Thousands of years ago, Ling Zhantian, a generation of ice and fire body, almost lost his voice in the world, he was just a great sage realm, and there were countless strong people who died in Ling Zhantian's hands, including those cultivators with powerful special physiques.

"You know too much. Boy, don't extinguish your mouth yet. ”

Before Wang Ping could speak, Jin Jiao stepped back with a pair of steps, carrying the wine jar in one hand and the half-gnawed dog leg in the other.

Mo Chuan knew that Wang Ping was followed by a golden Jiao from the primeval period, but he didn't expect this golden Jiao to be able to speak, so he was stunned for a while.

"You know, just get out of here, you are not welcome in my territory in the future, and if you dare to trespass on my territory, you will not be so lucky."

Wang Ping thought about it a lot, after all, this is the territory of the Colorful Dynasty, although he has more lords here, but it is estimated that he will leave after not doing it for too long, and it is not a wise move to have a stiff relationship with the prime minister of an empire.

"You wait for me, and I will definitely take revenge."

Mo Chuan knows that he will definitely not be able to please today, Wang Ping's real combat power is far beyond his expectations, he has no victory to hold me, and it is still himself who will suffer if he continues to fight, it is not ashamed to endure for a while, the gentleman will take revenge, ten years is not too late, as long as Wang Ping is still here, there are many opportunities.

"Boy, you call it a tiger and return to the mountain! This kid will definitely retaliate, it won't be easy to deal with when the time comes, he already knows your strength, and he will definitely be prepared next time, it will be a hard battle, and if you don't get this dragon, you will have to follow you unlucky. ”

After Mo Chuan left, Jin Jiao kept complaining that Wang Ping shouldn't let him go, slaughtered him directly, burned him with a cold fire, destroyed the corpse, and said that he didn't know, no matter who asked, he gritted his teeth and didn't admit it, who would dare to act rashly without evidence?

Wang Ping smiled faintly and said, "Do you know why he targeted me?" He was afraid that I would rob his girlfriend, but you also know that I have Lan Lan, and no matter how good other women are, I won't be tempted again, so it's okay to open it. ”

"Just you? Still not tempted? You pull it, I understand the man's mind best, that is if you don't have the right opportunity, otherwise it will inevitably be a big bite, and the man who meets the beauty is the lower body that dominates the upper body, and the small head controls the big head. ”

Jin Jiao's mouth was like a crooked oil pot, with a disdainful expression, but he didn't mention Wang Ping's letting go of Mo Chuan.

"Little bunnies, come back to me, who made you lazy? If you want to have superior skills, you must work training, and if you don't train your body to be comparable to pure gold, you will always be weak in front of your opponents, let alone cultivate powerful divine power and profound spells. ”

"Boy, borrow your body and give them a demonstration."

Saying that, Jin Jiao didn't wait for Wang Ping to agree, he directly turned his hand, took out a dagger with cold light, and stabbed Wang Ping's wrist fiercely.

While!

With a loud bang, sparks shot out, and Wang Ping's wrist only had one more white spot, not even the epidermis was punctured, this was still when Wang Ping was relaxed, otherwise not even a white spot would be left.

Quiet!

There was a dead silence at the scene, the eyeballs fell to the ground, those six or seven-year-old dolls didn't count, those eighteen, nineteen or twenty-year-old teenagers had knotted their tongues, and they couldn't believe what was in front of them.

They know too well how much strength Jin Jiao has, with Jin Jiao's strength, even hard rocks can be broken with one tail, but with the help of a dagger, the point of breaking the face failed to leave a wound on Wang Ping's wrist, what kind of Cheng did Wang Ping's body reach?

"See? You bunnies, who of you can stand it if I prick you gently? It's not good to cultivate, you have already passed the best cultivation age, if you can't reach the fifth level of qi refining before the age of twenty, you will be wasted, and this life will be like this, are you willing? ”

Who wants to be mediocre all their lives? If you don't have a spiritual root, you can't cultivate, and who wants to always be at the bottom when you can cultivate? Everyone has a heroic dream in their hearts and a desire to become stronger.

These people returned to the square one after another to train, this time they didn't need Jin Jiao to train them at all, one by one it was like playing with their lives, they were all holding back a lot of energy in their hearts, Jin Jiao's words stimulated them a lot.

Wang Ping nodded secretly, although Jin Jiao's training method seems simple and rude, it is the most suitable for these unruly guys.

As for those children, Wang Ping secretly instructed Jin Jiao, don't ask them with the physique of the demon clan, after all, this requires a gradual process, besides, the physique of the demon clan itself is stronger than that of humans, they have been cultivating for I don't know how many years before, and most of the demon clan's cultivation is talented.

Jin Jiao also knew that the requirements for those children were not too strict, but its not too strict was what it thought was that compared to the training of ordinary sects, his training was too strict.

However, there are a lot of herbs in the nearby mountains, although most of them are annual or ten-year-old herbs, but it is enough to train these children so that they will not damage their bodies during training.

In addition, Jin Jiao can be regarded as dedicating himself to eating, every kind of food, every serving must be checked personally, and the nutrition must be kept up.

Compared with Jin Jiao, Wang Ping is much more relaxed, he doesn't ask at all, he just goes out and walks around every day to experience the feeling of being in Shangqingling.

These ordinary people have a respect and gratitude for Wang Ping, no matter where they go, there are girls pulling and letting them sit at home, and they have to take care of the food.

Wang Ping did not refuse, he knew that this was a way for these villagers to express their gratitude, and if he refused, it would hurt their hearts.

On this day, Wang Ping was bored in the city, and his cultivation could have already hit the nine folds of Tai Chi, and there was no need to rush to practice, in fact, this ordinary life was also a kind of cultivation, refining the heart in the red dust, and sublimating the state of mind.

If you keep killing, although the actual combat ability will be greatly improved, but there will also be killing, and when the time comes, you will be burned by immeasurable karmic fire, and once the karma is too heavy, you can't bear the burning of immeasurable karmic fire, and the joke will be big. What Wang Ping needs is to adjust his state of mind.

Jin Jiao is addicted to these boys, and the parents of these people have also sent a lot of food to this guy who is very similar to Shenlong in order to make their children happy, as for the wine, it is even more that this altar has not been drunk, and the next altar has already been delivered.