In the next few days, Jiang Ping'an followed Wang Ren while feeding the horses and studying.
There are many things that I don't understand in cultivation, and the other person can understand them at a glance, which greatly speeds up the learning process.
However, this calm only lasted four days.
On this day, someone from the Piaomiao Sect came, and Jiang Pingan was called to the back mountain.
Many geniuses stopped practicing and stared at a young man in awe.
The boy is about seventeen years old, wearing a blue gown, with a well-proportioned figure, neither fat nor thin. He holds a green sword in his arms, and his long hair is swaying gently in the wind.
As Jiang Ping'an appeared, the young man's eyes suddenly raised and stared at him.
At this moment, Jiang Ping'an felt a huge pressure. Among his peers, he had only felt this kind of pressure on Jin Lin.
"Are you Jiang Ping'an?"
Zhou Feng's dark eyes were full of indifference and coldness.
"Yes, what's the matter?" Jiang Ping looked directly at the other party quietly.
"Did you kill that idiot Ma Wei?" Zhou Feng asked.
"No." Jiang Ping'an's expression remained unchanged.
Zhou Feng drew his sword, "Regardless of whether it is true or not, that idiot has embarrassed the Piaomiao Sect. I want to get back the top ten spots and fight with me."
Jiang Ping'an frowned, "The quota selection has ended."
"The selection quota is to select the ten best people to participate in the competition for Batu County. I want to participate in the competition, but you are not worthy."
Zhou Feng suddenly drew his sword, and the terrifying sword energy split open the sky. Without any preparation, he slashed directly at Jiang Ping'an.
Jiang Ping'an wanted to escape, but found that his body was suppressed by a powerful sword energy and he couldn't escape at all!
Jiang Ping'an's face darkened, a purple-gold violent aura burst out, and he raised his hand to use the Wuji Fist to resist.
"Bang!"
As the terrifying sword energy fell, Jiang Pingan's feet plunged into the ground.
He was unable to fight back the sword energy, so he could only block it.
This man is too strong!
"Oh? No wonder he has some strength to defeat that idiot Ma Wei."
Seeing Jiang Ping'an blocking his sword, Zhou Feng's eyes flickered slightly.
He waved the sword in his hand again. This time, more than a dozen terrifying sword energies appeared at the same time, stirring up the storm and slashing at Jiang Ping'an.
Jiang Ping'an's face darkened and he attacked with all his strength.
"Bang bang!"
More than a dozen sword qi fell, and the ground was covered with sword marks. The sound was deafening. Jiang Ping'an's defense was easily broken, and the sword qi blasted on his body.
Zhou Feng put away his sword, "If you can block two of my swords before dying, you can be considered a character."
The faces of many geniuses in the back mountain were full of horror, and the hearts of those Nascent Soul Stage monks were also filled with solemnity.
This Zhou Feng has mastered swordsmanship to this level, and is almost unmatched by anyone at the same level.
Two swords ended Jiang Ping'an's life. Is this the strength of the genius of the Piaomiao Sect? It's too terrifying.
Even if Jiang Ping'an was pitiful, no one would redress his grievances even after his death.
"Ahem~"
A cough suddenly came from the dust.
Zhou Feng frowned.
After the dust dispersed, Jiang Ping'an struggled to climb out of the sword pit. His clothes were torn, blood kept pouring out of his body, and his breath was weak.
If he hadn't practiced the Body Tyrant Technique and had strong defense, this blow would have definitely killed him!
"He's not dead, that's annoying." Zhou Feng was very unhappy that the two swords didn't kill each other.
Just as he was about to draw his sword, a beautiful and mature woman stood in front of him.
"enough."
Xia Qingyi's sleeves fluttered, and her starry eyes stared at Zhou Feng, "Jiang Pingan's quota is given to you, there is no need to kill anyone."
"He is the murderer of Ma Wei." Zhou Feng said.
"evidence."
"Why do you need evidence?"
"This princess just wants to protect him, so you are worthy of telling me what to do?" Xia Qing's expression became cold, and a terrifying aura was released from her body.
Zhou Feng showed no fear, "Ninth Princess doesn't want the Piaomiao Sect to support you?"
Xia Qing's expression remained unchanged, "Ma Wei will not affect the Piaomiao Sect's thinking. If you can produce evidence that Jiang Pingan harmed people, I will naturally agree to kill Jiang Pingan, but if you can't produce it, if I can't save him, Who will dare to support me in the future?"
"Ahem~"
An old figure appeared, "Daxia has the system of Daxia, and I don't have much life left. If someone doesn't abide by the system in Daxia, I don't mind cleaning up some garbage before I die."
Wang Ren slowly helped Jiang Pingan up.
Zhou Feng's expression changed when he saw Wang Ren.
"Remember, I am the only one who has the quota this time, and my resources cannot be less than a single spiritual stone."
Zhou Feng held the sword and left. From the beginning to the end, he never looked at Jiang Ping'an.
He is just a small person and can be killed at any time. In order to avoid offending Daxia and to obtain resources, he is temporarily let go.
Participate in the Hundred Counties Tournament, and you can get a lot of rewards after winning, and you can also get a lot of resources from Xia Qing.
As for Ma Wei's death, it doesn't matter at all.
"That's too crazy." A young man complained in a low voice.
"After all, he is a disciple of the Piaomiao Sect and has crazy capital."
"This guy's strength may be among the top three among us."
The teenagers were shocked by Zhou Feng's two swords. It was just two swords, and Jiang Ping'an was seriously injured.
Perhaps only the top three geniuses are qualified to fight with him.
Wang Ren turned around and fed Jiang Ping'an, who was covered in wounds, a pill, "Can you still move?"
"Can."
Jiang Ping'an's face was expressionless, and he could not see the loss of serious injury and defeat.
"Go back and practice." Wang Ren sighed silently.
"Yes, senior."
Jiang Ping'an glanced at Zhou Feng, dragged his bloody body, and limped away.
He recalled what Xia Qing said a few days ago: When the people from the Piaomiao Sect come, you will know what it means to prey on the weak.
Yes, facing the behemoth, he had no ability to resist at all.
Even if one Ma Wei is killed, there will still be Zhou Feng. If Zhou Feng is killed, there will be others.
Jiang Ping'an clenched his fists, extremely unwilling.
The spot was snatched away, and he could only go to Pluto City as an alternate, losing the qualification to participate in the competition.
If it weren't for his strong physique, he would be a corpse now.
The bet with Xia Qing had no chance to be fulfilled, and there was no chance for Senior Wang to see his performance.
Piaomiao Sect, Zhou Feng...
Jiang Ping'an didn't yell or be hysterical.
Return to the room, recover your body and practice at the same time, just like usual.
Although I long to become stronger, I don't have any impatience. I just pursue the realm, study the exercises seriously, and practice step by step.
Practice Wujiquan during the day, learn "Thunder Flash" at night, and feed Xiaobai and Wandu Seven Star Insects when they have nothing to do.
It's like what happened before never happened.
Two months passed in a flash.
"Wood! Wood! Open the door quickly!"
A familiar voice suddenly sounded.
Jiang Pingan opened his eyes and opened the barrier.
A cute girl wearing a purple dress and a ponytail rushed in, exuding a refreshing fragrance.
Meng Jing was taken away by her mother Lei Lan two months ago. She just came back today and couldn't wait to come find Jiang Ping'an.
"Mu Mu, don't be angry. My mother taught me a lot of exercises. I will go find that guy in a while and get your spot back!"
Meng Jing didn't know where she learned about Jiang Ping'an, and she waved her pink fist very angrily.
"No need, my skills are inferior to others, so I should give up my spot." Jiang Ping'an said calmly.
"The quota is not important. What is important is that he wronged you and injured you!" Meng Jing pouted, very unhappy, with anger on her pretty face.
"My skills are just inferior to those of others." Jiang Ping'an responded calmly.
"Tch, don't act indifferent. I know you. The more indifferent you act, the angrier you will be."
Meng Jing has been with Jiang Pingan for a long time and knows him very well.
Jiang Ping'an was silent for a long time, "I will solve it myself."
"Okay, if you can't beat me, just call me. Anyway, I will always stand by your side."
Meng Jing smiled and hugged Jiang Ping'an's arm.
