After hearing Jiang Ruoliu say this, a strange look flashed in Han Hao's eyes of Huanyin Sect, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just secretly looked at each other with the yellow-faced man named Wu and exchanged his expressions.

Zhang Shiping only informed Jiang Ruoliu for a moment, but did not reveal his baby. He did not return to Lishan to find the remaining things in the corpse demon cave. The most valuable thing on the corpse demon's body was its corpse. The other remaining resentful blood or some spirit stones and spirit objects were just some small profits for a Yuanying True Lord, and it was not worth his risk of being discovered by Huayin and then retrace.

And what happened to Jiang Ruoliu later was not what he cared about.

After all, I can remind the other party that this is what Zhang Shiping can do after calculating the pros and cons of gains and losses. As for Qi Wanquan, although Zhang Shiping had some old grudges with Wanjianmen, he naturally could not attack him before he had revealed his identity, so as not to be perceived by Yu Xing.

When it comes to a great monk like Yu Xing, who is in the late stage of the Nascent Soul, it is not difficult to leave a wisp of soul and magical incarnation on the sect's juniors.

Once other Nascent Soul monks take action, they will naturally induce the other party's incarnation.

Of course, this incarnation is of no use in front of other Nascent Soul monks, even the True Lord in the early stage of Nascent Soul. But its main purpose is not to defend against enemies, but to discuss with the other party. If your younger generation is wrong and offends the other party, then you will also be very proud. After all, there are only those Nascent Soul monks in Nanzhou, who look up and look down, and the relationship between them is not too stiff.

Of course, if the other party does not give face, then this clone will also record the other party's identity. Although the appearance of a monk cannot identify the basis for his identity, the magical power and breath of a monk cannot be changed.

Today you kill a junior of me, and tomorrow I will kill a disciple of you. This kind of thing is normal.

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On that day, outside a market called Yunwen near the intersection of Bixiao Palace and Shuiyueyuan, a middle-aged monk in Confucian shirt slowly passed the illusion array of protection and walked towards the most prosperous street in the market.

In the world of immortal cultivation, there are only a few immortal cities like Binhai City, but there are so many markets. However, in these markets, most of them are qi-refining and foundation-building monks gather to communicate, and occasionally there are golden elixir monks visiting, and as for Nascent Soul monks, there are very few.

Zhang Shiping slightly changed his appearance and restrained his cultivation to the late stage of foundation building. In this way, other monks felt his aura and there was less trouble. Those casual cultivators who specialize in killing and robbing were mostly cultivators who had just entered the world of immortal cultivation, or low-level cultivators in the sect who had just entered the family and had just been wandering outside alone. As for a late stage of foundation building cultivator, those guys didn't even dare to look at him, for fear of being missed by the other party.

Soon, he came to the best restaurant in the market. Under the guidance of the waiter, he found a good seat on the second floor and sat down alone. During this period, he ordered a bottle of spirit wine and drank it alone.

There seems to be no rules in the world of immortal cultivation, but they also abide by the simple truth that strength is respectful.

After the other monks went to the second floor, although Zhang Shiping's table was empty for three empty seats, no one came over without hesitation. During this period, except for the shopkeeper of the restaurant, there was also a waiter who said some polite words to him, no other monk came forward to talk for half a sentence.

It seems like a lively place, but in fact everyone keeps a certain distance.

After sitting for a while, until he drank all the small cup of wine, Zhang Shiping did not hear any useful news and went downstairs alone.

But just as he walked out the door, a monk wearing a hat happened to come in.

Zhang Shiping glanced slightly. He felt a slight sense of demonic energy from this person, and he was still familiar with it. He thought about it and left a ray of spiritual consciousness on this person. Then he walked out without looking back and wandered around the market.

Until it was getting late, Zhang Shiping, who was squatting in a stall of a wandering cultivator, looked at the real and fake little things, suddenly stood up. He left with the sound of the stall owner, and followed the monk with a ghostly appearance.

The monk from the hat left the market and drove a leaf-shaped flying magic weapon, flew towards the north in the night, and flew hundreds of miles in one breath, and finally stopped on an inconspicuous hill.

There are many mountains and rocks here, and there are a few crooked and twisted trees growing scattered on the ground. The spiritual energy is even thinner, and it looks like a fierce mountain and water.

And as soon as the monk from the hat approached the mountain, he disappeared.

Zhang Shiping looked at the mountain from a distance and saw nothing unusual at a rough look. However, he looked carefully and found that the hill was banned by other monks on the surface, which was extremely clever. From it, he felt the demonic aura on the hat more clearly.

"It turns out that this old friend actually lives in seclusion here. It is the most suitable for him to explore the way to Chisha Island." Zhang Shiping said with a little playful thought.

After saying that, he shook his lightly and appeared above the hill, summoned a Qingshuang sword, pointed his sword downward, and the sword turned into a green rainbow and shot up towards the hill.

Suddenly, a yellow light flew out, colliding with the green rainbow transformed by the Qingshuang Sword, and making a clanging sound.

The yellow light flew upside down, and after the light dissipated, it turned into a green-yellow copper ring and swayed in the air. The green rainbow continued to move in and plunged in.

A few "clicks" sounds, a few fine marks appeared outside the surface of the hill, scattering in all directions.

In the crack, there was a constant flow of spiritual light and a continuous flow of pure spiritual energy, but the entire formation did not collapse suddenly.

When Zhang Shiping saw this, he immediately controlled the nearby spiritual energy of heaven and earth and started fighting with the formation.

Gradually, these cracks became more and more, and spiritual energy continued to gather around Zhang Shiping, condensed into low-grade spirit stones with different attributes.

"Jiang Si, can't you come out?" Zhang Shiping smiled.

As soon as the words fell, a yellow light flew out from the formation, showing a four-hoof monster that was neither a cow nor a horse. As soon as it appeared, it showed a flattering look and lowered its head and said, "I felt that the person who came was a little familiar. It turned out to be Senior Zhang, Xiaoke is polite. I wish Senior a baby to be born forever, and blessed with the flowing water of the East China Sea and a long life than the pine trees in the South Mountain."

Zhang Shiping looked at the Sibuxiang, who had been around for nearly a hundred years since his farewell to the Namo Secret Realm, and said slowly: "Why, don't you invite me in and sit down?"

After saying that, Zhang Shiping blinked his fingers without any signs, and a black light whizzed into Sibuxiang's body in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Si's expression froze and said uneasyly: "Senior, what is this?"
Chapter completed!