Hearing the conversation between Li Qiu and Tao Zi'an, Wang Zhiping's eyes secretly flashed with a touch of resentment and jealousy.

He broke through to the bone strengthening stage earlier than Tao Zi'an last night, but when he heard this conversation, his heart was full of resentment and did not have the slightest joy.

He started ten years earlier than Tao Zi'an, and he also had the two blood clotting pills that Tao Zi'an had.

I practice diligently every day and almost stay at home, working harder than Tao Zi'an.

He also took a great risk to refine medicine with living people, and drank so many heart-dedicating soups, among which there were many martial artists who were used by him to refine medicine, and last night he even trained Cao Shao, a martial artist in the meat training period, to exhaust blood soup and take it.

In the end, it was only half a month earlier than Tao Zi'an to break through, and Wang Zhiping felt a strong resentment in his heart.

Heaven is unfair! Why did he do this, so that he was born so poorly!

People in the world often say that diligence can make up for clumsiness, but why is his qualification so poor that no matter how hard he works, he can't make up for the gap with others!

When Tao Zi'an was accepted as an apprentice by Chen Mao, Wang Zhiping could still treat him calmly, but he felt a little frustrated and discouraged because his qualifications were slightly inferior to him.

One day a few years ago, Wang Zhiping inadvertently obtained a prescription for a decoction of heart, which could speed up the practice of martial artists.

Wang Zhiping tried his best to restrain himself from borrowing the idea of practicing with exhaustive heart, he knew that this was a demonic method, harming others and himself, and he must not get involved in the slightest.

Once it is touched, the desire will be out of control like a river bursting its banks, and it will never be able to stop until it is controlled by the soup of exhaustion, and completely falls into the devil's path, becoming a cold-blooded and ruthless human demon who kills countless people.

After some hesitation, Wang Zhiping made up his mind to burn the prescription, and decided that even if his strength entered the country slowly, he could not follow the crooked path, and exchanged other people's lives for his own practice speed.

But after Cao Shao appeared and was accepted as an apprentice by Chen Mao, Wang Zhiping collapsed.

The strength is comparable to that of a martial artist in the late stage of the strong tendon period.

When he was promoted to the late stage of the strong tendon period, he was already in his forties and fifties and had been practicing martial arts for decades.

In contrast, sixteen-year-old Cao Shao has not practiced martial arts for a day, and relies on the bloodline of the martial saint.

At that moment, Wang Zhiping felt that diligence could make up for his clumsiness, martial arts diligence came first, and everything was fake!

His mentality was unbalanced, and he couldn't suppress his desires, so he began to secretly catch people to refine his heart soup and speed up his practice.

Although the prescription for the heart-deprehensible decoction that he got by chance was burned, Wang Zhiping looked at the prescription and hesitated for too long, and he had inadvertently written down the contents of the prescription.

At the beginning, he grasped ordinary people to refine his heart, and his practice speed did improve.

But soon he felt dissatisfied, and wanted to catch the martial artist to practice, and the martial artist's qi and blood were stronger and the medicinal power was stronger.

When the blood of ordinary martial artists could no longer satisfy Wang Zhiping, he set his sights on Cao Shao.

But he was still hesitant at the time.

Because no matter whether Cao Shao only respects him on the surface or not, at least he is also a fellow brother of the same master, and he usually looks down and does not look up to see the senior brother who has called him for three years.

It doesn't matter if he uses an unknown outsider to practice, if he kills his fellow disciples, let the master know how to look at him.

It wasn't until dozens of days ago that Li Qiu appeared, showing this Cao Shao's even more terrifying martial arts qualifications, which once again stimulated Wang Zhiping.

A few days later, Chen Mao left the martial arts hall to help Guan Hao, and the opportunity was rare, Wang Zhiping no longer hesitated, and attacked Cao Shao.

Most of Cao Shao's whole body qi and blood were practiced by him into a heart-to-heart soup, and after taking it, his practice speed had never been as fast as last night, and even taking the Blood Clotting Pill some time ago was far behind.

allowed him to successfully break through the meat training period and promote the bone strengthening period, Wang Zhiping was overjoyed and excited all night.

But he didn't want to get up this morning, he heard the news that Tao Zi'an was also about to be promoted to the bone strengthening stage.

"Congratulations, junior brother. ”

Wang Zhiping's eyes swept over Tao Zi'an and Li Qiu, congratulating Tao Zi'an with a smile on the surface, but his heart was full of evil thoughts.

"I need more Heart-Burning Soup! More Heart-Burning Soup made by powerful martial artists!"

At the dinner table, Li Qiu had a smile on his face and glanced at Wang Zhiping secretly.

I always felt that Wang Zhiping's gaze at him just now was a little wrong.

He was naturally sensitive to other people's eyes, and Wang Zhiping seemed to have some ill intentions when his gaze swept over him just now.

"Is it a delusion?"

Li Qiu was a little puzzled, and secretly became wary of Wang Zhiping in his heart.

After eating, the people of the martial arts hall split up and continued to look for Cao Shao's traces in Shangjiang City.

Li Qiu walked alone in the direction of the yamen, intending to find Wang Bochao to ask about the situation of the yin ghost outside the city.

As he walked through the streets, he suddenly noticed that someone seemed to be following him, and a line of sight followed him closely behind him.

When Li Qiu turned the corner, he glanced at it with his eyes and found a tall and thin man in a brocade robe, with a fierce aura between his eyebrows, and a long sword in his hand following him.

He pretended to be unaware and deliberately walked down the middle of nowhere.

When he was eating at the restaurant yesterday, Li Qiu specially inquired about the Spirit Snake Martial Arts Hall and the Barbarian Elephant Martial Arts Hall.

The characteristics of the man following him behind him were very consistent with Yang Nan, the third disciple of Jin Li, the owner of the Spirit Snake Martial Arts Pavilion.

It is impossible to bump into it on the street so coincidentally, it must be another assassination attempt against him by the Spirit Snake Martial Arts Gym.

It seems that the Spirit Snake Martial Arts Pavilion did not suspect Wu Yi's disappearance on him, and it should be linked to Cao Shao's disappearance.

Otherwise, he would not have sent a Yang Nan, who was weaker than Wu Yi, to assassinate him for the second time.

Yang Nan watched Li Qiu walk into the remote alley, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes looked left and right vigilantly, and after finding that no one was paying attention, he followed Li Qiu into the alley.

"If you don't go to heaven, there is no door to hell, you want to break through, today you should die in my hands as a descendant of the martial saint!"

Yang Nan looked at Li Qiu's back, his eyes were grim, his face was wearing a black scarf, and he stepped out of his feet, killing Li Qiu like a ghost.

Airplanes!

The long sword was unsheathed, emitting a crisp sword groan.

A thick murderous aura instantly filled the entire alley, and the air seemed to freeze.

Without a word of nonsense, Yang Nan held the long sword with a fierce gaze, jumped up with a step under his feet, and the sword flashed like an electric cold light, stabbing towards Li Qiu's vest.

Li Qiu didn't reply, his body moved, he staggered to dodge, and staggered past Yang Nan.

Yang Nan fell to the ground and turned to look at Li Qiu, his expression stunned, his eyes were surprised, as if he had seen something incredible.

He didn't expect that Li Qiu would be able to dodge his sword.

"What's going on, is that sword a coincidence?"

Doubts appeared in Yang Nan's heart, and then he left them behind, and stepped out of his sword with a fierce expression to attack Li Qiu.

Since the assassination can't be done, then kill by force!

Yang Nan didn't believe that Li Qiu, who had only eaten two Blood Clotting Pills after only practicing martial arts for a few days, would be his opponent.

The descendants of the Martial Saint inherit the bloodline of the Martial Saint, which does not mean that they also inherit the strength of the Martial Saint.

A cold momentum locked on Li Qiu, Li Qiu's face did not fluctuate, seeing Yang Nan killing him instead of retreating, he jumped to meet him, and attacked Yang Nan with his fist.