Thank you: Gavriil, Ohashi Yako's support and monthly pass!

Thank you for your subscription and red ticket support!

.....................

Wu Yi and Qi Sanren originally wanted to go to Xiong Mo Town, but when they were laughing on the beach, a group of figures suddenly appeared from the town and came straight to this side.

From a distance, it should have been a group of monks, all of them swept the ground, and then pulled up a whirlwind with snow and mist.

Suddenly, thirteen or fourteen men with different costumes and appearances arrived dozens of feet away, stopped their bodies one after another, and the snow mist rolled up slowly dissipated. One of the leaders was a strong man wrapped in a leather robe, with a beard, height and long arms, and he spotted an old man and a young man here early, and shouted: "If you two go to Beiling Island, you might as well go together-"

What kind of place is Beiling Island, and what are those guys going to do?

Wuyi stood still, secretly thinking about the geographical map of Niu Li Kingdom.

But Qi Sanren had already arched his hands, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, fortunately, peers, peers, peers......" He didn't look back, and actually set off to meet him.

How can this old man act without saying hello?

There is no blame for the accident, and I was stunned again.

I saw that Qi Sanren had arrived in front of the group of people, and he gave his hand to report the number, and did not forget to turn his head and say, which means that he met a Taoist friend on the way, and he is not very familiar with it, as if he is called no blame, and so on.

The two sides have never known each other, and as soon as they met each other, they ran over and reported his reputation as a Qisan person, without the slightest steadiness and caution. With such abnormal words and deeds, where does he look like a former master of the Xianmen? To put it bluntly, he is a fortune teller full of philistines!

"Friends of the Dao, come and meet your colleagues......"

Qi Sanren called very attentively, and waved again and again.

Blameless walked over and nodded perfunctorily.

More than a dozen men, most of them did not look good, only the man at the head claimed to pay tribute, and said with a smile: "Two of them, one is a feather scholar with a seventh layer, and one is a feather scholar with a sixth layer.

Wu Yi knows how to restrain his breath, but it is difficult to change his cultivation at will, and among the jade slips given to him by Qi Sanren, there are not only commonly used forbidden methods, but also a few tips for breathing and pranayama. So after he changed his appearance, he turned into a sixth-level cultivator of Yushi, neither high nor low, which was easy to act and not attract attention.

And that Gongjin is the master of the ninth layer of Yushi, in addition to him, there are three people who are also the cultivators of the eighth layer of Yushi, respectively, a man in a long robe, a thin old man, and a short and black strong man. The rest of the people are on the sixth and seventh floors of cultivation.

From the brief greetings, it was learned that this group of people was going to Beiling Island.

It is said that Beiling Island is located in the depths of the sea, where monks are stationed and there are strange beasts, so it is a good place to hunt strange beasts or find opportunities. However, if you get something, you can exchange it for spirit stones, pills and other things needed for cultivation. If you find a rare treasure, it means a fortune. Qi Sanren lost no time in joining it, which can be regarded as a unique vision and a coincidence.

However, Gongjin's personality looks easy-going and hospitable, but he is quite shrewd, the smile on his face is still there, and a big hand stretches out: "Ugly words ahead, since the two of you are with you, you must also take out the fare of two spirit stones, and this is unpredictable, life and death are in order!"

Qi Sanren was very generous, and agreed repeatedly: "What Gong Daoyou said is extremely true! Wu Daoyou, I have been strapped for money recently, and I will help put on two spirit stones, and I will pay you back with interest when I turn around!"

"Old Dao, why do you borrow my spirit stone?"

Wu Yi finally couldn't bear it anymore, waved his hand to refuse, and turned to leave, obviously unwilling to suffer.

Qi Sanren hurriedly trotted out his hand to stop him, and persuaded: "Oh, when you go out, the righteous word comes first, how can you hurt the harmony for the sake ......of two spirit stones?

Wu Ji seemed to be a little moved, and glared: "What you said is true?"

Qi Sanren sighed and complained, "I'm so old, how can I lie to you?"

Still puzzled, he turned to look at the man named Gongjin and asked, "If it's the fare, where is the ferry?"

Gong Jin smiled and raised his hand: "It's a long way to go to the sea, even if the sword flies, it's quite difficult, and the only way to take the ferry is to be safe and convenient......"

Wu Yi seemed to be forced to be helpless, and he took out four spirit stones, which were grabbed by Qi Sanren, and he didn't forget to teach a lesson: "I've been with you for a few days, and my temperament is not bad, but Xiaoli is not happy enough, hum!"

Lao Dao handed over the spirit stone to Gongjin, and his mouth was still not idle: "The ugly boy in the countryside, don't be like him!"

The corners of his mouth were pursed, and his black face full of pimples was full of depressed and angry looks, and he snorted heavily, and turned his head to look into the distance.

Sure enough, there was a shadow of a ship floating from the sea in the west, and the white sails hung on it were very eye-catching. Suddenly, a big boat got closer and closer, still seven or eight feet away from the shore, and gradually stopped, and there were several men standing on the bow, led by a black-bearded man who raised his hand and shouted: "Brother Gong, bring people on board!"

Gongjin called Brother Sangkui, and then raised his hand and waved: "Let's go-" Before he could finish speaking, he jumped up from the ground, crossed the sea, and jumped directly onto the bow of the boat. The rest of the crowd was not to be left behind, and suddenly went away from the shore like big birds. Qi Sanren also took off six or seven feet in the air, stepping on his toes, his big sleeves fluttering, and he arrived on the boat in an instant.

Wu Yi was still watching, and there was no one left and right, so he had to jump up, step on the sea, stagger, and then jump up again, stretch out his hand to help the boat and turn over and land. Everyone who arrived one step earlier saw that he was clumsy, and they all disdained him. He didn't care, and looked at the scene on the ship.

This should be a sea ship, more than ten zhang long, more than two zhang wide, when there is a mast, hanging white animal skin sails, all around the pile of ropes and other sundries. At the bow and stern of the ship there are cabins and rudders, with hatches on the deck and compartments below. As far as the divine sense could reach, there were faintly embedded forbidden formations in front and back. The whole ship seems to be spacious.

And the men who sailed the boat were four or five strong men led by Sang Kui, all of whom were masters of the seventh or eighth layer of Yushi, and they were all full of murderous energy.

Gongjin and Sang Kui were quite familiar with each other, and after handing over the sixteen spirit stones, the two sides were shoulder to shoulder, and they were very affectionate. And the group of people who took the boat was exactly sixteen people, which means that no one only needed a spirit stone. It's easy to see that guy took half of the benefits.

After a while, there was another shout.

I saw the white sails raised, and there seemed to be a flickering array of runes on them. In an instant, a gust of sea breeze came out of thin air. The big ship turned around on the spot, turned north, cleaved the waves, and sailed straight into the depths of the sea.

Tsk, it turned out to be a sea ship with a forbidden formation, and it only needed three or two people to bless it with mana, and then control the rudder, and it could go faster.

Leaning on the side of the ship, looking strange, after half a pillar of incense, he was already interested.

The ship was fast and unusually smooth, and the deck was quite quiet except for the strong wind above the mast. Above the sea, there is still a vast expanse, and the further you go, the sky becomes gradually darker and gloomy, and there is no joy of boating on the sea.

Wu Yi withdrew his eyes from a distance, and thought about wandering around, but saw that no one paid attention to him, even if Qi Sanren was far away. He stretched out his hand to touch the pimple on his face, snorted secretly, and simply sat on the spot, leaning his back on the side of the boat, listless and silently recuperating.

And while the boat was sailing, everyone was idle, but they brought wine and meat to sit on the deck, eating, drinking, and laughing.

Wu Yi took out a few dried fruits and chewed them slowly, his eyes slowly skimming over the people on the deck.

On board the ship, there were twenty-one people. Among them, the highest cultivation is the tribute of the ninth layer of Yushi. Those who have the lowest cultivation are themselves and a few others. This is not the case, and what you see may be an illusion. Just like himself, when has he ever been so ugly? The hateful old man is very proud, and he gets along with everyone very happily.

Hmph! In the past, he was looked down upon for his uncultivated deeds, but now he is ugly and disliked by others. If you don't join in the excitement, I'm comfortable!

Blameless spit out the pit, rolled up his sleeves, lazily closed his eyes, and leaned on the side of the boat and dozed off.

The ships were all monks, each with no scruples, and their senses were running around, and the movements near and far were clear. It is not difficult to learn from the laughter of everyone that Beiling Island, which is still a ten-day boat ride, is not less than 10,000 miles away from the shore. It is located in the hinterland of the * sea, infested with strange beasts, and there are many opportunities, which is the favorite place of training for the monks of Niu Li Kingdom. Chance often coexists with danger, and many people die overseas every year. As for whether there is any sea dragon grass that the Qisan people are looking for, there is no way to know at the moment.

Well, the old saying seems to refer to something: the extreme north, the black water, the dragon is out, and the heaven and earth are yellow. What do you mean......

"This fellow Daoist, why is he bored alone?"

Wu Yi was thinking about his thoughts, and someone came over with a wine jar. He opened his eyes and looked, sat up straight, and said in astonishment: "This ......"

There was a middle-aged man standing in front of him, with a black shirt, black beard, and black skin, but his facial features were upright, his limbs were well-proportioned, but his bright eyes had three layers of eyelids, and the whole person looked a little gloomy. I saw him raise the wine jar and signal slightly, and then sat cross-legged on the deck not far away, "gurgling" filled a bowl of wine, and said with a spring breeze on his face: "I'm An Ming, just call me Brother An, and accompany my brother to relieve boredom, you might as well drink this bowl of wine!"

Among the sixteen people who traveled with him, this one who called himself An Ming was one of the three masters of the eighth layer of the feather warriors.

Blameless shook his head and refused: "Little brother doesn't drink alcohol......"

An Ming's face suddenly became unhappy: "Oh, why?"

"Quit!"

"Why did you quit drinking, no wonder you are depressed and have a strange appearance, it is not due to cultivation deviations, I will help you take a look!"

Wu Yi hurriedly waved his hand, and couldn't help but look An Ming up and down: "Thank you, Brother An, no need!" He saw that the other party was a little too close, and couldn't help but flash his eyes, and said perfunctorily: "It's just quitting drinking, nothing else, maybe I will leave Shenzhou one day, maybe I will quit drinking......"

An Ming didn't delve into it anymore, picked up the wine bowl and drank it all, stroked his beard and smiled: "Hehe, you don't want to go out of Shenzhou in your life......"

"What do you mean by that?"

"There has never been a precedent, so why say more!"

"I don't believe it!"

"Hehe, you're really interesting, but I don't know where you're from, how is your friendship with that Qi Sanren?"

"That old Taoist owes me two spirit stones!"

"I ask you about your relationship......

"He owes me Spirit Stones......"

“......”