One hundred and eighteenth palm I do not know whether to live or die
During the more than 20 years that Zhang Shijie had been a playboy in Yinling City, had he ever been called a poor man? Hearing Su Ping'an's words, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his forehead, which immediately dispersed all his reason.
When he saw that Su Ping'an was just a new face and his cultivation was only in the early stages of foundation building, Zhang Shijie immediately couldn't bear it anymore.
"Uncle Yun, help me capture this kid, I want to make him look good!" Zhang Shijie gritted his teeth and said to an old man next to him with an angry look on his face.
This monk, whom Zhang Shijie calls Yun Bo, is a late-stage foundation-building monk and is responsible for protecting Zhang Shijie's safety.
"Yes, Master!"
Yun Bo responded and rushed towards Su Ping'an on the opposite side. He was a late-stage Foundation Establishment monk, so he could easily capture an early-stage Foundation Establishment monk.
"If you can't win the auction, do you want to take action?" Su Ping'an chuckled.
Lan Jiao walked out of Yage and saw that the other party dared to attack Su Pingan. He snorted coldly and immediately punched Yun Bo.
Lan Jiao is now at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, but his strength cannot be measured by the seventh level of human cultivation.
The seventh-level foundation-building cultivation of the Jiaolong clan is at least equivalent to the ordinary ninth-level foundation-building monks of the human race. Yun Bo is just an ordinary seventh-level foundation-building monk, who is his opponent?
A punch came, and before Yun Bo could react, he was punched backwards by Lan Jiao and his internal organs were completely shattered.
Yun Bo's body hit the high platform in the center with a bang, causing the oiran Mu Dan and others on the high platform to scream in surprise.
When Zhang Shijie saw Yun Bo being killed with one punch, his expression suddenly changed, and he knew in his heart that he had made trouble. However, when he thought about the golden elixir ancestor behind him, he suddenly felt that there was nothing to be afraid of.
At this time, Zhang Shijie took out a black knife from his storage bag and spoke plausibly. The flying knife turned into a black stream of light and struck Su Ping'an.
"Soul Transforming Knife!!!"
When Su Pingan saw the black knife, he immediately exclaimed. He quickly used his spiritual power to move the black and yellow clothes on his body to resist. As soon as the black stream of light from the flying knife approached Su Pingan's body, it turned into several streaks of black energy and dissipated in the air.
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The Soul-Transforming Knife is a vicious hidden weapon refined by the Liuyu Sect, specially designed to hurt the soul. Originally, with Su Ping's cultivation level in the foundation-building period, it was absolutely impossible to block this Soul-Transforming Knife so easily, but because he was wearing a fifth-grade
The treasure Xuanhuang Yi and the Soul-Transforming Sword could not harm Su Ping'an at all.
Su Ping'an chuckled. His purpose was to find a reason to conflict with Zhang Shijie. Now that the conflict had occurred, his plan seemed to have been more than half successful.
It's up to you to decide how the rest of the script unfolds.
Su Pingan waved his right hand, and the Haoyang Sword flew out from behind and attacked Zhang Shijie. With Su Pingan's current strength, even a sword energy shot casually would not be something Zhang Shijie, a monk in the early stage of foundation building, could withstand.
Su Ping'an deliberately retained some strength, but Zhang Shijie was hit by a sword and flew several feet away, and his body fell heavily to the ground.
Later, Su Pingan came to Zhang Shijie in the air, looked at Zhang Shijie who fell on the ground, and said with a chuckle: "How dare a monk in the early stage of foundation building dare to take action against me? Today I will let you know that you can't offend me if you offend me.
What will happen to those who rise up?"
Su Pingan held the Haoyang Sword in his hand, pointing the tip of the sword at Zhang Shijie's throat, with murderous intent surging in his eyes.
"My ancestor of the Zhang family is a Golden Core monk. If you dare to kill me, my ancestor will not let you go!" Zhang Shijie looked at Su Pingan in horror and said.
Under such circumstances, he could only hope that borrowing his ancestor's name could scare Su Pingan away.
"Fellow Taoist, please don't do anything. If you have something to say, please say it!"
A middle-aged monk wearing a gray robe came from the air and said to Su Pingan. This middle-aged monk was clearly a late-stage foundation-building monk.
The middle-aged monk's name is Wei Debao, and he is the monk who guards Chenyu Luoyan Hall. With such a large property as Chenyu Luoyan Hall, it is natural that there must be monks in the late stage of foundation building to guard the place to deter those with evil intentions.
Su Ping'an sneered, ignored the gray-robed monk, and sent the Haoyang Sword forward, piercing Zhang Shijie's throat.
If you don't kill him, how can you anger Zhang Sufeng, a Jindan monk from the Zhang family?
This scholar has many evil deeds and should have died long ago. By killing him, he can be considered as eliminating harm for the people and accumulating some merit.
Everyone in Chen Yu Luo Yan Hall couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw Su Ping'an killing Zhang Shijie. Most people rushed to escape from Chen Yu Luo Yan Hall, fearing that this matter would implicate themselves.
When Wei Debao saw that Su Pingan did not listen to his dissuasion and killed Zhang Shijie directly, his expression suddenly changed. However, after all, Zhang Shijie was not from Shen Yu Luo Yan Palace, and he certainly would not risk his life because of Zhang Shijie and Su Pingan. There was no need.
"Why are you doing this?" Wei Debao shook his head helplessly and said, "You killed Zhang Shijie. I'm afraid you won't be able to leave Yinling City alive today?"
"Oh, is it possible that there really is a Golden Core monk behind this playboy?" Su Ping'an asked in fake surprise.
"His name is Zhang Shijie, and he is the most talented monk of the younger generation of the Zhang family." Wei Debao said: "Zhang Sufeng, the ancestor of the Zhang family, is a middle-stage Jindan monk!"
"So what about the Golden Core Stage monks? It was Zhang Shijie who asked people to attack me first. Even if he said it, I would be responsible." Su Pingan looked fearless and said coldly, "I am not a disciple of the Amaterasu Sect.
It’s up to anyone to do whatever they want.”
When Wei Debao heard this, his expression changed greatly and he said, "Fellow Taoist, is he a monk of Amaterasumen?"
"That's right." Su Pingan said: "I came to Yinling City just to buy some materials, but I didn't want to meet such a short-sighted dandy who tried to attack me. He really didn't want to live or die."
Wei Debao stopped talking. Neither Tianzhaomen nor the Zhang family could afford to offend him. He only hoped that this matter would not involve Chen Yuluoyan Hall.
On the other side, Sister Shiliu had already sent someone to notify the Zhang family, and then stood respectfully behind Wei Debao, looking at Su Ping'an with frightened eyes.
As expected of a disciple of a large sect, he dared to kill a Zhang family monk.
"Sister Pomegranate, right?" Su Ping'an looked at Sister Pomegranate and asked.
Sister Shiliu was so frightened by Su Pingan's question that she hurriedly replied, "Senior, just call me Nujia Shiliu."
"Now that no one bids, does this Oiran peony belong to me?" Su Ping'an asked with a smile.
"Yes, yes!" Sister Shiliu hurriedly replied: "The slave family will let her accompany senior."
Sister Shiliu hurriedly called Oiran Mudan over and asked her to stay with Su Pingan. Oiran Mudan was so scared that her whole body was trembling slightly, but she did not dare to disobey.
As for the matter of the two thousand spirit stones, Sister Shiliu didn't even dare to mention it after she knew that Su Ping'an was a disciple of the Amaterasu Sect.
If Sister Pomegranate doesn't mention it, Su Ping'an certainly won't either.
In the Chen Yu Luo Yan Hall, Su Pingan was sitting in the most luxurious pavilion, drinking wine and teasing with the oiran Peony who was clinging to him.
Lu Xueyao and Ling'er who were standing aside could only gnash their teeth as they watched, wishing to tear Su Ping'an into pieces. You scumbag, you are so devoted to your acting. If we didn't know the truth, we would have thought you were a frequent visitor to the brothel.
With the wine in hand and nephrite in his arms, Su Ping'an felt more comfortable than ever before. He couldn't help but start to reflect, had he been pushing himself too hard since he traveled through time?
Almost all of his free time was spent either cultivating or practicing drawing talismans, or studying the kendo contained in the sword pills, and he hardly ever relaxed for a day.
Although such diligence has made my cultivation improve by leaps and bounds, in the long run, I am afraid that I will have some mental problems. Ancient and modern philosophers all advocate the combination of work and rest, and there must be a certain reason for this.
For example, now, I am drinking fine wine and flirting with a beautiful woman. I immediately feel much more relaxed and my understanding of the way of the sword seems to have improved a bit.
It seems that from now on, I have to go to brothels more and relax more.