Chapter 33 The Dragon King's disciples want to crook their mouths
Sitting on a treasure mountain but not using it.
This qualification has greatly improved me!
Xing Hanhan became angrier the more he thought about it.
But perhaps, he can easily give up the things he is jealous of, and his broad-mindedness and his aloof and cold temperament are exactly the charm of his junior brother.
Frankly speaking, Xing Hanhan has met many, many people who are not afraid of death in her life. Even when she first entered Huangquan Sect, she had several classmates. They were not like her who surrendered to reality, but insisted on herself upright and died standing.
Already.
This new junior brother is just one of the people I have seen in my life who is not afraid of death.
But his lack of fear of death gave him a different feeling from others, like a spotless master standing on the top of a mountain or on a cliff.
There is a firm belief in moving forward.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but be deeply moved. She looked back at Li Goudan, who had the same aloof and elegant temperament, and said, "Disciple, your aloof and aloof temperament as a scholar is fake. Look at my junior brother's character and temperament.
, the same style, but once you argue, you will know the authenticity of the two of you!"
Li Qingrou nodded, "That's what Master said."
Xing Hanhan was filled with emotion, looking at the irritating and envious new junior brother, and said: "Even senior Meng Po, who has a keen mind, praises you so much, junior brother, and praises your character."
At this time, behind them, Liu Ping and Li Qingrou, as disciples, could only stand quietly and watch and listen to the conversation between the two masters.
Li Qingrou was still taciturn. After all, if he hadn't known that she was a ruthless person in the future, Wu Lang would have been deceived by her.
Dogs that bite don't bark.
Wu Lang glanced at Li Qingrou calmly, thinking that no wonder someone died so quickly.
He sat on the second seat of the elders and looked at the sect competition below. He had passed the cultivation testing stage and had reached the next stage, the arena battle.
This is a classic sect competition, where disciples compete with each other for ranking.
Wu Lang looked at the battle below, and then at Liu Ping, "Do you think I can trust you as a teacher to pin the future of the Seventh Peak on you?"
Liu Ping's body trembled slightly. Naturally, he heard the conversation between the two masters just now. It has been lingering on him, and he even got into a dispute with the seniors of the Seventh Peak over him.
He looked at the disciple below, stood up and said: "Master, you have saved my life and changed my life. Disciple is willing to prove himself."
"Go ahead."
Wu Lang nodded, "Go down and join the competition with other disciples."
Xing Hanhan next to her frowned, hesitated for a moment, and didn't say anything. In her eyes, Liu Ping was not worthy of being a peak master's disciple. He was not qualified enough, and he might not even be able to defeat anyone below him. They were all Wu Lang's masters.
It was out of mercy that he was allowed to enter.
"That's fine, since Junior Brother wants to prove it, I will take a look at what is going on with Junior Brother who has given up his own practice to pave the way for this disciple's cultivation." She spoke and looked at this Junior Brother's disciple.
At this time, Liu Ping looked dull and honest as he walked down step by step, but no one noticed that the corners of his mouth tilted upward slightly.
The arena below.
It is the mechanism of guarding, which is divided into three types.
There are three stages for Qi training: levels one to four, levels four to seven, and levels seven to nine.
Liu Ping had just started practicing and was at the fourth level of qi training. He was walking around among the ring masters in various arenas, but the people around him looked at him and pointed at him in various ways.
Apparently, someone was curious about him.
After all, when I saw him at the elders' table, he seemed dull and honest, and when I came down, I saw that his cultivation level was only at the fourth level of Qi training.
But they didn't dare to say more, after all, his master couldn't be offended.
However, Wu Lang sat on the elders' table, looked down and said loudly: "Whoever kills this person can enter my seventh peak, replace him, and become my disciple."
Wow.
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire trial ground was in uproar and boiling instantly.
Countless people looked bright red and were eager to try.
All the disciples instantly looked at Liu Ping like wolves and tigers, with bloody and murderous intent.
The peak master of the seventh peak and his direct disciple.
This is a disciple who struggled from the bottom between life and death and transformed into a dragon. There is a line of peak masters. This kind of unparalleled power can be used as a teacher. From then on, the path to immortality is smooth.
The entire dojo was in an uproar, watching Liu Ping walking around under various arenas.
"This man, who has been standing behind the elder who spoke, is his disciple? But how can he reach the fourth level of Qi training?"
"Impossible. A direct disciple must have at least one purple cultivation qualification. The early stage of cultivation is like drinking water. It is impossible to reach this level."
...
Some disciples discussed.
The top disciples looked at each other.
They are ambitious and capable, they have never even died once, and they know more than ordinary outer disciples.
They secretly communicated: "These idiots!! This person, I'm afraid he is not a disciple, actually wants us to kill him! Even if reincarnation can be resurrected, it will also cause serious damage, and the person will be destroyed directly, and there will be no great potential anymore!"
"
"He can't be a disciple. He might have offended this senior, so he tortured him like this. If we succeed in killing him, we will..."
Listening to the discussions around him, Liu Ping's honest and honest face looked a little timid. Even before he sold cooking cakes, he was just a mortal bodyguard with some basic skills in boxing.
"I'll challenge you."
A strong man at the fourth level of Qi training stepped onto the stage.
Liu Ping's lips were chapped and he hesitated, but he still gritted his teeth and nodded, "Please advise."
Bang!
Two people fight.
During the Qi refining period, most of the time it was just a test of fists and kicks, and it was not yet to the point of mastering spells.
The two sides exchanged punches and kicks, and Liu Ping was beaten to the point of retreat after just a few moments of contact. His whole body was bruised, red and swollen, and he could only be beaten passively.
"kill him!"
"He is indeed a loser!"
"Such a person looks like a waste who cannot practice cultivation!"
"You know I'm hooked!"
"Hold on! At least hold on till I'm on top, I'll be the next one!"
...
Seeing this scene, countless people in the audience became even more excited and ridiculed.
Xing Hanhan sat high up, frowning slightly as he watched Liu Ping fall into a group of people who looked like wolves and tigers.
Somewhat strange.
Although, the junior brother deliberately stated that he had nothing to do with him, so that everyone would no longer be afraid of his background.
But why is Liu Ping so annoying?
How long had it been before countless people hated him, ridiculed him, and all kinds of sarcasm and evil thoughts came from all directions?
"I can see through Liu Ping's cultivation level at a glance. Among the fourth levels of Qi training, his combat power is average."
"But he seems to be a mortal warrior originally. With his fists and kicks combined with his current cultivation level, he can still beat this weak fourth-level Qi practitioner who was sent to test him. However, he was deliberately beaten. He was surrounded and beaten at this time.
Amid the sarcasm, something seems to be changing."
Xing Hanhan, who was sitting high up, turned his head and whispered in Wu Lang's ear: "Junior brother, what is this?"
She is very curious.
This group of white and green people with ordinary qualifications were useless at the fourth level of Qi training, and few of them could fight... In the past, she wouldn't even look at them.
Even a genius at the first level of Qi training could kill people like them at the fourth level with one move.
Although both sides were weak men fighting each other, and their combat power was even lower than the same level, why didn't Liu Ping resist?
"Sister, you said you want to see how you play, so I'll let him show it to you."
Wu Lang was very calm, knowing that it was normal for Liu Ping to arouse public anger.
Main horoscope: rotten peach blossom.
Secondary horoscope: Low eyebrows are unlucky.
These two fates added together make a poor man who is despised by others, constantly unlucky, and whose wife cheats on him, making him the most suitable candidate for this emperor's scripture.
Liu Ping is already absorbing evil thoughts, jealousy, and various emotions.
Although, this is a book that uses licking and torture as the main practice method of demonic power.
The constant stream of evil thoughts in the entire dojo, and the hundreds of people of the same realm who slander you, bully you, insult you, and laugh at you... are enough for him to undergo a small exercise, the first step in the true sense of taking the magic power.
"Is it possible that his fighting style is only to get beaten?" Xing Hanhan found it funny, "This is the lowest level of Qi training, the fourth level. It doesn't matter, as long as he can practice it."
boom!
The people around were still laughing.
Bang bang!
The man on the stage was beating Liu Ping violently.
However, Liu Ping could not be beaten to death no matter how hard he fought. He held his head to protect his vital parts, but he could always withstand it.
But the fourth-level Qi practitioner on the ring beat himself to the point of exhaustion and exhaustion.
"waste!"
"I'll be the next one." Another person jumped on the stage.
