Perhaps the White Fort was disbanded, Bai Yunting's gecko's tail was broken, and the mysterious golden elixir monk Zhukov disbanded the White Fort, the news of his patting his butt leaving had spread.

Two months passed, and there was no revenge on the Huoluan Palace.

On this day, a team from Tianchi Mountain came to the former White Fort and the current Ziyun Mountain Dafang City.

There are more than ten cultivators in the Jiagang stage and more than a hundred cultivators in the Qi training stage in this team. Instead of seizing the top of Ziyun Mountain, they stationed at the halfway up Ziyun Mountain.

In the middle of their camp was the wreckage of the cloud boat.

A group of people surrounded the remains of Yunzhou and quickly built houses and set up formations, and were so busy that they were extremely busy.

Just at this moment.

A honest man in a blue shirt, carrying a sack of spiritual rice, broke into the camp.

At this time, the formation in the camp had not been laid yet, so the man in blue would naturally not have any obstacles.

The people in the camp were busy and ignored this person, which made him reach a position close to Yunzhou.

"stop!"

A loud shout came.

The man stopped.

"I am late for my Ling family in Tianchi Mountain. Who dares to break in?" A Yinjiu-Liang Gang-Stage Sword Cultivator walked to Zhang Zhenlong and asked with an unkind look on his face.

"I am Zhang Zhenlong from the Qingshan Club. I want to sell spiritual rice to you." Zhang Zhenlong said straight to the point.

“Sell rice?”

"That's right...the best Lingmi."

“We have to take it.”

"You have a hundred people... We are the best spiritual rice here, and we grow it in our own fields, and the price is absolutely fair." Zhang Zhenlong said unwillingly.

"Hmph! I told you to get out! Don't you understand?"

"Wait!" At this time, an old man walked out of the remains of Yun Zhou. Two sword cultivators from the Gang-stage Sword Cultivators followed him to protect his safety, which showed that his identity was good.

"Master Cao." Ling Qihuan, the Ling Family Law Enforcement Hall, said with his fists.

This old man was Cao Xiangrui, the master of the Ling family’s weapon refining master. His purpose was to repair the Yunzhou and drive it back to Tianchi Mountain.

"You open the spirit rice." Cao Xiangrui said to Zhang Zhenlong.

"Okay!" Zhang Zhenlong happily opened the rice bag.

After the rice bag was opened, a fragrance wafted out, which was indeed the best spiritual rice.

"This is all grown by our own brothers. They are all fresh and fragrant."

Seeing that Master Cao Xiangrui seemed interested in Ling Mi, Ling Qihuan's face suddenly collapsed. He only heard him snorting coldly and interrupting, "Hmph! Is Qingshan the remnant of the White Castle? I'm afraid you will poison it in it."

"What are you saying? The White Fort has been disbanded. Our brothers and sisters are all looking for a way out. This is the best spiritual rice. If you think there is something wrong, I'll eat it for you." Zhang Zhenlong grabbed a handful of spiritual rice and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Okay, okay... how many spirit stones are there?"

"Twenty spirit stones per stone." Zhang Zhenlong replied.

"It's really cheap... I'll give you a stone every day." Cao Xiangrui said.

"Master Cao...we have prepared a special team to transport rice to come." Ling Qihuan stopped.

"No need. The manpower and material resources spent on transporting it is afraid of more than 100 spirit stones. If you can buy it here, buy it here." Cao Xiangrui decided to say.

"This master... It is natural for you to build this camp here, but you still need to pay a fee." Zhang Zhenlong said with a smile.

Zheng!

A crisp sound.

The sharp sword tip hit Zhang Zhenlong's neck.

"You white castle remnants are really ignorant of life and death. They dare to ask us for protection fees. I have to chop you up today." Ling Qihuan said viciously.

"It's not a protection fee." Zhang Zhenlong explained.

"Hmph! I won't pay the rent either." Ling Qihuan snorted coldly, and the flying sword in his hand exerted a little force, and blood was already bleed from the tip of the sword...

"Only Shandingfang City collects rent, we are not here to collect rent."

Cao Xiangrui waved his hand and gently pushed Ling Qihuan's flying sword away.

"Then what are you here to charge?"

"As long as you pay this fee, our Qingshan Association will be responsible for pouring the toilet and leftover food for you, one hundred people, to the foot of the mountain, to ensure that your environment will not be dirty. If you don't pay this fee, you have to do it yourself. You are more than one hundred people, and you can pull a lot every day. If you don't clean this piece in time, it will be stenchy." Zhang Zhenlong explained.

Cao Xiangrui and Ling Qihuan both looked stunned, but they didn't expect this.

"How much does the toilet transfer cost?" Cao Xiangrui asked.

"Not expensive... Five spirit stones a day." Zhang Zhenlong stretched out five fingers.

"Why are there so many spirit stones in the toilet?"

"You are about one hundred people."

"Then you can't collect so much." Ling Qihuan said with his eyes glaring.

"Okay... one piece a day, will you do it?" Cao Xiangrui asked.

"Can you add more?"

"cannot."

"Then...then let's do it for now." Zhang Zhenlong said reluctantly.

After a moment.

Zhang Zhenlong left the camp and went to the big thatched house in Linggu Garden.

In thatched house.

Liang Feixue, the president of the Qingshan Association, Chen Jianru, an elder, a dog and a weasel were all waiting in this thatched hut.

Seeing Zhang Zhenlong returning safely, Liang Feixue hugged him with an excited look on his face.

"How is Brother Zhang?" Liang Feixue asked.

"They agreed to pay for the toilet transfer fee, and the toilet is one spirit stone a day." Zhang Zhenlong replied.

"Okay! I'll inform you of this matter immediately, and the Ling family in Tianchi Mountain also paid us rent, and it was a daily settlement! Tian with such a powerful force, the Ling family in Chishan paid the rent, would anyone else dare not pay it??" Liang Feixue rubbed his hands and said excitedly.

...

Pushui Cave.

In Bai Yunting's secret room.

Zhu Zishan and Bai Yunting are practicing the Concentric Art.

The two of them put in a wedge-shaped posture to each other.

Yin and Yang are united, and heaven and earth are one.

You have me, I have you.

As the exercise reached deeper, the two of them had fog steamed and they were sweating profusely.

Suddenly.

A weak divine thought rose. Although it was weak, it exuded vigorous vitality. The divine thought spread around, slowly clearing away, and then gathered to another place.

"Who is this?"

Bai Yunting, who was practicing, suddenly opened her eyes and asked.

"It should be Yu'er." Zhu Zishan hugged his hands, and although he spoke, the Tongxin Art still kept moving for a moment.

"Is this my sister? Yu'er actually broke through the God-Skilling Stage, how could it be so fast?" Bai Yunting showed an incredible look.

"Yu'er has been in seclusion in the Wudao Valley of Mengshan for three months. Well... she has already had the insights into the Taoist practice in the early stage of practicing God. Well... As long as she has abundant magic power, she can advance to the Shenshui period without any obstacles, and there will be no barriers at all."

The practice of Tongxin Art is a bit physically exhausting. Although Zhu Zishan is strong, he is also a bit intermittent when speaking.

"How can I get it with abundant magic power? Isn't it necessary to go to seclusion and practice hard?"

"Ah! Is it you again?" Bai Yunting exclaimed.

"No...it's only once. The last time I helped Yu'er detoxify, I used the Tongxin Art to inject a lot of cultivation and magic power into her."

"Ah!...This is impossible. She only improved to a small level last time."
Chapter completed!