Zhang Shiping stood on the top of the mountain, and the gravel under his feet fell down the cliff with a few thuds and disappeared into the clouds and mist. Where he stood, one step further, there was a cliff thousands of feet deep, looking into the distance

Several eagles are flying over with spread wings.

The strong wind blew up the clouds, and the strong wind on the top of the mountain blew the corners of his clothes. What came with the wind was not only the clatter of chess pieces falling, but also the mellow aroma of wine scattered in the wind.

"Zhang Daoyou, how is the scenery here?" Wang Daoxiu came over with a smile on his face when he saw Zhang Shiping standing alone on the cliff and looking into the distance.

This peak is called Pankongding and is more than three thousand feet high. This kind of peak can only be regarded as ordinary in the outside world, but in this secret realm of Tongxuan, it is already regarded as the pinnacle.

"Shang Ke, what's wrong with fellow Daoist Wang?" Zhang Shiping responded calmly without turning his head.

"I have nothing to do, I just want to ask fellow Daoist Zhang, I have some sword business in Sword Valley, will your Zhang family do it?" Wang Daoxiu stood side by side with Zhang Shiping on the edge of the cliff with his hands clasped.

"Then thank you so much, fellow Daoist Wang." Zhang Shiping said to Wang Daoxiu with his hands in hand.

The two of them silently looked at the sea of ​​clouds, looking at the lower mountains in the vast sea of ​​white clouds, hazy, appearing and disappearing.

Behind them, Qi Feng and Huo Ming were playing chess. Jinhua's real dragon-headed walking stick was leaning against the stone table, sitting and watching silently. Although she just joked that Qi Feng and Huo Ming were bad guys when playing chess, as a Jindan monk,

One move only counts seven or eight moves. How can your chess skills be really weak?

Go studies the laws of heaven and earth, and has countless changes, which attracts the interest of these Jindan masters. Otherwise, if you switch to other chess games, they will see through it at a glance. Without the mystery of the changes, it will naturally be too boring.

Dan Yuchun leaned against the old pine tree, holding a jade flute in his hand and playing it gently. The sound of the flute was lost in the sound of the wind.

It was at this time that everyone lost their calculations, became more relaxed and comfortable, and seemed to have some so-called immortal spirit, but it was just a flash in the pan.

Immortal cultivators say they can live forever by cultivating Taoism, but they have been busy all their lives, competing with others for luck and fate with heaven. It is really tiring, but there is no way. If you don't fight, you will have no luck, and if you don't fight, you will have no life.

Today's world of immortality is not the grand scene of hundreds of tribes in ancient times. It is said that at that time, the aura between heaven and earth was so rich that it turned into liquid. Those powerful monks were really those monks who merged to overcome the tribulation of the Mahayana period.

Instead of the current Jindan Nascent Soul Transformation God, the distance between them is as different as the abyss of heaven.

At that time, the so-called Tianlinggen monks were those who had the Five Elements Spiritual Roots, rather than the single-attribute spiritual roots today. The disciples with the Five Elements Spiritual Root qualifications were slower in their cultivation, but they could not compete with those who had the Five Elements Spiritual Roots all over the place at that time.

Spiritual medicines and massive amounts of elixirs can completely break through to the next realm before the monk's longevity is approaching.

However, as there is prosperity, there is decline, there is life and there is death. After the peak, all the methods are not revealed, and the spiritual energy is dim. This is the world of immortality today.

What caught Zhang Shiping's eyes was the sea of ​​clouds, but these intangible things were not remembered in his mind.

He was thinking about the Wang family's affairs in his mind, thinking about the pros and cons.

The Wang family in Sword Valley is very famous for its flying swords, but the Wang family did not open a large store. Instead, they chose to cooperate with other Jindan families in the sect, and even the Yuanying family. Although the profits gained were small, they were more stable and no one would take the lead.

Offending and destroying a group of people's financial resources is the Wang family's long-term way of life. Generation after generation, after so many years, even if the Wang family's golden elixir is cut off, other families will still be able to wait for a hundred or two hundred years because of their past friendship.

Started.

Most Jindan families only have one generation, which lasts for hundreds of years. However, those families that can pass down the Jindan for many generations and occasionally have Jindan appear often have their own way of doing things, just like the Wang family's approach of being kind to others and building good relationships.

Under this situation, even if the Golden Core cultivator in the family is temporarily suspended, other families will still have to come forward to defend him more or less because of their past friendship, not to mention that they all belong to the same sect.

But when it comes to the Zhang family, things are much worse. The Zhang family is based in Cuizhu Valley and Chongling Mountains. It has only been fifty years old. The family has many livelihoods, but there is no name that outsiders can tell without thinking.

.The Zhang family is still doing some traveling, shipping, and shop business.

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Time passes day by day, and half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The secret realm was peaceful at the beginning, but now it started to smell more like blood. Now everyone has more or less collected some elixirs in their storage bags, and some people's net worth exceeds that of a foundation-building monk.

, how can you not make others jealous! How can anyone have too much of something like elixir?

In the secret realm, there is a valley where the spiritual energy is stronger than other places.

There are mostly red spiritual trees growing in the valley. The tallest ones are no more than two feet tall, and the short ones are like weeds. In the whole valley, everything except red is red. Even the stream flowing out of the valley is reddish-brown.

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Several cultivators who entered the secret realm for trials were wearing red clothes similar to the surrounding environment. They also had talismans that concealed their bodies and had their own mana fluctuations. The three of them walked carefully.

After taking two cups of tea, they went from outside the valley to the inside of the valley. The three of them hid beside a red tree, looking at a small pavilion in the valley. There was a red stone in the pavilion, and there were reddish-brown colors under it.

The spring water gushes out. There is silence all around. Not to mention the roar of some monsters, even if it is the chirping of birds and insects, there is no sound at all.

But on the red stone in the pond, there is a red vermilion grass growing as high as an average person's calf, with long leaves like a weeping willow.

This extremely weird feeling gave the three Zhang family members hiding behind the tree, especially the leader Zhang Hengshun, an extremely weird feeling.

Zhang Hengshun frowned. He glanced at Zhang Hengming and Zhang Hengyu on the left and right, instructing them not to make any noise, let alone make any noise. These small signals had already been discussed before they entered the Tongxuan Secret Realm.

It only requires a small gesture, simple and fast.

Then Zhang Hengshun suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it down. The three of them all looked at the pool in front of them. A red bird with a red body rushed out of the pool, spread its wings, and flew to Tanzhong.

On the red stone, it flapped its wings, stretched out its neck, and held a scaleless fish that was as white as fresh snow in its beak, and it suddenly fell into its mouth.

After the fish entered its belly, it screamed with great joy.

Looking at this bird, Zhang Hengshun did not let the other two tribesmen take action. His expression suddenly changed, and he looked at another bird rushing out of the pool. It was obviously much taller than the red-feathered bird in front of him, and even its breath was weak.
Chapter completed!