At least Chen Ping thinks so.

After hearing this, Ma Aoqian also thought deeply.

Although it was only necessary to prepare an extra generous gift, it brought the relationship between the two parties closer, and the Qingyazong did not lose at all.

…

The headquarters of the Wuxiang Array Sect is a ring-shaped island with a built-in lake.

A huge dragon-shaped mountain range runs through the east and west directions, with attic palaces dotted nearby.

Thousands of low-level disciples of the Formation Sect shuttled between the mountains, respectfully presenting stacks of exquisite pastries and spiritual wine in their hands.

Next to each spiritual spring, there is a table with seats for fifteen or six people.

Starting from the ferry below, all the way to the top of the mountain deep in the clouds.

Although there are fewer and fewer seats, the level of spiritual objects and fine wines that can be placed is getting higher and higher.

The world of cultivation is very realistic.

Three, six, nine, etc., the distinction between superior and inferior is clear.

The ferry is the location for Qi training and foundation building monks.

Those who come to congratulate the gift will be greeted by a deacon of the formation sect, and after collecting the treasure, they can sit down on their own.

At the foot of the mountain is where Yuandan and Jindan monks sit, and their treatment is almost the same as that of the juniors at the ferry.

The spiritual mat on the mountainside suddenly rose to several levels.

There are as many as a hundred Nascent Soul monks gathered!

Anyone who offers something of the fifth level will have an elder from the formation sect chant it with spiritual power.

…

At this moment, more than 80% of the funeral banquets across the island were occupied.

At Chen Ping's request, the Qingyazong group walked slowly and slowly.

It was not until dusk that we approached Wuxiang Island.

At the same time, Chen Ping's consciousness swept over.

The guests who came to congratulate him were not only humans.

There are also many alien species such as sea tribes, giant spirits, and immortals.

The alliance of various races has been fighting against the Wraith Skybird for hundreds of years.

This time the human race gave birth to a sixth-level spiritual master, which was a great joy for all major races except the demon race.

"Headmaster Liu of the Jade Gold Sect is here, please take a seat at the VIP table at the top of the mountain!"

The person singing at the top of the mountain was a young monk in robes.

This person's appearance is chic, fresh and refined, and his brows are very lively, giving him a calm and unhurried attitude.

But there was a sly look in his eyes, which showed that this person was pretending.

…

On the distant sea, Chen Ping was stunned for half a breath.

That boy is Feng Tianyu!

Moreover, from the observation of the mana aura emitted by Zizi, he actually broke through to the Nascent Soul Dzogchen.

You know, Feng Tianyu is a little younger than him.

In terms of fortune, he is far inferior to him.

"First it is bitter and then it is sweet, which is the essence of the bitter spirit root. Those with the surname Feng have suffered for two lives, and it is their turn to enjoy blessings in the third life."

Reciting a summary of Kulinggen in his memory, Chen Ping immediately calmed down his emotional fluctuations.

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Chapter completed!