The sky eclipses the stars, and Kongyuan City.

According to Chen Ping's plan, hunting down the Yuexuanxian Sect monks was a long-term revenge operation. Before launching it, he was prepared to relax a little.

As a result, he met a being in "Junxin Pavilion" who could easily crush him to death.

While his heart was palpitating and frightened, the great sage once again made some earth-shattering taunts.

It sounds like two eighth-level people are coming. .??.??

One of them is called the Immortal...

The Great Sage?

Isn't this the ancestor who has been with the Sword Sect for two thousand years but has never met him?

The next moment, a beam of green sword light shot out from the still space.

That sword light was not affected by the surrounding restrictions at all.

With a slight seal, a woman wearing white gauze appeared in front of Chen Ping.

Her satin-like black hair hangs down to her waist, and her appearance is extremely beautiful.

The skin does not show any blood color, as if it is as pale as the fireworks of the human world.

Taking a closer look, her waterfall of hair was actually condensed by a vast sea of ​​sword energy.

The aura it exudes is like the power of heaven and earth during a tribulation, making people breathless and frightened.

"You have time to come to a place like this to enjoy yourself. Have you reached your third level of swordsmanship?"

The female cultivator frowned slightly at this moment, seeming a little unhappy.

"It's over, it's really the Great Sage..."

Chen Ping's heart skipped a beat.

After practicing hard for a thousand and hundreds of years, you were caught playing for three days?

This kind of bad luck will be recorded in the history of the Sword Sect.

The tall image that was finally erected in the sect collapsed immediately.

And he was caught and revealed by his ancestor.

However, at the same time, Chen Ping's heart finally fell into place.

After all, the visitors were the ancestor and her friends, so his life was completely guaranteed.

"Haha, even though he has become exhausted from training, he is still obsessed with brothels. This little guy is as good as me when I was hiding in the palace and enjoying myself for several lifetimes!"

The teasing male cultivator's voice sounded again.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, Chen Ping's sea of ​​consciousness shook, and the restraints on his body were instantly released.

Mana, consciousness, and body all return to their original state.

"Chen Ping, a disciple of the Sword Sect, has met our ancestor!"

After he was able to move, Chen Ping hurriedly arranged his clothes and performed the sect's Supreme Sword Ceremony towards the Great Sage.

He was depressed and confused.

Judging from the posture of the two great sages, it was obvious that they were heading straight for him.

But how did the ancestor find him so accurately?

Even if he knew that he was eclipsing the stars, the land of stars was still quite vast.

Even a detailed search for an eighth-level creature is unrealistic.

"You have been away from the sect for a thousand years, how has your swordsmanship changed?"

The Great Sage of Immortality condensed his beautiful eyes and asked slowly.

"I almost had the opportunity to undergo three transformations..."

As soon as he said it bravely, Chen Ping was ready to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

In his hand, he kept three strands of the three-slaughter rule.

However, considering that my talent in the way of swordsmanship is far inferior to that of the way of the soul, I don't dare to try it easily.

Otherwise, the thread of rules will be wasted and the losses will be huge.

"Still in second molt."

When the Great Sage Hearing this, his fair face suddenly became even colder.

With such lagging magical power, how can this young man have the nerve to come to Goulan Land to enjoy himself?

"Ancestor Mingjian, this disciple is creating his own swordsmanship, and soon he will be able to successfully break through the third metamorphosis."

Chen Ping suddenly became excited and hurriedly explained, "Moreover, my disciple's talent in the way of fire is even greater, and his daily practice is mainly based on the way of fire."

As soon as he finished speaking, he spread his hands in front of the ancestor.

"Zizzi!"

The scorching heat rises, and a blooming seven-color fire lotus takes shape.

"Hey, this guy is so angry? That's really good."

After a slight moan, Chen Ping's wrist was touched by a warm hand.

He grabbed it with his warm, rough hands.

An old man in rough robes with wild hair flying and a high nose squeezed out of the space, pointed at his face and said with a smile, "Boy, do you like lotus flowers too?"

"Senior...Senior is..."

The moment he saw the old man in rough robes, Chen Ping's mouth froze open and he was simply stunned.

The legend of his side of the world, the Heavenly Medicine Spirit Master!

Legend has it that not long after he started practicing, he picked up a treasure that opened up the world, and the lucky person had a smooth journey and advanced to become a god.

Today is really a hell!

Characters from tens of thousands of years ago appeared in front of me...

"This man actually achieved the status of a great saint!"

As soon as the thought flashed, Chen Ping suddenly realized. Looking at the old man with wild hair, the corners of his eyes suddenly twitched.

Another glance brought tears to my eyes and I was moved.

"Little fellow, have you heard of my deeds?"

The Great Sage Tianyao saw Chen Ping burst into tears and said angrily.

He didn't know this kid's little thoughts, so he wanted to curry favor with him when they met.

Otherwise, tens of thousands of years ago, the two people who were together could not be beaten with eight poles, why would he cry like a pear blossom with rain in his eyes?

"Master!"

"My disciple has been looking for you for a long time. I have been dreaming about being with you day and night. Finally, God took pity on me and allowed me to reunite with you!"

What made both Zhixian and Tianyao frown was that Chen Ping knelt down and gave a big salute to Tianyao.

The excitement and piety on his face didn't look like he was faking it at all.

On the contrary, it seems to be true.

The next moment, I saw Chen Ping slowly moving his hands into his arms.

The consciousness is secretly searching in the Taihe bottle, somewhere where waste is piled up in a corner.

When he stretched out his hand, a half-foot-long jade statue appeared!

The statue looks like a middle-aged man with clear eyes.

His facial features are exactly what Tianyao looks like when he is ten or twenty years younger!

"Master!"

Chen Ping sobbed, his chest heaving up and down.

When Tian Yao saw the jade statue for the first time, his eyes suddenly froze.

Then, as if he had returned to a long time ago, tens of thousands of years ago, a trace of nostalgia flashed across his face.

There was a hint of softness in his eyes as he stared at Chen Ping.

"Whoosh!"

The void was sucked in, and Tianyao captured the statue. After looking at it for a moment, he said with a complicated expression.

"Before he ascended to the Star Realm, the old Taoist had built a legacy cave in the Great Thousand Realm, which contained a copy of the alchemy method and the inheritance of Ling Zhifu."

"I never expected that you would break into it and get the inheritance."
To be continued...