Tongtian's performance was beyond everyone's expectations.
No one expected that Tongtian and Wang Ping would have such a relationship.
Taishang and Yuanshi looked at me, and I looked at you, with confused expressions on their faces.
The two of them, plus Tongtian, were both transformed by Pangu Yuanshen, so they knew some of each other's situations.
But they didn't know that Wang Ping was actually Tongtian's eldest brother.
"Hurry up, the time is almost up, don't force me to do it."
At this time, Wang Ping turned his eyes and shouted.
Taishang and Yuanshi frowned, their eyes flickering. Nuwa and Fuxi looked at each other, hesitantly.
Zhunti's eyes rolled, and he didn't know what bad idea he was planning.
"Fellow Taoist, is your move too overbearing?"
The Supreme Master suddenly spoke and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He could tell that Wang Ping's strength was still a little far from their level.
Not to mention comparing with them, many of the people who could squeeze into the palace were stronger than Wang Ping.
Of course, after witnessing Wang Ping's performance against Luo Hu, the Supreme Being would not regard Wang Ping as an ordinary person, but he would not be afraid either.
"That's right, you're just so domineering, don't force me to kill people."
Wang Ping hummed softly and gave Tongtian the imitation Zhuxian Sword on his shoulder.
Pointing at the Supreme Being, Wang Ping said: "Brother Tongtian, with the sword I gave you, can you cut him down?"
"No problem. Brother asked me to chop him. I will never chop anyone else."
Tongtian nodded excitedly. He didn't know why, but after receiving the sword Wang Ping gave him, he suddenly felt infinite confidence.
Wang Ping said with a smile: "Well done, I will keep good things for you in the future."
Staring at Tongtian with a dark face, the Supreme Being said angrily: "Tongtian, you?"
"Shut up, I listen to my elder brother now. In fact, I have long disliked you and Yuan Shi. They are both transformed by the great god Yuan Shen. Why do you pretend to be older than me?"
"No nonsense, please be sensible and hand over the futon, otherwise my sword will not be polite to you."
Tongtian glared at Taishang and Yuanshi wildly. He knew that they didn't have any good treasures in their hands.
Now Hongjun has not divided the treasures between Baoyan and Sanqing. They only have a few treasures they brought with them and some they found themselves.
But the ones they found were actually not very powerful, not even as powerful as Zhunti and Jieyin.
After all, Zhunti has the Seven Treasures Tree, and Jie Yin also has the Jie Yin Divine Pillar in his hand.
Looking happily at Tongtian who looked like a loyal little brother, Wang Ping felt happy.
"Little friend, we are destined. You see, it's useless for you to go to these futons. Leave two for our brothers. If you are willing, our brothers will help you grab the others."
At this time, Zhunti suddenly spoke.
Wang Ping, who was stunned for a moment, remembered what happened before, and said with a dark face: "Tongtian, chop Zhunti first."
As he spoke, Wang Ping couldn't help but rushed forward first, and punched Jie Ying.
Kunpeng, who had long disliked the two of them, took the opportunity to play dirty tricks on Jie Yin.
These two guys really thought that Kunpeng was easy to bully.
Wang Ping's fist missed, and Zhunti dodged.
But at this time, Kunpeng caught up with him, and Zhunti on the other side was also blocked by Tongtian.
Wang Ping changed his target without hesitation and piled the futon Tongtian gave him with the two from Jie Yin and Zhunti.
Then, Wang Ping suddenly turned around and rushed towards Yuan Shi and Tai Shang.
Wang Ping didn't really want the futon. It was of no use to him. His purpose was just to complete the system's task of seizing all the seats.
"You really think we are easy to bully."
With a slight grunt, the Supreme Master took action and slapped him with an understatement.
Before coming, he had already received a message from Hongjun and knew that the futon represented the place for sainthood.
How is it possible to get him to give up the futon?
"Of course you are easy to bully. Look at you, you have old arms and legs."
Wang Ping curled his lips, moved his powerful fist, and punched the Taishang.
In order not to destroy the Zixiao Palace, the Supreme Being did not use all his strength, but Wang Ping did not have so many worries.
The result of the punch was that Taishang took many steps back.
"What a strength. He is stronger than before."
Looking at Wang Ping with slightly narrowed eyes, a trace of fear flashed in the Taishang's eyes.
Wang Ping rushed forward, and the God-killing Spear suddenly appeared in his hand, and he stabbed the Supreme Being.
"If you don't give me a futon, I'll poke it until you give it to me."
Seeing this ferocious weapon, His Majesty's expression suddenly changed.
Just feeling the aura on the God-killing Spear made him feel frightened.
In other words, the opponent holding the God-killing Spear can actually hurt him.
"If you make such a fuss, Daozu will know about it, and you won't be able to reap the benefits."
Tai Shang dodged while looking unattractive.
Wang Ping pouted: "I don't care, I just want the futon."
"Just one futon is enough. Haven't you already grabbed three?"
The angry Taishang didn't know what to say. There was a quota for one futon, but it was useless to have more!
With a slight snort, Wang Ping said, "I'd love to. I can sit together in a group, isn't that okay?"
As he spoke, Wang Ping, who was chasing the Supreme Leader, suddenly shot Yuan Shi next to him for no reason.
However, Yuanshi was prepared and failed to hit it.
Afterwards, Wang Ping chased the two of them, causing a lot of excitement in Zixiao Palace.
Everyone in the palace hurriedly ran outside for fear of being implicated. Only a few who were confident in their own strength were still watching the show.
One day later, Wang Ping continued to chase Yuan Shi and Tai Shang.
Ten days later, Wang Ping was still chasing after him, and there was no such thing as giving up in the dictionary.
For the sake of system tasks, I worked hard. Anyway, there are still decades before Hongjun starts his lecture.
Half a year later, Wang Ping continued to chase, as if he was tireless.
Ten years later, Wang Ping was still holding the God-killing Spear and asked the Supreme Being and Yuan Shi for a futon.
"Here it is, can I give it to you?"
The Supreme Being has the urge to cry. Who are these people? It’s not over, is it?
For the past ten years, he has been thinking about whether to throw the futon to Wang Ping in exchange for peace.
Now that he couldn't bear Wang Ping's entanglement, he finally made up his mind.
He didn't believe that Wang Ping could occupy six places by himself, only one at most.
When the Taoist ancestor appears, he will naturally redistribute the futons or sanctify them in other ways.
In this way, it actually makes no difference whether you give a futon or not.
The Supreme Being threw a futon, and the helpless Yuan Shi also threw it over.
The two of them figured it out. If they didn't give it, the guy in front of them would have to chase them until the day when Daozu started preaching.
"What about you? Sister Nuwa, don't force me to do it. I won't recognize anyone if I do it."
After getting the futon from Taishang and Yuanshi, Wang Ping was in a good mood and looked at Nuwa.
With a wry smile, Nuwa threw the futon she was holding, and even the Taishang and Yuan Shi made friends with her. He and Fuxi couldn't even think about not making friends with each other.
With six futons in hand, the mission is accomplished.
"Congratulations to the host, you got the magic weapon gold brick."
The system prompt sounded, and Wang Ping, who was in a good mood, took out the gold brick with a thought.
Holding the gold brick in one hand, Wang Ping weighed it twice. It felt very good. One shot was accurate and the other fell.
"How did this kid get so many magic weapons? This magic weapon doesn't look as powerful as the God-killing Spear, but why does it feel more dangerous?"
The Supreme Being and Yuan Shi looked at Wang Ping who was smiling strangely while weighing the gold bricks, and shuddered for no reason.
Nuwa and Fuxi on the side looked at each other, feeling a chill on the back of their heads for no reason.
