Zhang Shiping didn't say a word, just nodded.

Seeing this, True Lord Jifeng also understood his mood at the moment and was not angry because of Zhang Shiping's attitude.

"You don't have to worry too much. If Qin Feng really wanted to seize this stone slab of the underworld, he would have taken action himself. He would never send any mountain ghosts and monsters. Judging from his past methods of acting, he would never be ashamed of senior experts, and he must have any other purpose. If you are not at ease, stay here with peace of mind. With me here, don't worry, go down to heal the wounds." Seeing Zhang Shiping's depressed expression, Zhenjun Jifeng walked over and patted Zhang Shiping on the shoulder and said comfortingly.

"Thank you, my ancestor." Zhang Shiping bowed and bowed.

After saying that, Zhang Shiping withdrew from the hall without anyone else leading the way. He rose up in the wind, flew over the numerous palace walls, and slowly fell down in front of a side hall gate with a familiarity.

There were two rows guarding the gate, four people standing in the early stage of foundation building. When they saw Zhang Shiping's appearance, they thought of the mighty spiritual pressure just now. The four of them immediately closed their eyes and bowed their eyebrows and bowed their eyes.

At this moment, Zhang Shiping was in no mood to pay attention. He flipped his hand and took out his sect elder token, held it forward, and ignited a blue light. As the green light disappeared intovisible, a layer of white light ban suddenly appeared. After another three or two breaths, the white light dissipated left and right, revealing a portal.

Zhang Shiping walked in silently, and when the restriction behind him rose again, his expression suddenly became depressed.

"I hope it's okay." Zhang Shiping murmured to himself. The elder token in his hand had been put away, and then he took out a completely decisive crystal blood jade in his hand.

If you feel it carefully, you can feel a wisp of Lin Xier's breath from this blood jade. It is a mysterious magic weapon made of the spiritual jade. It is also refined with the essence and blood of Zhang Shiping and his disciples, so it is divided into two, and there is a dark sense between them, far from being comparable to the mysterious rosary beads refined with Qianli Cicada.

The two blood jades are 50,000 miles away from each other. From Binhai City to the southeast to Xiaofeng Island, the journey is 20,000 to 30,000 miles away, and the distance between Xiaofeng Island and Nanming Island is almost so far. The spiritual stone vein of the island where his disciple is located is just between Binhai City and Xiaofeng Island, and it is only a thousand miles apart.

If he encounters danger, as long as Lin Xier can stimulate this jade, Zhang Shiping will have some senses. At that time, he can use the sensing between the blood jade to detect where his disciple is and provide help. But if he comes later, the blood jade will naturally have some senses and cracks to serve as a warning.

Now that the blood jade in Zhang Shiping's hand is still intact, Lin Xier should be fine. But it is related to a Nascent Soul cultivator, Zhang Shiping cannot be worried. These old monsters have some means to isolate the sensation between the psychic blood jade. Besides, the mountain ghost is best at peeling the skin and cutting off the heart, imitating the human aura.

When he thought of this, Zhang Shiping's heart suddenly tugged, as if he was being squeezed and pulled hard.

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In the corridor outside the hall of the Convention Hall, Jifeng and Du Yu walked slowly, one in front and one behind.

"Has Qin Feng really said nothing?" Ji Feng asked indifferently.

"No, I secretly activated the formation and left a ball of magic power and breathed him, but it should be useless." Du Yu turned his hand and took out a light blue jade bottle.

"It's useless, throw it away. This person is proficient in divination techniques, and his simple magical power and breath cannot track this person." Zhenjun Jifeng shook his head lightly and said.

The master and apprentice walked quietly. Since he grew up, he rarely had such an opportunity. True Lord Du Yu showed a trace of nostalgia. At that time, he was just a child who had just passed his knees. He imitated his master and tied his hair in the secret realm of the sect day after day. Hundreds of years have passed in a flash. Fortunately, his master still has the same appearance as he is now, without any aging.

Since his master has come, True Lord Du Yu has no need to worry about anything in his heart, and most of the worries just now have disappeared.

In the Nanzhou Immortal Cultivation Realm, only those who can be a great monk can truly reach the state of perfection and only one step away from the transformation of gods. As for those who have just entered the late stage of the Nascent Soul or have been unable to reach perfection for a long time, they definitely cannot deserve this title.

However, some people also call late-stage Nascent Soul monks and rituals the great monks for compliments. Anyway, this is just a verbal name. If you say something more, you won’t lose any loss.

Therefore, even if Qin Feng is a late-stage cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, with his age, Qin Feng is definitely not a match for his master, the great cultivator.

The two walked quietly under the corridor.

After a while, Zhenjun Jifeng suddenly turned his head and asked, "Yu'er, do you know what kind of person Qin Feng was before?"

Qin Feng joined forces with Yu Ji to assassinate Qin Xiangshan. It was an old story eight or nine hundred years ago. Du Yu had not been born yet. His understanding of this person was through books collected and recorded by the sect before.

After the scandal broke out, it caused a stir. Qin Feng and Yu Ji fled far away from the deep sea and disappeared. All the people who were chasing them at that time were Nascent Soul monks. Some of them had received favors from Qin Xiangshan, some were coveting all the secret methods of Qin Xiangshan's master and disciple, and some were simply thinking about taking advantage of the situation and getting a share of the pie.

"The temperament is extreme and ungrateful." Du Yu thought about it for a moment and said with some disdain.

"Hehe." Ji Feng chuckled.

"It was about 1,200 or about 1,300 years ago. Qin Xiangshan used his own hands to search for the mountain to break the veins and divine good and bad luck. He was also a famous person in Nanzhou. At that time, I had seen Qin Feng. At that time, he was still a little guy, as big as you when you first came to the sect, as beautiful as you, and full of spirituality. But hundreds of years later, I suddenly heard the news that Qin Xiangshan was assassinated by his adopted son. It was really beyond my expectations. You wouldn't be like this, right?" Jifeng said, and suddenly asked Du Yu.

"How dare you, disciple!" Du Yu was stunned when he heard this, and quickly shook his head and said.

"Oh, Qinghe is too pedantic, but that's good." Jifeng sighed.
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