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In the clouds dozens of miles away, Chen Ping walked forward slowly, and the content of Jiang Yijin and others' conversations was heard word by word in his ears.

Those three foundation-building brothers and sisters who have known each other for more than a hundred years.

However, from the moment, Jiang Yijin and others have no vicious intentions and are simply looking for someone to team up to ensure safety.

Otherwise, Chen Ping wouldn't mind going around and silently pinching the little grasshoppers to death.

As for why he changed his mind and agreed to join the team, he asked the male cultivator surnamed Qiu to make the decision.

Jiang Yijin is a boat refiner. He usually looks at him with a unique look.

But according to Jiang Yijin himself, the probability of refining small spiritual ships is less than 30%. I don’t know if he has a general talent or has practiced less often.

"Hehe, Isn't it safer to have me protect you all the way?"

Chen Ping grinned, maybe he could think of a way to get Jiang Yijin back to the Chen family.

Of course, the premise is that this person showed outstanding talent for boat refining later.

Otherwise, if even a small spiritual boat could not be built safely, he would not have so many high-level materials for him to squander.

"arrive."

After a cup of tea, Chen Ping paused slightly and took a look at the magnificent city several miles away from a distance.

I saw that the huge walls of this city were tall and strong, covered by a thick light curtain of light, which was obviously a defensive formation.

In the sky of the light curtain, hundreds of blue-red rays of light flashed constantly, and intertwined, the earth-shaking thunder continued to thunder.

"At least two three-level formations."

Chen Ping's expression moved and hesitated and shot straight to Xikou City.

After just a few flashes, Qinghong arrived in front of a city gate and lowered in an orderly manner.

The monk guarding the city behind the light curtain naturally discovered Chen Ping's existence at this time, without showing a surprised expression.

Although he is a master in the late stage of foundation building, he does not need to pay too much attention to the five Yuan Danshen in the Zhou family.

Chen Ping had spiritual eyes and magical powers. Even though he was very far apart, he could still see the expression of the monk at the city gate clearly.

He was ignored in a grand manner, but it was exactly what he wanted.

After scanning the city, Chen Ping chose a team and waited in line to enter the city without any distortion.

The prosperity of Xikou City is far beyond Haichang and Jinrui and others.

Two passages are provided for the foundation-building and qi-training monks entering the city.

There were a few people in the foundation building passage, while the long dragon on the other passage stretched for more than ten miles, and it was impossible to see it.

This also reflects the current situation in the cultivation world.

No matter where you are, the number of Qi training monks is the largest.

When Chen Ping entered the city, it was already late and it was pitch black all over.

But the practitioners are not restricted by day and night, and the pedestrians on the road are still dense, and no one noticed Chen Ping's arrival.

Walking on the street, Chen Ping's spiritual sense was released slowly and cautiously to prevent being discovered by the hidden Yuandan cultivator.

There are indeed a large number of monks in the city.

However, most of them are low-level cultivators, and the highest cultivation level is a mid-stage cultivator who meditates in a courtyard at the entrance of Beijie.

With Chen Ping's powerful spiritual sense, he swept over and the person did not notice it at all.

The outer city of Xikou is the residence of mortals and low-level monks.

In order to avoid Zhou Qianhong, who was in charge of the inner city, Chen Ping planned to find a place nearby to live for a few months.

After searching for half a quarter of an hour, his eyes finally stopped after glanced at the signboard of an inn.

The large stones in front of the door are several feet high, with two ancient silver-pink characters "Dragon Gate" written on it, and there is nothing special about it.

In the entire cultivation world, there are probably more than tens of thousands of inns with ordinary names called "Dragon Gate".

Staring at the signboard, Chen Ping's spiritual sense wrapped around the upper and lower five floors of the inn and turned gently, and his face showed a look of satisfaction.

The business of Longmen Inn seems to be quite poor, with more than 100 private rooms, only a dozen guests staying.

Quietness and tranquility are his preferred conditions for staying.

With a flash of figure, Chen Ping entered the hall.

The shopkeeper of Longmen Inn is a fat old man in his fifties, with his cultivation level of the ninth level of Qi training.

Chen Ping showed his cultivation level in the later stage of foundation building, so he naturally made the inn shopkeeper respectfully. He immediately found a single room with abundant spiritual energy, for fear of annoying this senior.

"No wonder there are not many customers, thirty spirit stones a day. This Longmen Inn is really a black store specializing in one-time business."

Looking around the simple layout of the box, Chen Ping couldn't help but mutter.

Clearly marked prices do not mean anything, but they also have to be priced close to the actual price.
Chapter completed!