2995: C2995 The Head of the Purple Frost Sect with a Weak Cultivation Base

C2995 The Head of the Purple Frost Sect with a Weak Cultivation Base

Facing the trembling of Green Bamboo's heart, Jiang Ting lowered his head and saw that countless blood spots had appeared on his exposed skin. Blood spots the size of a finger.

Because of this, he looked extremely ugly.

It was even more terrifying.

Jiang Ting, however, did not mind. He said softly, "It's fine. Leave the desert first. Use the flight talisman to increase the distance as soon as possible. Find a place to expel the blood poison and it will be fine. "

After losing the erosion of the formation, the magic power in his body circulated. The blood poison could not continue to invade. Although it could not be expelled automatically, as long as he could find a place to circulate his magic, it would be fine.

Since the blood poison did not bring about any more troublesome consequences for the time being, he wanted to keep a distance so that he would not be caught.

. . .

About an hour later.

At the place where Jiang Ting and Xiahou Ping once fought.

Xiahou Ping stood quietly in the desert and put on his Green Tusk Evil Ghost Mask.

It was spotless.

Even though he still looked like he was in a sorry state when he was fighting with Jiang Ting. As for the traces of their fight, this was a desert!

Under the yellow sand, any traces would be covered up.

Not long after, a stream of light descended and transformed into a black-robed person.

Xiahou Ping said with a faint anger: "Have you found it?"

"I went to the desert once, but there was no one there. "

Pausing, the black-robed man shook his head. "I'm afraid they've already left the desert and entered the Wasteland, but I don't know where they're hiding in the Wasteland. The unaffiliated people in the wasteland are too much. If they were to conduct a large-scale search in the wasteland, a change would definitely occur. "

Xiahou Ping was silent for a moment before he looked in the direction of the wasteland. "Fu Zheng, Qi Refining Stage Level 8. . . "

This was the first time he had suffered a loss at the hands of someone with a lower cultivation level than him.

The black-robed man spoke again, "His name is not Fu Zheng. I just returned to the oasis and asked. That person's name is Jiang Ting. He came here to celebrate Green Bamboo's birthday. "

"His name is just a name. It doesn't matter what his name is. " The anger in Xiahou Ping's heart was actually even greater.

Even his name had been played!

Of course, Xiahou Ping did not express his emotions. At least, even though he was wearing a mask, no one saw the change in his expression.

When the black-robed man heard this, he did not pay much attention to it. Instead, he asked, "The two of them escaped. . . Although that person from the Wei Shui Wang Family has already been killed, it is only because of their escape that the changes in the oasis cannot be buried. What should we do next?"

. . . ""

After a moment of silence, Xiahou Ping turned around and left. "Inform Blood One that apart from the oasis's plan, the other areas of the plan will continue. At the same time, tell the others to be careful and not let the Purple Frost Sect discover any flaws. "

The black-robed man shook his head. "I suggest we stop for now. The Purple Frost Sect is not that easy to deceive. If the Purple Frost Sect discovers any flaws, the plan will definitely fail. At that time, who would be able to bear the responsibility?"

Xiahou Ping stopped in his tracks. Then, he snorted coldly. "Since my father has given me the task, I will take full responsibility for this matter. Do as I say!"

His words were clear, and he could not reject it.

. . .

The stars moved and the sun and moon flew.

Crane Cry Mountain, Purple Frost Sect.

The location of the Purple Frost Sect's headquarters was very strange.

Surrounding it was a small plain that seemed to have a very high status. In fact, it was just the place where outer sect disciples lived, as well as the places where all kinds of functional buildings took root.

According to the rumors of the outer circle disciples, the Internal Sect was not located in the small plain. Instead, it was located on top of the surrounding mountain peaks.

No. . . They weren't prepared. The place where the disciples of the Internal Sect lived wasn't entirely the surrounding mountain peaks, but also the vast mountain ranges outside the mountain peaks. If a disciple of the Purple Frost Sect were to break through to the Internal Sect. . .

According to the rules of the Purple Frost Sect, they were allowed to open their own cave dwelling. The Purple Frost Sect had been established for countless years. Even though there were often people who died, there were always people who broke through to the Internal Sect.

Therefore, there were actually people occupying the mountain peaks around the plain.

The small plain, the deepest mountain peak.

Jiang Ting had never been to that vast mountain. In fact, he had never even come close to the small plain near the mountain peak.

The mountain peak was verdant and lush, and it was surrounded by white fog.

That mountain peak was very tall and very tall. In the eyes of mortals, the golden lake had reached the stars in the sky.

To cultivators, it was actually not very high.

Because. . . It was only about 200 meters. Although it wasn't too high, not everyone was qualified to climb to the peak of the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain.

The Purple Frost Sect had opened up a very spacious platform here.

The platform was vast, but there weren't many people.

In the depths of the platform was a hall that was purely constructed from some sort of precious wood. On the top of the hall was a pillar made from some sort of golden wood, and no matter if it was illuminated by sunlight or not, it seemed to be dazzling and resplendent.

In the hall, there were four huge pearls the size of three people's arms as support, and they were about thirty feet tall.

Today's hall was just like the Purple Frost Sect's old days, and it was very dull and boring.

Jiang Ting, who originally didn't have the qualifications to step into the main hall, was now standing in the middle of the main hall. Next to Jiang Ting stood an old Daoist with a kind face.

Although they were standing together. . . Their cultivation levels were completely different.

Jiang Ting was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, while the old Daoist beside him was at the Foundation Establishment stage.

In front of the two of them, there was a young Daoist standing with his hands behind his back. . . The young Daoist's skin was very good, much better than Jiang Ting's. His skin was so delicate that it could injure countless women.

The aura around him was indifferent and otherworldly, as long as it was an Immortal cultivator. As long as one wasn't an idiot, one would definitely be able to see it. That young Daoist was bound to be a top expert.

There were only the three of them in the hall.

The young Daoist, who was standing with his hands behind his back, looked at Jiang Ting and said in a soft voice. "Xiahou Ping. . . Scorching Sun Desert. . . "

Jiang Ting lowered his head and looked at the ground, not saying a word.

He was lost in thought. Previously, after he had left the desert with the flying talisman and Green Bamboo, he had entered the wasteland.

He had originally thought that Xiahou Ping would definitely bring people to chase after them. . . He had carefully brought Green Bamboo along and hid his whereabouts. He was afraid that something would go wrong when he returned to the Purple Frost Sect.

In the end, he did not encounter any danger along the way and simply returned to the Purple Frost Sect.1

At that time, he originally thought that this matter had nothing to do with him anymore.

However, he didn't expect that after returning to the sect, Green Bamboo would immediately inform her master, Yin Hanyu, of the sudden change in the Scorching Sun Desert. Then, this matter brought about a huge change.

In just a few days, he was summoned by the Sect Master of the Purple Frost Sect. Besides, the Sect Master of the Purple Frost Sect wasn't the only one who saw him. There was also an elder of the Internal Sect.

The old Daoist beside him was the sect master of the Purple Frost Sect, Qi Yang.

As the sect master, Qi Yang's cultivation base was not the strongest of the Purple Frost Sect. . . . No, he could not even be considered an expert.

The young Daoist in front of them was the elder of the Internal Sect of the Purple Frost Sect. . . According to Qi Yang, the elder was respected as the Fresh Breeze Daoist!

His cultivation base was above the Foundation Establishment realm, and he was at the Golden Core realm.

He wasn't clear about the specific classifications. This was the first time he had heard of the so-called Golden Core stage. . . It was completely different from the Golden Core stage he had come into contact with in the forbidden scene.

Daoist Qingfeng, who had been thinking for a long time, spoke again. "However, the Divine Sense of a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining is far superior to that of an ordinary cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Not bad, not bad at all. "

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