Tinxin was furious, "Chen Ping'an, what's wrong with you?"

Shuangjian, who was squatting beside him, sighed softly. He couldn't complain about the little girl's irritable temper. In fact, she was used to the tenacity of the ancestor Yinguan. She had to sew clothes every time before, so the sewing person was used to accidents of big and small. No matter how dangerous the process was, it seemed that she could always succeed. So this accident was very unexpected.

In this cage, after killing a sword cultivator of the Nascent Soul Realm demon clan again, the core of the twisting core needs to be engraved in the sewing clothes today. The real name of an ancient fierce monster is engraved. The embroidery needle of the natal object is nailed through Chen Ping'an's vest, and the spine needs to be hooked. Only the last two strokes are left, but the effort is still in vain. If it weren't for the twisting core to close the knife in time, Chen Ping'an's entire spine would have to be broken in two pieces. The storm of the real name of the great monster would be like the back of the sea water, and the evil spirit flowed into Chen Ping'an's heart. If it weren't for Chen Ping'an's heart, there would still be a few remaining golden talismans and jade books. The core was very familiar and used to suppress the evil spirit of the real name, and it would be barely offset. Then Chen Ping'an's body and soul might have become a burst of firecrackers one after another, and the ending would be like the earth immortal destroying the golden elixir, and the Nascent Soul, and the immortals could not save it.

The young hidden official fell to the ground and his back was peeled a lot. His spine was exposed. The young man curled up on the ground and twitched. The ground was covered with blood. In the blood, there was still the residual evil spirit of the real name of the great demon. Finally, vaguely, strands of evil spirit gathered into a mustard "golden elixir". He wanted to use blood as a "place to build a sock of the Taoist practice", hoping to become a ghost spirit. If he was in that great world, he would not be able to control it, and maybe a veritable golden elixir ghost would be born in a flash. He then found a site with enough evil spirits in ancient battlefields, and then he could gather Yin soldiers, build a dark house, and a tree king banner, and become a ghost king who had a lot of trouble.

The spinning core also ended up miserably, vomiting several mouthfuls of dark blood. This time she was not forced to swallow it back, and turned her head and vomited it on the ground.

The demon of the Eureng Snake's transformation of heaven, waved the sleeve of the magic robe and stripped the real name Yin Ling, which quickly became the prototype of mustard seed, from the blood on the ground, hung in front of her, stretched out her fingers and gently crushed it. The filthy aura that was enough to make a monk in the lower fifth realm directly become a Yin Ling puppet completely disappeared.

After a while, Chen Ping'an sat up, his soul trembled, and his muscles, bones, blood and flesh in his body were slightly shaken, like a slight fish turning over his back under the ground, and the blood in his body was boiling, as if floods were everywhere. Fortunately, the five elements of the natal objects began to operate on their own, helping to soothe the strange phenomenon, which made Chen Ping'an's fortunately still able to keep his body still, and said apologetically: "I can't stand it anymore."

Frost Valley shook his eyes hard to make the little girl not add salt to her wounds.

Although Jianxin stopped cursing, his face was still unhappy and said in a deep voice: "I will do something to Yunqing soon, Qingqiu and others. If it is still so unhealthy, I advise you to just stop here. Anyway, this real name is barely available now."

Chen Ping'an nodded.

After the twisting core helped Chen Ping'an roughly stitch the skin, it flashed away.

Her subtle movements of "accidentally" that add to the snake's feet, twisting the core and pretending to be careless, Chen Ping'an pretending not to exist, and Frost fall pretending not to see it. All three have a tacit understanding.

When the spinning core left, Shuangjiang carefully persuaded: "The ancestor of Yinguan, every time he used the method of exchanging life for life, his body was shaking, and it was not easy. He would even slaughter the demon clan and sew clothes immediately. This is inappropriate."

Once she didn't sew clothes, Chen Ping'an's body and spirit recovered very quickly, just like a sick person who had just recovered from a serious illness, and was like a blind person who had been blind for a long time. Finally, she saw the light and was immersed in a relaxed and comfortable "little world". Chen Ping'an could stagger up now, hunched over, and take a walk slowly. The large pool of blood on the ground was cleaned by Frost Valley, and after being cleaned up by Frost Valley, he had already been twisted into the embroidery bag. Frost Valley praised him secretly, "What a thrifty person who sews clothes at home, and said good things about the little girl."

Chen Ping'an said: "It hurts so much now. After killing a demon, my heart trembles when I think of it, and I think of it in one go. Besides, the more I said, the more painful it is, the deeper the memory, the better the effect."

Frost Ghost slowly said: "With the suppression of the heaven and earth of the bird in the cage, every time you decide to change your life, you quietly create an inability to create a place of inability and use all the means. You have to kill the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator again and again, just like the sword cultivator of the cockroach. So what if you have been suppressed by you for most of your realm? Isn't it just a sword that will ruin your heart? If it were someone else, if you were hit by its "drift" sword, you will die."

"How should I kill the other five realms? Meng Po and Qing Qiu are a little better. Meng Po's natal magical powers and proficient in illusion will have little impact on you. Just sell her a flaw. Qing Qiu was killed and naturally beaten a few points. Zhujie's natal painting is difficult to use Zhujie's magical powers in the cage with the small world of the bird in the cage. When the bamboo branch spreads the scroll, you fold the mountains and rivers and confront them tit-for-tat. It's easy to say that there are always opportunities. But Yun Qing, Xuan. These four are just talking about whether you have any chance. As for the Immortal Realm Marquis Changjun, you have no chance of winning. Once you open the prison door, you will die."

Frost River finally said: "Unless... unless you enter the top realm of Wufu Mountain, and at the same time, the Qi-training man has successively penetrated the Guanhai and Longmen realms and was able to enter the Golden Pill. Of course, the premise is not to get into trouble. If you find that Hou Changjun, you will fight hard. The realm is too different, and it will be useless to calculate it all."

Chen Ping'an walked out of prison and said, "Creating a golden elixir on the top of the mountain? You said lightly. What are my current situations and plans, don't you know?"

The demon of the Huawai followed by, clenched his fists again and again, his arms rose and fell higher than his head, and shouted again and again: "The ancestor did things regardless of size, lifting weights as light as possible. Thousands of pivotal things, floating goose feathers, eternal sorrow, drizzle, the ancestor turned clouds and rain in his palm..."

As a result, Chen Ping'an, who was in a bad mood, punched him in the head, and his body broke through the demon's body. After recondensing on the spot, he was sick and depressed, and no longer made people feel noisy and annoying.

Being a loyal minister who is a deadly admonishment, not trusted, being a treacherous and flattering slander, and being beaten. It is really hard to predict the will of heaven, and being with the king is like a tiger.

Chen Ping'an walked all the way to the pavilion below the prison.

The five Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators, including the Sword Huang Brown, have only one of the rough ways that have been sorted out by Frost Seizure and revealed. The only purpose is to strive to defeat the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators with my heaven and earth. In this way, of course, it is not considered a pure sword cultivator between sword cultivators, but it is not considered a perfect match. Huang Brown, as sword cultivators, also has its own secret technique, the left-right magic power at the bottom of the box, Chen Ping'an's biggest reliance is the natal magic power of the bird in the flying sword cage, the realm of Qi training men on both sides, one rises and the other grows half the realm, and then adds the drum-beating style of the martial artists in the far-distance realm.

According to Frost Descendant, as long as Chen Ping'an enters the Yupu Realm in the future, the bird in the cage will be properly nourished, and the "one rises and the other falls" will be the same as the one realm. If you fall one realm and I rise to the realm, then it will be considered a veritable sword immortal atmosphere. Breaking the realm and killing enemies is like taking objects and picking up money on the ground.

But they are all distant things that are out of reach, so I can only think about it for the time being and have fun.

When he arrived at Xingting, Chen Ping'an sat cross-legged, placed the knife on his knees, began to breathe and breathe, temper the remaining martial arts. At the same time, he was thinking about the business with Frost Descendant, one mind and three uses, and practiced two things in parallel.

After entering the cave realm, regardless of how Shuangjiang, the Ascension realm is not taken seriously, for Chen Ping'an himself, he was a cultivator in the lower five realm who was used to the ups and downs of the realm, and he practiced again as a god in the middle five realm for the first time, which was a world of difference.

While breathing leisurely, Chen Ping'an's face was filled with white mist, and the essence of spiritual energy was like thin but eye-catching snow-white dragon snakes hanging upside down on the cliff.

Especially at Chen Ping'an's eyebrows, a natural light, light and dark.

And at that glance, the golden color vaguely flowed, and the eyes were like two cave rooms, with two clear lights reflecting the bamboo curtain at the door.

This is the "land gods and immortals who have attained enlightenment" that the Qi training masters dream of under the earth immortals.

Fighting with five Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators for five times, whether it is to sharpen martial arts, forcibly breaking the martial arts into a mountain root of muscles and bones, or to check for leaks and fill in the gaps through injuries, and tempering the flaws of the natal objects in the subtle areas, it can be said that they have gained a lot.

Frostfall abides by the rules and does not step into the walking pavilion, and is like a lonely ghost floating outside.

The agreement between Chen Ping'an and the Grain Rain Money of the Demon transformed from the outer demon is almost coming to an end.

A Grain Rain Money is divided into ten Lesser Heat money, all of which are the money to buy life from Frost.

I gave me the ancient Dragon-Slaying Platform to execute the punishment, and I "cut the Investigation" with a narrow knife. I got the first money for the Little Summer in the Frost Descent, and it was a good time to open the door.

The inscriptions, including "Ying This Spirit", can help Chen Ping'an sit faster and lose his mind while sitting quietly and breathing and guiding, and immerse himself in a deeper way. The effect is similar to that of a practitioner who sits upright in the immortal cushion. The cave ignites the fragrance of mountains and rivers. Although it is a way for dripping water to penetrate the stones, it cannot be underestimated. The monks in the lower five realms absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, like scooping water with both hands. It is very hard. After entering the middle five realms, it is like a bucket of water to draw water into the ancient well, of course it is faster.

Chen Ping'an not only obtained a treasure-slashing sword that defeated the dragon, but also benefited the future practice of the Great Dao for a long time, which was very profitable.

For the second Little Summer Money, Chen Ping'an asked Shuangjiang to explain in detail the tips of the practice of the cave realm, the sea viewing, and the dragon gate realm, and all the methods of matching the natural objects of great refining and medium refining.

Chen Ping'an decided to enter the cave realm in prison. At that time, spiritual energy flowed back into the small world. Frost descended to say it was true that this matter was that there was no such store after passing through this village. He took this opportunity to tour it and helped find out the six mountains of the crown princes that had already opened the acupoints of the mansion, and successfully obtained the third Little Summer Money.

In addition to teaching the teachings and making money, Frost Descendants made an extra deal based on its ability. Frost Descendants only said that the sword fairy banner that was refined in the middle needed to stand on the top of the mountain temple with secret techniques. At that time, there was no details, so Chen Ping'an obediently took the bait and turned into a demon to make money. The ancestor of the Hidden Official, the cave realm, had an extra practice technique, which added icing on the cake.

In addition, the imitation of the White Jade Jing pagoda, how to refine it into a natal object after opening up a new acupoint in the Guanhai Realm can be used as an important auxiliary natal object. The five elements belong to the natal object can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The five elements qi naturally nurtured in the small human body can be refined from the "Bai Yu Jing" and can achieve twice the result with half the effort and nourish the five natal objects. This is a timely help from the Frost.

In addition, how to add the finishing touch to the murals of the Shui Mansion, three secret magic techniques of immortals taught to the ancestor Yin Guan by Frost Descendant orally, only cost Chen Ping'an a little money for the Little Summer.

When the frost fell here, he had already obtained four Little Heat money.

The two short swords that were carved by Frost seemed casual, only said "the boat carved in the past". Frost River deliberately made it vague and did not want to tell the true roots. These two short swords with the characters "Du" and "Hu" were respectively engraved with the characters "Du" and "Hu". The former short swords with the characters "Du" have long been in Chen Ping'an's sword-raising gourd, and are not considered in the scope of business. However, the short swords with the characters "Historical Officials' Ancestors are worse than good things to make up for two" in the Lake, Frost River offers a small summer money, and Chen Ping'an also agreed.

The demons who transformed into foreign countries were already earning five little summer money without realizing it.

After Chen Ping'an entered the Longmen Realm, he could start to refine two ancient swords into two dragons in the water palace "Longqiu" pond. As for the water transport dragon that was originally condensed by the water elixir, he would turn it into a water transport Lizhu. In the future, the more water transport it becomes, the higher the quality of the Lizhu will be.

First, I will give you a short sword with a character called Du for free, and then talk about the refining benefits of the short sword with a character called Hu. As for the sword fairy banner, the imitation of Bai Yujing, they are actually transformed into a demon fishing, giving half of the bait and leaving half of it.

Chen Ping'an doesn't mind business methods like Frost Resurrection. After all, it is a fair transaction and cannot be considered a forced transaction.

In addition, Frost River gradually used the body's body's magical appearance, the celestial fairy cave clothes, the two green snakes in his ears, and all the golden sand and gold body fragments that came with the "Changming Daoist" 50% off, and made a deal with Chen Ping'an for four small summer money.

Only the last little summer money is left.

It has made up a Grain Rain money. According to the agreement, the Demon Frost of the Outer Transformation can immediately leave the prison and obtain a free body with a vast and unrestrained nature. Moreover, once it leaves the prison, whether it is Chen Ping'an or Chen Qingdu, it cannot target it at all. As long as it does not follow the demon clan into Haoran, it will not harm any sword cultivators in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. At that time, it will be the overlord of the wild world, or hide its traces in Haoran, support puppets, and establish sects. It will be as its wishes.

During this period, Frost Zai was willing to owe a snowflake money to buy a contract with Chen Ping'an.

As a result, Chen Ping'an quickly exchanged a snowflake for the real material of the Five Thunder Seal with Frost.

Shuangjian suddenly said, "I thought that inconspicuous snowflake money would become the winner of your and my business. I didn't expect you to take the initiative to eliminate my doubts so quickly."

Once the frost has obtained nine pieces of money for the Little Summer, plus some messy scattered snowflakes, even if you only lack one piece of money for Grain Rain, a transaction will still not be achieved.

The embarrassment of the Frost Demon's transformation into the outer demon in this transaction between the two parties is that it is only one small amount of money for the Snow Demon, and it is still a dead person, even if it is only one small amount of money for the Snow Demon.

Chen Ping'an still closed his eyes and said frankly: "At first I thought about tampering with this snowflake money, but I later changed my mind."

Frost Zai stopped and asked worriedly: "Wouldn't you make up your mind to not give it to me for the last little summer money, right? The ancestor Yinguan should not do such a business, it is too harmful to behave."

Chen Ping'an opened his eyes and shook his head and said, "Of course not. I will do the first money for Little Summer with you, and you can live."

Shuangjian nodded slightly and said in confusion: "I know this, but I just can't believe it."

Chen Ping'an said: "Do you just want to see Frost Jiang again? Do you still need to be so obsessed with a demon who has obtained pure freedom?"

After being silent in pairs, Chen Ping'an continued, "You are no longer considered fairy couples. Besides, with your Taoist conduct and mood, when and where, aren't you living with the great monk day and night, and inseparable from the shadows?"

Because the Heart Demon of Frost Descent is his beloved woman.

It should be a Taoist fate after Frost Descendant entered the fifth realm. Until Frost Descendant entered the Ascension Realm, it may even be that when he was trying to enter the lost realm, this demon of the outer transformation was truly manifested. However, Frost Descendant never completely cut off this inner demon. In the end, the heavens were separated. It is estimated that Frost Descendant used some mysterious Taoist immortal technique, but only expelled the inner demon, failed to truly subdue, refine and kill the inner demon. But these are all speculations of some rootless duckweed. What is the truth? God knows that unless Chen Ping'an goes to Qingming World in the future, he can see the real "Frost Descendant".

The Demon Huawai narrowed his eyes and asked, "How did you guess it? Is it the embroidered handkerchief in the woman's boudoir that leaked my roots and feet, or is it my instinct to avoid it when you touched my head?"

Chen Ping'an asked back: "What are you guessing, didn't you deliberately want me to know the truth?"

The white-haired boy-like demon smiled sweetly, hung in the air, gently patted his palms, and sincerely exclaimed: "What a hidden official ancestor, Chen Ping'an, who never disappoints people."

Chen Ping'an said: "For the last little summer money, let's make a hundred-year agreement. Before you and I meet again, you will help me secretly protect someone."

The white-haired boy gently flicked the green snake in his ear and said, "The fifth world is only allowed to qi practitioners under the upper five realms. If you enter it, I dare not violate the Confucian rules. If you are weak, this transaction will be difficult for me. Chen Ping'an, is this why you are not kind and deliberately make things difficult?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "My husband is there. I believe that the Confucian saints who guard the pass will turn a blind eye to you in the end, but you only have to go out of your phone once. After that, you will be expelled from the Confucian saint at most. At that time, you will obey my husband's retreat arrangements. Whether you return to Haoran, settle down in the Luopo Mountain, or be detained in the Merit Forest, I will go to you. No matter what the price you pay, I will keep my promise and restore your freedom. If you don't take action, you and I will meet in the fifth world."

The white-haired boy asked, "What if?"

Chen Ping'an said in a deep voice: "If I can't keep the promise and go to you, a hundred years later, no matter what, you can still get freedom."

The white-haired boy began to wander around the walking pavilion, as if weighing the pros and cons.

He began to ponder the details with the young hidden official and said, "Scholars need the most face. I just swayed and hid in the soul of a certain sword cultivator. That would not be considered a hidden thing. Even if your gentleman helps to ease his cheeks, it would be inappropriate? If you twist the core, you can go to the fifth world. The soul is deep enough, but she is in the Yupu realm and cannot go. This is not a big blame for me. The one who catches the big demon on the pavilion is specialized in art. Moreover, it can be hidden deep in the mind of the border of the Golden Pill Sword Cultivator. It is obvious that it cannot be done overnight. If you give me three or five years of water polishing time, I will be sure to find a Golden Pill monk to occupy the magpie's nest."

Chen Ping'an said: "I will help you find a hidden place."

The white-haired boy sighed: "The ancestor of Yinguan, I have no choice but to say thousands of words in my heart, but I just couldn't speak to my mouth."

Chen Ping'an stood up and reopened his penis to the side of his waist. "If you agree to this, please don't do anything extravagant in that brand new world in the future, and don't 'try' again. Otherwise, you will burn high incense every day and begging me to die in this Great Wall of Sword Qi."

Chen Ping'an smiled and narrowed his eyes and said, "In the past, before every fight, I never liked to talk harshly with others. Today I make an exception for my seniors, please cherish it."

The white-haired boy no longer had a hippie smile and bowed respectfully, "Abide by the ancestor's orders, start immediately, the transaction of Grain Rain money will be considered."

Chen Ping'an leaned back and fell to the ground, with his hands under the back of his head, and said, "I'll try to see the depth of Meng Po and Qingqiu's Taoism first. If you can't even face them, then you will have to use Jiuxian's methods to take action."

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and said, "Maybe you deliberately let me know the identity of a woman, and mistakenly thought that you were the inner demons created by the woman Shuangjiang liked. In fact, they were all because of the tricks. It doesn't matter. If you win, I didn't lose anything anyway."

The white-haired boy said sadly: "The hero is not free from luck. The hero's end of the hero looks so sad."

Chen Ping'an casually drew his sword out of the sheath, and he didn't even look at the Demon of Transformation. He quickly slashed away. The Demon of Transformation quickly condensed his body, jumped and stretched out his thumbs to Xingting, and exchanged his hands again and again, "It's not a hero who can win over Tianqing, but also a hero who can teach the Demon of Transformation. Ancestor... Oh, hey, good swordsmanship!"

Tinxin sat on the steps in the distance, looking at the Demon of the Transformation and the Qingshan Guest in Xingting, the farewell was about to part, and it was very likely that she had gone to the other side, and she suddenly felt a little reluctant.

She, the sewing man, has never been so lively on her journey of cultivation in this life, but she is safe. She doesn't have to worry about those unprepared plots on the mountain, nor does she look at her like a ghost.

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To be continued...