Rural Shennong

Lu Jingtao said that he was optimistic about Chen Ping, and this news caused an uproar in Yuxian Island.

"Dong Qing is really Lu Sheng's disciple!"

"I guessed it a long time ago. If someone else dares to confront Shangguan Weiluo."

"It seems that Lu Sheng dotes on Dong Qing very much. He gave him so many treasures, as well as a master and an extraordinary Sirius by his side."

"It's no surprise that any ancestor who accepts such a talented apprentice will pay special attention to it and train him with all his strength."

"It is said that Lu Sheng has privately trained Dong Qing as the future master of Fury Hall."

"I've also heard that compared to Chi Wuji, Dongqing is more likely to become a saint."

Rumors are always getting more and more mysterious. The outside world can say anything, and some people even say that Dongqing is actually Lu Jingtao's own son. However, there are many people who really believe such a rumor that cannot withstand scrutiny.

Lu Jingtao's sentence "I like him!" is really powerful.

The way Cheng Xi and others from the Raging Tide Palace looked at Chen Ping had undergone a fundamental change.

Early in the morning, Chen Ping pushed open the door, and saw Cheng Xi waiting at the door with a dozen or so disciples of Fuchao Palace, and Cheng Xi was still carrying a food box in his hand.

Chen Ping chuckled: "Hey! Junior brothers, you got up so early!"

Cheng Xi hurriedly put the food box on the small table next to him, bowed and cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Master, the superiors and inferiors are indisputable, you must never dare to call me Junior Brother!"

"If the elders of the punishment hall know about this, they must beat me with a whip."

Others also joined in.

"Yes, yes, yes! Uncle Master, I've been waiting for you."

Hearing what Cheng Xi and the others said, Chen Ping was completely relieved.

It must be that Lu Jingtao didn't reveal his identity and said something that scared Cheng Xi and the others like this.

Chen Ping raised his eyebrows, put away his kind appearance, and said with a half-smile: "What? Don't you suspect that I'm a counterfeit?"

Chen Ping, as a proven disciple of Lu Sheng, still loves and pampers him very much, and is very likely to become the existence of the successor hall master in the future. With an ordinary inner sect deacon like Cheng Xi, how dare he call him Senior Brother Chen Pingdong?

Didn't Lu Jingtao become his uncle? He didn't have the courage.

Hearing this, a layer of cold sweat oozes from Cheng Xi's forehead: "Don't blame Master Uncle, I am also...also..."

Chen Ping patted him on the shoulder: "Those who don't know don't blame it. If I were you, I would have doubts when I met a disciple of my ancestor who suddenly popped up."

Cheng Xi secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Master Uncle, for your understanding."

"Master Uncle, this food box is a gift from some fellow students in the station, please accept it."

They wanted to curry favor with Chen Ping, a potential stock, how could Chen Ping not know.

Chen Ping raised his hand and opened a gap in the food box, and saw some blue tickets inside.

Meteor Immortal Sea is not the earth, so it is impossible to have banknotes, but there are also ordinary humans who do not practice martial arts here, and they also need daily transactions, so something similar to currency is produced, called treasure banknotes.

Treasure banknotes are made from a kind of cyanobacteria unique to Meteor Immortal Island as raw materials, and the most basic treasure banknotes have a denomination of one hundred.

The smaller unit of currency is something like a coin made of Taiyi refined iron, and fifty catties of Lingmi can be exchanged for one.

Chen Ping has seen it at trade fairs. Bidders traded with treasure notes. A face value of [-] treasure notes is equivalent to a tiger-pattern vine.

Everyone can exchange it in kind at Wanbaolou.

Chen Ping didn't exchange the banknotes at Wanbao Building because he will return to Earth in the future and won't stay in Meteor Island for a long time. When he leaves, the banknotes in his hand will be a pile of waste paper, and it's meaningless to keep them .

There are thirty treasure notes worth one thousand in the food box, and these treasure notes can be exchanged for thirty tiger-pattern vines in Wanbaolou.

To Chen Ping, this was nothing at all, but to these little people, it was already a considerable sum.

Chen Ping put down his finger, hehe smiled: "I have a heart!"

Although Chen Ping didn't care about this precious money, and Cheng Xi knew that Chen Ping was rich and powerful, but Chen Ping accepted it, which meant that he accepted Cheng Xi's and others' wishes, or took refuge in them.

When Chen Ping saw that some of the disciples with very low cultivation levels were smiling reluctantly, he knew that their hearts were aching.

He put the food box in the house and came out again, already looking brand new.

His long hair was tied meticulously with an exquisite headband, he was wearing a light blue robe similar to the traditional color of the Temple of Fury, a jade pendant carved with dragon patterns from the earth hung on his waist, and he held a purple bamboo bone fan in his hand .

He was really handsome and unrestrained, with a touch of extravagance, even a bit of a show of extravagance.

Cheng Xi and the others stared dumbfounded at the headband on Chen Ping's head. The restrained, bright and uncommon color looked like Taiyi fine gold no matter how you looked at it.

A headband made of Taiyi pure gold?They all have a mmp want to say in their hearts.

"Brush!" Chen Ping shook off the purple bamboo bone fan with one hand, and shook it slightly twice, with a three-pointed and seven-pointed uninhibited face: "Cheng Xi, you are more familiar than me here, go, take this deity to the best place." Restaurant!"

Cheng Xi flattered: "Uncle Master, if you want to say that the best restaurant in Xigang is Wangtianju, I think only Wangtianju is worthy of your status as an old man."

"En!" Chen Ping said calmly, "Lead the way ahead!"

When Chen Ping left the residence of Fuchao Temple, someone followed him from a distance to watch.

He, a ruthless man who had slaughtered hundreds of strong men just now, could be said to have become famous in one battle. Too many people wanted to see what Chen Ping would do next.

"It's really better to see than to hear. Dong Qing is worthy of being Lu Sheng's disciple, and his demeanor is not comparable to ordinary people."

"That is, if Dong Shaozhu doesn't have any real skills, how dare he be crazy? He has the capital to be crazy."

"Hey, isn't it because of the resources given by Lu Sheng that he is so good? If I have such resources, I can do it too!"

Some people are envious, some are jealous, and some are infatuated.

Along the way, many young women frequently scratched their heads and made gestures, flirting with Chen Ping. It seemed that as long as Chen Ping hooked his fingers, they would take the initiative to pounce on them.

Even if they could have a one-night relationship with Chen Ping, it would be enough for these women to brag about for a lifetime.

Chen Ping turned a blind eye to those women. Some experts bowed their hands to him, but he mostly turned a blind eye. Only some superpowers greeted him, and he would bow his hands perfunctorily, putting on the airs of Lu Jingtao's proud disciple.

The more he was like this, the less he dared to underestimate him.

In this way, on the way to Wangtianju, Chen Ping, who was hugging from front to back, became the focus of all eyes.

Chen Ping also heard some interesting information from the discussions around him.

Wangtianju is located in the middle of the Westport Peninsula, with a total of [-] floors. On the top floor, you can overlook most of the Westport Peninsula. It is not arrogant to call it Wangtianju.

But the No.18 floor of Wangtianju is not accessible to everyone who wants to.

Wangtian lives below the fifteenth floor, as long as the treasure banknotes can be consumed, but above the fifteenth floor, every time you go to a floor, you must tell the origin of a treasure placed at the door.

Shopkeeper Fang of Wangtianju, who got the news, had been waiting at the door for a long time. As soon as Chen Ping arrived, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Senior Dong..."

Chen Ping felt a familiar aura, peeped down from upstairs, and interrupted with a frown, "What senior? Am I that old? It's called Dong Shaozong!"

Hearing this, shopkeeper Fang's sweat came down.