When he was only a few miles away from Tengshan Island, Chen Ping took back the spirit boat.

A talisman of the road to pure purity appeared in the hand, and it split inch by inch when pinched with two fingers.

Suddenly, a vortex of air currents floated on the sea surface.

The surrounding mottled seawater stirred wildly, and traces of pure earth-attribute spiritual energy peeled off from the air, finally forming a three-foot-wide earth path.

Following this temporarily condensed sea road, Chen Ping ran as fast as he could, and a few rabbits and falcons had already climbed up a rock wall.

His consciousness scanned the area several times, and after finding no trace of other living beings, Chen Ping lifted it up with one arm and landed lightly on the shore.

After feeling the surrounding environment, he couldn't help but frown.

Not to mention that the natural spiritual power contained in this place is negligible, but inhaling the five internal organs actually produces a sense of filth and turbidity.

Without the suppression of spiritual veins, the cultivation environment on Tengshan Island is really bad.

If you stay for too long, your cultivation may even decline instead of advancing.

However, this also has its advantages.

There is a lack of spiritual energy here, and even the daily meditation of qi-training monks cannot satisfy it.

Foundation-building monks who have higher requirements for the cultivation environment will probably not stay here for a long time.

In the absence of the foundation-building monks, Chen Ping thought that he would not be afraid if several monks at the peak of their Qi training joined forces.

With focused eyes, Chen Ping looked into the distance.

Fifty miles away, on the north side of the island, a solitary peak protrudes.

In the sky rising into the mountainside, there is an inverted lotus platform composed of colorful clouds, which is slowly rotating.

According to the family's information, the copper crystal mine is buried at the bottom of a mountain called "Taizhu Mountain" near the coast.

The seven-color lotus platform that hangs over Mount Taizhu is actually a secondary formation, the "Seven-Color Rainbow Platform Formation".

This formation is not very good at attacking, but its defensive ability is considered to be one of the few among the second-level formations.

Moreover, the Meng Yu family each invested two monks at the ninth level of Qi training to preside over the magic circle.

Even monks in the late stage of foundation building will take three to five hours to break through the defense.

At this moment, the formation was operating normally. No matter how high he thought he was, Chen Ping would not dare to attack from the front.

"It's better to sneak in first!"

Chen Ping pondered, stepped on a stone the size of a water tank, grabbed it with his fingers, and dug a pit.

Then, he threw his Baifang storage bag into the pit and covered it with soil.

Finally, he used an earth escape talisman to move the stone to the earth thirty feet above the ground.

After making a good mark, Chen Fangfang set off for Taizhu Mountain.

He only carried a seven-square-meter storage bag with him.

The bag only contained a high-grade magic weapon, the Blue Pattern Sword, five bottles of two-patterned Condensation Pills, a Qi Condensation Pill to restore mana, and more than a hundred pieces of low-grade spiritual stones.

All other relatively valuable items were put into the stone pit.

After all, he intended to sneak into the Seven-Colored Hongtai Formation, and there was only one way to go, and that was to become a miner for the Meng family.

Based on his speculation, when external miners hand over copper crystals, the storage bags will be forced to be checked to prevent embezzlement.

If the treasures on your body are too eye-catching, they will definitely arouse the suspicion of the supervisory monks.

Since he is pretending to be a casual cultivator, he should look like a casual cultivator.

"Tick-tick-tick"

It's been raining all night and it hasn't stopped.

Taizhu Mountain is a little quiet in the early morning, with only the heavy rustling of rain hitting leaves and the gurgling of springs and rocks.

Sufficient water vapor forms a dense mist that covers half of Taizhu Mountain.

In the mist, a moss-covered path winds up and disappears into the mist with no end in sight.

At this time, two people were walking side by side on the path.

Their steps are strong and vigorous, and even if the mountain road is muddy and slippery, they still walk on flat ground.

The person on the right is of medium height, with thin skin and tender flesh, and an extremely handsome face.

Although the other person is also heroic, compared with the young master next to him, he is far behind.

"Brother Lu, how long do you plan to stay on Tengshan Island?"

The young monk who looked like a young master asked, his words full of familiarity.

But the person he called "Brother Lu" frowned and replied somewhat helplessly: "I don't know, maybe a year or two."

This helpless monk is naturally Chen Ping.

He originally hid at the foot of the mountain, planning to wait for the next spiritual boat to dock before following the team of monks into Taizhu Mountain.

Everything was within his plan.

As the morning light faded, a spiritual boat docked at Tengshan Island.

More than twenty monks got off the boat one after another.

Their cultivation levels are all very low, basically between the fourth and sixth levels of Qi training, and there are even two who are at the third level of Qi training.

Seeing them detouring along the mountain road, Chen Ping followed quietly.

The handsome young man walking beside him was someone he deliberately approached in order to strike a conversation.

This person's surname is Ye Mofan, and he claims to be a descendant of the Ye family on Hongsha Island.

This Hongsha Island is located in the Yujia Sea area.

The Ye family is the overlord of this island. There was an ancestor in the family who was in the early stages of foundation building, but he died more than ten years ago.

The Ye family was in ruins, and Ye Mofan was only from a side family, so he didn't have much resources for cultivation.

He had no choice but to come to Tengshan Island to earn spiritual stones.

According to Ye Mofan, for some reason this year, the Meng family suddenly increased the salary of miners by 20%. The monks who came off the spiritual boat were basically attracted by this matter.

After getting the news he wanted, Chen Ping quickened his pace and ignored this person.

But who would have known that this Ye Mofan was an out-and-out familiar, following him at a trot and chattering endlessly in his ears.

"Brother Lu, I actually envy you casual cultivators. You have no worries and don't have to worry about the complicated things in the family."

Ye Mofan sighed lightly, folded a landscape painting fan in his hand at some point, and sighed with emotion while shaking it.

A hint of murderous intent appeared on Chen Ping's face unconsciously.

This person's constant chatter is really annoying to him, so he might as well get rid of it.

Anyway, the terrain of Taizhu Mountain is steep, and this guy is alone. Even if he disappears, he will not be noticed.

"Brother Lu, when this work is over, I would like to invite you to Hongsha Island to taste the golden osmanthus wine. I wonder if you can give me a favor?"

Ye Mofan didn't notice his gradually becoming cold expression at all, and continued to talk to himself: "The golden osmanthus wine I brew is very different from what is sold in the market!"

"A unique spiritual material is added to the wine, which makes the wine dark purple in color and has a strong fruity taste, three parts spicy and three parts bitter. Once you taste it, you will know all the flavors of life!"

At the end of the story, Ye Mofan's eyes were dim and he was intoxicated as he reminisced, as if he was tasting the secret wine.

"Golden cinnamon wine..."

Chen Ping was startled slightly, and his anger suddenly subsided. He silently recited these three words and said with a little emotion: "A bouquet of golden osmanthus flowers, three purple grapes, six coins of devil's pepper, seven flowers of skinny celery, sink in

Ten years at the bottom of a secluded well will give you three parts sweetness, three parts spiciness, and three parts bitterness.”

"Ahem, Brother Lu turns out to be a person who knows how to drink. It's really shameful for Mr. Ye to do this in front of a master."

Ye Mofan scratched his head and said with a smile.

After a moment, Chen Ping regained his calm demeanor and said calmly: "Lu is not good at drinking, and he doesn't understand wine. This is what I met at the beginning of my cultivation, a fellow Taoist who is an alcoholic."

"Oh, where is that Taoist friend? Can you introduce him to me?"

Ye Mofan's eyes lit up and he asked excitedly.

"him…"

Chen Ping shook his head and said melancholy: "He has been dead for many years."

Ye Mofan covered his mouth blankly and said regretfully: "How did he die?"

"He was too verbose, so Lu Mou stabbed him completely with his sword!"

Chen Ping's tone was calm, but what he said was chilling.

"Ah! Fellow Daoist Lu, are you kidding?"

Ye Mofan was stunned for a moment, realizing that Chen Ping was teasing him, but he didn't take it seriously.

"You can continue to follow me and try!"

Chen Ping glanced at him indifferently, then waved his long sleeves and walked away.

Ye Mofan stopped and subconsciously stepped back.

Just now, he sensed a real murderous aura from Chen Ping, like a poisonous snake.

He had a strong intuition that if he got any closer, this person would definitely kill him!

Ye Mofan's nature was a bit simple, but he was not stupid. He immediately decided to stay away from Chen Ping from now on and go their own ways.

Little did he know, just now he was almost on the verge of going to hell.

…

Taizhu Mountain, in front of an uneven hillside.

By the time Chen Ping arrived, more than a dozen people were already waiting in line.

Ten feet away from the hillside, the rays of light from the seven-color rainbow array shone brightly.

On both sides, there were four monks wearing silver armor, all of whom were at the eighth level of Qi training.

They were holding long halberds, two in front and two in back, vaguely blocking everyone's retreat.

"I, Meng Ping, am the supervisor of the Taizhu Mountain Copper Crystal Mine. Fellow Taoists, please come here to register first."

After a while, an old Taoist wearing a Bagua diagram walked out from inside the formation and said in a kind tone.

This veteran has a short, stiff mustache and a pair of brown eyes sunk deeply into his eye sockets.

Meng Ping did not hide his aura, and his nine-level Qi training was exposed in front of everyone, which made people shocked.

Chen Ping pursed his lips calmly.

There are four monks at the ninth level of Qi training stationed in Taizhu Mountain, and Meng Ping is the most tyrannical one among them.

He once got into a life-and-death fight with two monks of the same rank. As a result, one of the two men was killed and the other injured, but Meng Ping escaped unscathed.

Family intelligence shows that this person has sacrificed several top-quality magical weapons and is both offensive and defensive, making him very difficult to deal with.

However, in his eyes, Meng Ping is a mobile "treasure house", and the more valuable items he has on him, the better.

"Name and origin report."

Holding his beard between his fingers, Meng Ping said concisely.

At the front of the queue was a middle-aged female nun who still retained her charm.

When Meng Ping asked, she hurriedly replied: "I am Nie Qian, a casual cultivator from Beiyu Island."

"Meng Gui, come out and register."

Meng Ping shouted into the formation.

Then a monk who was about the same age as Chen Ping and had a pair of triangular eyes rushed over, bowed to Meng Ping, and said respectfully: "My nephew, I obey."

After saying that, Meng Gui picked up the talisman pen and started writing on a jade album.

"Fellow Daoist Nie, please put this thing close to your Dantian."

After Meng Gui registered, Meng Ping took out a pebble-sized blue bead and threw it to Nie Qian.

"What is this?"

Nie Qian's posture was stiff, and she hesitated for a moment while holding her beads.

Dantian is one of the life gates of monks and must not be allowed to be easily approached by unknown things.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Nie, this object is a Yuan Measuring Pearl. It will not cause any harm to the monks. It is just to verify Fellow Daoist's true cultivation level."

Meng Ping noticed the woman's worry and explained pleasantly.

"I understand."

Nie Qian opened her red lips and breathed a sigh of relief.

Nie Qian felt relieved after thinking that with more than 20 monks around, the Meng family should not dare to do anything.
Chapter completed!