It would be even better if they could finally defeat the Ghost Dream Son, at least the sect masters and elders in the sect would have a certain say in the Holy Land.

And more importantly, the resources are tilted, and the path of their cultivation in the future will be smoother, but these holy sons also know in their hearts, they can only go all out, and what kind of result they can have in the end, then it is up to fate.

It is inevitable that there will be casualties in the battle of Zhengyang, so the sect master of the Youmeng Sect was not stingy, and sent several of the most powerful Taishang elders in the sect to be referees, on the one hand, to announce the victory or defeat, and on the other hand, to protect the holy sons in these sects from unnecessary casualties.

Wang Ping looked at the middle of the field, and between the two holy sons, one was dressed in white and the other was dressed in a purple robe, and the two holy sons had their own means.

In addition to the magic weapon, the secret art is also the key to winning the battle, the magic weapon of the white-clothed saint is a shield, but it is different from the normal shield, it can be large or small, the edge is as sharp as a knife, it can not only block the opponent's attack, but also command the shield to attack the enemy with divine sense, which can be described as a magic weapon with both offense and defense.

The purple-robed Son is holding a hammer, and each time the hammer is swung, a purple lightning bolt strikes, and the attack power is very strong.

In terms of defense, this purple-clothed saint son also has a unique feature, there is a milky white halo in front of him, Wang Ping can see that this milky white halo is actually a defensive magic weapon, but this kind of invisible and qualitative magic weapon Wang Ping has seen it for the first time.

As the battle progressed, the purple-clothed Holy Son clearly had the upper hand, and with a swing of a hammer, the purple lightning was comparable to heavenly punishment. Although the shield magic weapon of the white-clothed saint son is very powerful, basically there is no power to fight back, and he can only defend passively, and his face is becoming more and more ugly.

And the purple-clothed saint-son is becoming more and more courageous, and there is a tendency to keep pressing and fighting, Wang Ping looked at the battle between them and felt that the purple-clothed saint-son was lost.

Don't be surprised, it's true, although the purple-clothed Holy Son seems to be very powerful, but such an attack also requires strong divine power to support, and more importantly, although the white-clothed Holy Son has been retreating, his pace is not chaotic, and his eyes are bright.

His pale face was just pretending to paralyze his opponent, he could hide it from others but not from Wang Ping, his eyes swept over the bodies of the two Wang Ping could basically judge who won and who lost, because he could see the consumption of the divine power of the two.

Sure enough, although the attack of the purple-clothed holy son was fierce, he gradually sweated on his head, and maintaining an attack of such strength required a huge amount of divine power to support, and he was now a little weak.

And at this time, although the white-clothed holy son has been retreating, but his divine power has been consumed very little, relying on the shield magic weapon, he is already gradually counterattacking.

The purple-clothed saint son also knew that he had been fooled, but it was too late to say anything now, once his divine power was exhausted, he would inevitably usher in a round of fierce attacks from his opponent, but he had no strength to practice parrying.

The white-clothed Shengzi is not only fighting strength, but also strategy, this is where he is superior, and a temporary show of weakness can usher in the dawn of the final victory, isn't this a common lure for soldiers to go deeper?

Sure enough, a quarter of an hour later, the attack of the purple-clothed saint-son gradually became weak, but the white-clothed Shengzi controlled his shield and spun and slashed towards the purple-clothed saint-son.

At the same time, the white-clothed saint-son shook his hand, and an armor-piercing shuttle flew out of his hand and fell towards the top of the purple-clothed saint-son's head.

Seeing the armor-breaking shuttle, Wang Ping couldn't help but sigh a little, the armor-piercing shuttle! My favorite magic weapon, but unfortunately the quality is too low, and it will be destroyed when it reaches the god realm, and since then, I have never used the armor-piercing shuttle, and now I see it, and I miss it in my heart.

"I throw in the towel!"

The purple-clothed saint son is also very honorable, knowing that he will undoubtedly lose, and if he continues to fight, he can only be embarrassed, so he simply admits defeat, according to the rules, as long as one party admits defeat, the other party can no longer continue to attack, otherwise he will be severely punished, and even the status of the sect in the holy land will be affected.

After watching this battle, Wang Ping couldn't help but sigh with emotion, who said that little people don't have strong strength? As long as it is used well, it is not a dream to defeat the strong with the weak.

However, he was still skeptical that the White-clothed Saint Son would be able to defeat the Ghost Dream Saint Son, after all, the Ghost Dream Saint Son had never been defeated.

After this battle, there was no battle today, because the victorious Holy Son needed time to rest and cultivate to recover and restore himself to his peak state.

These casual cultivators were also arranged in the sect by the Phantom Dream Sect, after all, it is a sect with a huge heritage and a supreme sect, and the hospitality for all the casual cultivators is quite good.

There are many houses in the Dream Sect, and each person can't use up a room, and the food in the Dream Sect is good, the meat eaten is quite precious spirit beasts, and the ratio is also very reasonable in terms of nutrition.

However, Wang Ping was different from others, after eating, he walked out of the Dream Sect under the pretense of playing, and cast the aurora step to come quickly in a hidden valley, and released Jin Jiao and Da Bai.

When it was first released, Wang Ping almost burst out laughing, it turned out that these two guys were being put away by Wang Ping in the furnace of the god of fire, and they were very bored, these two guys actually played a game of guessing the size, and as a result, Jin Jiao's face was covered with notes, and Da Bai was similar to him, and what was released was that the two guys were staring at each other because of the dice movement, and they were staring at each other and preparing to fight.

"Dead dog, Ben Long is not finished with you, that dice is obviously big, you must have done something." Jin Jiao is violent.

"Four-legged snake, you don't wronged the deity, it's obvious that you are in a hurry to lose, if you want to play tricks, just say that the deity doesn't care about winning or losing this game." Da Bai didn't give in, staring at Jin Jiao with bared teeth.

"You fart, Ben Long is like that without gambling? It's obvious that you are cheating, and you still beat a rake, do you want to be ashamed? ”

Jin Jiao's eyes were as wide as buns, and he was-for-tat with Dabai.

"Okay, okay, you two are not ashamed, if you want to eat, you have to work, go catch some game, I'll make it for you two, obviously you are beasts but you have to eat cooked food, isn't this bothering me?"

Wang Ping can only be a peacemaker in the middle of the two, after all, just because of guessing the size, if their family fights, it will be spectacular. It can only be resolved by eating.

After listening to Wang Ping's words, the two guys disappeared with a swish, leaving Wang Ping alone in a daze.