Chapter 711： Ginger-like

Hearing what Jiang Ruoliu said, a strange look flashed in the eyes of Huanyinzong Han Hao, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just secretly looked at the yellow-faced man named Wu Sanxiu and the two looked at each other. Let's communicate.

Zhang Shiping only informed Jiang Ruoliu, but did not reveal the fact of his conceiving a baby, and he did not return to Lishan to search for the remaining things in the cave of the corpse demon. The most valuable thing in that corpse demon's body is its body. For a Nascent Soul True Monarch, those other remnants of resentful blood energy or some spirit stones are just petty gains, not worth it. At the risk of being discovered by Huayin, he turned back again.

And what happened to Jiang Ruoliu after that was not his concern.

After all, to be able to remind the other party, this is already what Zhang Shiheng can do after weighing the pros and cons of gains and losses. As for Qi Wanquan, although Zhang Shiping had some old grievances with Wan Jianmen, it was naturally impossible for him to attack him before his identity was revealed, so as not to be perceived by Yu Xing.

For a great monk like Yu Xing in the late Yuanying period, it is not difficult to leave a ray of soul and mana incarnation on the descendants of the sect.

Once the other Nascent Soul cultivators make a move, they will naturally attract this incarnation of the opponent.

Of course, this kind of incarnation is useless in front of other Nascent Soul monks, even the true king in the early Nascent Soul. But its main purpose is not to defend against the enemy, but to discuss with the other party. If the younger generation of the family is wrong and offends the other party, then it is also to save face. After all, the Nascent Soul cultivators in Nanzhou are only those people.

Of course, if the other party doesn't give face, then this avatar will also record the other party's identity at the same time. Although the appearance of a monk cannot be used to identify the basis of identity, the aura of mana of a monk cannot be changed.

Today you kill one of my juniors, tomorrow I will kill one of your disciples. This kind of thing is quite normal.

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On that day, outside a market named Yunwen near the intersection of Bixiao Palace and Shuiyueyuan, a middle-aged monk in Confucian shirts slowly passed the magic array of guards, heading towards the most prosperous place in the market. walk down the street.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are only a handful of immortal cities like Binhai City, but there are not many such square cities. However, in these squares and markets, most of the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment monks gather and communicate, and occasionally Jindan monks patronize, as for the Nascent Soul monks, there are very few.

Zhang Shiping slightly changed his appearance, and then restrained his cultivation to the late stage of foundation establishment, so that other monks could feel his aura and avoid unnecessary troubles. Those casual cultivators who specialize in murdering and stealing goods are mostly monks who have just entered the world of cultivating immortals, or low-level monks from families and sects who have just wandered out alone. As for a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment, those guys dare not even take a look , for fear of being missed by the other party.

Soon, he came to a restaurant with the best business in Fangshi. Under the guidance of Xiao Er, he found a good seat on the second floor and sat down alone, and ordered a bottle of spirit wine to drink alone.

There seems to be no rules in the world of cultivating immortals, but it abides by the simple truth of respecting strength.

After the other monks went up to the second floor, although Zhang Shiping's table still had three vacant seats, no one approached him carelessly. During this period, apart from the shopkeeper of the restaurant and Xiao Er who said some polite words to him, no other monks came forward to chat with him.

In a seemingly lively place, in fact, everyone keeps a certain distance.

After sitting for a while, until he drank up the small cup of wine, Zhang Shiping didn't hear any useful news, so he went downstairs again by himself.

But just as he walked out the door, a monk wearing a bamboo hat just walked in.

Zhang Shiping glanced slightly, and he felt a faint ray of evil spirit from this person, which was still somewhat familiar, so he thought, left a ray of divine consciousness on this person, and then left without looking back Go out and wander around the city.

Until it was getting late, Zhang Shiping, who happened to be squatting at a casual repair stall looking at those real and fake little things, suddenly stood up. He stayed behind at the voice of the stall owner and left, followed behind the monk in the bamboo hat like a ghost.

The monk with a bamboo hat came out of the square city, and then he controlled a leaf-shaped flying weapon, and flew towards the north in the night without stopping, flying hundreds of miles in one breath, and finally stopped in the sky above an inconspicuous hill. down.

There are many mountains and rocks here, with a few crooked and miscellaneous trees growing here and there, and the aura is even thinner, looking like a sinister mountain and evil water.

As soon as the monk with the bamboo hat approached the mountain, he disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Shiping looked at the mountain from a distance, and found nothing strange at first glance, but after a closer look, he found that the hill was superficially restrained by other monks, which was extremely clever. From it, he felt the demonic aura on that bamboo hat more clearly.

"It turns out that this old friend lives in seclusion here, and it is most suitable for him to go to Chisha Island to explore the way." Zhang Shiping said a little playfully.

After finishing speaking, he shook lightly, and appeared above the hillCalled out a green frost sword, pointing the sword finger down, the sword turned into a blue rainbow, and shot towards the hill shoot up.

Suddenly a ray of yellow light flew out, collided with the blue rainbow transformed by the Qingshuang sword, and made a clanging sound.

The yellow light flew upside down, and after the light dissipated, it turned into a blue-yellow copper ring and dangled in the air.

There were a few "clicks", and there were a few thin marks on the surface of the hill, which spread out in all directions.

In that crack, spiritual light continued to flow, and pure spiritual energy continued to flow out, but the entire formation did not collapse all at once.

When Zhang Shiping saw it, he immediately manipulated the aura of heaven and earth nearby to compete with that formation.

Gradually, these cracks became more and more, and the aura continued to gather around Zhang Shiping, condensing into low-grade spirit stones with different attributes.

"Jiang Si, aren't you coming out yet?" Zhang Shiping smiled.

As soon as the words fell, a yellow light flew out from the formation, manifesting a monster with four hooves that was neither a cow nor a horse. As soon as it appeared, it showed a flattering look, bowed its head and said: "I feel that someone is coming Somewhat familiar, it turned out to be Senior Zhang, please be polite. I wish you a long life with a baby, good luck like the long flowing water in the East Sea, and a life that is not as old as Nanshan."

Zhang Shiping looked at Sibuxiang who had not been seen for almost a hundred years since the Nanwu Secret Realm, and said unhurriedly: "Why, don't you invite me in for a while?"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Shiping flicked his fingers lightly without any warning, and a black light swished, and it sank into Si Bu Xiang's body in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Ru's expression froze, and he said anxiously, "What do you mean, senior?"

"Nothing else, I'm just worried that you'll run away again. You'll be fine if you settle down, otherwise I don't mind getting an extra big demon corpse." Zhang Shiping said.