Five days later, it was noon.

On the turbid and dark yellow sea, there was silence everywhere.

There were neither rolling waves nor a trace of salty sea breeze, everything looked lifeless.

But at this moment, a light red jade-like spiritual ship rushed out from somewhere on the bottom of the sea, rolling up a wave of more than ten feet high.

The next moment, the spirit ship floated steadily, and a rather embarrassed figure fell down on the deck.

"Finally got rid of those bastards..."

Holding two high-grade fire spirit stones, the thin scholar absorbed the pure spiritual energy from them while cursing and muttering a few words.

After recovering 20% ​​of his mana, the scholar slowly stood up.

He frowned, and the tattered monk's robe with blood stains all over his body spontaneously ignited without wind and turned into ashes.

Then, the ring between his fingers flashed, and he was replaced by an identical brand new Tsing Yi.

"Why do I encounter powerful monsters every time I sail alone? Have I committed some destiny?"

The scholar paced up to the deck and said in a very depressed tone.

This person is naturally Chen Ping who said goodbye to the Wind Killer.

He really thought that there would be no major setbacks in the 20,000-mile sea route as long as he was careful.

After all, his magical power is not weak, it is equivalent to a half-step golden elixir, and there are few dangers that can threaten his life.

But the actual situation was completely opposite to what he imagined.

In the waters of the Twin Cities, he had not encountered the evil cultivator interception ship that everyone talked about, but he had been overwhelmed by the dozens of waves of monster beasts and was tired of dealing with them.

What chased Chen Ping into this sea area was an overwhelming group of tens of thousands of evil thunder crows.

Originally, no matter how many first- and second-level thunder crows there were, they could not break through his physical defense in a short period of time.

But among the crowd of crows, a pair of peak third-order crow kings and crow queens were actually born.

With such a huge and powerful group of monsters, even if the fake alchemy monks encountered them, they would still run away.

When the flat-haired birds swooped down from the binary sky like black sand, Chen Ping abandoned the large spirit boat without hesitation and fled for his life in a hurry.

The third-level Crow King's escape speed was even faster than his full-strength flight.

Even if you distance yourself, you will be slowly caught up again without taking a cup of tea.

Then the two crow kings will start attacking unceremoniously.

The claws released by the Crow King were extremely sharp, and even the nearby spiritual energy was absorbed with one grab.

If Chen Ping's physical cultivation was not low, he would have lost most of his life under this series of attacks.

After flying hundreds of miles in an extremely thrilling manner, he realized that he could no longer consume it, so he directly released the Spider King puppet, used the magic arm to severely injure the Crow Queen, and then used Shadow Step to barely escape.

It's not that he doesn't want to take the opportunity to kill the Crow King and Crow Queen, but if he delays for too long, the more than 10,000 thunder crows behind him will catch up and surround him.

What's more, the sound of fighting along the way has attracted several groups of lurking monster beasts. If he is entangled by them, he will really die this time.

It is said that blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. After Chen Ping fought several battles in a row, an empty storage ring was almost half filled with the corpses of monsters.

Among them, there are about forty second-level fish demons, crab demons, etc., and the most valuable one is undoubtedly an early-level third-level treasure shrimp.

In a few days, Chen Ping harvested such a large amount of good puppet materials, which made Chen Ping's fighting spirit so high that he almost forgot the brutality of being chased.

Humans, once they taste the sweetness, tend to ignore the accompanying dangers.

…

Spreading out the sea map, Chen Ping confirmed his current location.

Huangshuihai, one of the eight inland seas in the twin cities, is less than four thousand miles away from Fuyou City.

After arriving at this sea area, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The inland sea is the first line of defense of Fuyou City.

Every once in a while, several major forces in the city will organize armies of monks to regularly eliminate nearby monsters.

Even domineering evil cultivators would not dare to set foot in the inner sea.

"The defense of the twin cities is indeed as airtight as the rumors, with various means deployed thousands of miles away."

A stream of spiritual consciousness was surveying the sky and the sea. Chen Ping seemed to have discovered something, and he couldn't help but think to himself.

The sea of ​​yellow water under your feet is silent and boundless. It doesn't seem to have any living creatures. It basically looks like a dead sea. However, under the all-pervasive consciousness, some hidden things have nowhere to hide.

As the Xianliu was driving slowly, Chen Ping sensed at least seven or eight small palace buildings.

Some are located in seamounts hundreds of feet deep, while others are on a giant flying rock in the dual world.

These buildings are actually sentry posts in Fuyou City, and are guarded by several foundation builders.

In a rather large sentry post, the leader was a monk in the middle stage of Yuandan.

Once there is any sign of trouble, such as the invasion of evil cultivators, the sudden outbreak of beast tide, etc., the sentry post will send the news back to Fuyou City.

The Huangshuihai is the inland sea north of the twin cities, and the number of sentry posts is relatively small.

In the area close to the Tianshou Mountains, it is rumored that there is a sentry every fifty miles and a post three hundred miles away, with thousands of monks stationed all year round.

Moreover, the sentry post over there is not just on the surface.

In order to avoid the detection of the demon consciousness by the big demon, the Jindan Sect has opened a small number of secret outposts, which often make the demon clan unable to guard against them and cause heavy losses.

…

"I am the sentry commander of Huang Shuihai, Weng Fuhong. What is your Taoist friend Gao's name?"

At this moment, before the figure arrived, a faint voice came first, and then a beam of white light was seen shooting towards the Xianliu from a distance.

After a few breaths, the escaping light gathered in the sky and dispersed, revealing an older-looking monk.

The visitor had green eyes, a wine-skinned nose, was wearing colorful robes, and his arms were half a foot longer than ordinary people, making him look a bit weird.

While Chen Ping was sizing him up, the old man also stared at him without scruples.

"Commander Weng, you are polite. My surname is Chen, and my given name is Ye."

Chen Ping's clothes were fluttering, he cupped his fists with his hands and said calmly.

This person is the mid-Yuandan monk he sensed earlier at the large sentry post.

It is estimated that the Xianliu boat made too much noise to clear the waves, which attracted Weng Fuhong's attention.

"It turns out to be Daoyou Chen."

Weng Fuhong returned the greeting with a cold expression and said suspiciously: "Could it be that Fellow Daoist Chen came across the sea alone in a spiritual ship?"

"My training ground is not very far from Fuyou City, so I relied on my magical power to travel alone."

Chen Ping smiled slightly and said calmly.

There's nothing wrong with his answer.

No matter where he is in the Yuanyan Islands, his cultivation level in the middle stage of Yuandan is a rare master. It is not unusual to act alone.

"It's a routine matter for Mr. Weng. Don't be offended, Fellow Daoist Chen."

Seeing the sincerity in the tone of this monk of the same rank, Weng Fuhong felt satisfied. He paused and said, "Is this your first time to enter Fuyou City, fellow Taoist?"

"good."

Chen Ping nodded and said directly.

The monks who enter Fuyou City for the first time will, without exception, be issued a jade identity ring.

The structure of this ring is quite special. Even if it is hidden in a storage ring, the sentry commander can still detect it through some kind of sensory magic weapon.

Deng Fengcheng, Qi Yuan, Xiong Dingtian and others who died at his hands all had an identity jade ring.

However, Chen Ping was always cautious and had already thrown the jade ring into the vast sea.

"How long do fellow Taoists plan to live in Fuyou City?"

Weng Fuhong stroked his beard and continued to ask.

"As short as a few years."

After pretending to think for a long time, Chen Ping replied.

"That's good!"

Weng Fuhong's eyes lit up, his attitude became gentle, and he said as if he was asking for help: "Fellow Daoist Chen, Weng wants to have a discussion with you."

"Commander Weng, just say it's okay."

Chen Ping spoke with a normal expression and did not refuse at the beginning.

"When Mr. Chen enters the city later, can he report Weng's name to the city guard?"

Scratching his chin, Wang Fuhong said with a smile.

"oh?"
To be continued...