After Zhang Ping guessed the general meaning, he raised his head and looked at the people from the sects of the cultivation realm who were still hotly discussed.

Some of them pointed their hands at Zhang Ping as they spoke, Zhang Ping frowned, he clearly felt that this group of people was discussing his life and death.

Zhang Ping's heart tightened, not that he was afraid of death. It's just that this situation makes him a little unclear about what will happen next, and makes him feel that these things are a little out of control.

He had no choice but to silently sort out the thoughts just now in his heart again, the method he had thought of before could still work, but it needed to be modified.

However, the group of sect members of the Cultivation Realm did not give Zhang Ping much time to revise the plan, and they discussed it for a while before stopping.

Immediately afterwards, an old man who looked very thin slowly walked over to Zhang Ping, Zhang Ping glanced at the old man, and his cultivation was not as high as that of the gray clothes.

So, Zhang Ping just silently watched the old man walk towards him slowly, and didn't react much.

The old man walked to the mountain rock in front of Zhang Ping and stopped, Zhang Ping could see that although the old man's cultivation was not as high as the cultivation of gray clothes, he could be regarded as one of the leaders in their sect.

After the old man stood still in front of Zhang Ping, he didn't speak immediately, but looked at Zhang Ping coldly, his eyes full of contempt.

Seeing this old man like this, Zhang Ping pretended to be timid like a mouse on a whim. Looking at the old man's cold eyes, Zhang Ping pretended to be scared and shivered fiercely.

And when the old man saw Zhang Ping so cowardly, the disdain in his eyes became even more obvious.

"Rat, let me ask you, is your world built by cultivators?" the old man opened his mouth very indifferently.

Zhang Ping pretended to be stabbed by the ice slag in the old man's indifferent words, and lowered his head tremblingly and didn't dare to speak, looking very pitiful.

When the old man saw Zhang Ping's honest and timid appearance, he asked Zhang Ping again impatiently in his frozen tone.

"This is the earth, and there are both ordinary people and cultivators here, no, but, I, I don't know if this is built by cultivators. Zhang Ping seemed to be extremely afraid, trembling and stammering as he replied.

But the old man, as if Zhang Ping's trembling cowardice pleased him, actually laughed inexplicably.

"Then how do you know how to cultivate, and what kind of thin aura do you rely on to cultivate?" the old man asked again with disdain.

"Well, this, this is known from birth. As for cultivation, we've always been like this here. "Zhang Ping is now addicted to playing cowards.

Immediately afterwards, the old man asked Zhang Ping some questions about the situation of the earth, as well as some questions about the relationship between the earth and the magic weapon.

Zhang Ping pretended to be a timid and honest coward, picking and choosing, true and false, and answered them one by one. This completely angered the group of Earth cultivators at the bottom of the valley, and some of them had even gritted their teeth.

Zhang Ping didn't care about this, he was engrossed in playing a coward, trembling to answer the old man's questions.

At the same time, he could also hide the matter of the Realm Spirit and the Boundary Immortal Grass. Anyway, it's all acting, and what he says is naturally a mixed bag.

When the old man first started, he felt quite accomplished and interesting when he looked at Zhang Ping's cowering and cowardly appearance.

As a result, this Zhang Ping became more and more trembling, and he couldn't speak clearly. Now the old man looked at Zhang Ping's cowering appearance, but he felt that he looked down on the cultivators of this earth more and more.

However, remembering his task, gray clothes gave him the request. The old man swallowed a breath of turbidity in his heart and continued to ask Zhang Ping some things about the earth.

"Do you have any treasures here, or any better magic weapons or something?" the old man asked Zhang Ping with a look of disgust.

As soon as Zhang Ping heard this, he thought to himself: This group of people in the cultivation realm who are greedy and excessive, are they really from bandits? Even if you grab something, you have to pick a good one to grab it.

So, Zhang Ping pretended not to hear what the old man said, just lowered his head, and continued to tremble and tremble to fully interpret a cowardice.

When the old man saw that Zhang Ping didn't speak, the disgust in his heart was completely exposed.

I saw him wave his hand at the man who was choking Zhang Ping's neck, and the man understood and let go of his hand. Seeing that Zhang Ping was about to fall, and saying that it was too late, the old man quickly stretched out his hand and pinched Zhang Ping's throat.

"Say it, if you don't say it, we'll kill you, and let the group of Earth cultivators below see what will happen if you disobey us. The old man said as he slowly tightened his hand around Zhang's neck.

Who knows, Zhang Ping changed his trembling appearance just now, and looked at the old man pinching his neck with a calm face, and didn't give the old man a reaction at all.

I saw that the green tendons on Zhang Ping's neck were blocked by the old man's slowly tightening hands, and they were winding and bulging like earthworms one by one.

To be honest, Zhang Ping was not afraid at all at this time. He didn't think the gray-clad man would let the old man strangle him to death.

He knew that his previous cowardly performances, that is, to deceive the brainless old man in front of him, could not deceive the gray-clothed one at all.

So, he was sure, the one in the gray coat wouldn't let him die. Even in some moments, Zhang Ping felt that his hidden cultivation had not been hidden from the gray-clothed one.

However, Zhang Ping's calm and relaxed appearance angered the old man who was holding his neck.

The old man looked at Zhang Ping's calm and relaxed appearance, and finally reacted: This kid actually dares to play tricks on me, is he tired and crooked?

"I'll give you one last chance, and say, where are all the treasures in your world? The old man said with a sneer.

When Zhang Ping heard the old man's words, he felt a little irritable in his heart.

I thought to myself: Can this old man still talk well, why do you have to hold my neck to speak? Although I can't die, it's not comfortable, okay? Why don't you try to feel like being hung in the air by someone else's neck?

However, Zhang Ping did not show this, he was still calm and relaxed.

It's just that Zhang Ping raised his head and glanced in the direction of the gray man, indicating that he didn't want to talk to this stupid old man, he wanted to talk to the gray man over there.

The old man was not stupid at this time, he followed Zhang Ping's line of sight and guessed that Zhang Ping wanted to talk to the one in gray.

However, instead of letting Zhang Ping go over and talk to the gray-clothed man, he became even more angry. Immediately furious, shouting to kill Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping thought that the old man would not let him talk to the gray-clothed man, but he didn't expect that the old man's reaction would be so violent, as if he had eaten a cannonball.