Chen Ping's question made Lin Jingyi shrink his eyes, but his expression returned to normal in an instant.

"Holy demon fake elixirs are rare, so it's not surprising that you guessed who I am."

Lin Jingyi shook his head calmly, and then asked: "Daoyou Chen has amazing magical powers. Which major sect is he a direct disciple of?"

"Hey, guess what."

Staring at Lin Jingyi warily, Chen Ping said calmly.

He didn't expect that this person would admit it readily.

After all, he wasn't sure before and was just trying to deceive him.

However, Chen Ping already had a rough idea of ​​Yu Zeqiu's origins.

Under the vigorous publicity of the Qihuang Chamber of Commerce, several of his methods, such as the magic arm and the Pure Yang Five Elements Sword, spread almost throughout the Yuanyan Islands, but Yu Zeqiu didn't seem to know anything about it.

This person may be a newly arrived cultivator from outside the realm.

Otherwise, there would not be only a few sentences recorded in the information about a powerful fake elixir.

"Young Daoist Chen are not sincere."

Yu Zeqiu's face darkened, and when he was about to say the next sentence, the aqua blue light around his body flashed and turned into an afterimage.

"die!"

Less than three feet away from Chen Ping, Yu Zeqiu slapped Chen Ping's face with a ferocious palm.

The palm was filled with dense water needles, which instantly poked holes in Chen Ping's figure.

It seemed like he succeeded with one blow, but his expression turned even more gloomy because the figure in front of him had burst like a bubble.

Looking back again, the target he wanted to kill suddenly appeared a hundred feet away.

"What do you mean, Fellow Daoist Yu, that you have to kill every fish and break the net?"

Standing on the horse with his hands behind his hands, Chen Ping said calmly.

He was on strict guard against any of Yu Zeqiu's movements, so how could he easily let this person succeed in a sneak attack?

With a cold look in his eyes, Yu Zeqiu said nothing.

Staring at the colorful puppet, he felt extremely annoyed.

The speed of the Dengyunma puppet is even higher than him.

This kid can fight and escape, and is as slippery as a loach.

"If Fellow Daoist Yu continues to take action, believe it or not, Chen will immediately break the restriction and provoke the two big bugs. Anyway, Chen is young and does not need to cross the ghost tree for the time being, but Fellow Daoist's plan will be in vain."

"Tsk, tsk, there is no way to advance to the immortal path, and you just missed the opportunity to turn to the ghost path. Fellow Taoist Yu should be very clear about the choice."

Sensing that the water spirit power around him was becoming active again, Chen Ping said with a cold tone.

When Yu Zeqiu heard Chen Ping's ridicule and threats, he became furious.

What kind of person is he? He was a popular figure in his sect. When did he receive the arrogance of a junior?

But Chen Ping's words undoubtedly hit his weakness.

Seeing that his life is running out, he must get the Ghost Tree.

"Actually, there is no conflict between what you and I want."

Chen Ping pursed his lips and smiled as if talking to a good friend: "Fellow Daoist Yu is thinking about ghost trees, but I only take ghost flowers."

"oh?"

Hearing what he said, Yu Zeqiu, who was on the verge of anger, immediately adjusted his emotions, cupped his fists and said, "I was wrong before."

"It doesn't matter, it's better to resolve enemies than to make them end."

Chen Ping waved his hand generously.

"Since Taoist friend's strength has been recognized by me, let's proceed as planned."

He opened his mouth and swallowed the fake elixir into his belly. At this moment, no trace of strange color could be seen on Yu Zeqiu's face.

"Haha, fellow Taoist Yu is a role model for us because of his ability to bend and stretch."

Chen Ping winked without hesitation, and then said seriously: "Return that thing to Chen first, otherwise there will be no cooperation."

The direction where his eyes fell was the magic arm held by Yu Zeqiu.

"The remains of a Sea Clan monk, and he is at least a fifth-level Sea Clan. As far as I know, the Sea Clan has withdrawn from the Yuanyan Islands for more than 10,000 years. Where did Chen Daoyou find this thing?"

Playing with the broken arm, Yu Zeqiu said with twinkling eyes.

"Sure enough, he discovered the true identity of the demon arm."

Chen Ping felt something in his heart and answered the question: "From the tone of Fellow Daoist Yu, it seems that he is not a monk from our own sea area?"

"What does it matter whether it is yes or no? I am just one of the many living beings."

Yu Zeqiu shouted loudly, obviously not wanting to reveal his identity.

"Fellow Taoist, stop talking about him!"

Pointing at the magic arm, Chen Ping said calmly.

"Hehe, it's your turn."

Raising his right hand slightly, Yu Zeqiu threw the magic arm outward without hesitation.

For a fake elixir monk like him who only has twenty years left to live, external treasures are not that important.

Besides, the threat the magic arm gave him was not strong, so returning Chen Ping had nothing to do with the overall situation.

He drew a piece of Ice Spirit Crystal Flame to support the demonic arm. After discovering that the man had done nothing, Chen Ping immediately stuffed it back into the puppet's mouth.

"I would like to advise you, it is better to use this thing sparingly. The sea clan in the outside world is very powerful, and they will not let the body of a high-level sea clan be controlled by the human race."

After a pause, Yu Zeqiu said with an unclear tone.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yu, for the tip."

Chen Pinggong gave his hand and drove the Dengyun horse to fly several miles away.

Of course, he would not let down his guard just because of Yu Zeqiu's reminder.

"I'll just meditate in place for a few days and wait for the opportunity."

Yu Zeqiu smiled nonchalantly and sat down cross-legged.

Taking advantage of his free time, Chen Ping picked thirty strands of gold and silver silk from the storage ring and restored the magic arm in front of Yu Zeqiu.

This time the traction was broken, which sounded his alarm.

The grade of gold silk and silver silk is too low, and it is easy to be targeted.

If Yu Zeqiu was not in Guimu, he might have lost his magic arm today.

"Fifth-level silk is hard to come by, and it's not something I can get just by thinking about it."

Chen Ping sighed slightly and put the matter aside for the time being.

…

The two people with evil intentions no longer had any interest in communicating. They were hundreds of feet apart, hiding their auras and falling into silence.

"Why haven't you started having sex yet?"

Ten days later, a sculpture-like figure stood on the back of Dengyun Ma, looking straight at Fei Yan with a frown on his face.

Due to Yu Zeqiu's intimidation, Chen Ping has not left Dengyunma for a while, causing his calves to feel a little sore and numb.

And the flying rock also followed the airflow and pushed southward for more than ten miles.

He gradually discovered a pattern.

Every two or three days, a swarm of swallowing cicadas will come out in full force and fly down into the sky to hunt for prey.

But the two third-level insect kings were unstoppable and guarded the stone forest from one mile to the other, never leaving.

According to Yu Zeqiu, it may have been the last time he explored the secret cave that aroused the Insect King's wariness.

If not, the Three Yuan Heaven is extremely dangerous, and King Tunying Zhizhi should protect the tribe's entry and exit.

However, what Chen Ping was concerned about was that it had been disappearing for ten consecutive days, and there was still no sign of the two insects mating. He was somewhat agitated by the wait.

"Don't ask me, Fellow Daoist Chen, I can't forcefully order two insects to mate."

Sensing a suspicious look coming towards him, Yu Zeqiu said helplessly.

"Then wait a few more days."

Chen Ping nodded to express his understanding.

This time, their waiting soon came to fruition.

At midnight half a day later, everything was quiet.

Suddenly, a rapid insect chirping sounded from deep underground, sometimes gentle and sometimes deep and harsh.
To be continued...