"Brother Zha Tian, are you really here?"
Shang Yang looked at Wang Ping in surprise and jumped directly into Wang Ping's arms.
Wang Ping, who couldn't laugh or cry, slightly supported Shang Yang's shoulders and said: "Pay attention to the impact, someone is watching."
"It doesn't matter what you look at, I don't care."
Shang Yang hummed, saying so, but let go of Wang Ping and held Wang Ping's arm instead.
This move once again shocked everyone who came to hear the sermon. Xiao Daluo was so powerful that the Demon Saint of Demon Court threw himself into his arms.
However, when thinking about Wang Ping's identity, many people felt that it was not surprising.
The famous master of weapon refining, a disciple of Senior Brother Ping, his status is no less than that of the Demon Saint of Demon Court, and his status is even higher.
Shang Yang pulled Wang Ping, and the two of them walked into the Bajing Palace.
At this moment, the palace was crowded with people, and many people were looking at Wang Ping and Shang Yang with great interest.
Wang Ping scanned the crowd and recognized few of them.
Suddenly, Wang Ping spotted two familiar figures in the crowd.
One is the little fat boy Duobao, and the other is the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.
The cultivation of the two of them has reached the early stage of Daluo at this time.
All the people who came to listen to the sermon were not very good at cultivation. Da Luo was pretty good, and there were only a few quasi-sages, not a few.
After thinking about it, Wang Ping didn't find it strange.
At that time, Zixiao Palace had already heard the sermon. Especially the third sermon, many people could not understand it at all.
Even if the Supreme Master preaches here, the promotion to the Saint is extremely limited.
At the stage of quasi-sage, you still have to rely on yourself if you want to improve.
Wang Ping did not go over to say hello. When he met Duobao, he was in the capacity of brother Ping.
When he met the Golden Spirit Mother, he thought he would be a demon general, but in fact, it was just a one-on-one encounter and he was not very familiar with her.
"Pretty face."
Just as Wang Ping followed Shang Yang and passed by someone, the figure suddenly made a sound.
After being stunned for a moment, Wang Ping looked over with a dark face and found that the person speaking was an old man with a rosy complexion and a beard in his fifties or sixties.
At this moment, the old man looked really disdainful and disdainfully looked at Wang Ping.
"Old boy, who are you talking about?"
Wang Ping asked, glaring at the old man angrily.
The old man sneered: "Who am I to say? Who knows well? You're late. Just outside. Don't squeeze in."
"You are looking for death. Believe it or not, I will kill you."
Hearing this, Shang Yang was immediately unhappy, and said angrily with a cold flash in his eyes.
The old man was not afraid at all, and curled his lips and said: "What a majestic person. The people in your Demon Court are really powerful. If you have the ability, try killing me. Do you think you can get out of the Eight Views Palace of the Supreme Saint today?"
Pulling Shang Yang, Wang Ping said in an admonishing tone: "What are you doing to get angry with an old donkey like this? It's not worth it. Kill him to dirty your hands."
When it comes to swearing, Wang Ping takes second place, and no one dares to take first place.
How could a rustic old man scold him?
The old man's cultivation level is pretty good, at the peak of Taiyi, but his temper is a typical death-seeking temper.
If it weren't for the Bajing Palace, Wang Ping would definitely teach this old man what it means to have trouble come from the mouth.
However, the old man obviously knew that this was the Bajing Palace. Wang Ping and Shang Yang did not dare to take action, so they dared to be so arrogant.
After all, during the previous lecture in Zixiao Palace, someone tried to rob Wang Ping's gourd, but Hongjun stepped in and directly eliminated it.
It was expected that the Supreme Being, as a saint, would not allow anyone to fight on his territory.
This is disrespectful to a saint.
"you……"
Wang Ping's words immediately made the old man furious, his tone trembled and he didn't know what to say.
He curled his lips, Wang Ping was proud, you are still young when fighting with your brother.
"It has been detected that the host has been insulted by Master Taiyi, please make a selection."
"One, apologize to Master Taiyi and reward me with the magic weapon Immortal Killing Sword."
"Two, continue to scold Master Taiyi until he doubts his life. I will reward you with three small space crystals."
"Third, kill Master Taiyi. If you can do it, never force him. The consequences are unknown. Reward Liujia Qimen with magical powers."
The voice of the system suddenly appeared, sending a task to Wang Ping.
Wang Ping was stunned for a moment. This ignorant old man was the disciple Yuan Shi was about to accept, Taiyi Zhenren among the Twelve Golden Immortals?
Good guy, this is too suicidal, how about killing yourself?
Wang Ping suddenly understood why Nezha had such a lawless temper in the first place.
The Xiong disciple taught by Master Xiong, Master Taiyi really deserves a beating.
At this time, the voice of options sounded. The first option was for Wang Ping to apologize to Master Taiyi.
The dumbfounded Wang Ping scratched his head, what a joke, he didn't get kicked in the head by a donkey.
Taiyi Zhenren called him a pretty boy, why didn't he let him scold him back?
It is impossible to apologize, and even to death it is impossible to apologize.
The reward is a magic weapon called the Immortal Killing Sword.
The name is quite good. I scratched my head and thought about it for a while, but Wang Ping never remembered it.
It seems that among the Twelve Golden Immortals, I don’t know whose magic weapon it is.
The second option is to let Wang Ping continue to scold Master Taiyi until he doubts his life.
This is okay, absolutely okay.
After just scolding, Wang Ping was not satisfied yet and was about to continue scolding.
So what about Taiyi Zhenren, if you dare to call him brother Ping a pretty boy, it would be fine if you don't beat him to death.
How could he, who is such a sensational figure like Brother Ping, be a pretty boy?
Not to mention Brother Ping’s identity as fellow Taoist, his identity as the Sky-Exploding Demon General doesn’t matter either!
If nothing else, the strength he pretends to be is better than the current Taiyi Zhenren.
This guy's strength is not as good as that of him. He is clearly provoking, and he doesn't weigh his own weight.
The reward is three small space crystals.
Upon hearing this reward, Wang Ping's eyes suddenly lit up and he was extremely excited.
Because this small space crystal is one of the main materials for refining the Demon Refining Pot, this is the only option.
But at this time, the voice of the third option emerged again.
This option is to let Wang Ping kill Master Taiyi.
Although Wang Ping wanted to do this option, he thought about it and decided not to do it.
Just because he said something to him, he was killed. It seemed that his brother Ping was too cruel.
What Wang Ping wants to do is not to kill, but to beat up Taiyi Zhenren to let him know that the sky is high and the earth is high.
Moreover, killing Taiyi Zhenren will result in unknown consequences.
In other words, the Supreme Being might take action against him, or cause some chain reaction, producing unknown results.
The reward for this option is the Liujia magical power, which is pretty good, one of the thirty-six Tiangang magical powers.
But in comparison, what Wang Ping needs more is small space crystals.
Even if Wang Ping doesn't choose this time, the system will definitely issue it in future tasks, but Wang Ping doesn't want to bother.
Collect the materials early and refine the Demon Refining Pot to avoid something that happens suddenly and you have no time to react.
With the cannon in hand and no panic in mind, and with the Demon Refining Pot in hand, I feel more at peace and can start planning gradually.
Because Wang Ping doesn’t know exactly when the Lich Tribulation will really begin.
