There are sixteen miniature islands under the jurisdiction of Xuanqi Island. After Lu Ping came out from Huangyu Island, he flew towards the east again. There is the farthest miniature island among the islands under the jurisdiction of Xuanqi Island—Huangli Island.
This time to suppress the disciples of the Xuanling Sect, the True Spirit Sect has an absolute advantage. It can be said that there are more wolves and less meat. Everyone knows that this is an opportunity to make a fortune. It's just that when Lu Ping looks for other islands, there may only be some scraps left, so it's better to go to Huangli Island to try his luck.
According to the hints on the map, this Huangli Island is a relatively desolate one among the sixteen islands. It can only be used as a spiritual valley base on weekdays. It can ripen five hundred catties of spiritual grains in one month, and can also earn more than one hundred spiritual stones.
Lu Ping can be said to be rich and powerful now, but he is still reluctant to part with the meat on the mosquito's leg.
In the time of a cup of tea, Lu Ping rushed to Huangli Island and quickly swallowed a recovery pill to restore mana in his body. In just two days, he was about to eat the recovery pill as a jelly bean. Running water!
Huangli Island was guarded by a disciple of the eighth level of blood refinement from the Xuanling Sect. Without further ado, Lu Ping just stabbed at Wozi with a flying sword.
The disciple hadn't realized why this "fellow" wanted to kill him, so in a panic, he could only use a lazy donkey to roll over to the side, but Lu Ping still pierced his shoulder blade.
There is no suspense in the future. Under the serious injury of this Xuanling sect disciple, no matter whether it is cultivation base, portable magic weapon, or wealth, he can't think of Lu Ping. He can only usher in the fate of falling.
After this period of training, Lu Ping's harvesting skills have become quite proficient, and he has harvested the five acres of spiritual valleys that are divided into seven or eight places on the island in just one hour.
Lu Ping didn't gain much from the fallen disciple of the Xuanling Sect. After all, he was only an eighth-level disciple who was sent to this remote island to plant spiritual valleys. Obviously, he was not good in the sect. well-received people.
There were only a few dozen spirit stones in the storage bag, and only a low-level throwing knife as the magic weapon. Unfortunately, he was killed before he could use it in time, which made Lu Ping cheap.
Some elixirs are also common, with the same cultivation level as Lu Ping, but the blood purification elixir that Lu Ping has already eliminated is actually used, but the one hundred catties of spiritual grain in it is not bad. There were other spiritual materials and sundries that were not worth much spiritual stones, so Lu Ping was too lazy to count them, so he put them into the storage bag.
Lu Ping felt very tired from running around and fighting all night. Seeing that there was more than an hour left before dawn, Lu Ping decided to take a rest on Huangli Island, so as to recover his exhausted mana and exhausted spirit.
Two hours later, the sky was already bright, and the mortals on the island had already started their day-to-day life, unaware that Huangli Island had changed its family.
Lu Ping breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly recuperated. Feeling the increasingly profound mana in his blood, he felt slightly excited. Fighting is indeed an effective way to progress. His cultivation in the middle of the eighth level has reached its peak. After the end, you can break through to the later stage.
At this moment, Lu Pingzheng was surprised to hear only the sound of "rumbling" thunder coming from a distance. Although the weather at sea was unpredictable, the sound of thunder was also strange.
Lu Ping, who originally planned to ignore him, had just practiced for a while when he was interrupted by the sudden sound of hurried footsteps.
A calm middle-aged man's voice was heard outside saying: "Report to the Immortal, the fishermen who went out to fish on the island were suddenly attacked by sea beasts, the nets of several fishing boats were bitten by sea beasts, and the smaller fishing boats were also bitten by sea beasts." Knocked over, more than a dozen fishermen have been buried in the belly of the fish, and the immortal head is asked to help."
Lu Ping originally planned to return to Xuanqi Island immediately, and didn't want to meddle in this nosy business, but after thinking about it, Xuanqi Island will soon be under the rule of the True Spirit Sect, and he can also establish some reputation for the faction in advance. Lu Ping grew up in the True Spirit Bieyuan Growing up, I still have a sense of belonging to the True Spirit Sect.
Lu Ping came to the harbor with the middle-aged man, and everyone saw that the head of the island had changed, so they didn't dare to say anything, but cheered because of his arrival.
Several fishing boats outside the harbor have sunk, and many fishermen who fell into the sea were rescued, and many were dragged into the water by sea beasts in the sea. There were a few blood-stained marks floating on the water surface, and several boats spilled water. The fishing nets were dragged by sea beasts and ran around, and the islanders gathered on the coast were screaming and crying.
Lu Ping was flustered by the cries, so he sacrificed the magic weapon boat, and drew a white wave on the sea surface, and in a blink of an eye, he was outside the harbor. Lu Ping threw two flying swords and a flying knife into the sea. The magic weapon pierced back and forth, and the sea surface was immediately stained red with the blood of sea beasts, and huge corpses of sea beasts floated up.
Lu Ping threw a few ice thorns and golden knife talismans towards several fishing boats running around. The golden knife talisman cut off the ropes of the fishing nets, and the ice thorn talisman pierced into the sea, bringing up another flower of blood.
The fishermen on Huangli Island saw that the immortal master had turned a catastrophe into nothing with his gestures, and they couldn't help singing praises to Lu Ping loudly. The fishermen on the several rescued boats were even more grateful to Lu Ping, and for a while, Lu Ping was at a loss.
Lu Ping wanted to show off for the True Spirit Sect, and shouted loudly: "I am a disciple of the True Spirit Sect. From today onwards, Huangli Island will be under the control of the True Spirit Sect. This faction will naturally protect the people on the island."
Sure enough, the islanders didn't have any dissatisfaction with the change of family, they just agreed in unison.
At this time, there was another muffled thunder in the distance, and Lu Ping realized that it was not the thunder before, but someone was probably fighting. These sea beasts were probably also frightened by the fighting, and fled in all directions. The fishermen on Huangli Island suffered disaster.
Lu Ping's mind was shaken, who else could fight at this time, he quickly used a loudspeaker technique, and shouted to the fishing boats outside the harbor: "Quickly return to the fishing port, everyone on the island should go home, be careful! Woe!"
Everyone dared to question Lu Ping, and returned to the voyage one after another. Just after the evacuation of the island, a ray of blood flew towards Huangli Island in the distance. After the ray of blood, a ray of light followed closely.
When he got closer, Lu Ping found that the monk in the bloody light was Zhang Zhihe who escaped before, and there was a loud shout from the light behind him: "The front is Martial Nephew Lu? Hurry up and block the remnants of the 'Team Cultivation Alliance'." !"
It was Du Zichao, the immortal head.
Lu Ping felt a pain in his heart, that Zhang Zhihe was a master in the early stage of hemolysis, even though he was severely injured, he was not something he, a monk at the eighth level of blood refining, could resist.
If you fight hard, you will be seriously injured once, as long as you can resist a little, Du Xianzhang behind will be able to come.
Seeing that the blood light was getting closer and closer to him, Lu Ping raised his right hand, and an iron seal flew up, turned against the wind, swelled to the size of several feet, and smashed towards the flying blood light.
At the same time, a bronze mirror floated above Lu Ping's head, and at the same time, his left hand only had time to slap a top-quality Vajra Blood Talisman, when he heard the "Tongxiu League" leader Zhihe shouted in despair in the blood light not far away: "You want to die!"
An unstoppable mana surged in, knocking the "landslide" back and flying back, the brilliance of the bronze mirror on the head flickered, and the golden diamond talisman instantly became transparent, Lu Ping's chest felt tight for a while, his body The mana couldn't be raised for a while, and he took several steps back before he regained his strength.