After leaving the city, he immediately changed his appearance, transformed into the image of a black-faced man again, and headed straight for the ferry in the west of the island.

Along the way, Chen Ping used the crape myrtle breathing technique to hide his traces so as not to attract the attention of others.

The closer he got to the ferry, the more monks' aura he sensed.

Although the majority of them are qi-training monks, there are also many foundation-building monks, more than a hundred in total.

Compared to usual times, the ferry today was extremely lively.

The reason is naturally simple.

Official ticket sales for flights to the Twin Cities began after noon.

The deep-sea route only sails once a year, and many monks are eager to see it, just waiting for this moment.

After a cup of tea, Chen Ping landed on a low hillside.

In a pavilion on the mountain, besides Jiang Yijin, there were four other people either sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, or standing and whispering.

Including the male cultivator surnamed Qiu who sang the oboe that day, the female cultivator surnamed Su with huge breasts, a big man with a horse face, and a gorgeous man dressed in a strange way.

At first glance, this gorgeous man immediately left a deep impression on him.

It's not that Chen Ping is biased against him, it's just that this person's dress is too shocking.

Earrings, jade bracelets, navel-baring short robe, and three-color spiritual flowers stuck to the silky hair. If others ignored his gender, he would look like a prostitute from a brothel.

At this moment, several people were chatting away. It seemed that this big man and the charming male cultivator were members of the team that Jiang Yijin and his sister had recently attracted.

As soon as he saw Chen Ping falling, Jiang Yijin couldn't help but look happy and came over to greet him.

"Fellow Daoist Ye arrived as promised, and Jiang's team has another strong supporter. What a joy to congratulate!"

Jiang Yijin cupped his hands with a smile on his face.

"hehe!"

Before Chen Ping could return the gift, the handsome man looked over with raised eyebrows, and interjected angrily: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, this black-faced man is actually the one you talk about as a strong supporter? I'm afraid he just ran into a second-level Dzogchen.

Monsters, he will become a burden to us!"

No wonder!

The six monks present, except for the female cultivator surnamed Su, the rest are all practicing the Dzogchen Foundation.

Chen Ping's advanced stage of foundation building is basically the kind that holds him back.

Hearing his direct ridicule, Chen Ping's face was as calm as water, and he greeted Jiang Yijin calmly.

Then he moved his eyes and said slowly to the handsome male cultivator: "Fellow Taoist, don't worry, Mr. Ye has practiced a secret technique of self-destruction. If he is really surrounded by monsters and the situation is critical, Mr. Ye will never ask everyone to save him.

It’s just a blatant self-destruction.”

"It's just that, fellow Taoist, you need to stay away from Ye at all times. My self-destruction secret technique does not distinguish between targets. If I kill fellow Taoist and the monster at the same time, wouldn't it be a heinous crime?"

"This fellow Daoist Ye is really interesting."

The female cultivator surnamed Su was amused by Chen Ping's remarks and laughed happily.

But the next moment, what shocked Chen Ping was that he had clearly drawn a clear line. The handsome male cultivator actually changed his attitude, covered his mouth and said with a sweet smile: "What a great talker, although his appearance is a bit rough."

, but I like Fellow Taoist’s personality very much. I’m Xu Qiaoqiao, what is your surname, Fellow Daoist?”

"Ye Ping."

Chen Ping spoke like gold, avoiding his hot gaze.

There was no surprise on Jiang Yijin's expressions. It was obvious that they had already experienced this person's sharpness just now.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Ye, if you are in danger, I will not leave you alone."

Xu Qiaoqiao touched the spirit flower on her head, and then gave Chen Ping a meaningful wink.

"Hehe, Mr. Xu's kindness is appreciated by Ye."

A full ten feet away from him, Chen Pingping said expressionlessly.

A person whose words and deeds are inconsistent is probably due to an inborn character flaw, and he is generally too lazy to care.

If Xu Qiaoqiao continues to pester him without knowing what is good, Chen Ping will not mind shattering his soul without knowing it and helping him ascend to heaven early.

"Ahem"

Jiang Yijin pretended to feel uncomfortable in his throat and coughed a few times, then said to smooth things over: "Fellow Daoist Ye, let me introduce to you, this is..."

After a while, the people in the pavilion got to know each other well.

The handsome male cultivator, Jiang Yijin's second brother, is named Qiu Renming, and his third sister is named Su Lan. All three of them are casual cultivators who have been cultivating in Xikou City since childhood.

Xu Qiaoqiao claimed to be a casual cultivator from the nearby sea area and did not introduce herself too much.

As for the horse-faced man Li Hongyan, he comes from the Li family, a subsidiary of the Zhou family. This time he went to Shuangcheng to defect to a clan brother.

Chen Ping fabricated the identity of a casual cultivator in a few words.

Several people are not joining forces to form a force, they need to know the truth, the truth or falsehood is not important.

Anyway, when the spirit ship arrives at the Twin Cities, everyone will disperse immediately.

During this period, a small episode occurred.

Jiang Yijin confided to Chen Ping the fact that he, Qiu Renming, and Su Lan were sworn brothers and sisters, and hoped that he would not mind it.

Chen Ping pretended to be surprised at first, and then there was a look of displeasure on his face, but he didn't say much.

"Please wait for a moment, there is another Taoist friend who has not arrived yet."

Jiang Yijin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and told some secrets about Xikou City with a smile, hoping to liven up the atmosphere.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, look at the sun hanging above your head. Why hasn't the last fellow Daoist you invited arrived yet?"

After half an hour, Li Hongyan seemed a little impatient with the waiting, and said dissatisfiedly to Jiang Yijin.

"Friend Daoist Li, please be patient. There are still a few quarters of an hour left before the appointed time."

Jiang Yijin explained, looking in the direction of Xikou City.

"Why are you so anxious? A spiritual ship can carry thousands of monks, and Xikou City's twin-city flights are never full. Are you still worried that you won't be able to buy a ticket?"

Xu Qiaoqiao opened her eyes and said lightly.

"Stop talking to Li!"

Li Hongyan stared back coldly, not hiding his disgust.

Time passed by bit by bit, and it was almost noon.

Li Hongyan stood diagonally across from Su Lan, and from time to time he would give her a few harsh glances at her curvy figure.

Su Lan could certainly feel this kind of unscrupulous scrutiny, but due to Li Hongyan's identity, she had to pretend not to notice.

Although the Li family is a vassal of the Zhou family, it is also a Yuandan family, and it is not something that casual cultivators can easily offend.

Qiu Renming's face darkened, and he deliberately moved a few steps to block Li Hongyan's gaze.

"Hey, it's getting interesting."

Chen Ping's consciousness enveloped the entire audience, and the actions of the three people were clearly visible.

If Su Lan was his Taoist companion, Li Hongyan would never be able to keep these tricks.
Chapter completed!