Shang Jiuge quietly said the name Ziji Tianxiang.
In fact, many people present are familiar with this name.
Even if I really haven't practiced or seen it, I have heard about Fang Bie's attempts to integrate martial arts in the past two days.
However, whether it is successful and to what extent is a matter of opinion, and everyone has subtle differences.
And in He Ping's current situation, there is no doubt that the connection is complete?
"So." He Ping said lightly.
"There are nine levels of Purple Heavenly Phantasm. I have barely reached the third level of Purple Qi Donglai. It can be said that I have achieved a little success..."
So you can reach the third level in a few days?
People around her had long known that He Ping was actually very talented in martial arts, but they were still a little surprised that she was such a monster.
"What effect?" Shang Jiuge asked.
It's embarrassing to say that Shang Jiuge didn't even reach the first level.
After all, they are treated completely differently from each other.
"Is it effective?" He Ping looked at Shang Jiuge and pondered for a moment: "What effect do you want?"
"Did that mean that the true energy activated the body protection on its own?" Shang Jiuge looked at He Ping and asked.
Because at the moment when Fang Bie just penetrated with the bamboo chopsticks, everyone almost felt that the true energy around He Ping suddenly condensed, and then the effect of stimulating the protector appeared.
This shows that He Ping's level of condensation of Qi has really reached a level that is breathtaking.
"It's almost the same, but it's not the same." He Ping shook her head: "It's not on your own."
Either on his own, or He Ping means to control it intentionally.
Fang Bie looked at He Ping and smiled: "That's a bit awesome."
"You still ask me whether the martial arts you created are great or not?" He Ping asked with a smile.
"After all, I haven't reached the third level yet." Fang Bie laughed loudly.
Saying this, Fang Bi handed He Ping a bowl of duck blood and vermicelli soup: "Want to drink it?"
He Ping took the soup, picked up the spoon and took a spoonful of the slightly transparent soup, and then nodded: "It's so fresh."
"Who did it?"
"Me me me me!" Xue Ling said repeatedly, full of pride.
"Keep working hard next time." He Ping gave Xue Ling a thumbs up.
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The third day will arrive as promised.
Early in the morning of the third day, Xue Linghei, He Ping and Fang Bi were already standing in front of the courtyard, and the sky was beginning to turn white.
"Let's go." Fang Bie said calmly: "Sister Ping, let's lead the team."
"Aren't you going to lead the team?" He Ping asked with a faint smile.
"You are the boss, so of course you are here." Fang Bie said with a smile.
"Okay." He Ping walked in front without hesitation, and then said calmly: "Come with me."
Saying this, He Ping jumped into the air and flew up to the wall of the Guo Mansion. Fang Bi, Xue Ling and Hei Wu followed closely behind. The four of them climbed over the walls all the way. There is no road in this world, and there are so many people walking there. It becomes a road, but for them, as long as they can jump on it, it is an unobstructed road.
Not long after, they passed through the secluded residential area of Bianliang. Under the cover of the morning mist, the West Lake House loomed in front of them.
But at this moment, several sounding arrows were shot at He Ping from all directions, making sharp sounds in the air. He Ping did not dodge or dodge. In fact, those sounding arrows were not aimed at He Ping's body, but blocked her body from all directions. He wanted to force He Ping back, but he didn't expect that He Ping didn't make any movement in the air. As soon as those arrows touched He Ping's body within three feet, they broke off and turned into powder in the air.
Obviously, even the person who issued the warning with the loud arrow was shocked when he saw this scene. Although there is a saying in the martial arts that true energy is released outwards, it ultimately needs to rely on moves and strength to release it. Even if you have cultivated your internal and external skills to the pinnacle Even a first-class master cannot do such a thing.
However, He Ping did not press forward any further. She landed gracefully, and was still dozens of feet away from the exquisite black house in Xihu Xiaozhu. She quietly said, "He Ping, the bee attractor of Luo City, We came here by invitation, why bother to confront each other with swords and swords?”
"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding." Qin Sen's cold voice slowly came out from the small building, and then the door of the West Lake small building opened, and Qin dressed in black walked out, looking at the man in green clothes in the mist. He Ping smiled and said, "My subordinates didn't understand the rules and saw someone approaching in a menacing manner, so they fired a loud arrow as a warning. I'm really embarrassed."
Saying this, Qin raised his hand and patted it gently, and saw people filing out behind him, holding trays, and on each tray was a steaming human head.
"Anyone who dares to take action against you will be punished immediately. Do you dare to ask whether Master He Ping is satisfied or not?"
As soon as Xue Ling landed, she saw such a horrifying scene in the distance. Although Xue Ling had never seen dead people, she killed people for such a reason, and the four people who were alive just now suddenly turned into four people. The contrast between the heads on the tray made Xue Ling feel sick.
This kind of demeanor always reminds people of the time before Jing Ke assassinated the Qin Dynasty, Prince Dan cut off the beauty's hand and put it on a tray as a gift to Jing Ke just because he praised the beauty playing the piano for her beautiful hands.
Although this is more of a deterrent than an emphasis, it always makes people feel sick.
But except for He Ping, Hei Wu looked as usual. He was originally indifferent to such things, or he had seen more cruel and dark things. He Ping was a peerless strongman who had fought in life and death, and of course he was not. She would take this matter to heart. Besides, Qin was killing her own people, so why should she show her face for the other party's people.
Only Fang Bie smiled and said coldly: "Master Qin, when a dog bites someone, is it the dog's problem? Or is it the owner's problem?"
"If you chop off the dog's head, will the owner be able to remove the relationship?"
"You should be punished if you are not strict with your subordinates." Qin looked at Fang Bie and said calmly: "So, what is Young Master Fang's advice?"
"I can't speak of high views, but there are still some low views." Fang Bie looked at Qin Wei and smiled and said: "It is sinful for a dog to bite a person, but it does not lead to death."
"I would like to ask Mr. Qin to reattach these people's heads. I wonder if Mr. Qin can do it?"
Fang Bie's voice floated along the mist to the other side, and Qin's expression changed slightly.
After all, this kind of difficult question can be asked even by the other party.
Although Fang Bi really wanted to hear someone on the other side say how difficult it was, and then start screwing these heads back one by one.
But with such a decapitated head injury, even a strong martial artist like Ning Huan or a superb medical expert like Huo Ying would be unable to do anything, let alone the people in front of him.
At this moment, a quiet, clear and somewhat ethereal female voice floated quietly from the West Lake House.
"Farewell, Xiao Fang, don't mess around."
