Rural Shennong

Peng Fu frowned and said, "My lord, although that Dong Qing's strength is only at the peak of the Bone Changing Realm, he is not your opponent, but he is the disciple of that old monster in the Temple of Fury."

"If you kill him..."

Peng Ji's eyes flickered: "That's why we have to kill him quickly."

"Otherwise, at such a young age, he will be able to cultivate to such a high level of cultivation, and his future will be limitless, and he will become the great enemy of my beast control sect in the future!"

"And if he disrupts the situation on Sirius Island, it will seriously affect our plan to search for Sirius for the young master."

"As for the old monsters in the Temple of Raging Tide, you don't have to worry at all."

"He can escort Dongqing here, which is already good."

"The opening of the True Immortal Cave Mansion is imminent, and that old monster must return to the Immortal Meteor Island to sit in command."

"Now is our heaven-sent opportunity to kill Dongqing!"

"He is a genius when he is alive, but when he is dead, no matter how angry that old monster is, he can't start a full-scale war with our Beast Master Sect for a dead man."

Chen Ping didn't know that he had become the target of the Beastmaster Sect.

When the villagers in the neighboring village saw the changes in Jinsha Village, they were all envious to death, and no one made sarcastic remarks anymore.

Ruan Ying also found Chen Ping and asked him to help Dachi Village with a blushing face.

For the sake of his apprentice, Chen Ping just helped out casually. Anyway, it was just a few pointers, and there was nothing to hide.

Finding that Chen Ping is so talkative, people from all the nearby villages also came to Chen Ping for help.

Chen Ping didn't have much free time, so he asked Lan Kangshi and Ruan Ying to do it for him. Anyway, they already knew the farming process.

Although Chen Ping didn't do it himself, everyone in the villages knew that it was Chen Ping's contribution. Without his selfless dedication, no one would have benefited so much.

More and more villages are sending people to learn the advanced farming techniques from the earth, even those villages that have missed the time, also sending people to learn with humility.

There is no way to do it today, but next year you can still do it according to this method.

Chen Ping's prestige on Sirius Island also increased day by day with the villagers who came to make a pilgrimage.

In the hearts of many people of the Sirius tribe, Chen Ping has become an existence second only to the Sirius King and the chief.

But Chen Ping didn't care about these at all, he was guiding Lan Zhanyang to practice at the moment.

Just at noon yesterday, Lan Zhanyang successfully advanced to the master of the Embodied Realm.

The cultivation of the Embodied Realm is difficult to say, but also simple to say.

This realm is the process of completely transforming the inner strength in the meridians into the aura of heaven and earth. If there are no resources, then one can only retreat and practice hard.

But with Chen Ping's large supply of precious elixir and rich experience guidance, Lan Zhanyang's cultivation can be said to be advancing by leaps and bounds.

On the sea, Lan Zhanyang's fists danced into an afterimage, attacking Chen Ping frantically.

With his hands behind his back, Chen Ping strolled in the courtyard amidst Lan Zhanyang's attack: "Idiot, is this the Giant Ape God's Fist or the random Wang Baquan? What about Mi Zongbu?"

Lan Zhanyang thought of combining footwork, but his boxing couldn't keep up.

In Chen Ping's eyes, he was full of flaws all over his body, and Lan Zhanyang grinned in pain as he casually nodded his finger.

But he still endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and attacked silently.

Chen Ping stopped teaching for a day when Lan Zhanyang used mad transformation, was kicked by Chen Ping and flew over 20 meters, and couldn't get up.

Seeing Lan Zhanyang collapsed on the ground like a dead dog, Chen Ping said coldly: "If you go on like this, and your proficiency in combat skills can't keep up with the improvement of your cultivation base, then you will be useless!"

"Continue to meditate and practice at night, don't sleep!"

After Chen Ping left, Lan Zhanyang got up on the ground, but he didn't see the smile on the corner of Chen Ping's mouth after he turned his head.

In fact, Lan Zhanyang's savvy and tenacity made Chen Ping very satisfied.

But a strict teacher produces excellent apprentices, Chen Ping will not give Lan Zhanyang any good looks, and save him from drifting away.

Moreover, Lan Zhanyang is optimistic by nature, has a strong ability to withstand pressure, and will not be unable to withstand scolding.

This is the experience and lesson Chen Ping learned after accepting three apprentices.

He used to think that encouragement was very important, but Wei Lan made him teach him to become a hob meat, always feeling that he was awesome, getting more and more skinny, and more and more slippery.

In the end, Chen Ping had no choice but to let Wei Lan embark on the path of refining weapons. During the training process, Chen Ping had no hope for Wei Lan.

Lan Zhanyang didn't know what Chen Ping was thinking, he sighed faintly: "Sakura, am I disappointing and disappointing Master?"

Ruan Ying walked to his side, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "You have improved very fast, Mr. Dong is not disappointed in you, he is just too strict!"

Lan Zhanyang scratched his head, "Is that so? That's good!"

Ruan Ying put away the handkerchief: "Zhanyang, your strength has improved a lot recently, but you still have to work hard, don't slack off, on the day of the big competition, there is no guarantee that the opponent has any cards."

Lan Zhanyang nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, for you, I will practice hard and win the competition."

As soon as Chen Ping returned to the village, he saw Lan Kangshi standing at the door of his house: "Brother, it's so late, why don't you go to bed!"

Lan Kangshi explained: "Village chief, according to your estimation, our village will usher in an unprecedented bumper harvest today."

"Yan Shurong, who is in charge of the granary, reminded me today that the granary in the village is too small. After the harvest, there will be no way to store so much grain."

"So we have to prepare for the granary building early!"

Hearing the name Yan Shurong, Chen Ping had a strange expression on his face.

Like Chen Ping, Yan Shurong is also a werewolf, but he joined Jinsha Village very early.

On the surface, he was a martial artist with a small inner strength, but when Chen Ping saw that person, he could tell at a glance that he was a master with a great accomplishment.

Chen Ping didn't know why Yan Shurong wanted to hide his cultivation. Everyone had their own secrets, and Chen Ping didn't have the mood to ask more. Anyway, he didn't pay attention to a master of the Embryo state.

Moreover, Yan Shurong's proposal is also reasonable, and it doesn't look like there is any conspiracy.

Lan Kangshi didn't notice that there was something wrong with Chen Ping's expression, and continued: "I have discussed with some people from neighboring villages that we can go out together tomorrow. They also need hemp mats and expanded the granary."

Sirius Island is surrounded by the sea, so the humidity is very heavy, and Lingmi is not easy to store, once damp and moldy, it will rot quickly.

There is a faction with the Hemp Sect, who can make a hemp mat made of hemp, and use that thing to make a fence, which can prevent the spirit rice beast tide from getting moldy.

Lan Kangshi borrowed a lot of Lingmi from neighboring villages, and returned them after a good harvest.

He wanted to use these Lingmi to exchange some hemp mats in Fangshi.

Chen Ping had heard of that Fangshi, but had never been there.

He is also a little curious about this kind of market: "Okay, then let's go to the market tomorrow."

Chen Ping originally thought that this was an ordinary trip, but he never expected that what was waiting for him ahead was a premeditated trap specially aimed at him.