After sailing away from Haichang Island, the speed of the Jiaoyue suddenly increased. Sixteen golden oars were spread from the bow to the stern of the ship. No one was shaking, and the churned seawater splashed several feet.

The fish and shrimps on the way were in bad luck and were shot into powder without any resistance.

Unlike the bulky spirit ships, every spirit ship can fly away from the sea.

Although it can't fly too high, it's still easy to cross some islands and seamounts.

"Fellow Daoist Fan, I would like to ask, how many spiritual ships are there in Broken Star Gate?"

In the luxury box on the top floor, Chen Ping glanced at the powerful golden oar through the window and said casually.

At this time, he and Fan Yiqiao were the only two people in the box, while Gong Lingshan was in the opposite room.

Fan Yiqiao poured a cup of hot tea and said with a smile: "Compared to other Yuan Dan forces, our sect's life is difficult. There are three small spiritual ships in total, two serve on the frontline battlefield, and one remains in the sect for disciples to sail on the high seas.

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"Are you showing off, fellow Daoist Fan?"

Chen Ping curled his lips and said with unclear meaning: "If we hadn't captured one from the Deng family, I don't know how long it would take for our clan to have a spiritual ship."

"Hehe, Brother Chen is still young. He has a life span of several hundred years. Are you afraid that you won't be able to collect a few spiritual ships?"

Fan Yiqiao handed the tea with both hands and said seriously.

A small spiritual ship costs about 400,000 spiritual stones. With Chen Ping's worth, not to mention a few, even if he bought a dozen or twenty of them at once, it would be more than enough.

But the spirit ship is an undoubted strategic resource, just like the Qingxuhua leakage pill, which can be purchased without using spirit stones.

Chen Ping heard the flattery in the other party's words and said calmly: "Do you have any connections, Daoist Fan? I want to buy a few spiritual ships."

Hearing this, Fan Yiqiao's heart moved, he pondered for a while and nodded, "Fan knew a boat refiner in Shuangcheng, and the spiritual ship carrying us was made by him."

"Fellow Daoist Fan, can you conveniently tell me the contact information of that master?"

Chen Pinggong cupped his hands and said with a smile.

He planned to equip the ore hunting hall with two spirit ships. After all, high-grade ores were valuable, and it would not be very safe to escort them by spirit ships alone.

What's more, he also has a thousand-year-old white-leaf king tree in his hand, which is also one of the materials for refining the spiritual ship.

This wood has been lying in the storage ring for many years, which is a waste.

"Why, Fellow Daoist Fan is afraid that Chen will steal the Star-Shattering Sect's spiritual ship quota?"

Seeing that Fan Yiqiao was silent, Chen Ping asked half-jokingly.

"There is no such thing as a quota. A small Yuan Dan force in a remote area like my Broken Star Gate is not taken seriously by others at all. How could it possibly be possible to deliberately sell the spirit ship to you?"

Fan Yiqiao slapped his forehead and said in a bitter tone: "The boat refiner's name is Nie Qingniu. He opened a spiritual boat pavilion in Fuyou City. Fellow Daoist Chen went into the city to inquire about it. It was just easy to find him.

It’s an extreme thing, but it’s extremely difficult for Brother Chen to buy a spiritual ship from Nie Qingniu.”

"Floating City."

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes and whispered twice.

In order to compete with the demon clan in the Tianshou Mountains, the four major Jindan sects in the inner sea moved mountains and reclaimed the sea, and built two strong cities, Fuyou and Yanning, nearby.

The names of the two cities are taken from the ancient motto "Floating tranquility determines the universe, and peace calms the world."

Among them, the authority of Fuyou City is controlled by Lan Yue Sect, Youhuo Sect, and the two major local Jindan forces.

Yanning City is even more powerful, with not only the four top-ranked Sword Cauldron Sect and Sanjue Palace in charge, but also three additional Jindan sects.

The four sects of the Inland Sea, plus the five major golden elixir forces in the country, are the pillars that dominate the cultivation world in the twin cities.

Of course, the evil cultivator camp in the Shuangcheng sea area is also controlled by several Jindan masters, but they are far inferior to the joint efforts of Jian Ding, Lan Yue and other sects, and they have almost no say.

Not surprisingly, Chen Ping's next stop was the Shuangcheng Cultivation World.

Therefore, he is not willing to miss any information about the Twin Cities.

Speaking of which, most of his current superficial knowledge of the Twin Cities comes from Deng Shunqi's memory. When this man first condensed Yuan Dan, he once visited Fuyou City and stayed there for a short three months.

Fan Yiqiao in front of him had lived for more than four hundred years and knew far more about the Yuanyan Islands than he did. Of course Chen Ping would not miss such a good opportunity to ask for advice.

"Brother Chen, I don't know something."

While sipping tea, Fan Yiqiao paused for a moment and then said slowly: "That Nie Qingniu has a weird temper and is difficult to get along with. In addition to paying the corresponding spiritual stones to buy a spiritual ship from him, you also have to meet some special conditions from him.

If you don't agree, no matter how much money you give him, he will turn away the guests."

"Since Fellow Daoist Fan was able to obtain this spiritual ship, he must have fulfilled Master Nie's wishes."

Chen Ping said calmly with a flash of his eyes.

After hearing this, Fan Yiqiao looked a little embarrassed and opened his mouth, looking like he was not suitable for mentioning the past.

Ordinary monks might not force others to do anything when they get here, but how could Chen Ping give up so easily? He snorted coldly in his heart and asked: "Fellow Daoist Fan has too many unspeakable secrets. Chen gave up Gujiao Island to Broken Star Gate, but

I hope that you and I will have good relations from generation to generation and go through thick and thin together."

After hearing this, Fan Yiqiao's face fell, and he smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Chen misunderstood. It's not that Fan concealed it, but that this matter is really difficult to talk about."

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Fan, Chen will definitely keep your confidentiality secret and will not reveal a single word to a third party."

Chen Ping said confidently, moved a jade stool, and picked a fresh melon on the pergola of the box.

"That guy Nie Qingniu is really hateful."

When he saw Chen Ping acting like he was listening to a big show, Fan Yiqiao's face became extremely ugly, but he still started to tell the story.

After a few dozen breaths, Chen Ping's face showed a hint of laughter and tears, and the movement of chewing fruits stopped abruptly.

Fan Yiqiao's previous hesitation was all because Nie Qingniu's special request was too torturous.

It turns out that guy raised a spiritual animal, the purple lotus ferret.

This marten possesses the cherished bloodline of the heavenly demon and is good at the art of concealment.

The wonder of rules is vividly demonstrated in Zilian Ferret.

This is because its promotion method is completely different from ordinary monsters.

The Yin Qi and Yang Qi in the bodies of high-level human monks are actually the key to the Purple Lotus Ferret's breakthrough.

What Nie Qingniu had tamed was a female ferret. When Fan Yiqiao came to buy the spirit ship, the beast happened to be hovering on the threshold of the second and third levels.

After knowing that it was an rude and shameful request, he decisively refused from the beginning.

But Nie Qingniu used both soft and hard tactics and offered considerable discounts, so Fan Yiqiao reluctantly agreed.

He stayed in the backyard for half a year, delivering yang energy to the little beast every day.

By the time Xiao Diao succeeded in breaking through to the third level, Fan Yiqiao's vitality had been greatly damaged, and he barely recovered after locking his essence and sealing his yang for several years.

As for the specific details, Chen Ping was sensible and did not ask further in order to avoid hurting his scars.

In fact, the union of human race and demon race is not that weird and weird in the world of cultivation.

But those monsters are generally fourth-level, and fifth-level monsters that can transform into humanoid appearances are not animal-like monsters with low intelligence.

Fan Yiqiao's unbearable experience made Chen Ping feel understanding and sympathy from the bottom of his heart. At the same time, he became wary of Nie Qingniu, whom he had never met before.

Not to mention that this person himself is a late-stage Yuandan monk, the origin of his Taoist companion is even more terrifying.

The granddaughter of Master Jindan of Hanyao Valley, this alone is enough to make 99% of the Yuandan monks feel ashamed.

You must know that Hanyao Valley is one of the two major local golden elixir forces in Fuyou City. Neither Fan Yiqiao nor Chen Ping can afford to offend them.

"If Brother Chen goes to the Twin Cities, he might try to get in touch with Nie Qingniu. After all, his Purple Lotus Ferret has already advanced, so he won't offer any more disgusting conditions."

Fan Yiqiao regained his composure and said with a praising tone: "This person's boat-building skills are rated as one of the best in Fuyou City. Not to mention small-scale spiritual ships, even medium- and large-scale spiritual ships that are beyond the reach of Fan are said to be successful.

Forged.”

"Thank you, fellow Taoist Fan, for the tip."

Chen Ping cupped his fists and said sincerely.

After this incident, the relationship between the two became much closer, and they chatted about some strange things about the Yuanyan Islands.

Judging from the two of them talking and laughing, they seemed like a pair of old friends who had known each other for hundreds of years.

"I once saw a record in an ancient book. Tens of thousands of years ago, there was a sea clan living in our cultivation world, but for some reason they gradually withdrew and never entered Yuanyan again. The reason for this is Brother Fan.

Is it clear?"

After collecting a lot of information about the Twin Cities, Chen Ping suddenly remembered a question that had troubled him for many years, so he asked.

"Fan has also heard about this secret, but the truth behind it is probably going to be found by the Jianding Sect and other Jindan sects that have been passed down for thousands of years."

Fan Yiqiao shook his head and said sternly: "Everyone knows the ferocity of the Hai Clan. When the Yuanyan Islands were under the rule of this tribe, our human race was enslaved by them and was frequently destroyed. The island was massacred and the city was massacred. The number was less than one percent of what it is today. Fan

If I had been born in that era, I would have killed several sea tribesmen with my own hands, and my death would have been an honor."

"Brother Fan attaches great importance to the righteousness of the ethnic group, and I admire you very much."

Chen Ping agreed perfunctorily, but his thoughts drifted elsewhere.

The Fancang Sea is vast and vast, and there are many powerful Nascent Soul Sects such as the Wuxiang Array Sect, but overall, the Hai Clan has the upper hand.

What Feng Tianyu said, the chaos in the Yuanyan Islands a hundred years later, could be closely related to the Hai Clan.
To be continued...