"Wu Liang, Marquis of Yongchun?" He Ping'an narrowed his eyes and asked.
"It's me, don't you know your surname?"
The middle-aged man nodded, his face softened, as if he was meeting netizens he had never met for the first time, and there was no trace of joy or anger in his voice.
"I've met Marquis Yongchun."
"He's just a nobody in the lower class, so he doesn't report his family status."
When He Pingan saw Yongchun Hou, his expression did not change at all, as if he had expected it.
Wu Liang frowned, and then asked: "I wonder how my boy Wu Fan offended fellow Taoist?"
"Wu Fan?"
"I don't know him!"
He Ping'an looked surprised. His acting skills were already three-thirds of Mrs. Wu Liang's.
"Fellow Taoist, why should you deceive yourself? If you can pretend to be Yue Laosan to help He Ping'an, how can you not know Wu Fan?"
Wu Liang looked solemn and continued: "If you hadn't taken action, how could my two fourth-level guards have died quietly?"
"If it wasn't you, who could have been hiding in my house for more than a month without anyone noticing?"
He Ping'an showed a hint of approval on his face and praised: "The needle does not poke, it is worthy of the Yongchun Marquis to peel off the cocoons and find out all these things."
"In that case, you must have guessed my identity."
"If what I expected is true, you are the litigant from Xuanyang West Market!"
Wu Liang's expression remained unchanged, and he calmly said the clone's name: "Luo Xiang!"
"It's just that I don't understand. He Ping'an is just a small official in green clothes. You are a dignified second-grade monk. When you enter the court, you will be a high official, and when you enter the immortal sect, you will enjoy worship."
"Why do you have to help him?"
It was a bit embarrassing to stand in Yue Laosan's face. He Ping'an thought about it and turned back into the handsome Luo Xiang. He smiled lightly and said: "I'm happy!"
"Whoosh!"
A figure flashed out from behind He Pingan, and it was Qian Yanqing.
Wu Fu's speed was too slow, and only then did Qian Yanqing catch up.
Wu Liang saw Qian Yanqing coming and nodded to him, indicating that he was ready to take action at any time.
He Ping'an spoke again at this time: "But I want to correct one thing. I didn't kill Wu Fan."
"It was Emperor Jiaming who killed him."
Wu Liang yelled angrily: "You're talking nonsense!"
"Why would the Holy One do anything to Fan'er?"
"Prepare to die!"
"Uh-huh!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Liang raised his sword and slashed at He Ping'an with a domineering and sharp sword light.
Behind him, Qian Yanqing took action at the right time, and a palm print that covered the sky appeared behind He Pingan, blocking his escape.
The two second-grade warriors attacked at the same time, with a rainbow-like momentum, the sky and the earth changed color, and the sky was filled with the shadows of swords and palms. If a third-grade or lower monk came within three miles of this place, he would immediately die on the spot.
"I really didn't lie to you!"
"Wu Fan died in the Drug Testing Department."
He Ping'an faced the two second-grade warriors, his expression did not change at all, his figure rose into the sky, and his mouth was still full of ridicule: "Do you think you died in the hands of Emperor Jiaming?"
Seeing He Ping'an escaping from the attack and blockade of the two men, Wu Liang's expression remained unchanged, his body's true energy evaporated, and his figure actually flew into the air like lightning.
"Come down!"
Wu Liang shouted angrily, and the long sword in his hand was like a hundred-foot-long sword, and he instantly slashed at He Ping'an in mid-air.
Before the light of the sword arrived, a terrifying true meaning of martial arts had already struck He Ping'an.
He Pingan's figure turned around, dodged the long knife again, and flew in another direction.
"Don't run away!"
Wu Liang thought He Ping'an was running away, his figure flashed, and he chased after He Ping'an.
There is no need to move around, and the speed is actually no slower than the Golden Escape Light.
"Huh!"
He Ping'an exclaimed and stopped running away.
Unexpectedly, Wu Liang's martial arts cultivation has reached the peak of the second level of martial arts, and he can already use his true energy to control the air.
This is no longer the previous vertical jump that only relied on physical strength to leap several miles, but uses true energy as a means to control the air.
Reaching this step shows that Wu Liang has already stepped into the first level of martial arts.
Qian Yanqing watched Wu Liang's changes from a distance, with a trace of envy and greed on his face. The reason why he cooperated with Wu Liang was because Wu Liang promised him.
After this was accomplished, it gave him the opportunity to break through to the first level of martial arts.
Otherwise, he and Wu Liang are both at the second level of martial arts, so why should they take orders from him.
"Boy, accept your fate!"
"You should be content to die in the hands of the two of us."
When Wu Liang saw He Ping'an stopped escaping, he thought that he was shocked by his own strength. His face lit up with joy, and he roared angrily. The light of the sword in his hand became even brighter, and the hundred-foot-long black sword light cut through the sky, with a shrill sound of breaking through the air, towards him. He cuts it off.
"well!"
He Ping'an sighed, the golden lin sword in his hand shining brightly.
Wu Liang sneered: "You regret it now, isn't it a little late?"
"Marquis Yongchun, do you think I sigh because I'm afraid of you?"
"You are wrong. I sigh because you are about to reach the first level of Zhenguo, but you are about to fall."
The light of the sword in He Pingan's hand lit up, and a thousand mana in his body poured into the Jinlin Sword. The Jinlin Sword let out a soft moan of joy, and the golden light of the sword shone brightly. In an instant, it turned into a hundred-foot golden sword and faced the black sword light. .
"Qiang!"
Accompanied by the sharp and piercing sound of gold and iron, the swords intersected, and the two sharp weapons collided together. The mana and essence struck each other along the blades of the swords, setting off powerful aftermath.
The figures of the two men did not change at all, but in the void behind them, the sound of swords kept ringing. The ground within a radius of ten miles was constantly slashed by swords and swords, and the soil was turned up inch by inch.
The strength is almost the same.
"The kid is talking nonsense!"
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Wu Liang cursed angrily, retracted the long knife in his hand, and slashed out three black sword lights in succession, attacking He Ping'an in three directions: upper, middle and lower.
Every sword light is extremely sharp and contains the true meaning of domineering martial arts.
"Little tricks!"
He Ping'an glanced at the three sword lights that were slashed at him. Golden light flashed in his hand, and three sword lights were slashed out in succession. They annihilated and devoured each other and dissipated into nothingness.
"Come again!"
Wu Liang's momentum was like a rainbow, and the true energy in his body was surging. The long knife in his hand continuously cut out dozens of black sword lights. Then all the sword lights merged with each other in mid-air, converging into an unparalleled sword light, heading towards He Ping'an. Cut it off.
He Ping'an was convinced that this sword was Wu Liang's true strength.
Before, it was just a test by both sides.
"Well done!"
He Ping'an floated in mid-air, and poured all the 1,600-year-old mana in his body into the Jinlin Sword. The sword light was a little brighter, and he cut out the black sword light with one strike.
Most of the remaining sword light was still slashing towards Wu Liang.
"not good!"
Wu Liang's expression changed. Unexpectedly, He Ping'an's strength suddenly increased by more than half. He was obviously no match. He quickly turned around and ducked to the side.
"boom!"
The sword light slashed through the air, plowing a deep trench more than ten miles long on the ground.
At this moment, behind He Pingan, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared, and a scarlet palm like blood silently stamped on his back.
"I knew you were coming."
He Ping'an, who originally had his back turned to the ghostly figure, turned around like a top, with a look of neither surprise nor joy, and raised his hand to greet it.
The ghostly figure was none other than Qian Yanqing. When he saw He Ping'an actually dared to pick him up with his flesh palm, his eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy.
Ordinary Taoist sword cultivators are strong in swordsmanship but weak in body. In a hurry, this person dared to use his flesh palm to receive his own Shura palm. He simply didn't know whether to live or die.
Wu Liang in the distance also showed a hint of joy on his face. Qian Yanqing's Shura Palm contained blood evil energy. As long as it touched the body, the blood evil energy would penetrate into the body, stir up the energy and blood, and make the monk's body full of energy and blood. Rolling, the strength is greatly reduced.
