"Xia Ping, come here."
At this moment, a familiar voice entered Xia Ping's sea of consciousness, and Xia Ping immediately sensed that it was the voice from his master Beiming Saint.
He looked up and saw the North Ming Saint standing in the sky above, and many powerful human saints appeared around the Bei Ming Saint, all auras were like an abyss, unfathomable.
Especially the few old men standing next to the saints of Beiming, as if even the laws of the universe were retreating by their side, and the concepts of life and death disappeared from them.
He immediately knew that these elders were obviously comparable to his masters, and even more powerful ancestors of the human race, they were also the peerless overlords of the universe, and saints who had reached the invincible state.
Whoosh!
Thinking of this, Xia Ping did not hesitate, his figure flashed, and immediately came to Beiming Saint.
"master."
Xia Ping greeted the Saint Beiming.
Only then did he perceive the breath of his master, and it seemed even more unfathomable, as if countless laws of the universe had emerged from his master, and a perfect world law had been formed.
It seems that my master is a universe in his own right, and he is horrendously tyrannical.
Originally, he thought that he was promoted to the immortal realm, and even after he was able to kill the ancient saints, he would be able to compare with his master Beiming saints, but now, he is still far behind you.
Of course, after Xia Ping was promoted to the immortal realm, he also greatly narrowed the distance between himself and the master Beiming Saint.
Whoosh whoosh! ! !
Suddenly, the eyes of many saints at the scene were focused on Xia Ping. Among them were the masters of Che Guangliang, Huang Yong and others. Each of them had a very strange expression, a little annoyed, and despised.
Of course, they did not reach the point of becoming angry.
After all, Xia Ping had only scammed a little of the points from these saint disciples, and hadn't forged any feuds of life and death. He could only be regarded as being scammed once.
The most important thing is that no matter how thick Xia Ping's face is, he is always a peerless evildoer, with amazing talents, a genius who has only been promoted to the immortal realm after decades of cultivation.
Based on this alone, no saint would dare to underestimate him by three points.
Of course, there is another important reason, because the saint of Beiming is Xia Ping's master, there is such a tyrannical master, even if someone has any thoughts, they dare not show it here.
"Well, let me introduce to you, this is the ancestor of Xiaoyao, one of the ancestors of our human race."
The saint of Beiming introduces the saint at the scene to Xia Ping.
"Good ancestor."
Xia Ping blinked his eyes: "I don't know if the ancestors have any meeting gifts for the first time I met?"
Meet up? !
Hearing this, a group of saints looked strange. They knew that this kid had a thick cheek, but they didn't expect that the cheeks were so thick that they wanted to ask the ancestors to give a ceremony when they met.
The corner of Xiaoyao's ancestor's mouth was also involuntarily twitched, and he did not expect that one day he would be ripped off by someone, and he would still be caught by a junior.
"Xia Ping, what are you talking about, can you speak?"
The saint Beiming scolded: "What kind of person is the ancestor of the family? He is rich and strong, and he is still lacking a little gift from you. He knows that he wants to meet up all day. It is really ignorant."
"I'm sorry, Master, I was a bit too much. Actually, I don't care whether there is a meeting ceremony or not. If not, I will try my best to contribute to the human race, and I will just die."
Xia Ping obediently said.
"If you know what is wrong, you are right, and if you know what you are wrong, you will be able to improve it."
Sage Beiming nodded, and then he turned to look at Old Ancestor Xiaoyao: "I'm so sorry, father, this is how my apprentice is. I come from the countryside, a little bit ignorant of the rules, and he's just a kid at a young age, thinking When the elders meet for the first time, they will give a meeting gift, a red envelope or something. I hope the ancestors can forgive him for his presumptuous and reckless behavior."
Seeing these two slut singing and making a peace, many saints felt that the corners of their mouths were cramping. What are they doing? Is it blatant blackmail? Too shameless and shameless.
It seemed that if they didn't give some gifts, they didn't know how to behave anymore.
And Xia Ping is indeed very young now, only a few dozen years old. In their eyes, it is no different from a three or four-year-old kid. It is only childish to say these things, and he can't say anything at all.
If Che Guangliang and others dared to say these things, it is estimated that they will be drawn.
"It's okay, it's just a child. When meeting for the first time as an elder, it is indeed a meeting gift."
The ancestor Xiaoyao felt that he was forced to go to Liangshan by the slut of the Beiming saint. Even if he didn't give it, it wouldn't work. As an elder, it is normal to give a small gift to the child. No one dares to say that it is wrong.
Moreover, as an ancestor-level figure, if the gifts are given less and lighter, I am afraid they will be looked down upon.
He thought about it, and grabbed something from his body, it was a white stone.
Immediately when this white stone appeared, all the saints felt that the hundreds of millions of kilometers around the area seemed to be covered by a layer of mist, as if they were trapped in an endless illusion, layered on top of each other, unable to extricate themselves.
"This is a mirage fog stone!"
A saint couldn't help but scream, and he recognized the origin of this stone, a little unbelievable.
"Yes, this is the Mirage Stone."
The ancestor Xiaoyao smiled slightly: "The last time the ancestors of the fantasy tribe blew up their exquisite holy artifact, the mirage fog beads, the origins of this exquisite holy artifact were all collected by me. After coming back, after several days of tempering, a mirage fog stone was finally formed."
"It's actually a treasure formed by the origin of the mirage fog beads after the exquisite holy artifact. Isn't this the origin of the mirage fog beads? If the mirage fog beads can be refined carefully, in time, another exquisite holy artifact may be born. ."
The eyes of many sages are green, they know that if they can obtain this mirage fog stone, and then assist in the refining of many materials, it may reproduce the demeanor of the exquisite holy artifact mirage fog beads.
At the beginning, the phantom race had run rampant in the universe for so long relying on the power of the exquisite holy artifact, the mirage fog beads. If anyone can get this holy artifact again, not to mention how much power is increased, not many people will kill you in the first place. This life-saving ability is enough to make countless saints jealous and jealous.
When they reach their level, they naturally know how precious the treasures that can save their lives are.
Now the ancestors of Xiaoyao were willing to take out the mirage fog stone, their eyes were full of jealousy when they looked at Xia Ping.
Upon seeing this, Saint Beiming immediately said: "Xia Ping, what are you waiting for, don't hurry up and thank the ancestors."
He was a little afraid that the ancestor Xiaoyao would regret it, so he should start with the treasure quickly. At that time, it was too late to regret it.
"Thank you ancestor."
Xia Ping stepped forward and said with an obedient expression.