Chapter 87 of the Main Text Volume of Haoyu True Immortal Jinrui Island "Roar!"

The eye-catching white tiger stared with all four limbs, flew a long distance, and immediately caught up with the hunter who was last, carrying a child on his back. Grab, grab, grab

Then, the tiger's claws as thick as a knife board struck the black-faced child.

"father!"

The fishy smell was swept by the strong wind, and the black-faced child shivered and screamed in panic.

"Beast, how dare you!"

The wide-eared hunter glared angrily and protected his son behind him.

Obviously he planned to use his own life to block this fatal claw!

"Old Sun!"

"Brother Sun!"嘘戅LOLM戅

Before these hunters could recover from the shock brought by Chen Ping, they saw the black-faced child and his son in danger. They stopped one by one and rushed to the rescue with steel forks.

However, there was only a "whoosh" sound, and a tiny green beam of light came from nowhere and passed through the eye-catching white tiger's forehead like lightning.

"Ouch!"

The big insect let out a heart-rending wail. It was so fierce and rampant a moment ago that it fell directly from the air and became silent in an instant.

Everyone was stunned, this was a big insect that had become a monster!

They are as strong as iron, and their specially-made crossbows can only leave a white mark on the tiger's back, let alone the hardest skull.

But he was hit in the head by a mysterious object.

Looking again, the dark green beam of light actually floated into the hands of the monk in green.

"Immortal...immortal master!"

Everyone was terrified and knelt on the ground in darkness.

"Xiaotong, kneel down quickly."

The hunter surnamed Sun pulled the corner of his son's clothes and scolded him in a low voice.

"Immortal."

The black-faced boy bowed obediently and stared at the Evil Shadow Needle with his bright little eyes.

Although Hengshan Island is a remote place, an immortal master comes here every ten years to recruit disciples, so except for Sun Tong, who was dissatisfied with his childhood education, everyone else has seen the immortal master.

Chen Ping glanced at everyone with an indifferent expression, without saying a word, and then the fire wheels suddenly appeared on the soles of his feet, and the person disappeared in a snap of his fingers.

"It was the immortal master who saved us!"

The elderly hunter's hands and feet were trembling, and he couldn't control himself with excitement.

"Is this the power that an immortal can control?"

Xiao Suntong's eyes were bright, and he stood up first, bowing deeply in the direction where Chen Ping left.

"Everyone, please divide this tiger monster!"

The older hunter pointed to the ground and said happily.

The corpse of a white tiger that is about to become a demon, even if divided equally among a dozen families, is enough to build a small courtyard for each of them.

…

One month later.

A twenty-foot-tall golden spirit boat sailed on the sea, cutting through the waves.

There are five floors in the spirit boat. From a distance, it looks like a giant whale.

More than a dozen gun barrels standing proudly on the side wall of the ship shine brightly.

There are more than a hundred flags on the hull, dancing in the wind, with the word "王" embroidered on them.

This is the large spiritual boat of the Wang family.

The mounted cannon barrel can emit an attack power similar to the Qiankun Pillar.

In a head-on confrontation, ordinary foundation-building monks would avoid its edge.

It can be said that this large spiritual boat has a hint of a spiritual ship.

The fourth floor, box number 137.

Several door curtains hang down in front of the door, and the crystal ornaments embellished between them are transparent and crystal clear, full of luxury.

The gilt copper stove with patterns of exotic animals next to it lit up a faint green smoke, which made people feel refreshed.

This is an incense made from first-order spiritual wood, Mingxuan wood.

It can calm the mind and nourish the soul, helping monks to enter the state of cultivation faster.

Just this short length of three inches costs almost thirty spiritual stones.

The first stick of Mingxuan Incense was a gift from the Wang family. After it was burned out, if you wanted to use it, you had to pay for it yourself.

"We will arrive at Jinrui Island tomorrow."

Chen Ping sat in front of the window, admiring the surging waves and the endless sea view.

This already belongs to the deep sea of ​​Yuanyan Islands.

It is more than 16,000 miles away from Haichang Island.

After leaving Hengshan Island, he went all the way south and finally arrived at Wangjia Island half a month ago.

There are dozens of forces, large and small, in the surrounding area, but only two islands have the ability to open long-distance routes.

One is Haichang Island, and the other is Wangjia Island.

Chen Ping had previously disobeyed Chen Xingchao, so of course it was impossible for him to throw himself into a trap and return to Haichang Island to take a boat.

Therefore, we can only do the next best thing and take a detour to Wangjia Island to take a large spiritual boat.

Due to the long distance, such a trip only occurs every one month.

Chen Ping waited for a while at the Monk Inn on Wangjiadao.

Ten days ago, he actually boarded the spiritual boat heading to Jinrui Island.

We stopped at several islands along the way. Otherwise, with the speed of a large spiritual boat, we should have arrived at Jinrui Island long ago.

Even so, the cost of this trip is extremely high.

The ordinary cabin ticket costs fifty spiritual stones, and the box ticket is as high as three hundred spiritual stones. Only the relatively wealthy Qi-training monks are willing to buy it.

Because it is a deep-sea route, monsters appear frequently, and foundation-building monks will escort it every time.

The Wang family is a subsidiary force of the Jin family, and there are currently four foundation-building monks.

The person in charge of this route is the second elder of the Wang family, Wang Fenglian, who is in the middle stage of foundation building.

This person is a sword master.

On the way, several waves of monsters came, but he killed them all with one knife.

The most dangerous time on the road was when two mid-level second-level black hurricane crocodiles attacked the spirit boat.

Wang Fenglian was defeated by one person, so he shouted "Fellow Daoist Qin", and then he saw a handsome man in white flying out from a box on the top floor, and forced the Black Hurricane Crocodile back in a few rounds.

At that time, as soon as the man in white appeared, most of the monks recognized him at a glance.

Everyone spontaneously bowed their heads and bowed, showing respect.

Some low-level female cultivators even had stars in their eyes, eager to commit themselves to them.

Qin Dong, the owner of "Green Devil Island", is a well-known master of casual cultivation and has a cultivation level in the late stage of foundation building.

He occupied Qing Mo Island, a second-level island, all by himself, and even the Wang family had to give him some face.

After driving away the Black Hurricane Crocodile, Qin Dong disappeared in a flash and was never seen again.

The rest of the journey was uneventful, with no major twists and turns.

…

One day later.

"Jinrui Island has arrived, please fellow Taoists leave as soon as possible."

Wang Fenglian's slightly old voice suddenly echoed through the spirit boat.

Although he calls himself "fellow Taoist", it carries a hint of unquestionable command.

However, just a few moments ago, Chen Ping vaguely noticed a stream of spiritual consciousness seeping into Qin Dong's box.

It must have been Wang Fenglian who sent a message alone to inform Qin Dong.

But this is understandable.

The big gap lies here.

Wang Fenglian is a master of foundation building, and the only ones who can gain his respect are monks who are stronger than him.

Chen Ping followed the crowd and got off the spirit boat.

The ferry here is several times larger than that of Haichang City.

In the shallow sea near the shore, there are at least dozens of boats racing.

In the distance, a five-color lighthouse hundreds of feet high stands majestically.

From all directions, monks came one after another.

What you see is a prosperous scene.
Chapter completed!