Jiang Ping'an sat on the stone and watched as monks came to kill him and inject the law of destruction and the power of thunder into the soul silk.
The soul silk turned into a black light at an extremely fast speed. The monk did not react at all. The soul and head were destroyed by the law of destruction.
With a flash of light, the monk disappeared. When he recovered, he had already arrived at the spectator stand.
"I was actually killed! I am a strong man in the late stage of refining the void!"
The monk shouted in shock, "I found a hidden fierce man! Although he is injured, his combat power is not inferior to that of ordinary strong men in the integration stage!"
The eliminated monk next to him rolled his eyes at this person and said, "Don't make excuses for yourself. If you are eliminated, you will be eliminated. I even said that I was killed by You Qianqiu."
"Really! That man is really strong!"
The monk explained seriously.
"Ah, yes, yes."
The monk next to him ignored this person.
This monk was extremely aggrieved. That man was really strong. He really didn't lie.
The surrounding disciples continued to watch and discuss.
"I bet on Shen Tuyi to win first place, and I hope he won't let me down."
"I feel that in this kind of melee, Ran Hongchen, who has innate magical powers, is stronger. She controls the mirror image to fight and can pull people into the mirror image. In the mirror image, she is invincible."
"You Qianqiu got three soul silks from somewhere. With the help of the soul silks, who can defeat him? He will definitely win the championship!"
Everyone's focus is almost on those geniuses.
Basically no one pays attention to the injured Jiang Ping'an.
Jiang Ping'an solved a person, and a number appeared above his head.
【one】.
It just represents a contribution point.
Jiang Ping'an is not in a hurry about this. He will wait for the group of people to finish fighting before competing for their contribution points.
This is much easier than killing them one by one.
The soul silk flew back and wrapped around his fingers.
Just as Jiang Ping'an put away the soul silk, he suddenly noticed something and looked back.
Two streams of light flashed past, and two slender bodies appeared in front of them.
It's Ye Wuqing and Roy.
I don’t know how the two of them found such a large space in the Immortal Pavilion.
"Boss, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing that Jiang Ping'an's aura was not right, Ye Wuqing's expression changed drastically.
Why is it that every time I am separated from my boss, he always gets hurt?
"It's a small thing." Jiang Ping'an said calmly.
"Is this a trivial matter? You have clearly damaged your foundation. If this is not treated in time, you will become a cripple!"
Roy next to him was very shocked. What on earth had this guy gone through to actually damage his foundation.
"When this battle in the Immortal Pavilion is over, you can earn contribution points to buy elixirs. It'll be fine."
Jiang Pingan said.
"It's hard to survive in your current state. You still want to earn contribution points?"
Roy Changzi would not hide his thoughts at all, "Your injury requires the Nine-turning Universe Pill to heal. A Nine-turning Universe Pill costs 300,000 contribution points."
Hearing this huge number, Ye Qingqing clenched the sword in his hand, "Boss, I will protect you and help you earn contribution points."
"No, just go ahead and do what you are supposed to do. How can those people come to deal with me when you are here?"
Jiang Ping'an was sitting here, and those people must have been moved when they saw him injured.
Roy next to him puffed out his chest and said, "For the sake of you being the boss of Ye Qingqing, I will work hard this time and earn more contribution points, and I will collect a Nine-turn Universe Pill for you later."
"Thank you, no need."
Jiang Ping'an doesn't want to owe favors, and debts of favor are the hardest to repay.
Roy didn't listen at all. He took Ye Wuqing's hand and said, "Let's go, Wu Qing, I will take you to earn contribution points."
Ye Wuqing did not resist the other party. The only one who can save the boss now is Roy.
In the current state of the boss, even if he survives to the end, he will not be able to earn too many contribution points.
Jiang Pingan sat quietly on the stool, preparing to take the initiative at the last moment and kill those monks with high points.
However, fate never goes as planned.
Roy and Ye Qingwu, who had just left, flew back, and a group of monks attacked them.
"You guys from the Discipline Department! You blatantly violated the rules and worked together as a team!"
Roy roared angrily.
"We didn't form a group, we just happened to meet each other and wanted to get rid of you."
The monks from the Discipline Department used top-notch spells and beat Roy back repeatedly.
"Hey, isn't that person Jiang Ping'an?"
A disciple from the Discipline Department noticed Jiang Ping'an below.
"Just in time to solve it together! All enemies of the Discipline Department must die!"
A strong man in the late stage of Void Refining used the Fist of Judgment and launched an attack on Jiang Ping'an.
Huge fists gathered in the sky above Jiang Ping'an.
"Boss! Let's go!"
Ye Qingqing decisively rushed under his fist and blew himself up without giving Jiang Ping'an a chance to speak.
Ye Wusing's realm is low. Even though he has broken through to the realm of refining the void, he still has little fighting power.
He could only use the ability generated by self-destruction to delay the enemy's attack and give Jiang Ping'an a chance to leave.
"Boom~"
Ye Wuqing's body exploded, delaying the condensed fist of judgment for a moment and offsetting a little pressure.
Jiang Ping'an took this opportunity to disappear from the spot and dodge the punch.
"Bah~ damn bitch."
The disciples of the Discipline Department were very angry when they saw that Jiang Ping'an had successfully avoided it.
This punch wasted a lot of spiritual energy, but it failed to deal with Jiang Ping'an. It was all because of that trash who was nosy.
Jiang Ping'an clenched his fists and stared at the opponent coldly, "If you don't want your bad mouth, you can sew it up."
"Are you worthy of teaching me a lesson? I just scolded me, damn bitch, damn bitch, damn bitch, what can you do to me?"
The Discipline Department enforcer cursed and rushed towards Jiang Ping'an.
Although Roy, who was under siege, noticed this scene, there was nothing he could do as she was held back.
This disciple of the Discipline Department was extremely fast. He rushed in front of Jiang Ping'an in an instant, raised his fist and hit him.
"Follow that bitch and die!"
"Bang!"
Jiang Ping'an punched the opponent in the face and hit him hard on the ground. The ground shook and dust flew up.
Feeling the pain on his face, the Discipline Department disciple's eyes widened with disbelief on his face, and he was greatly shocked in his heart.
How can this be?
He is obviously a strong man in the late stage of Xuren refining, how could he be punched to the ground by the opponent?
He wanted to get up and fight back, but found that he was pressed to the ground by a terrifying mental force, unable to move at all.
Jiang Ping'an raised his fist and punched the opponent's mouth, one punch, two punches...
"I told you to scold me! I told you to scold me!"
The Discipline Department enforcer's teeth were knocked out, his nose was collapsed, his face became blurred, and his eyes were punched out.
But he's not dead.
Jiang Ping'an could kill him with one punch, but he didn't want this man to die just like that.
The other monks from the Department of Discipline were shocked.
what happened?
How come the one who fell was someone from their Discipline Department?
Roy was extremely shocked when he saw this scene.
Jiang Ping'an was obviously injured, yet he was still so strong.
Two more disciples from the Discipline Department came and killed Jiang Ping'an.
"Careful! Run!"
Roy yelled a reminder.
Jiang Pingan didn't seem to hear it. He pressed on the monk in front of him and punched him, venting his anger.
Two monks have arrived behind Jiang Ping'an.
"It's over."
Roy didn't expect that Jiang Ping'an, who seemed so calm, would have such a violent side.
