The system talker almost begged for this. Wang Ping was not a ungrateful person.
But this way, he finally knew that there must be a big secret behind the system.
With things in mind, Wang Ping came to the backyard.
After coming in, he immediately looked at the vat where the ancestor Hongyun was.
Looking at it, Wang Ping was surprised to find that a human figure had appeared inside.
"Not bad, not bad. Let me tell you, how could there be something wrong with my technique?"
Wang Ping nodded with satisfaction, but he didn’t know how long it would take for Patriarch Hongyun to be born.
Because the situation of Patriarch Hongyun was developing in a good direction, Zhen Yuanzi was obviously very happy and thanked Wang Ping with a smile for guiding his disciples.
"I'm just having fun. How much they can improve is their own business."
Wang Ping said, waving his hands nonchalantly.
That was the truth, he just had nothing to do and wanted to practice his fighting holy body.
Turning his gaze to Zhen Yuanzi, Wang Ping's eyes showed a hint of fiery color.
After all, he had suppressed his cultivation before, and the effect of training was not so ideal.
How about trying Zhen Yuanzi?
But after thinking about it, Wang Ping temporarily put aside his thoughts.
Now that Ancestor Hongyun has reunited with his physical body, it is at a critical juncture. Who knows what will happen.
If something happened to Ancestor Hongyun because of his fight with Zhen Yuanzi, it would be strange if Zhen Yuanzi didn't blame him to death.
Wang Ping waited for three days and saw that Patriarch Hongyun still hadn't completely condensed his physical form.
Rubbing his forehead, Wang Ping said: "Well, Lao Zhen, just keep an eye on Lao Hong. I can't wait any longer and plan to go outside for a walk. If something happens, you can make some noise and feel that I will come back."
After being stunned for a moment, Zhen Yuanzi nodded sharply, saying that this was nothing.
He doesn't have the right or the ability to restrict the freedom of the famous Taoist Brother Ping.
Seeing Zhen Yuanzi agreeing, Wang Ping left Wuzhuangguan with a smile on his face.
After rubbing his chin and thinking for a while, Wang Ping decided to find someone to fight with to hone his fighting body.
"Where to go?"
Touching his chin, Wang Ping's eyes flashed slightly.
After pondering for a while, Wang Ping finally decided to go find Emperor Dongyue.
Not for anything else, just because Wuzhuangguan is here, the closest to Dongyue the Great’s Donghuang.
After a long journey, before he could reach Donghuang and find Dongyue, Wang Ping was attracted by two groups of people fighting.
The reason why Wang Ping cared about it was, on the one hand, that fighting was a lively event.
Brother Ping, fellow Taoist, is not good at anything else, but in terms of liveliness, he absolutely loves it.
Another reason is that Wang Ping discovered that both parties in the fight were not weak.
There were five people in total, two of them were in the late-stage quasi-holy stage, and the remaining three were in the mid-stage quasi-holy stage.
This kind of strength, in today's prehistoric times, is definitely at the middle to upper level.
But Wang Ping found that he didn't know any of these five people.
This made Wang Ping couldn't help but wonder, where did this strong man appear from? Primordial Realm was really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
But it doesn't matter whether he knows him or not. Wang Ping knows that there is someone who can fight with him.
"Hey, who asked you to fight? You don't know how to fight and kill. Isn't it bad?"
With a shout, Wang Ping rushed over.
The two sides of the battle were stunned for a moment, and quickly separated to look at Wang Ping.
After seeing Wang Ping's appearance clearly, several people's expressions changed, and they exclaimed: "Brother Ping, fellow Taoist?"
His eyes flickered. Wang Ping was not surprised that several people knew him.
Not surprisingly, several people should go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon.
This is not a strange thing. Nowadays, almost 99% of the powerful people in the ancient world, except the Wu Clan, have been to Zixiao Palace.
"Now that you know me, it's easy to handle. Let's talk about how you two are going to make up for your mistakes in your private fight."
Wang Ping spoke, glaring at several people with unkind eyes.
After hearing this, the expressions of the five people changed, and each of them was confused. Is there a rule that says no fighting is allowed?
Among the two late-stage Saints, one of them sneered and said, "Um, fellow Taoist Brother Ping, it seems you didn't say you can't fight, right?"
"I said it was there, and I said it just now, so now it is."
Wang Ping pretended to be crazy, and those who listened wanted to beat him.
Their faces were stiff, and everyone couldn't help but frown.
They knew Brother Ping was a Taoist fellow, but they didn't expect him to be so crazy. What do you mean, is he treating himself as a Taoist ancestor?
Daozu didn't even say that private fights are not allowed, so why should he not allow private fights?
Looking at Wang Ping, several people's eyes became dissatisfied.
Wang Ping snickered in his heart, this was what he wanted.
He asked several people to let go and use all means to fight him.
Because only by feeling enough pressure can his Fighting Holy Body be stimulated to a greater extent.
This way, one day, he can advance to the point where he can inspire the Super Fighting Holy Body.
"It is detected that the host encounters future emperors, please choose."
"One, have a good chat with the Heavenly Emperors, get to know them, and reward them with the magic weapon Fire Spear."
"Two, propose a one-on-one duel, defeat several people one by one, and be rewarded with the magic weapon iron rod."
"Three, if you want to be crazy, be as crazy as possible. One against five, defeat everyone, and you will be rewarded with the spirit-returning elixir."
The voice of the system came out in time and issued a task to Wang Ping.
There was joy in his eyes, and the corners of Wang Ping's mouth curled up slightly, feeling very happy.
Good, good, the system seems to have given him the elixir this time.
Wang Ping compared the three options.
The first option is to let him chat with the emperors of heaven, and the reward is a fire-pointed spear.
He had already thought about a fight just now, so what to talk about!
No, no, the point is the emperors of heaven, what emperors of heaven?
Wang Ping looked confused. There was more than one future Emperor of Heaven. How many people were there?
After thinking for a long time, Wang Ping's eyes suddenly lit up, and he had a vague impression.
It seems that there really are thirty-two heavenly emperors in the new heaven established by the Jade Emperor under the orders of Hongjun after the Lich Tribulation.
Could it be that these guys in front of me are those people.
Those who can become the Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Court will naturally not be ordinary people, at least not worse than Emperor Gouchen and Emperor Zhenwu.
It’s not surprising that he appears in the world at this time.
Thinking of this, Wang Ping asked curiously: "What are your names? Tell them."
"My dear, Mo Yi, although I admit that Brother Ping, fellow Taoist, you are powerful, we are not the ones to be bullied by you."
With a slight snort, a man in black said between the two quasi-holy saints.
Several other people spoke immediately and announced their names one after another.
Another late-stage quasi-sage is named Yu Wan, and the remaining three mid-stage quasi-sages are named Kong Sheng, Huangjia, and Zongpiao.
Among them, Zongpiao is a woman.
After listening to several people reporting their names, Wang Ping subconsciously added the word "Emperor of Heaven" after their names.
In other words, the five people in front of me are Emperor Moyi, Emperor Yuwan, Emperor Kongsheng, Emperor Huangji, and Emperor Zongpiao.
After repeating it back and forth several times, Wang Ping gradually felt familiar. Yes, it was indeed a character in the Thirty-Two Heavenly Emperors.
