There are sixteen micro-islands under the jurisdiction of Xuanqi Island. After Lu Ping came out of Huangyu Island, he flew towards the east. There was the farthest micro-island among the islands under the jurisdiction of Xuanqi Island - Huangli Island.
This time, the disciples of the Xuanling Sect were wiped out. The True Spirit Sect had an absolute advantage. It can be said that there are more wolves than meat. Everyone knows that this is an opportunity to make a fortune. No one will fall behind. Except for Huangyu Island, there is no one with more oil and water than Huangli Island.
There are enough islands, but when Lu Ping goes to look for other islands, he may only have some leftovers, so he might as well try his luck at Huangli Island.
According to the instructions on the map, this Huangli Island is one of the more desolate among the sixteen islands. It can only be used as a spiritual valley base on weekdays. Fortunately, there are several spiritual energy gathering places here, and five acres of spiritual fields have been opened up. Every three
A crop of five hundred kilograms of spiritual grain can be ripened in one month, and more than one hundred spiritual stones can be earned.
Lu Ping can be said to be rich and wealthy now, but he still can't bear to part with the flesh from the mosquito's legs.
In the time of a cup of tea, Lu Ping rushed to Huangli Island and quickly swallowed a Restoration Pill to restore the mana in his body. In just two days, he was about to eat the Restoration Pill as a jelly bean. The battle was indeed like a flower spirit stone.
Running water!
The person guarding Huangli Island was an eighth-level blood refining disciple of the Xuanling Sect. Lu Ping didn't say anything, but he was just about to stab him with a flying sword.
The disciple hadn't yet realized why this "fellow disciple" wanted to kill him. In panic, he could only use a lazy donkey to roll to the side, but Lu Ping still penetrated his shoulder blade.
There is no suspense next. This Xuanling sect disciple was seriously injured. No matter his cultivation, personal magic weapon, or wealth, he could not think of Lu Ping and could only face the fate of death.
Lu Ping's harvesting skills have become much more proficient after being trained during this period of time. In just one hour, he harvested five acres of spiritual valley divided into seven or eight areas on the island.
From the fallen disciple of the Xuanling Sect, Lu Ping did not gain much. After all, he was only an eighth-level disciple, and he was sent to this remote island to plant spiritual valleys. He was obviously not a good figure in the sect.
A popular person.
There were only a few dozen spirit stones in the storage bag, and the magic weapon was only a low-level flying knife. Unfortunately, he was killed before he could use it, and Lu Ping was advantaged in vain.
Some of the elixirs are ordinary. People with the same cultivation level as Lu Ping actually use the blood-purifying elixir that Lu Ping has eliminated long ago. However, the one hundred kilograms of spiritual grain in it is not bad. There are also some other spiritual materials and miscellaneous materials, which are not worth it.
Lu Ping didn't bother to count how many spiritual stones he had and put them all into his storage bag.
A night of running around and fighting made Lu Ping feel very tired. Seeing that there was only more than an hour left before dawn, Lu Ping decided to take a rest on Huangli Island to recover the spent mana and tired spirit.
Two hours later, it was already dark, and the mortals on the island had already begun to go about their daily lives, without any idea that Huangli Island had changed.
Lu Ping let out a long breath and slowly drew back his strength. Feeling the increasingly profound magic power in his blood, he felt slightly excited. Fighting was indeed an effective way to progress. His cultivation in the middle of the eighth level had reached its peak. It seemed that this mission
After it is over, you can break through to the later stage.
At this time, he only heard "rumbling" thunder in the distance. Lu Ping was surprised. Although the weather at sea was unpredictable, the thunder sounded strange.
Lu Ping, who was originally not going to pay attention, had just been practicing for a moment when he was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps.
A calm middle-aged man's voice was heard outside saying: "Report to the Immortal Chief, the fishermen on the island who were out fishing were suddenly attacked by sea beasts. The fishing nets of several fishing boats were bitten by sea beasts, and smaller fishing boats were also attacked by sea beasts.
It was knocked over, and more than a dozen fishermen were already buried in the belly of the fish. We asked the immortal to come to our rescue."
Lu Pingyuan originally planned to return to Xuanqi Island immediately and did not want to meddle in this business, but then he thought about it. Xuanqi Island will soon be under the rule of the Zhenling Sect. He can also establish some reputation for the sect in advance. Lu Ping has been in the Zhenling Villa since he was a child.
Growing up, I still had a strong sense of belonging to the Zhenling Sect.
Lu Ping followed the middle-aged man to the harbor. When everyone saw that the immortal stationed on the island had changed, they did not dare to say anything. Instead, they cheered because of his arrival.
Several fishing boats outside the harbor have sunk. Many fishermen who fell into the sea have been rescued, and many have been dragged into the water by sea beasts. There are several blood-stained marks floating on the water, and several boats have sprinkled water.
The fishing nets were dragged around by sea animals, and the islanders gathered on the coast screamed and cried.
Lu Ping was so panicked by the crying that he raised his magical vessel and drew a white wave on the sea. In a blink of an eye, he was outside the harbor. In the meantime, Lu Ping threw two flying swords and a flying knife into the sea.
The magical weapon pierced back and forth, and the sea surface was suddenly dyed red with the blood of sea beasts, and huge sea beast corpses floated up.
Lu Ping threw several Ice Thorn Talisman and Golden Knife Talisman at several fishing boats running around. The Golden Knife Talisman cut off the ropes of the fishing nets, and the Ice Thorn Talisman pierced into the sea, bringing up another blood flower.
When the fishermen on Huangli Island saw that the immortal had turned a catastrophe into something invisible with just a few gestures, they couldn't help but praise Lu Ping loudly. The fishermen on several rescued boats were even more grateful to Lu Ping, which made Lu Ping at a loss for a while.
Lu Ping was determined to show off his authority for the Zhenling Sect and shouted: "I am a disciple of the Zhenling Sect. From today on, Huangli Island will be under the rule of the Zhenling Sect. Our sect will naturally protect the people on the island."
As expected, the islanders had no dissatisfaction with the change of gates, and just agreed in unison.
At this time, there was another muffled thunder in the distance, and Lu Ping realized that it was not thunder before, but someone was probably fighting. These sea beasts were probably frightened by the fighting, and fled in all directions. The fishermen on Huangli Island suffered a lot.
Lu Ping's mind was agitated. Who else could know how to fight at this time? He quickly used a loudspeaker and shouted to the fishing boats outside the harbor: "Return to the fishing port quickly. Everyone on the island goes home. Be careful.
Disaster!"
Everyone dared to question Lu Ping and returned one after another. Just as everyone on the island had just been evacuated, a bloody light flew quickly towards Huangli Island in the distance. After the bloody light, a escaping light followed closely.
As he got closer, Lu Ping discovered that the monk in the bloody light was Zhang Zhihe who had escaped before. A loud shout came from the escape light behind him: "Is this Master Lu in front? Quickly block the remnants of the 'Fellow Cultivator Alliance'
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It was Du Zichao who was so immortal.
Lu Ping felt a sense of pain in his heart. Zhang Zhihe was a master in the early stage of hemolysis. Even though he was severely injured, he was not something that a monk at the eighth level of blood refining could withstand.
No matter how hard you try, the worst you can do is get seriously injured once. As long as you can resist a little bit, Du Xianchang will be able to come after you.
Seeing that the blood light was getting closer and closer to him, Lu Ping raised his right hand, and an iron seal flew up, turned in the wind, grew to a size of several feet, and hit the flying blood light.
At the same time, a bronze mirror floated above Lu Ping's head. At the same time, he only had time to take out a top-quality diamond blood talisman with his left hand. He heard the determination and an angry shout of the "Tongxiu Alliance" leader in the bloody light not far away: "Seeking death!"
An unstoppable surge of magic power hit "Landslide" and flew backwards. The brilliance of the bronze mirror above his head flickered on and off, and the golden diamond talisman instantly became transparent. Lu Ping's chest felt tight, and his body
I couldn't raise my magic power for a while, so I took several steps back before regaining my strength.