The dark golden light in his eyes flashed, and he looked at Han Wang Zhao Ying with a burning gaze, and said softly:
"You eat and you eat."
Then look at King Jing Zhao Zhi:
"The people fatten the people."
Then, he slowly glanced at everyone present, and his voice suddenly became stern:
"The common people are easy to abuse."
Finally, he looked up at the sky, his whole body seemed to be excited, and he said loudly:
"God is hard to bully!"
His voice was unknowingly blended with ten thousand years of magical power, ringing in everyone's ears like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, deafening.
Bang... The sound of countless magic weapons falling to the ground continued to sound.
Especially the King Jing's party headed by King Jing Zhao Zhi, King Jing's violent and murderous character is probably closely related to their connivance.
King Jing and his party looked guilty or ashamed. When they saw the Dragon-riding Martial Saint standing there, they couldn't help but lower their heads, not even daring to breathe.
On the side of King Zhao Ying of Han, most of them looked ashamed. Only a few people with a clear conscience straightened their backs and looked excited.
"What a poem, what a poem!"
Zhao Ying, the king of Han, slapped his thigh. He had long wanted to change the official administration of the imperial court during the reign of Emperor Jiaming. When he heard this poem, he immediately felt like a warning bell was ringing in his ears.
I made up my mind that after I ascended the throne, the first thing I would do was to engrave this poem on every state capital, including all county offices.
"As expected of a Dragon-riding Martial Saint, he is not only profound in cultivation, but also of great literary talent."
Although Gu Yuanjun was a martial artist, his soul trembled when he heard this poem.
Qiu Mingyi was also filled with admiration: "It's a pity that the martial saint specializes in martial arts. If he turns to Confucianism, he will be the reincarnation of the Confucian saint."
"If heaven does not give birth to a martial sage, the Daxuan literary world will be like a long night."
"Only the Martial Saint has such a genius and a master of both martial arts and Confucianism, who has shocked the past and the present!"
...
Everyone present agreed.
This was a bit exaggerated... He Ping'an's face felt slightly hot. Compared with Han Li, he was still a bit thin-skinned.
No, we want to be shameless, Han Li, Lao Yinbi, shameless...
Just when everyone was using their exaggerated acting skills to slap rainbow farts, a figure quietly retreated towards the bottom of the city tower.
His steps were light and his magic power was restrained, not attracting anyone's attention at all.
"Master Kunyang, where are you going?"
He Ping'an glanced at Kunyang Zhenren, who was about to leave on tiptoe, and chuckled.
Seeing that his purpose of quietly escaping was discovered, Master Kunyang shouted loudly, and all his magic power swept out. He no longer concealed his aura, and then flashed with silver light all over his body, and flashed down the stairs.
With the entire city protection formation activated, even Kunyang Zhenren could not fly in the air near the imperial city.
The only option is to use physical skills to escape.
He Ping'an smiled faintly, raised his right hand slightly, and an invisible force surged out, immediately imprisoning Master Kunyang in mid-air, unable to move.
"Dragon Riding Martial Saint, I ask myself, I have never offended you, why do you deal with me like this?"
Master Kunyang said with difficulty, all the vast mana was suppressed in his dantian by a dark golden light, unable to move at all.
"Didn't you offend me?"
You almost caused my clone's strength to be exposed, and you still dare to say that you didn't offend me?... He Ping'an looked at Master Kunyang with a half-smile, and his eyes made Master Kunyang feel a little hairy.
It is true that I have not offended you... Kunyang Master swallowed these words and thought about it carefully. If I said I offended you, it was only a little.
Even after Han Wang Zhao Zhi got the imperial flag, he himself took action against him...
But this is not a crime that can lead to death... Master Kunyang showed a hint of timidity on his face and begged for mercy: "I am indeed not thoughtful enough. Please ask Wusheng for the sake of me being a member of the human race. Save Pindao's life..."
"Who said Pindao is going to kill you?"
He Ping'an said with a smile, and Master Kunyang suddenly looked happy. With these words, it seemed that at least he would not die today.
After today, I will immediately leave Xuanyang, a place of right and wrong. As a first-class monk, wherever I go, I will be treated as a distinguished guest. It is not impossible to even become a prince.
When the time comes, I will lie drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman and wake up to take control of a state. Why not be happy?
At this moment, He Pingan's expression suddenly changed, and he said sternly: "Master Kunyang, he does not respect the orders of the Martial Saint, he is jealous of the wise, and he abandons his cultivation to serve as a warning to others!"
After the words fell, before Master Kunyang could react, He Pingan pointed the sword finger of his right hand at Master Kunyang. A ray of dark gold sword light flashed across his fingertips, instantly piercing Master Kunyang's Dantian.
"ah!"
The joy on Master Kunyang's face suddenly stopped, he let out a miserable cry, covered his lower abdomen, and fell to his knees.
The physical pain at this time was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.
His Dantian was destroyed, and his hundreds of years of cultivation were ruined.
At this time, even a ninth-grade martial artist could easily beat him up. How could he endure such a huge difference?
Moreover, as a Dragon Guard monk, he had done so many harmful things for Emperor Jiaming in the past. Now, once his cultivation is completely destroyed, countless enemies will come looking for him.
It is easy to say that life is worse than death...
He Ping'an didn't care about his life or death at all, and turned to look at Han Wang Zhao Ying: "I believe you can handle the royal affairs, so I won't worry about it anymore!"
When King Jing Zhao Zhi saw the miserable situation of Kunyang Master, he was worried, thinking that it would be his turn next.
Unexpectedly, He Ping'an actually handed over the entire matter to Han Wang Zhao Ying, which immediately gave him some hope.
He Ping'an glanced at King Jing Zhao Zhi lightly and said, "But this person's soul is going to be taken away by me!"
With a slight move of his right hand, Wu Jide's soul immediately escaped from the control of King Jing Zhao Zhi and fell into the hands of He Pingan.
"senior!"
At this moment, King Jing Zhao Zhi had not said anything, but King Zhao Ying of Han over there raised his hands and saluted and said: "This person took refuge with the younger generation in his life. Can you hand this person over to the younger generation for disposal?"
He spoke carefully for fear of irritating He Ping'an.
"Haha, are you worried that Pindao will destroy him?"
He Ping'an smiled and said, there was something in his words.
"Senior is worrying too much. Junior just thinks that senior is too busy to take care of him, so he lets him escape."
The King of Han, Zhao Ying, quickly prostrated himself and said, "I have always heard that the Dragon Riding Martial Saint hates demons very much. As long as there are demons that are harmful to people in Daxuan, he will come after hearing the news."
Zhao Ying was worried that He Ping'an was indiscriminate, so he directly killed Wu Jide.
"Don't worry, Pindao is not a person who doesn't distinguish between good and bad. He has accumulated virtue through martial arts, and Pindao has other plans..."
As He Ping'an spoke, his voice became more and more ethereal, and his figure gradually became blurred and disappeared from everyone's eyes.
"Take them all down!"
Seeing He Ping'an leaving, Zhao Ying's face straightened at this moment, and all the monks under his command immediately took action and controlled all the monks kneeling on the ground.
"Liu Aiqing, since you surrender to me, I will give you a chance to prove yourself!"
Zhao Ying raised his hand slightly, and a long knife fell in front of Liu Ding with a clang.
"Go and kill Master Kunyang!"
Zhao Ying said coldly, what he hated most was this kind of capricious villain.
When Liu Ding heard this, he picked up the long knife with an expressionless face, walked slowly to Master Kunyang, cupped his hands and said, "Master, have a good journey!"
Then with a stern look on his face, the white knife in his hand went in, the red knife came out, and he stabbed Master Kunyang straight through the chest!
Master Kunyang let out a muffled groan, and then blood spurted out from his chest, and his whole body was completely lifeless.
Later, Zhao Ying ordered everyone, including King Jing Zhao Zhi, to be imprisoned to wait for disposal.
As for Kunyang Zhenren's head, Liu Ding ordered it to be cut off and hung on the gate of the imperial city to show the head to the public.
The first-level monk was beheaded, and the entire Xuanyang City immediately exploded. All forces no longer remained neutral, and expressed their submission to Zhao Ying, either openly or secretly.
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Department of Drugs, Grass Division.
A dark golden light flickered and slowly emerged.
"came back......"
With a smile on his face, Han Li filled a cup of tea for the visitor.
"It's so exhausting. I'll never do such a thankless job again!"
He Ping'an reached out to take the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp, showing no trace of the demeanor of a dragon-riding martial saint.
Although everything was in his plan for the outcome of the dragon fight, some changes occurred in the middle, which caused him to work hard to get back on track.
In the end, he still went to the rescue in person.
Although it is not as dangerous as fighting a demon god, it is extremely taxing on one's brain and heart.
It also allowed him to see people's desire for power, even though the Martial Saint was hanging in the air, as long as he didn't appear in front of them, they still dared to give it a try.
"I said, can you please don't be a good boy when you get the benefit?"
Han Li joked: "When those people praised your literary talent just now, I saw your face smiling like a flower."
Hey, you saw through it... He Ping'an quickly concealed his embarrassment and changed the subject: "Brother Han, why have you been reluctant to show up?"
Just before, He Ping'an actually wanted to leave all the matters of fighting for the dragon to Han Li and become the hands-off shopkeeper himself.
After all, he is the ancestor of the Daxuan royal family, and no matter where he speaks, he has more say than himself.
Unexpectedly, this guy was unwilling to show up, so He Pingan had no choice but to reluctantly agree and "happily" agreed.
"My karma has not been cleared yet. If I show up, my enemies will easily come to my door."
Han Li took a sip of tea and explained.
"Is there anyone else in this world that you are afraid of?"
He Ping'an asked curiously, although Han Li has not returned to his peak, he should be at 70% to 80% strength.
"This world is far more vast and powerful than you imagine..."
Han Li was silent for a moment and then spoke slowly.
From what he said, He Ping'an knew that in addition to the True Immortal, Golden Immortal, and Immortal Emperor, there was also the legendary Taoist Ancestor Realm.
From ancient times to the present, only one person in the Taoist sect has reached this level.
In addition, there are Buddha, Demon Ancestor, Confucian Sage, Mo Sage and so on.
However, since the great changes in the world, not to mention the Dao Ancestor, even the Immortal Emperor has been hiding from the world.
Therefore, golden immortals, demon gods, etc. are the current highest realm in this world.
When Han Li was beheading the Gu Immortal, he was besieged by four demon gods. There was also a demon emperor clone who appeared nearby. Although he did not take action, the invisible and immaterial pressure penetrated his body. out.
When Han Li was dealing with the four demon gods, he had to distract himself from the sneak attacks of the demon emperor's clones, so he suffered a disastrous defeat.
"Otherwise, with my strength, even if I am defeated, I will not return seriously injured."
Han Li straightened up, and an innate confidence suddenly spread from his body.
"So, you are in the Golden Immortal Realm?"
He Ping'an thought about Han Li's cultivation level in his mind. Now it seems that Han Li must have been at least the Golden Immortal in his heyday.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to face the four demon gods calmly.
As for the realm of the Demon Emperor, it is simply impossible, otherwise he would not have been defeated by the Demon Emperor's clone and the four Demon Gods.
Not to mention being quietly poisoned by Emperor Jiaming.
This guy's fighting power is very strong... He Ping'an secretly thought in his heart, how could he survive the interference of four people of the same level and the demon emperor's clone?
This made him deeply curious about Han Li's true strength.
"That's right..."
Han Li's expression froze. He didn't expect that he had let something slip. In just a few words, this guy had deduced his true level of cultivation.
"Have you ever encountered the monks you mentioned who are Immortal Emperor and above?"
He Pingan asked curiously. He was still a little curious about this world. Where were these powerful monks hiding?
"The Dao Ancestors and his like are the top combat powers in this world. Even I have never met them."
Han Li's eyes flashed with yearning. Ever since he broke through to the Golden Immortal Realm, he had been looking for a higher-level monk.
I haven't seen it, then you are just talking about it... He Ping'an cursed in his heart, but he knew that what Han Li said was true, because he had seen it in Yi Dan Pavilion while testing the medicine. Some monks with terrifying strength.
These monks turn their hands into clouds, turn their hands into rain, move mountains and seas, and they have all kinds of magical powers and spells.
"But I know that once you break through to the realm of the Immortal Emperor, you can transcend the world and be no longer limited by your lifespan. Living forever will no longer be a dream."
Han Li explained.
"So, only those above the Immortal Emperor can be called innate monks."
He Ping'an immediately understood that the innate monk Guo Jianzheng mentioned back then originally corresponded to the realm of the Immortal Emperor.
The two chatted for a while, and through Han Li, He Pingan learned a lot about the transcendental monks that he had not understood before.
It wasn't until Han Li had nothing to say and was completely hollowed out by He Ping'an that he was considered to be let go.
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Alchemy Department, Alchemy Room.
The scorching heat filled the entire alchemy room, and the blazing flames released endless power under the alchemy furnace, wrapping the entire alchemy furnace in it.
As the medicinal liquid in the alchemy furnace slowly took shape, five golden elixirs appeared in the air. He Pingan waved with one hand, and the blazing flames were immediately absorbed into his sleeve robe.
This was the critical moment for the golden elixir to refine the evil spirits. Suddenly, the support of the spiritual fire was lost. The evil energy immediately overflowed from the golden elixir, filling the entire alchemy furnace in an instant.
Countless evil spirits rushed towards the outside of the alchemy furnace with roaring sounds.
"receive!"
He Ping'an waved his hand and fired a spell. Ten Thousand Years of Taoism poured into the alchemy furnace and took out five elixirs.
I saw that the five pills at this time had changed from the golden color just now to red and black color, with evil energy lingering on them, and they kept making whistling sounds.
"What good treasures can I get from the elixir refined from this demon fairyland dragon ball?"
"The best thing would be the twin swords of thunder!"
"It's also good for Han Li to know that Daxuan Sword Immortal is not his alone."
He Ping'an swallowed one of the pills with a hint of longing.
The elixir turned into water and evil spirits entered his body, and He Ping'an suddenly fell into a trance.
The spirit soared straight into the sky, and when the spirit settled down, it appeared in Yi Dan Pavilion.
Putting the elixir into the scale, the picture slowly emerged in front of him, and soon the life of the Dragon King and Prince Ao Jia passed through in a flash.
As the scale moves up and down, the scale gives the weight: nine taels and one penny.
Obtain reward: Fantian Seal!
Damn it, it's not a fairy sword... He Ping'an grasped it with his palm, and a square "brick" that looked like stone or jade suddenly appeared in his hand.
At the bottom of the tiles, three simple characters appeared, Fantianyin!
As the "brick" appeared, his upper body was staggered by the small brick, and he almost fell to the ground.
It wasn't until the dark golden light on He Ping'an's body shone and the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques were running that he stabilized his figure.
But the bluestone ground beneath his feet had been crushed by his feet.
"What a terrifying weight..."
He Pingan was horrified. This brick looked ordinary, but its weight should not be underestimated.
As he poured his spiritual consciousness and mana into it, the information about Fan Tianyin gradually emerged in his mind.
The Fantian Seal has great power to cover the sky and the sun, but has small power such as mustard seed and Xumiru. It can change invisibly and can be sent and received by the heart.
With the injection of mana, Fan Tianyin emits dark golden light, changing its size at will according to He Pingan's thoughts.
He Pingan's figure flashed and appeared thousands of miles outside Xuanyang City.
I saw him shout loudly: "Big!"
The entire Fantian Seal suddenly turned into a huge object with a radius of hundreds of miles. On the seal, a rich and magnificent dark golden light spread out, and it was clearly visible even thousands of miles away.
"Could there be a strange treasure born?"
Many monks were alarmed by this golden light, and immediately turned into rays of escaping light, flying towards here from outside Xuanyang City.
"fall!"
Following He Ping'an's order, Fantian Seal instantly crashed down, and the landslides and ground cracked in a radius of a hundred miles, and the entire ground sank thousands of feet downward.
The earth cracked, and countless fires spurted out from the cracks, just like the end of the world.
Such terrifying power made He Ping'an look happy. The power of this heavenly seal was much stronger than the Heavenly Demon's Blood Magic Sword.
However, at this moment, his expression suddenly tightened, his expression changed drastically, and he stretched out his hand to tap the Heavenly Seal: "Take it!"
Fan Tianyin quickly shrank, turned into a dark golden light, and fell into his hands.
"But with a random strike using Fantian Seal, 30% of the mana in my body was used..."
But at this time, he looked surprised. Looking inside his body, the mana in his dantian was already less than 70%.
I'm afraid that if he uses all his strength to do it, He Ping'an will have to use 50% of his mana.
But the power is quite strong...
After understanding the basic situation of Fan Tianyin, He Ping'an suddenly realized, isn't this just a brick?
He couldn't help but sadly think that he was getting further and further away from the path of sword immortal. Instead, he became more like a vulgar martial artist...
Weighing the Fantian Seal in his hand, he couldn't help but think of the classic saying, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of the kitchen knife, but no matter how good your kung fu is, you will be knocked down by a brick.
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Today, this brick is here.
From now on, the entire world of cultivating immortals will tremble under these bricks...
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