"Host, what this system gives you, I wonder which one is easier."
"There are many things that you, the host, accept from the system, and you only have a superficial grasp of them."
"Study more carefully, and you will find that the hosts are far beyond your imagination."
A system voice suddenly appeared, reminding Wang Ping.
Wang Ping nodded and used the Nine Yang Sword Technique again. He understood it deeply.
As he gradually acquires new techniques, Wang Ping will gradually ignore the old ones. Except for a few parts, he always uses the latest ones he has mastered.
The use of Nine Yang Sword Technique this time seemed to open a new door for Wang Ping.
However, you need time to delve into these. Wang Ping feels that the most important thing now is to wait until you finish some important things before developing a breakthrough saint.
The Saint of the Chongling Sword Clan who was once again defeated by the sword move was shocked and looked at Wang Ping in disbelief.
A quasi-sage at the pinnacle actually defeated her, a saint, with a sword move?
At this time, the saint of the Chongling Sword Clan felt as if his face had been slapped many times and was burning.
"I'm just asking you, where do you get the confidence to say that I covet your beauty? I'm such an outstanding person, but I've never wanted someone to give me a favor."
Wang Ping looked proudly at the people of the Chongling Sword Clan with disdain.
Women like those from the Chongling Sword Clan who have higher eyesight should be taught a lesson.
He didn't know how much he weighed, and what was going on in his mind.
"Host, can you stop saying that you are excellent? This system is panicking."
In my mind, the voice of the system sounded again.
The expression on his face was slightly stiff, and Wang Ping was stunned: "Why, are you envious of my excellence as a host?"
"Go away, host, tell me what's so great about you?"
The helpless system was so amused by Wang Ping that it made her want to laugh.
Wang Ping said without hesitation: "I am the strongest quasi-sage and can fight against saints. Aren't these considered excellent?"
"What's the reason that made you do this? Don't you have any idea?"
The system asked in disdain.
Wang Ping replied: "I know, it's you, the system. Haha, I understand. You, the system, must blame me for neglecting you. The system is as good as the host me."
"No, no, the host is the master, and the system is the subordinate. Your system's excellence is still a little worse than this host's."
The confused system was immediately choked by Wang Ping's words. How shameless must one be to say such words.
The system is a little tired and wants to shut itself off. It doesn't want to pay attention to this host now.
The system fell silent, and Wang Ping turned his attention to the people of the Chongling Sword Clan.
Listening to Wang Ping's words, the people from the Chongling Sword Clan did not refute this time.
The people of the Chongling Sword Clan were not fools. They suddenly realized that their saint could not defeat this guy.
Although this guy is a quasi-sage, he is really strong.
I don’t know how this guy did it, he is really a talent.
It seems that this guy is also very good.
That's right, they are not as strong as others, why do you look down on them?
Many people couldn't help but change their expressions as they thought about it, and something strange happened in their eyes when they looked at Wang Ping.
Some even went from looking down upon to expressions of admiration, fanaticism, complexity and many other expressions.
The confused Wang Ping felt that something was not quite right.
Why do these women from the Chongling Sword Clan seem to see him differently after hearing what he just said?
No, isn't it because you realized his excellence and started to like him?
In my mind, the system spurted out a mouthful of blood. No, there was no blood in the system, and I didn't know what it was spraying.
In other words, I can't even see the system, and I don't know what it is, but if the system is like a human being, it must be spewing blood.
"Oh my God, who will save me?"
The system wants to cry but has no tears. It only feels that life, or to be precise, the system's career, has no expectations.
"Ahem, um, don't look at me so fiercely, Brother Ping. Although Brother Ping, I am excellent, I am not a casual person."
Looking at the people of the Chongling Sword Clan, Wang Ping coughed lightly.
No one from the Chongling Sword Clan said anything after they came back to their senses. Many people were still staring at Wang Ping.
At this time, the leading Saint from the Chongling Sword Clan sighed and looked at Wang Ping complicatedly.
"I admit, your sword moves are very strong, stronger than anything I've ever seen before. Even my sword moves against the Spirit Sword Clan are probably not as good as mine."
"You know, back then, there were only a few swordsmen who could compete with me from the Spirit Sword Clan."
"But even they are definitely not able to suppress the saint with the quasi-sage strength. You are really good. Of course, I am only talking about your swordsmanship, not that I agree with you as a person. You are too thick-skinned."
"But I want to remind you that the move you just made and the moves you used on the Gouwu tribe may have caused some bad trouble for you."
Wang Ping, who was stunned, looked unhappy after hearing what the saint of the Chongling Sword Clan said.
Wang Ping said angrily: "You look down on me and say no, you are too thick-skinned. Thick-skinned is directly proportional to your strength."
"No, did you hear the point of what I said? I said you got into bad trouble."
The saint of the Chongling Sword Clan was helpless. Who are these people? Why are their concerns different from those of normal people?
Wang Ping was stunned: "What, you're not saying you admire my excellence, but do you think I'm thick-skinned?"
"No, I said you got into trouble."
The Saint of the Spirit Sword Clan, dumbfounded, rubbed his forehead and said.
Wang Ping curled his lips and waved his hands carelessly: "It's okay, I'm thick-skinned."
"What does this have to do with being thick-skinned?"
The confused Saint of the Chongling Sword Clan asked subconsciously.
Wang Ping replied cheerfully: "Of course it does matter. It matters a lot. Only when a person is shameless can he be invincible, haha."
The saint of the Chongling Sword Clan was dumbfounded. What kind of weird theory is this? How shameless can one be invincible?
"You don't believe me? In fact, I didn't use my full strength just now, and I still have many powerful swordsmanship moves that I haven't used yet."
Seeing the look in the eyes of the saint from the Chongling Sword Clan, Wang Ping shouted.
The saint of the Chongling Sword Clan said helplessly: "I am talking to you about business. In the Great Desolate Abyss, there is a taboo, that is, you cannot create strong light unscrupulously, otherwise there will be an unknown situation soon."
"The moves you made just now were so loud and dazzling, I'm afraid you won't end well."
Wang Ping, who was stunned, reacted with a dark face: "Don't curse me, brother Ping, fellow Taoist, how can I be unknown? I have a body protected by the Great Dao, all evils can be avoided, and all evils can't invade me."
"It's unknown what happened. It must be caused by man. If he dares to come to me, I will make the grass on his grave three meters high tomorrow."
Listening to Wang Ping's words, the Saint of the Chongling Sword Clan was speechless. She could see that she could not communicate with Wang Ping normally.
This guy has an attitude of not being afraid of anything, and he doesn't take anything seriously.
But it's no wonder that the quasi-sage has the strength to rival the saint, so it's normal to be arrogant.
