I saw that Lu Junhua was chanting words in his mouth, and his hands were constantly waving, forming a large energy circle in front of him, and the surrounding energy gathered around him at a very fast speed, drilling through every pore of him, once again filling his body with strength.

Lu Junhua intends to make a desperate bet, and this time he can only win, not lose.

"Huh!"

With a loud roar, the spiritual power in Lu Junhua's hand rushed out of his arm, condensed into a spiritual power chain, and rushed towards Zhang Ping's direction like a giant python.

Although the offensive is fierce, there is always a time when it is not caught.

When he was about to approach Zhang Ping, the chain condensed with spiritual power suddenly stopped, as if it was grabbed by an invisible big hand, and it could no longer move forward even an inch of distance.

Zhang Ping blinked, stretched out two fingers in his right hand, and slowly clamped the chain, and the index finger and middle finger used a little force, directly clamping the chain into pieces.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, the chain shattered into a flying spiritual power butterfly, which slowly dissipated in mid-air, and in a few breaths, there was not a trace of it.

"It's not bad to be able to cultivate your own natal weapon, but your distracting thoughts are too much, and they will eventually become a stumbling block to your cultivation. ”

Zhang Ping gave Lu Junhua affirmation, but at the same time gave him a slap in the face.

Every cultivator has his own natal weapon, and when he cultivates to a certain realm, it will naturally appear, Lu Junhua can have his own natal weapon so quickly, he should have used a certain forbidden technique, otherwise there would be no such situation at all.

And his natal weapon is so fragile, Zhang Ping only used thirty percent of his strength to crush him, if he went to the place where those immortals were like clouds in his previous life, I am afraid that it would not be enough to die ten thousand times.

This guy didn't even set foot in the Na Ling Realm, so he couldn't wait to cultivate his natal weapon, which was extremely stupid.

Zhang Ping just crushed it, not because he couldn't get used to Lu Junhua's actions, but this kind of natal weapon, there is almost no difference between it and not, it is better to crush it, Lu Junhua may have other creations.

The natal weapon was destroyed, and Lu Junhua, as the master, was naturally affected by a certain degree of backlash, and he directly sprayed a mouthful of blood from his mouth, staining the leaves next to him red, and at the same time, the blood and qi surged, making his vision red.

"How can you be so vicious and destroy my hard-earned natal weapon? Do you know how much I paid to forge this chain?"

Lu Junhua's eyes burst red, as if his heart had been punched, and at the same time, there was endless remorse in his heart, why did he want to compete with the young man in front of him? Why did he sacrifice his natal weapon knowing that the other party was strong?

But there are all kinds of medicines in this world, but there are no regret medicines.

"Your heart is not pure, and this natal weapon is useless, I believe you should know it in your heart. Zhang Ping frowned, he didn't know why the other party was so angry, but the natal weapon was like a chicken rib, it was tasteless to eat, and it was a pity to abandon it, it was better to destroy it himself, and it would save him from hesitation.

"What do you know? The natal treasure is closely related to the monk, without the natal weapon, how can you be called an immortal cultivator?"

Lu Junhua is stubborn, but when he said these words, he showed his doubts, he had completely fallen into obsession, putting the cart before the horse, eager for quick success, but walked into a dead end.

Zhang Ping looked at his red eyes, and then listened to his words, he couldn't help but think of the situation in his cultivation realm, and the situation of quick success and quick profit was also very serious, but in that era when the strong man was king, quick success and quick profit were nothing at all.

As long as your fists are hard enough, as long as your heart is ruthless enough, as long as your power is big enough, whether it is money or glory and wealth, whether it is a beautiful woman who has captivated the city and the country, or a rare rare and exotic grass, someone will give you both hands.

On the contrary, if you are weak and bullying, and your fists are not strong enough, you can only be trampled under the feet of others and become a stepping stone for those who are strong.

"Do you think you and I are stronger, who is stronger and who is weaker?" Zhang Ping asked rhetorically.

This sentence made Lu Junhua a little confused, although he didn't want to admit it, but the other party was indeed stronger than him, and even his own master, I am afraid that he was not his opponent.

With all his strength, the other party easily defused it, and he didn't even use the official magic power, and he let himself fall short in an understatement, what kind of cultivation is this?

"You are indeed stronger than me, the winner is king, and the loser is the loser, I, Lu Junhua, admit it. ”

Moreover, Lu Junhua also saw that Zhang Ping's spiritual power was very pure, thousands of times better than his own.

To be honest, Lu Junhua was very envious of Zhang Ping for being able to have such pure spiritual power, and the spiritual power in his body was simply the difference between genuine and copycat.

"I don't have a natal weapon right now, but as long as I have such an idea, it will be easy to get a natal weapon, but I would rather lack it than abuse it, do you know what I mean?"

What Zhang Ping pursued all his life was nothing more than to cross the tribulation and ascend, so he would rather lack than overuse, and strive to pave every step of the way, so that when he crossed the tribulation and ascended, he could reduce the occurrence of accidents.

"What do you mean......"

The so-called word woke up the dreamer, Lu Junhua's eyes widened, as if the fog in his heart was dispelled by the sun.

"So that's it, that's how it is......" Lu Junhua seemed to be crazy, "When I forcibly used the forbidden technique and summoned the natal weapon, the master stopped me, but I insisted on going my own way and never listened to his old man's opinion, now that I think about it, I really regret not being at the beginning!"

In fact, after summoning the natal weapon, Lu Junhua also vaguely felt that with his cultivation, the realm became more and more unstable, but Lu Junhua himself deliberately ignored it, and in the end deceived himself.

"Actually, it's still too late for you to stop now, the natal weapon is gone, it's gone, concentrate on cultivation, don't go through those crooked ways, in this way, you may have a chance to go further. Zhang Ping said.

Lu Junhua lowered his head and thought for a while, he was now in a dead end, the natal weapon was something he had worked so hard to get, but the natal weapon did not bring him much benefit, so he was also extremely entangled in the past, whether to destroy the natal weapon and re-practice.

However, he thought about it for several years, but he never made up his mind, and his indecisive personality eventually became a stumbling block on his path to cultivating immortals.

Zhang Ping walked over and helped him up, he didn't use much strength just now, the reason why Lu Junhua was so weak must have something to do with his use of forbidden arts.

"Thank you!" was as arrogant as Lu Junhua, and even said thank you.

"Mr. Zhang wants to know about the final prize of this chef competition...... It's not convenient to talk here, so let's go in and talk. ”

Lu Junhua looked around, his guard was very heavy, even on his own territory, he always felt that his surroundings were not safe, and he always felt that there was always a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark.

The three of them walked through a corridor and came directly to a closed and wide room, which was very clean and spotless, and it was a world of difference from the small courtyard where the three of them had just stayed.