Chapter 407： waves

On the Qingling ancient boat, Zhang Shiping stood on the bow of the boat, looking straight ahead with both eyes. He flew a little low and a little slow. The four people sitting behind him looked a little embarrassed, but after they took the elixir, they flew again. After resting in Tongxuan Secret Realm for a few days, there is no serious health problem. But the face of the remaining one was a little pale, and the empty sleeves looked particularly glaring.

"Is it better?" Zhang Shiping didn't turn around to look at Zhang Hengshun, who was still pale. He stood with his hands behind his back, and there was a bit of concern in his tone.

"Thank you ancestor for giving me the pill, I'm much better now." Zhang Hengshun's tone was a little sad, he wanted to stand up, but Zhang Shiping pressed his right palm down, making him sit with peace of mind.

"Papa..." With several consecutive extremely loud slaps, Zhang Hengyu's cheeks swelled immediately, and for such a big person, two lines of muddy tears were silently left on his face.

"Thank you for saving my life." Zhang Hengshu, a middle-aged monk with snow-white temples, and Zhang Hengyu, a middle-aged woman dressed as a man, slammed their heads on Qingling's head against Zhang Hengshun and Zhang Hengyu. On the deck of the ancient boat, "dong dong dong" hit three times in a row, and after lifting it up again, the foreheads of the two were bruised.

"It's three, and Heng Ming." Zhang Hengyu looked at the two of them, and his voice became louder unconsciously.

"Stop making noise, the ancestor is still here." Zhang Hengshun stopped Zhang Hengyu with one hand.

"It's okay, just say what you have, it's not good to keep things in your heart. But you remember, the old wives and children left by the four of Henming and the others will be supported by the family, but after all, you have experienced life and death together. If you can help Let’s help them more. As for the Foundation Establishment Pill this time, according to your share, there are five in total, which is what you deserve, and you can cultivate with peace of mind when you go back this time.” Zhang Shiping said calmly, The more than 1,700 disciples in the secret realm are almost all monks who have perfected Qi training, and each of them is very rich. They picked out seven or eight people at random, cast a magic circle, and wanted to kill a builder Basic monks are not too difficult.

In the secret realm, it is naturally much more difficult to fight alone than to form a gang. None of Dan Yuchun's eight qi-training juniors were damaged, that's because these eight people practiced a set of joint attack techniques, which allowed them to run amok in the secret realm. Compared with Zhang Hengshu and Zhang Hengyu, the eight members of the Zhang family lost to them and fled all the way. Fortunately, they met Zhang Hengshun, Zhang Hengming, and Zhang Hengyu on the way. With their joint efforts, they were somewhat free. room for protection.

But these eight of them, although they escaped from the pursuit of those disciples in the Qi training period of the Dan family, each of them was slightly or seriously injured. In the late stage of the secret realm, as the time for closing the realm draws closer, the fight among monks becomes more intense. On the last second day, the eight members of the Zhang family wanted to rush back to the Chifeng Mountains in the Mystical Tongxuan Realm. They couldn't be more careful all the way, and they were still ambushed by some monks.

In the end, only Zhang Hengshun, Zhang Hengyu, Zhang Hengshu, and Zhang Hengyu returned alive.

It is normal to experience ups and downs in life and death.

Zhang Shiping paused for a while, and said to Zhang Hengshun: "It doesn't matter if your arm is broken, you can't be short-tempered, or you will be useless in this life. Go back this time, you are good at practicing, and try to build a foundation first. , The rebirth of a broken arm is also a breeze."

"Don't worry, Patriarch, I'm really fine." Zhang Hengshun was a little stubborn.

Zhang Shiping turned around, concentrated on driving the ancient Qingling boat, turned into a blue rainbow, and rushed towards Binhai City.

Binhai City is close to the South China Sea, and there are many more immortal cultivators than in Baimang Mountain. Although Baimang Mountain is big, compared with the South China Sea, it is much smaller after all. As the blue rainbow transformed by the ancient Qingling boat flew rapidly, those monks who felt the majestic spiritual pressure of the flying boat from afar either dodged to the side, or flew lower by more than a hundred feet. After Zhang Shiping and his party passed , They looked at the blue rainbow in the distance with envy, and then continued their lives.

No matter how many ups and downs, hardships and obstacles, in the end, you are still living an ordinary life, waiting for death, or dying unwillingly!

After Zhang Shiping sent the four of them back to the Chongling Mountain Range, they returned to the Green Bamboo Valley. But what he didn't know was that in a very hidden cave deep in a small mountain forest in the Chongling Mountains, a teenager climbed up an old tree that was ten feet tall. On the bark of the tree, there is thick moss, which is very slippery.

On this inconspicuous old tree, there are a few fruits exuding dizzy golden light. The scales on the surface of the fruit skin are like dragons. He jumped neatly from between the branches of the tree onto the muddy ground. The black mud on the ground was a little fluffy, but when his heels hit the ground, the mud was compacted all of a sudden.

However, as he walked by, he didn't hear a few intermittent groans, like the wailing of an old man in his dying years, in the last moments before his death.

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On a small island with a radius of no more than a few tens of miles, there are waves of waves on the ancient ocean, and various spiritual lights descend one after another.

In a five or six wide strait the water surface is high at one end and low at the other end, with a drop of more than thirty feet high. In the abyss.

"Master, I'm here. I've seen Patriarch Qingyu." Qi Feng was wearing that old bronze battle armor with cracks like broken porcelain on the scales and leaves. He flew to an old man in Taoist robes and shouted loudly Dao, and at the same time saluted Zhenjun Qingyu who was beside Zhenjun Qinghe.

"I heard it, I heard it. I'm not deaf yet. Please keep your voice down." Great monk Qinghe held a silver whisk, and when he heard Qi Feng calling him so loudly, this big monk Qinghe felt a little helpless on his face.

"Qing He, I heard that you have taken in two apprentices, one of whom has already conceived a baby, it seems to be a little guy named Tianfeng, it's pretty good. But the other one is not good, it's a bit far away." Not far away There was a sudden explosion on the surface of the sea, and a sixty to seventy-foot-long black dragon soared into the sky from the sea surface, and the rushing sea water flowed through its dark scales. Tong Tong scrutinized him a little, and for a moment Qi Feng felt that his shoulders were like heavy mountains.

But he endured it, and Qing He waved the silver whisk in his hand to relieve Qi Feng's pressure.

Among the Xuanyuanzong Jindan monks who came with Qi Feng, Zhang Shiping looked at the black flood dragon with sharp teeth and fangs, and couldn't help lowering his breathing, thinking about this in his heart. Which demon king from the Black Flood Dragon Clan?

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