After walking out of the hall gate, the three of them walked slowly along the Qingyu corridor that they had come from before.

The three of them walked about a hundred feet away silently. Zhang Shiping looked at Chen Weifang slightly, and then sighed, "Can you not tell me about this? Since it was ordered by the ancestor, I would just take a look at it before, and it is not so embarrassing now!"

Zhang Shiping reflected in his heart that he was indeed a little vicious at that time. He did not know in advance that the dragon trapped in the formation was Ao Jing, but after he noticed that Chen Weifang's three cultivators of the same sect, he found that the three of them were stalemates with the monsters in the formation, and he was extremely moved.

After all, the monster that can be taken down by a late-stage Jindan cultivator in the Jindan stage and cannot be defeated immediately, he didn't want to know that it was not ordinary. At least it was a big monster in the late-stage Jindan stage. If he could get a piece of the pie, Zhang Shiping's pocket would be immediately bulging!

The most low-level monsters in the immortal cultivation world are there, even in Nanzhou, there are thousands of secular dynasties with a population of tens of billions and billions, but the human race only occupies most of the plain basins of Nanzhou. As for the deep mountains and forests, there are still jackals, tigers, leopards, snakes, insects, rats and ants living in them. These beasts occasionally have spirits and energy, and they become so-called low-level monsters. The inner sea outside Nanzhou is a wilderness in the ancient ocean where ordinary people cannot live safely, and there are even more monsters.

The number of these low-level monsters is naturally not much higher. There are only a few ordinary monsters in the first-level order ranging from hundreds of spirit stones. However, after these monsters build foundations, that is, the second-level, their value will immediately increase, ranging from two to three thousand to tens of thousands of spirit stones. Once the monster is promoted to a third-level monster, it will be even more different.

In the Nanzhou Immortal Cultivation Realm, human cultivators define their value based on the different aspects of the realm of these third-level monsters, their clan types, whether the demon body is complete, and whether the demon elixir is sufficient.

Over the past hundred years, Zhang Shiping has exchanged a large number of second-level monster bones from Tonghai Trading Company, as well as a small number of third-level monsters' spiritual bones and essence and blood. He spent two or three million spirit stones in total. These third-level monster spirit bones and essence and blood were basically taken from some incomplete and incomplete early-stage monsters.

As for the complete third-level, complete dragon corpse like Ao Jing, let alone its value.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you were invisible at that time. Even Senior Brother Yan's late-stage cultivation level could not detect your place. I was really shocked at that time. I thought it was an uninvited guest?" Situ Qiu suddenly spoke.

"Before the three of us traveled, the ancestor once said the best situation was that we used the Qingshui Qingniu Array to wipe out this fang little by little. Finally, Senior Brother Yan attacked with Fengyi bronze arrows and forced it to abandon his body. After all, you also know that the dragon's body-like body, which is comparable to the thousand-refined black iron, is a bit stronger than the body-refining cultivator of our human race. It is really unwise to fight with him. However, although Ao Yu had suffered a severe injury in his soul before, he was still a perfect monster who was about to form a baby.

He also mastered several advanced escape methods, and the three of us were really not sure that the golden elixir soul was left together. But I didn’t expect that the black flame you used to fight with you was extremely restrained and completely played with Ao Jing’s palm. This time, I could see that the ancestor was also very happy to be able to capture Ao Jing’s golden elixir and his body. You might as well think about what you want tomorrow, so you must not miss it, and you will never come back!" Chen Weifang said with a smile on his face.

After hearing this, Zhang Shiping smiled and said something to the two of them.

Until he reached the entrance of Taixuan Gate, Zhang Shiping suddenly paused and asked with a calm expression: "Brother, since the ancestor Yulou has come to Nanming City, is the ancestor of Qingyu still in the city or has returned to the sect?"

"What, Brother Zhang, what's wrong?" Chen Weifang said with a pause when he heard this.

"I have some things to meet with the ancestor Qingyu." Zhang Shiping said softly.

"Now the old ancestor Qingyu is still in charge in the city. He should be in that small courtyard at this moment, and maybe it is not necessarily here! You should go to the inner hall to ask about this matter later." Chen Weifang was also a little uncertain, after all, he had just returned from Cangguyang.

"Yes." Zhang Shiping nodded and said, just about to step out of Taixuan Gate.

But suddenly a voice came to Zhang Shiping's ears, and he immediately stopped. This action attracted the attention of Chen Weifang and Situ Qiu. Zhang Shiping looked at the two and said slowly: "Brother Chen, fellow Taoist Situ, you two will go first, don't wait for me."

When Chen Weifang heard this, he immediately understood. He attacked Zhang Shiping and walked out with Situ Qiu. Zhang Shiping saw the two of them leave, and he turned around and walked towards the palace in the middle.

As soon as we approached, the palace gate slowly opened.

Zhang Shiping stepped in and immediately saw an old man wearing a green jade crown and a black Taoist robe looking at him with an inexplicable gaze. He was a little confused about what the Qingyu Ancestor meant?

After a few breaths, Master Qingyu withdrew his gaze and said with a constant expression: "I have something to deal with here. Do you have anything to do?"

"I wonder if the ancestor knew about a demon king of Bi Fang's tribe in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. This demon king came from overseas more than 20 years ago because of the secret realm of the Bilang. His body was covered with red feathers, similar to the fire crow." Zhang Shiping paused for a moment, and then spoke. He didn't know what the old fire crow on Chisha Island was called, but he only knew that it came from overseas and judged its cultivation level in the late stage of the Nascent Soul...

"The late stage of the Nascent Soul is the Bi Fang clan again. You should be talking about Bi Yu." Qingyu Zhenjun murmured, and then his eyes fell on Zhang Shiping inadvertently, as if he was asking what he was doing.

"I saw this Bi Yu Zhenjun five or six years ago. He said that he had seen the two ancestor Qinghe and Ao Ji fight with each other forever. He had no time to escape and was swallowed by Luohu in one mouthful." Zhang Shiping said solemnly.

He originally didn't want to say this matter, but it was related to the whereabouts of Qinghe Patriarch. He thought a lot along the way, and finally made up his mind to inform the ancestor of the sect. He was not familiar with the ancestor Yan just now, and the person in charge of this place was still the ancestor Qingyu. Telling him about this matter is the most reasonable and legal.

"Rahu? I understand. Have you ever told others about this?" The ancestor Qingyu frowned and said.

Zhang Shiping shook his head, and Qingyu Zhenjun immediately spoke, "Okay, I understand. You must not tell me about this matter to the third person. Go down and rest, it's dusty all the way!"

Zhang Shiping bowed and said 'Yes', and then left without any delay. He said everything about this, and there was no way to find the ancestor Qinghe.

But after he left, Master Qingyu waved the silver silk whisk in his hand, and frowned and thought:
Chapter completed!