Su Pingan and his party of four walked on the street towards Zuixian Tower, the most famous restaurant in the capital of a poor country.
"Su Pingan, I'm working for you now. You must not treat me badly when it comes to eating." Long Aotian touched his belly with his paws in Ling'er's arms and said, "I have almost five years of food from the human race."
I haven’t tasted it in a hundred years.”
Su Ping'an glanced at Long Aotian and couldn't help but smile and said: "Lan Jiao, don't worry, you will definitely have something to eat, but can you wipe the scratches at the corners of your mouth first?"
"Call me Long Aotian!"
Long Aotian wiped the sarcasm from his mouth and said dissatisfied: "You said this yourself, don't go back on it, I have to eat three... no, six cows every day!"
Su Ping'an looked at Long Aotian and had a bad feeling in his heart. In the future, his food expenses would probably increase tenfold or a hundredfold. Fortunately, during this time, he had been killing people and buying goods, and he had gained a lot, and got a lot of low-grade spirits.
Shi, he is not afraid that Long Aotian will starve him.
"When we get to Zuixian Tower, I will ask them to roast two cows for you!" Su Ping'an said with a helpless chuckle.
"Haha, thank you!" Long Aotian smiled with satisfaction.
A group of four people were walking when they suddenly found two people standing in the middle of the street in front of them, blocking their way.
These two people were Qiu Shaoke and the soldiers who led him.
When Qiu Shaoke learned that Su Pingan was entering the city, he asked the soldier to lead him to the front of Su Pingan to block Su Pingan.
When Su Ping'an saw a monk with an eighth level of foundation building blocking his way, he didn't know what kind of frightened expression he would have on his face.
Qiu Shaoke sneered and looked forward to it.
An eighth-level foundation-building monk?
Seeing Qiu Shaoke in front of him, Su Ping'an frowned slightly. This eighth-level foundation-building monk was blocking his way, and he had a strong murderous intent on his body. He was probably coming with bad intentions.
However, although Su Pingan is only a sixth-level Foundation Establishment monk now, in a real fight, he believes that he will never lose to a monk at the eighth-level Foundation Establishment. In addition, with Long Aotian, a sixth-level Foundation Establishment monk, by his side, he is naturally not afraid of a Foundation Establishment monk.
A monk of the eighth level.
Across the street, Qiu Shaoke's heart skipped a beat when he saw the four of them, Su Pingan. He had already memorized the portrait his master had given him, and he recognized Su Pingan walking among the four of them at a glance.
Didn't you say that Su Ping'an was just a fifth-level Foundation Establishment monk? Looking at this aura, he was clearly a sixth-level Foundation Establishment monk!
Of course, as a strong person at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment, he is sure to kill Su Pingan even if Su Pingan has advanced to the sixth level of Foundation Establishment. But the monster in the arms of the woman next to Su Pingan is filled with evil aura.
What happened to the demon cultivators at the sixth level of foundation building?
Mr. Qiu was not a reckless person. Seeing that Su Ping'an's strength was beyond his expectation and that there was also a sixth-level foundation-building demon cultivator by his side, he already wanted to quit.
After figuring out the relationship between Su Ping'an and this demon cultivator, it won't be too late to find an opportunity to kill him.
"This Taoist friend stopped me here, and I don't know why?" Su Ping'an didn't know what Qiu Shaoke meant, so he stepped forward and asked.
Qiu Shaoke was just trying to fool Su Ping'an with a joke and retreat first, when suddenly...
"Sir, he is the person you want to kill!" The soldier in charge of leading the way pointed at Su Pingan and said loudly.
In the eyes of this ordinary mortal soldier, he could not tell the difference between the strong and weak auras of Su Pingan and his party.
Hearing the soldier's words, Su Ping'an raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but secretly thought: "This monk wants to kill me? No wonder he exudes a strong murderous intention. However, this monk is a stranger to him, so I don't know why he wants to."
Stop yourself with murderous intent."
When Long Aotian heard that the monk was going to kill Su Pingan, he immediately broke away from Ling'er's arms and fell to the ground. Then his body became about the same size as Su Pingan, and then his eyes widened and he took a step forward. He was still waiting for Su Pingan to take him.
He went to Zuixian Tower and asked people to roast two cows for him. He was almost dying of greed, how could he waste his time here?
Qiu Shaoke's face was full of black lines. He glared at the soldier fiercely and said with a forced smile: "Shut up, don't talk nonsense. I think there is just some misunderstanding between me and this fellow Taoist."
"That can't be a misunderstanding!" The soldier pointed at Su Pingan and said loudly, "Sir, this man looks exactly like the portrait you gave the general. I will never admit my mistake!"
"..."
Qiu Shaoke's fists clenched loudly, and he wished he could slap the soldier to death on the spot to shut him up.
You are the only one who talks a lot when riding a horse!
"Don't talk nonsense. I said this is a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding. Let's go!" After Qiu Shaoke said that, he turned around and left. He couldn't care less about this idiot-like soldier.
"Sir, this man looks exactly like the one in the portrait. He is the Su Ping'an you want to kill. I absolutely admit it!" When the soldier saw that Mr. Qiu didn't believe him and said it was a misunderstanding, he took out a piece of paper from his body.
Portrait, insisted on explaining.
"They still know my name?"
Su Ping'an snatched the portrait from the soldier, opened it, and found that the person painted on it looked exactly like himself, and he immediately understood everything.
It turns out that this monk came specifically to kill him.
Su Pingan looked at Qiu Shaoke indifferently and said coldly: "Fellow Taoist, please stay. Lan Jiao, stop him!"
"Call me Long Aotian!"
Long Aotian replied dissatisfied, then he jumped in front of Qiu Shaoke and stopped Qiu Shaoke who had not gone far.
Qiu Shaoke turned around, looked at Su Pingan with an ugly expression, and asked, "Fellow Taoist, what do you mean?"
"What do you mean?" Su Pingan smiled coldly, looked at Qiu Shaoke and said, "Aren't you here specifically to kill me? Do it now."
"Why kill you? I said it was just a misunderstanding." Qiu Shaoke explained, "Fellow Taoist, you should get out of the way quickly. Fighting is prohibited in the capital of a poor country. If you do this, let the national master of the poor country know about it.
It’s not good.”
Shao Qiu pretended to be thinking about Su Pingan.
"This person not only knows my name, but also knows that I will come to the capital of a poor country. He also has a portrait of me on his hand." Su Pingan looked at Qiu Shaoke coldly and thought to himself: "I just arrived.
In the capital of a poor country, this monk is blocking his way to the restaurant, obviously he came prepared."
If he had not advanced to the sixth level of Foundation Establishment, or if he did not have Long Aotian, a sixth-level Foundation Establishment demon cultivator, the monk would probably have a different face. He might have started a fight and wanted to kill him.
Su Pingan is not a soft-hearted person, and he doesn't know who sent this monk. Since he has met him, Su Pingan cannot let him leave here alive.
As a human being, how can we guard against thieves every day?
Thinking of this, Su Ping'an sneered and said, "Fellow Taoist, it's meaningless for you to say this. Since you came to kill me, and now that I have met you, how can I let you go?"