Twin Cities Conference are stranded on the Heavenly Beast Island and have not yet returned."

"Do you know what the specific situation is?"

Chen Ping's heart moved and he asked.

"Two years ago, not one of the first few hundred monks who were selected came out of the secret realm."

Weng Fuhong replied without hesitation.

"All dead?"

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes and said solemnly.

"That's not true. The monks who enter the secret realm will leave their soul cards outside. At present, it seems that about 30% of them have fallen."

Weng Fuhong narrated the information he knew carefully, and finally added: "Of course, this information was heard by this junior from other Taoist friends. I cannot guarantee whether it is true or false."

"Is that so?"

Chen Ping murmured, with a glint in his eyes.

Obviously, the secret realm of Feitian Sect is still in the exploration stage, and it is still far from the end.

He said he couldn't force his way into it.

It doesn't matter even if the secret realm rejects him, just capture a few Yuandan monks to explore the way for him and get the treasure.

The medicinal effect of the Eclipse Buds is very violent.

Those whose physical cultivation has not reached the peak of Yuan Dan or Golden Dan must not absorb it rashly.

Therefore, if a monk is lucky enough to collect the Sun Eclipse Bud, there is a high probability that he will be able to bring it out of the secret realm.

"Fuhong, come and sit down at Haichangfang when you have time."

After saying a casual polite word, Chen Ping drove away in the spirit ship.

"Zhenren Chen, Senior Gu Chan from Lan Yue Sect is currently in Fuyou City."

Suddenly an idea struck him, and Weng Fuhong hurriedly reported to Chen Ping.

"Why did the toad come here now?"

On the deck, Chen Ping frowned and commanded the spirit ship to continue moving forward.

Asking Weng Fuhong about secret matters involving the golden elixir level is useless.

Looking at the spiritual ship moving in the direction of Fuyou City, Wang Fuhong was secretly excited.

He was afraid that Chen Ping would always be in charge of the family and would never return to Shuangcheng.

In this way, the relationship between the two parties will definitely gradually fade away.

But now that Chen Zhenren has returned to Fuyou City, Weng Mu's status is unbreakable after being together for a long time, and he can also rise with the tide.

…

Thousands of feet away from the ferry, there are already many spiritual boats waiting to enter the city.

At a glance, thousands of boats are vying to cross the river, which is very lively.

Chen Ping had collected the spirit ship a long time ago and landed directly in front of a colorful tower from high altitude.

This is the last place that must be passed before entering the city, the Light-breaking Beidou Formation.

This formation has no killing or defensive effect, but it can detect hidden spiritual energy fluctuations.

No one can avoid it under the Nascent Soul.

After realizing that the crape myrtle breathing technique could not hide from the prying eyes of the Big Dipper Formation, Chen Ping stepped in generously.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound inside the tower, like a buzzing buzz.

Hundreds of beams of colorful light spread out in circles, brightening the sky for dozens of miles above the ferry.
Chapter completed!