Chen Pingping reached halfway and took out the ordinary-looking Seven-Star Longyuan Sword.
He took out another heart-loving elixir, crushed it with one palm, and wrapped the body of the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword with spiritual power.
Then he picked up his sword and walked quickly to the mine. Seeing that Brother Qin had cast a spell before leaving, he immediately used a dragon fire technique to offset Brother Qin's spell.
Suddenly fell in the mine.
The three of them paused.
The Jindan seemed to have known about Chen Ping's appearance for a long time and was not surprised at all.
On the Yun family side, dozens of mining monks saw Chen Ping land on the ground. When they saw his appearance, some of them immediately recognized him as the Qingjian monk.
"It's the Green Sword monk."
"It's Senior Guan!"
"Senior Guan, please correct the reputation of our Lingxiao Sect and kill these arrogant thieves." Some monks were already holding back their anger. Seeing the appearance of their idol, the Green Sword monk, rekindled their anger.
Once that energy breaks out, they no longer care about the crisis of speech and just shout to kill the opponent.
"..."
"Senior Guan, please correct me, Lingxiao Sect!"...
"..."
Brother Qin was slightly shocked by the sound in front of him.
Then he sneered again.
The Green Sword cultivator in front of you is the spiritual support of this group of casual cultivators, so it’s just right, let me defeat your spiritual support.
Let you crawl in the mud forever, unable to raise your head.
Ants should behave like ants.
Brother Qin sneered:
"It's true that I have been looking forward to seeing my fellow Taoist here. I thought that my fellow Taoist would be a coward for the rest of his life, not even daring to fight an honest battle."
"It's not too late now."
Brother Qin slowly drew out a long sword.
He glanced at the whole place jokingly, and finally fixed his gaze on Chen Ping:
"Look, they have high hopes for you, thinking that you can bring them hope. Today I will tell you that a snake is a snake. Even if you give it a thousand or ten thousand years, a snake will not become a dragon."
"Today I will let you see the reality clearly. Let you see how vulnerable the senior you regard as a god is and how he surrenders under my sword."
Brother Qin's eyes were deep and condescending.
Just like the sword in his hand.
The ancient sword in Chen Ping's hand looked shabby and unremarkable in front of the long sword in Brother Qin's hand.
These disciples of the Yun family had been in a state of excitement before.
But when it came to this moment, everyone was still worried for the Qingjian monk.
Defeating Lu Xiangbei does not mean that the Qingjian monk is invincible.
What's more, there is Jin Dan present today.
But none of these three people follow the rules.
Chen Ping was actually indifferent to this kind of scene, but at this moment he was already angered by the monk in front of him.
He said expressionlessly:
"Going back to ancient times, our ancestors were all mortals. You are disrespectful to your father by talking about ants and forgetting about your ancestors. You were born as a human son and were breastfed and grew up, but you are pretentious and look down on others. This is disrespectful to your mother. Today I I will teach you how to be a new person for your parents."
After finishing speaking, the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword came out.
A faint aura flashed across the ancient sword blade.
The sky is filled with overwhelming sword intent.
Except for Chen Ping and Brother Qin, all the other monks immediately evacuated the scene to avoid being accidentally injured.
Cultivator Qin glanced at the sword intent all over the sky with cold eyes, sneered, and the long sword flew out in an instant, turning into countless clones.
"Broken!" Brother Qin roared.
With an order, countless long sword clones seemed to understand the instructions and shot towards Chen Ping's sword light.
But in the next breath, the long sword clone fell apart.
Half of it disappeared in an instant.
Cultivator Qin was shocked. In order to defeat the will of these casual cultivators, he had just used the strongest sword in his life.
But it's just
In one breath, the judgment is made.
This Qingjian monk is actually so strong!
At that moment, he suddenly felt a sense of surrender to the other party. He was startled, quickly gave up this idea, and attacked with all his strength.
The huge green light sword was devastating, and his long sword clone was like a child in front of it, causing Brother Qin to break out in a cold sweat.
He instantly used a defensive treasure to stand in front of him. Logically speaking, defensive treasures could not be used in this kind of duel, but he could no longer care about so much.
"Bang~"
The defensive treasure exploded instantly under the giant sword and disappeared. The countless sword intentions carried by the giant sword rained down like rain, and cultivator Qin couldn't help but kneel down on his knees.
Cold sweat poured down like rain.
Chen Ping didn't care at all. The aftertaste of the first sword was still there, and the second sword swept over again unstoppably.
With one move, Chen Ping immediately knew that this man's sword intention was not very strong.
Not even as far north as the road.
That's it, I still have the nerve to talk big.
He talks as if he is invincible.
"That's enough~"
The golden elixir old man suddenly raised his head and roared. Most of the time, he watched this farce with a cold eye, his mind focused on the outskirts of the forest the whole time, paying attention to whether Wei Xun was coming.
As long as Wei Xun doesn't come, the old man doesn't think there is any problem.
Before that, the old man had just watched and rushed to Chen Ping, but the old man was too lazy to remind his nephew.
In the eyes of the old man, the Green Sword cultivator and the sword madman Lu Xiangbei were like selling their heads in front of him.
Unexpectedly, Chen Ping actually defeated his genius nephew with one sword, so that he had to intervene forcibly against the principle of duel.
This monk is really strong!
"roll."
Chen Ping's eyes turned red and he couldn't care about so much for a while.
As soon as the Hu Jue Luo Sword Technique came out, the green light sword also deviated from the angle and thrust towards the old man of Jin Dan.
The old man of Jindan originally thought that it was just a sharp roar, and he didn't even cast a spell to defend against the divine soul's attack immediately.
You can hear the sound.
There was a buzzing sound in his head.
The foundation-building soul attack technique is so powerful?
Seeing the green light coming, the old man did not dare to be careless at all. He immediately punched his fists fiercely, and a wave of ripples went away to meet the green light sword.
But even so, the old man was still violently impacted and took a few steps back before he could stabilize his body. He only felt that the muscles and veins in his body were being shattered by the sword.
"That's enough. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?" The old man Jindan yelled.
Chen Ping was affected by the ripples of the golden elixir old man's fists. He originally thought it was a magic attack, but he was a little careless. He never thought it was a divine soul attack. The jade mirror on his chest suddenly fell apart.
Just when he was about to manifest the soul-drawing whip, or even the talisman, he heard the voice of the golden elixir old man calling to stop.
He was really unwilling to reveal all his cards unless absolutely necessary.
The old man Jin Dan glanced at his genius nephew who was soaked all over, and then looked at Chen Ping:
"My Taoist friend's strength impresses me with admiration. My nephew's skills are not as good as others, so I won't lose unjustly."
Now that Jin Dan has intervened, the outcome is determined.
The casual cultivators below could no longer suppress their anger at being suppressed, and there was a sudden burst of people.
"Tsk, that's just some strength. You talk like you're invincible."
"When I build the foundation, I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat you, but I still have the nerve to utter such arrogant words."
"You are the king of words. You have to kneel down on your knees while others are bowing down. This is really a great experience. Do you want to learn from a master?"
"What the hell, bah."
"..."
Brother Qin's face was extremely ugly and turned into the color of pig liver.
Today's outcome was completely beyond his expectation. The strength that he was proud of turned out to be so vulnerable in front of the other party.
He couldn't even block a sword.
He couldn't say a word.
Chen Ping glanced around at the miners behind him, saw a casual cultivator with a swollen left face, and said calmly:
"Who hit you?"
"Him." The casual cultivator pointed at the sword scar cultivator.
After someone supports you, you are no longer afraid.
There is only resentment.
"Fight back." Chen Ping narrowed his eyes and said calmly.
The casual cultivator was already holding back his anger, but when he heard Chen Ping's words, without saying a word, he rushed over and slapped him immediately.
The sword scar monk originally wanted to resist, but found that he had been restrained by Chen Ping's aura.
"Snapped!"
That slap was extremely crisp.
resounded throughout the audience.
The faces of Brother Qin and the old man Jindan were extremely ugly, as if the slap had been slapped on them, but they did not speak during the whole process, and the slap was still taken out.
He just looked at Chen Ping sharply.
His eyes seemed to be on fire.
Chen Ping glanced at Ji Yan again, looked at Brother Qin again, and said coldly:
"Those dozens of slaps just now didn't require me to take action, right?"
He didn't want to kill anyone in public.
But it's not impossible. At worst, after this incident, let Wei Xun and Yun Haitang temporarily block these people, and then shamelessly try their best to ask Fairy Xiyue to take action once to wash away the relationship between these dozens of Qi Practitioners and mortals. memory.
"Fellow Taoist, don't go too far." The golden elixir monk was furious.
"Excessive?" Chen Ping didn't fully open his eyes:
"Just now, fellow Taoist people forced us monks to slap themselves in the face. Fellow Taoist didn't say the word 'too much'."
"Since Fellow Daoist doesn't want to fight, let's wait for Master Wei to uphold justice. I'm not strong enough and can't do anything to Fellow Daoist, but Fellow Daoist doesn't think he can protect these two people and leave without any loss, right?"
"You..." The golden elixir old man was furious.
The old man Jin Dan had seen Chen Ping's power.
He didn't think he would lose to Chen Ping, but he had just entered the Golden Core not long ago, and he entered the Golden Core with an aging body. As Chen Ping said, his nephew was injured at the moment, and he wanted to take the two of them with him. And retreating, under the siege of dozens of monks, is really not easy.
If Wei Xun comes and causes trouble like this, it will not end well either.
...After I go back, you will never be alive again... The golden elixir old man is gloomy.
"Isn't it just a slap in the face? Let me do it, I have practiced this spell, bang..." The sword scar monk took a step forward:
"Pah, pah, pah..."
"..."
After dozens of slaps, the three of them snorted coldly, turned around and left without saying a word of farewell.
"..."
"Okay, this matter is over. You can go about your own business." After Chen Ping watched the three people leave, he turned around and ordered the people who were cheering and celebrating.
Then he glanced at Yun Lingshan, who was pale, and then at Ji Yan, whose cheeks were red and swollen, but did not speak to them.
He turned around and disappeared in the direction back to Lingxiao Sect.
After flying for dozens of miles, he turned around and galloped eastward.
These three people must die!
But it's better not to die in front of so many miners.
There are many people with mixed eyes. Although these people's hearts are towards Lingxiao Sect, they will inevitably refuse to confess under coercion and inducement.
Besides, dead people don’t hide information.
Once someone is killed and the soul is summoned, anything will be confessed.
Even if he was lucky enough to ask Fairy Xiyue to erase his memory, there would still be a hidden danger.
Once it breaks out, the entire Lingxiao Sect will be destroyed.
He himself must die.
Although it is best not to kill them in person, they cannot be allowed to go back.
Seeing how he is insulting them now, according to the temperament of these three people, if he really lets them go back, it is almost inevitable to send reinforcements to retaliate.
Until then, your fate will also be in the hands of others
inside.
These three people must not be allowed to return to Zhongdao.
The only way is to let them die.
Chen Ping raised his head and glanced ahead, then chased the three of them in the direction they left at high speed.
For monks, traveling with injuries is the most dangerous thing during migration.
No matter where these three people go next, their first choice must be to stop at the nearest Xiuxian City to heal their injuries or recover for a while before moving on.
What Chen Ping had to do was to deal with these three people in this Xiuxian City before they left.
Of course, it would be most convenient if they could be dealt with in the forest before they enter Xiuxian City.
We can only pursue at full speed.
However, what made him regretful was that he did not catch up with these three people until he was about to reach the next Xiuxian City.
Didn't expect that the speed of this elementary golden elixir was so fast?
Running so fast with two wounded people.
But just when he was about to move on, Jin Ran found that these three people appeared in his blurred vision on the way here.
what happened?
Did they avoid me halfway?
Or did you go elsewhere to heal?
Chen Ping looked around and realized that he could no longer care about so much at the moment. There are still hundreds of miles away from the next Xiuxian City. With dense forests, this place is the best place to fight.
Solve it here.
He quickly deployed a Nine Palaces psychedelic formation locally.
Although the opponent is said to be a golden elixir, he has just entered the golden elixir not long ago, so his spiritual consciousness cannot be too strong. The soul attack technique that Chen Ping shouted during the battle just now also had a tentative nature.
The conclusion is that the spirit of this golden elixir is not strong.
In this case, the range of my consciousness under the superposition of multiple buffs is one hundred sixty-seventy miles, and the opponent's range can be doubled at most.
The clear range is less than half.
That is to say, even though Jin Dan knew that he was here at this moment, he probably couldn't see clearly what he was doing.
Then the octagonal deer was released to move around, allowing the flowers that had been waiting to be released to bloom, some of which might be tulips.
He threw the tulips originally placed in the spiritual plant bag on the grass.
Then he recalled the Eight-Antlered Deer and sat down where he was.
Wait for the other person's arrival.
…
rear.
"He still dares to come?" Brother Qin said angrily, but also a little unbelievable.
He lost the sword duel alone, but that was because he didn't use any of his treasures.
Besides, it was one-on-one at that time.
But now that he has three people on his side and a golden elixir, the other party is only a foundation-building monk anyway.
How dare you come?
"Perhaps he came here to apologize. After all, he wanted to save face in front of his subordinates and insulted us. But how can he not be afraid afterwards?" The sword scar monk chuckled.
"I want him dead, I want him dead." Brother Qin roared helplessly.
In all my life, I have never been so insulted as I am today.
That slap didn't hit the Sword Scar monk's face.
It was clearly a slap on his face.
"Don't worry, nephew, he won't survive." The old man Jin Dan had a gloomy expression and turned to look at Brother Qin:
"My nephew's injury should have recovered to the point where he can protect himself, right? The reason why the Green Sword monk ran ahead is probably because I missed the distance when I left for treatment."
Brother Qin looked at his body:
"It's not a problem, it's not just for self-protection. This time I want to send him home with my own hands."
There were several wounds on the surface of his body caused by sword intent, but they have all recovered.
As for internal injuries, they are not that quick.
But it doesn't prevent him from playing support again.
He was trembling with excitement at the thought of killing Chen Ping with his own hands later.
Three people fast
Move forward quickly.
As I approached the scene, I saw Chen Ping sitting on a piece of blue rock meditating with a leisurely expression, like an old man.
Qin Xiu was very angry:
"What are you doing pretending to be? What? Have you thought about how to die?"
Having said that, he just looked down on the ants at the bottom, but he was not a reckless man. He asked the Jindan old man to pay attention to whether there were any traps along the way.
Brother Jianscar thinks that Chen Ping is here to seek peace.
He doesn't think so.
However, no matter what, he couldn't figure out how a low-level monk in the late stage of foundation building could face two monks whose cultivation level was higher than his own, and there was also a golden elixir among them.
In the scan of the golden elixir old man's consciousness, there was no fifth monk within a radius of 300 miles.
Chen Ping went to the meeting alone.
At this moment, the Jindan old man looked around, and couldn't see anything unusual except that the flowers here were more luxuriant.
Chen Ping stood up slowly.
He was pretending because he wanted to wait for Brother Qin's medicine to take effect. Before they were about to get close, Chen Ping crushed some tulips and scattered them in the air.
Brother Qin suffered a skin injury caused by the sword's intention, and a small amount of the powder of the Heart-Enhancing Pill was able to enter his body through the spiritual power package.
Although the amount is very small and it is not taken, once an attack occurs, it will at least make Brother Qin have some scruples when casting spells.
that's enough.
"about there."
Chen Ping started to move and took the lead in releasing the half-step third-level eight-antler deer.
Two against three.
He was absolutely sure.
Then without any hesitation or regret, he took a photo of the only talisman, the small green bottle.
Real battles are different from competitions.
He must be prepared for the most dangerous situations.
The green light sword was about to come out, and the soul-drawing whip was wrapped around the body.
"Xiaoba, go and stop that old thing."
Half-step golden elixir and early golden elixir can still fight for a while.
Just a moment is enough.
With a sharp roar, his green light sword took the lead to cover the Qin cultivator, "Bang~" A real treasure appeared in front of the green light sword. Brother Qin sneered and released a large amount of spiritual power.
But suddenly I felt something was wrong... My heart hurt so much.
It's okay when the spiritual power is not being output, but once the spiritual power is continuously released, the heart is like a knife.
what happened?
He injected spiritual power into the real treasure again, and a heartache suddenly swept through his body, and he had no choice but to withdraw the spiritual power.
A true treasure without spiritual support would be greatly reduced in power.
"What's going on?" The old man Jindan noticed something strange about his nephew.
The old man never thought that Chen Ping was actually a beast master.
But this is just surprise. In his opinion, as long as the Eight-Antlered Deer is quickly eliminated, the balance of victory will suddenly tilt in their favor.
"Uncle, my heart..."
"Boom~"
Before Brother Qin finished speaking, countless sword intents that penetrated the real treasure came down, and a giant sword instantly wiped him out.
"Nephew..."
"Guan, I want you to die." The old man was furious.
Chen Ping didn't pause. He hit the old man with a spell and retreated towards the Nine Palaces Psychedelic Array.
The old man Jindan was so furious that he paid almost no attention to the Eight-Antlered Deer. All his spearheads were aimed at Chen Ping. Successfully, he stepped into the psychedelic formation.
The old man was shocked... Chen Ping not only had excellent swordsmanship, but he was also good at controlling beasts and formations.
How can a monk have so much time to practice so many skills?
He couldn't see through a psychedelic formation that was set up to build a base, and he accidentally entered it.
Chen Ping was not distracted.
While the old man fell into the psychedelic formation, he held the token and immediately increased his attack power.
Under the double attack, the old man Jin Dan was eliminated in a few breaths.
And that sword scar monk,
It had already been chopped into pieces in the aftermath of the sword's intention.
"call!"
'It's good to have a helper. ,
Chen Ping gave the eight-pointed deer a rejuvenation spell and quickly put it into the spirit beast bag.
Then clean up the scene decisively.
This place is only a few hundred miles away from Sanxiu City, so we need to pack things up as soon as possible.
The old man Jindan and Brother Qin had both turned into powder, leaving only some residual fragments and some undamaged property at the scene.
Their storage bags are long gone.
On the contrary, the Sword Scar monk in the Qi refining period still has a small half of his body parts, and even the storage bag is still there.
Chen Ping thought for a while, released the Nine Nether Colorful Cicada, and then summoned the spirits of Jin Dan and Brother Qin on the spot.
Unfortunately, even the souls of Brother Qin and Old Man Jindan have been annihilated.
It seems that we can only take away a small part of the Sword Scar monk's body and summon his soul.
I don't know if he knows much.
Chen Ping put everything on the scene into the storage bag first, and then quickly took dozens of evil-killing charms to drive away any lingering ghosts that might be present at the scene.
Then left quickly.
(End of chapter)
