What does it mean to be able to do it, I didn't sleep all night last night, got up at half past six in the morning, then took a cold shower, and then took a bullet train to go to other places.
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"Gurgle", at this moment, another female monk with a bewitching body came out of the crowd of onlookers, the female monk's beautiful eyes flowed, and she looked at the monks in the field one by one, when she saw Lu Ping, her eyes were stunned, but she immediately smiled again and said: "It turns out that the famous 'Water Sword Immortal' has arrived, how can the little sister say that Senior Brother Qiao Weijie of the Xuanling Sect, who has always been known for his hot temper, is a rare silence this time."
Qiao Weijie, the real person of the Xuanling Sect, snorted heavily, his face flushed, but he did not refute, Lu Ping glanced at the Jurchen coldly, ignoring the words of the Shisha Pavilion monk to sow discord.
However, the many monks watching around exclaimed, now among the rising rookie monks in Beihai, if there is anyone who is in the limelight, it is Lu Xuanping, the "Water Sword Immortal" of the True Spirit Sect, who ranks thirteenth on the rookie list of Beihai, and Ouyang Weijian, the "Wind Sword Immortal" of the Xuanling Sect, who ranks nineteenth.
These two were far superior to the monks of the same level in terms of monks, records, and true strength, and even had successfully defeated monks whose cultivation level was higher than their own, if it weren't for the short time of the two of them cultivating Taoism, and they had just advanced to the middle stage of alchemy forging, I am afraid that the two would have already ranked in the top ten of the rookie list.
Qiao Weijie of the Xuanling Sect did not know Lu Ping before, and when he was about to take action against him, he was stopped by the monk of the Flying Feather Sect on the side, and then he realized that the young monk in front of him was actually Lu Xuanping of the True Spirit Sect, who was as famous as the genius sword cultivator Ouyang Weijian of this sect.
Qiao Weijie knew Ouyang Weijian's strength, when Ouyang Weijian had just advanced to the middle stage of pill forging, in a competition, Qiao Weijie, who was at the fifth level of forging pills, was easily defeated by Ouyang Weijian, and the person in front of him was actually a more powerful person than Ouyang Junior Brother.
The female cultivator of the Shisha Pavilion saw that everyone in the room ignored her, but she didn't rush to the embarrassment, but in a second she thought of something again, and said: "Little sister Shisha Pavilion Shui Xiu, this senior brother, there are many people here, and it is not a place to discuss things, I think everyone might as well go to the teahouse to have a cup of spiritual tea, little sister treats, what do you think?"
Most of the onlookers were blood refining and blood dissolving monks in the mortal market, and when they heard Shui Xiu's words, although everyone was dissatisfied, they didn't dare to say anything more, and saw Lu Ping and others walking towards a teahouse outside the mortal market.
Zeng Wu and the other six people were the root of this dispute, and the six people didn't dare to say anything more, lowered their heads and followed a few real people idle in the teahouse, maybe Zeng Wu had just said something to his companions, the six people followed Lu Ping intentionally or unintentionally, Lu Ping didn't care, entered the teahouse private room, and sat in the seat with a golden knife.
The owner of the teahouse was a wink, and when he saw that six monks in the middle stage of forging alchemy came in at once, he obviously had something important to discuss, so he didn't need to be ordered, so he immediately led everyone into a secluded tea room, immediately brought up the spiritual tea on the top level, and then took the tea boy out of the tea room.
At this time, in the tea room, in addition to Lu Ping, Qiao Weijie, Shui Xiu, a monk from the Feiyu Sect, and Zeng Wu and six others, there were also two monks in the pill forging period, who were obviously also the pill forgers who were present just now.
Lu Ping and the others just sat quietly in the tea room and tasted tea, no one spoke, Zeng Wu and the other six people stood in the tea room and were very overwhelmed, waiting for the six Dan Forging real people to put down two-thirds of the spiritual tea in their hands, the water show real people of the Shisha Pavilion smiled, pinched out a few spells in their hands one after another, a layer of foggy water vapor suddenly floated in the tea room, Lu Ping's thoughts dispersed, and he found that the surroundings of the tea room were shrouded in a faint layer of almost invisible mist, which could block the exploration of divine thoughts, Prevent the content of everyone's conversation from being noticed by others.
"Chuckle, senior brothers, what are your plans to say now, but before discussing important matters, should you introduce yourself first? Since the little sister opened her mouth first, she threw a brick to attract jade, and the little sister Shui Xiu is the fourth disciple of the Shisha Pavilion Water Gentle Zhenren."
"Xuanling Sect Qiao Weijie, Lu Xuheng's real disciple."
Lu Ping was stunned for a moment, this Lu Xuheng real person Lu Ping had seen it on Hanbing Island, he was a very famous late-stage cultivator of the Xuanling Sect, and he also had the hope of impacting the Dharma phase.
"Feiyu Sect Han Fei, Zao Wou-Ki's real disciple."
When it was Lu Ping's turn, Lu Ping just said lightly: "True Spirit Sect Lu Xuanping!" Then he stopped speaking.
Qiao Weijie sneered: "Your Excellency is very arrogant, and you don't even need to introduce your own teacher.
Lu Ping glanced at Qiao Weijie, smiled faintly, but did not speak, his eyes were full of contempt, Qiao Weijie saw Lu Ping's expression in his eyes, the hostility on his body became more and more fierce, but he was also afraid, everyone in the tea room saw it in their eyes, but no one spoke, the Xuanling Sect and the True Spirit Sect had been fighting for a long time, and the two factions occupied a special position in the Beihai.
Qiao Weijie finally restrained his hostility, but stared at Lu Ping with a pair of eyes that seemed to eat people, but Lu Ping was very indifferent and filled the teacup with boiling spiritual spring water again.
Shui Xiu Zhenren saw that the fight between the two would not escalate, so he smiled and asked the other two alchemists: "You two are from the Haiyu Sect, my little sister is polite here, but I don't know what you two call me?"
Although the sect they belong to is also famous in Beihai, it is obviously not on the same level compared to the ten major sects, among which the monk in the middle of the forging pill replied very politely: "Fairy Shuixiu is polite, the next two are indeed under the Haiyu Sect, under the money tree, this junior brother Yang Sanyang, I have seen all the Taoist friends!"
Lu Ping and others also bowed one after another, although the Haiyu Sect is not the Beihai Sect, but there is also a sect in the sect where the Faxiang Ancestor is seated, Lu Ping's arrogance is only aimed at the Xuanling Sect, and Lu Ping, a famous monk in the North Sea like the Haiyu Sect, must also be treated politely, even if he can't win over, he must not easily turn against it.
Shui Xiu saw that everyone already knew each other, so he clapped his hands and said: "Since everyone already knows each other, it is also fate, now that there are no outsiders present, we can also open the skylight and say bright words.
Except for Lu Ping, the eyes of several real people all looked straight at Zeng Wu and the other six people, and the six of them stood in the tea room and suddenly sweated like rain, as if they were under a heavy pressure.
Zeng Wu gritted his teeth and didn't speak, his face changed as if he had thought of the purpose of the real people, and several companions behind him were a little overwhelmed, Lu Ping stretched out his hand and waved it, several monks were suddenly relieved, Zeng Wu glanced at Lu Ping gratefully.
Qiao Weijie snorted coldly and said nothing, everyone also turned to look at Lu Ping, Shui Xiu Zhenren frowned slightly, and said: "Senior Brother Lu, what are your different opinions?"
Lu Ping said nothing with a cold face, but Zeng Wu on the side suddenly took out a few things from the storage bag, put them on the table and said: "Seniors, this is a strange thing found by the juniors and others in the overseas caves, these things are now not only inapplicable in the hands of the juniors, but will also attract the covetousness of others, so the juniors intend to dedicate these treasures to the seniors, so that they can make the most of them."
As soon as Zeng Wu's words fell, the faces of the five companions behind him changed, and one of the female cultivators even shouted, "Brother Zeng, no! This is the treasure I got after waiting for death."
Zeng Wu said categorically: "Okay, I will explain this matter to my brothers and sisters later, and it will be decided now."
The female cultivator didn't speak anymore, and the other companions also showed resentful looks, but they didn't have the courage to refute one or two in front of the real people.
Qiao Weijie glanced at Lu Ping proudly, but saw that Lu Ping happened to glance at Zeng Wu, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, although Qiao Weijie was a little strange, but he didn't care about Lu Ping's eyes, but said: "Brother Lu, this is also a dog taking a mouse, people may not appreciate it!"
Lu Ping ignored Qiao Weijie's ridicule at all, Qiao Weijie found himself boring, and stopped talking, Shui Xiu Zhenren saw Qiao Weijie deflated, afraid that the two would face each other again, so he hurriedly said: "Well, you guys will hand over their respective storage magic weapons to me and wait, I will only take away the things you found in the senior monk's cave mansion that are useful to us, of course, I will not take advantage of you in vain, and I will leave enough spirit stone elixirs for you to use for cultivation."
Zeng Wu's face turned pale when he heard this, he knew that at this moment, these so-called "senior masters" had already made up their minds on the cave relics they were looking for, originally thinking that after he took out the harvest in the cave house, these "senior masters" would somewhat scrupulously save face and let them go, but at this moment, they had a deeper understanding of the cultivation world, the weak and the strong were certainly the immortal truths of the cultivation world, but those really strong people in the cultivation world were not those monks with advanced cultivation realms, but the big bosses of the giant faction, They are the predators standing at the highest level in the cultivation world.
Lu Ping's brows furrowed tightly, he was not disgusted with this kind of behavior, the high-gate giant was the most profound executor of the real clever plundering in the cultivation world, just like the large spirit stone mine in Iceland, which was initially only monopolized by the ten major sects, and then the ten famous forces second only to the ten major sects united together, and only grabbed three layers of share from the mouth of the ten major sects, but the level of the high-gate giant was too high, and ordinary monks could not feel this inequality firsthand, so they could not empathize.
Shui Xiu Zhenren and the others' approach was actually expected by Lu Ping, and he would not have the intention to stop it because of this, which would make Lu Ping isolated, but Lu Ping felt sympathy at this moment, not wanting these monks to fall in front of his eyes because of resisting this insult.
Sure enough, as soon as Shui Xiu's words fell, a male cultivator behind Zeng Wu shouted loudly with an angry expression: "Too much bullying, too much bullying! I would rather die than give in!"
Shui Xiuzhenren's previous smiling face immediately had frost, and Yang Sanyang, the early monk of the Haiyu Sect, angrily scolded: "Bold, junior is looking for death!"
After saying that, he was about to kill these six people, but before Yang Sanyang could make a move, Zeng Wu and the other six people were suddenly surrounded by a rich blue light.
There were a few screams from the blue light, and when the blue light dissipated, Zeng Wu and the other six looked at Lu Ping who was expressionless in front of them with a look of horror, and the other few real people didn't know what happened in the blue light just now, only saw that Lu Ping had six more storage bags in his hand.
Lu Ping held the palm of the storage bag with a sudden shot, and several sharp sword qi cut the six storage bags in his hand one by one, and all the things collected in the storage bags were scattered on the ground of the tea room.
Yang Sanyang's eyes lit up, and he reached out and grabbed one of the black stones, and a rich blue suddenly overflowed from the ground, submerging all the items on the ground into it.
When the blue halo spread, Yang Sanyang's pupils shrank, but he still grabbed the black stone that was submerged by the blue halo without looking back, but the surface of his palm was also wrapped in a layer of intense flames like sunlight flames.
However, just when the flame palm was in contact with the blue halo, Yang Sanyang snorted and took his hand back faster than he stretched it out.
He clearly saw that when the palm of the original raging flame came into contact with the blue halo, the flame beating towards the sky actually began to beat downwards strangely, as if the flame on the palm of the hand was attracted downward by the blue halo, and then was continuously swallowed up by the blue halo, just in an instant, Yang Sanyang Zhenren's flame palm was almost left with the palm of his hand, and the flame was completely gone, and the blue halo on the ground only had a faint ripple, and the halo not only did not weaken, but became thicker.
Yang Sanyang looked at Lu Ping with a gloomy face, his eyes low with a hint of fear.
Qian Shu, another monk of the Haiyu Sect, coughed, and then said: "Junior brother, you are Meng Lang this time."
After that, he politely bowed to Lu Ping and said: "I don't know what kind of charter Lu Zhenren has?"
After Lu Ping made a move, for some reason, the three of the water system, Qiao Weijie, and Han Fei of the Feiyu faction remained silent in unison.
Lu Ping stretched out his hand and waved his hand, and several items that had sunk into the blue halo, including the black stones that Yang Sanyang Zhenren had intended to snatch before, were placed among the several items handed over by Zeng Wu before, and then he said: "These treasures are from the preliminary understanding of this cave just now, these treasures should all come from the same cave house, and the other things on the ground are all the things of the hematological monks.
Yang Sanyang snorted a little unwillingly, and then touched the hand that had almost penetrated into the blue halo before, and a faint poisonous gas inside had just been forced out by him, turning into a small thing without a trace: I didn't expect that this person's protective qi actually contained a lot of poison, but this trace of toxin made him spend so much energy to force it out, and he almost made a fool of himself in front of everyone.
Everyone saw that Lu Ping had actually handed over the things scattered on the ground to Zeng Wu and the other six again, and they had to look at each other, was this to let people go? You must know that in this cave house, Lu Ping and others have already seen that there must be cherished treasures in it, but these six blood-dissolving cultivators obviously did not have the ability to excavate it again, and after being discovered by everyone, they had to give up the cave they got to others.
According to everyone's intentions, Zeng Wu and the others were obviously going to be silenced, because once these people were released, the news that everyone went out to find the cave would definitely be revealed.
Zeng Wu and the others had already closed their eyes and waited for death, and now they were not only in a desperate situation, but even some of their cultivation resources had been recovered, so how could they dare to have any extravagant hopes.
Shui Xiu Zhenxiu frowned slightly, and said suspiciously: "Senior Brother Lu, this approach seems a bit inappropriate, right?"
Lu Ping didn't answer, and asked Zeng Wu and the other six people: "Who of you will be the guide?"
Zeng Wu gritted his teeth and said: "Senior, the juniors are willing to go, and I ask you seniors to let these junior companions go."
Lu Ping was noncommittal, but his eyes suddenly stared, the five companions behind Zeng Wu lost consciousness at the same time, Lu Ping snapped his fingers outward, who pocketed the man's expression changed, and found that the prohibition he had just been in the tea room suddenly broke a hole with Lu Ping's snapping fingers, and the sound of snapping fingers came out of the tea room, and after a while, there was a knock on the door of the tea room.
The door opened, and the owner of the teahouse stood under the door and saluted: "Do you have any instructions?"
The shopkeeper of the teahouse stood outside the door, his eyes down, ignoring the situation in the teahouse.
Lu Ping stretched out his hand and threw out a jade plaque, saying: "These monks, you can send them to the True Spirit Sect Huang Li Island and hand them over to Hu Zhenren, and then you only need to hand over this jade plaque to Hu Zhenren."
The shopkeeper of the teahouse responded respectfully, and then called a few tea boys and carried them out.
Shui Xiu Zhenren rearranged the ban in the tea room with some displeasure, and said: "Lu Zhenren is really relieved, and he is not afraid that the shopkeeper will wake up these people first and reveal my whereabouts?"
Lu Ping smiled slightly and said: "Xuelan Palace is here, the shopkeeper of the teahouse will not do anything stupid."
Everyone in the tea room was secretly afraid in their hearts, from the location of the Xuelan Palace on the tea floor of the Mortal Market, this distance was eight or nine miles away, and this distance was enough to be covered by the divine thoughts of a late-stage cultivator of the alchemy, which means that Lu Ping's divine thought cultivation at this time was no longer below that of a monk in the late stage of forging pills.