What's more, if you encounter an extremely dangerous situation, a few more cannon fodders will always increase your chances of survival.

"Jiang will go buy a boat ticket right away. I would like to trouble fellow Taoists to wait here."

Seeing that his proposal was approved, Jiang Yijin was very happy. He turned into a beam of light and flew towards the ferry.

After he left, the people in the pavilion stopped communicating and just found stone chairs to sit on.

Only Li Hongyan shamelessly leaned against Su Lan and moved his mouth, obviously transmitting the secret message.

Su Lan was annoyed, rolled her eyes, and pulled Han Wanshuang to chat about secrets between women.

Li Hongyan immediately snorted and interrupted his teasing words.

"Although it is natural for men to be lustful, it is unpleasant if they don't know the etiquette."

Seeing this person's bullying behavior, Chen Ping grinned and closed his eyes.

…

A few hours later, Jiang Yijin came back with a happy face.

He showed everyone a token made of ore, on which were engraved the three ancient cultivation texts "415".

It probably represents box number 15 on the fourth floor of the spiritual ship.

"I heard that after the Twin Cities flight was replaced by a medium-sized spiritual ship, the number of Foundation Establishment monks buying tickets suddenly increased by dozens. The suite tickets were especially popular. Fortunately, Jiang went there early, otherwise he would have almost been unable to buy them.

Already."

Jiang Yijin described it vividly and concluded excitedly: "The more monks there are, the safer and more reliable it will be!"

"Friend Jiang Dao, how much does this suite ticket cost? Let's share it together."

Twisting her hair, she said coldly.

"Thirty thousand pieces, each person has five thousand spirit stones."

Jiang Yijin nodded and said politely.

Thirty thousand spirit stones is a huge expense for a foundation-building monk, and he cannot pretend to be fat.

"The price is indeed a lot more expensive than a small spiritual ship."

Chen Ping thought with an unchanged expression.

Then, Han Wanshuang took the lead, and Chen Ping, Li Hongyan and others handed over the spirit stones one after another.

As for Qiu Renming and Su Lan's share, Jiang Yijin did not receive it.

There were five days left before the ship sailed. Under the organization of Jiang Yijin, several people held a private exchange meeting on the spot.

Chen Ping was speechless as he stared at the treasures displayed by the juniors.

I randomly took out a few bottles of second-grade elixirs, and participated in them for a while.

During this period, Han Wanshuang spent thirteen thousand spiritual stones to buy a green water snake from Xu Qiaoqiao.

"This woman has a soft spot for the Bishui clan. Could it be that she feeds her spiritual beasts blood food, or uses their blood to practice some secret technique?"

Chen Ping lowered his head and said nothing, then said with a change of thought.

There are so many secret techniques in the world of cultivation that even the cultivators who transform themselves into gods cannot say that they understand them all.

Han Wanshuang's acquisition of the blue water monster looks like a specific thing prepared to achieve his goal.

While everyone was busy trading, Chen Ping quietly revealed a trace of his consciousness and attached it to Han Wanshuang's body to explore carefully.

"Apart from the fact that my skin is a bit smoother and fairer than ordinary people, there is nothing strange about her."

After a while, Chen Ping dispersed his consciousness and kept an extra eye.

After the exchange meeting ended, Jiang Yijin enthusiastically called on everyone to discuss their cultivation experiences.

"This person is really unqualified to be a casual cultivator. He is really a good candidate to be the head of the clan, the leader of the clan."

A strange look appeared on Chen Ping's face, and he pretended to be interested and chatted with everyone.

…

When the five days were up, the cultivators in the pavilion did not need to mention anything. They all used their own methods in tacit agreement to fly into the air and shoot towards the ferry.

In the port, ships of different sizes were coming in and out, and some monks were also flying in and out in the air, creating a prosperous scene.

On the east side of the sea, there is a dazzling hill suspended.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a huge ship over two hundred feet long and five to sixty feet high.

Yellow and white glow shrouded its surface, and the turbulent sea water rushed in layer by layer. Within half a mile, it suddenly became extremely docile, as gentle as a billabong pool.

The bottom of this ship is black, and its body is engraved with many extremely complicated patterns, which are densely packed and layered. The pressure it brings when it approaches is no less than that of a Yuandan monk.

Several large spiritual boats were beside it, like fledglings that had just learned to fly.

This is the only medium-sized spiritual ship owned by the Zhou family in Xikou, the "Feng Slayer".

Behind the deck stands a huge pale white attic, six stories high.

It is far from exquisite and elegant. They are all made of huge boulders, and they do not have the same sturdy style as those found in the Xikou sea area.

At this time, on the topmost spire, stood a white-robed scholar wearing a Confucian crown with his hands behind his hands, a square face and a serious face, and his bright eyes staring down.

When Chen Ping and his party arrived in front of the spirit ship, a large group of monks had already lined up in a long queue.

Among them, there are also many monks like them who work in groups of three or five and closely rely on each other.

However, most of the people who queued up to enter were all foundation-building monks, and only a few were in the Qi-training period.

When you think about this situation, it becomes clear that the boat ticket alone costs thousands of spiritual stones, which is beyond the reach of ordinary Qi-training monks.

What's more, the situation of Qi-training monks in the Shuang Cities cultivation world is no different from that of ordinary people. If they stay a little away from the city, they might be swallowed by a monster and their bones will be gone.

It's not a special situation, no one would dare to take risks.

Moreover, the junior Qi practitioners in the queue were all led by the family's Ji Ji, and they probably planned to follow their elders to the Twin Cities to see them.

After a stick of incense, it was finally Chen Ping's turn.

"I've met Senior Zhou."

Jiang Yijin bowed to the white-robed scholar on the top of the tower and handed the ticket in the form of a token to the Zhou family who was standing outside the ship for inspection.

"Boy Jiang, are you ready to go to Shuangcheng to develop?"

The scholar in white robe cast his gaze and said calmly.

"The seniors have a good understanding of fire, but the juniors know that their skills are unsatisfactory, so they have to leave their hometown and seek opportunities."

Jiang Yijin replied respectfully.

This man in white robe is none other than Zhou Wuchun, the lead repairman of the ship guard this time.

Back then, when the Zhou family recruited him, Zhou Wuchun was also present.

Unfortunately, his performance in that assessment was extremely poor. He missed several times in a row and missed the olive branch offered by the Zhou family.

"Good luck."

Zhou Wuchun nodded slightly, turned to look at Han Wanshuang, his tone suddenly became much gentler, and said with a smile: "Girl Han, why don't you continue to live in our Xikou City? Could it be that some blind guy has made you angry?

about you?"

"Senior, Wanshuang has other important matters and may come back in a few years."

Han Wan Shuang said neither humble nor arrogant.

"This woman's background is not simple."

After listening to the conversation between the two, Chen Ping thought to himself.

The status gap in the big realm is as big as the sky.

If Han Wanshuang didn't have a strong backer, it would never have been possible for Zhou Wuchun to act like a peer.

"I've met Senior Zhou."

When it was Chen Ping's turn, he bent down and clasped his fists, then swaggered onto the spiritual ship under Zhou Wuchun's eyes.

The Ziwei Breath Condensation Technique combined with his divine consciousness, under the golden elixir, no one can break it.
Chapter completed!