I saw a man sitting cross-legged on a black stone on the top of the mountain, naked, with a piece of animal skin around his waist, his skin was covered with red and copper color, and a tattoo of a fire toad on his back, with golden and red flames between the tattoos.

The man noticed something, stood up and soared.

The two of them looked at each other from a distance for more than ten miles away.

"You go first." Zhang Shiping said in a deep voice.

"Be careful, ancestor." Zhang Tianming said worriedly, but he did not stop with the others for a long time. He immediately put away the body of the barbarian blood pig and then fled to the distance.

The battle between Nascent Soul monks is not something that Jindan monks can participate in. In addition, their magic power has been consumed more than half, so staying here will only be a drag.

After everyone left, Zhang Shiping bowed and said, "Thank you, I wish you a friend's name."

The weird man grinned and showed his white teeth: "Just call me a red fire, Fellow Daoist Shiheng, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shiping frowned slightly. He looked at the person's appearance carefully and felt the breath of magic power.

After counting breaths, he said with some uncertainty: "Can you be the fellow Taoist who is the barbarian fire toad?"

When the Red Fire Demon Lord heard this, he immediately laughed loudly and said, "That's right."

"I didn't expect you to have such a trick to escape, and you can't hide it from us. No wonder the golden crow fire spirit in the fake spirit fire has been much less. So that's it! Now fellow Taoist should have become a Long Bo person." Zhang Shiping sighed.

"That's right. Fortunately, you were eager to chase the fake spirit fire that day and had no time to take care of the others, otherwise I wouldn't be able to escape so easily. But even so, I have given up most of my cultivation, which is considered to be gains and losses." Chihuo said slowly.

Only those who are enlightened can be called the Longbo clan.

"What's the matter with fellow Taoist Chihuo coming here today?" Zhang Shiping said.

Between words, thirty-six small swords flew out of their sleeves, and the sword light flashed and disappeared without a trace.

"Fellow Daoist Shiheng asks Shaoan's mother to be anxious. I am not going to fight with you this trip, otherwise how could you disciples of Xuanyuan Sect have the truth to survive just now? I am going to make a deal with you this trip!" Chihuo said with a smile.

"Let me tell me." Zhang Shiping did not relax at all.

When this barbarian fire toad was in the late stage of the Nascent Soul Valley more than a hundred years ago, he had already achieved the late stage of the Nascent Soul cultivation. Even though he had given up most of the cultivation to escape, it has been 40 years since the fight for the fake spirit fire, and his own cultivation has been restored to some extent.

In addition, his magic power has been refined by the aura of the ancient people and retreated from the middle stage to the early stage.

Therefore, there is still a big gap between them.

Of course, if the fight is really started, it is still impossible to say who wins and who loses.

"I heard that the Taoist practiced "Liujia Zhen Ce". Now that I urgently need the spiritual essence of Wu Fire, I happened to have a little golden crow fire spirit in my hand." With the red fire turning his hands, a ball of golden and red spirit was held in my palm.

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When Zhang Shiping heard this, he had a lot of thoughts. Only Du Yu and others in the sect knew about the "Liujia Zhen Ce" he was practicing now, and even other monks in the clan knew about this.

However, it is most likely that Du Yu and others could not spread the matter.

If this possibility is eliminated, there will be only one situation left.

In the past, the monks from the Western Desert, northern border and even the sea clan were present, and the gods of Master Jin Guang chose him again.

Now that so long has passed, other Nascent Soul monks in the three realms should have heard of this.

However, although Master Jin Guang and Venerable Fire Crow are very close friends, this is an old thing from 70,000 to 80,000 years ago. Ordinary Nascent Soul monks do not have any records left by their predecessors, so they probably don’t know.

In this way, there are only three tribes of the White Horse Temple in the Western Desert, the Northern Ming Xuan Hall in the northern border, the dragon, the black turtle, and the sacred tribes in the ancient Cangyang. Of course, there are four other sects in Nanzhou, most likely.

After thinking about this, he did not rashly determine which party was doing it.

These thoughts were just in an instant, and Zhang Shiping's expression was as normal as he did not change at all.

He looked at the ball of spiritual fire in Chihuo's hand and asked slowly, "I wonder what fellow Daoist Chihuo wants from me?"

"I would like to exchange the ten wisps of fire spirit aggregate in my hand for the "Liujia Zhen Ce" with fellow Taoists. Of course, there is no full text, just a volume of Wuhuo. If fellow Taoists are not at ease, then it is fine if there are other fire attribute techniques." Chihuo said.

"Since my fellow Taoist knows that the method I have practiced is "The True Strategy of Liujia", why not exchange it for the fellow Taoist who spread this news to your fellow Taoist? Isn't this more convenient?" Zhang Shiping said with a smile on his face.

"This person does not agree, and I can't do anything about it. Besides, I have gained wisdom because of the fire of the golden crow. The Wuhuo volume of "The True Story of Liujia" practiced by fellow Taoists is also derived from the martial arts of the Fire Crow clan. The two are the most consistent. I believe that fellow Taoists should also understand the pros and cons of this. Moreover, I am in the barbarian realm, even if I practice this method, it will not have any impact on fellow Taoists." Chihuo shook his head and said.

"Please forgive me, I can't help you." Zhang Shiping refused.

Whether it is the third realm, the sea clan or the demon clan in the ancient ocean, there is a consent agreement, that is, the Longbo clan members who cannot pass on the practice techniques of Nascent Soul and above to the Barbarian Realm.

Once other monks know about this, even if he is an elder of Xuanyuan Sect, he will be blamed.

"I really can't?" Chihuo's face suddenly darkened.

As he said that, the person's body soared, from two feet high, then suddenly rose by about 10 feet high, turning into a ball of fire and roaring towards Zhang Shiping.

It seems slow, but in fact it is extremely fast and disappears in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Shiping made a gesture with one hand, and a red halo suddenly rose from his body, and waves dissipated from all directions, covering several miles in a row.

Then, with a thought, the boy standing between his eyebrows appeared, and a golden light shot out from it, and in a moment he saw through this demon escape method.

The sword formation suddenly appeared, trapping it in it.

At the same time, the black dragon under his feet escaped and rushed towards a place where there was no one in the world several miles away.

The next moment, it hit something, and the yin energy and a ball of green light were about to separate.

The green light flew backwards. After the light disappeared, a strange man with green scales all over his body, his fingernails were about two inches long, as sharp as a hook, and three black scales and long tails were staring at him with gloomy eyes.

The black dragon turned around and flew back, opened its mouth and spit out a rolling black air, flooding Zhang Shiping.

"I actually dispatched two Longbo people at the same time, and I really look down on me." A chuckle came from the black air.

As he said that, thousands of red spiritual lights suddenly shot out from the sword formation, covering the later monsters. Thirty-six Qingfrost swords were immersed in the black air.

Then, under the infusion of Feng Ling's breath and his own magic power, Zhang Shiping condensed his wings from his back, suddenly ignited, and rushed out of the black air.

As soon as he flew out more than a hundred feet, his whole body became light and invisible, and disappeared without a trace.

Facing two monsters in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, he didn't want to fight with them.

This is the case with the fighting between the Nascent Soul monks. When the strengths of each other are similar, as long as one side does not want to get too entangled, there is no possibility of a dead fight.

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