Zhao Ping's journey to the green distribution center was not very smooth, just assassination, Zhao Ping encountered at least ten times along the way, daring to ambush Uncle Bird naturally would not show them any good face, encountering this kind of stupid monk who dared to assassinate himself, Uncle Bird almost killed one on the spot.

When he walked to the green shade distribution center, Zhao Ping had already slaughtered nearly twenty blind thieves.

However, even in Zhao Ping's murderous state, Zhao Ping was still blocked at the door of the green distribution center. Nearly two hundred monks blocked Zhao Ping and his party of more than ten people inside and out!

"Young Master Jackdaw Xuan, hand over the nameplate, otherwise you don't want to step through this door!"

"Hand over the nameplate and spare you from dying!"

"Senior Brother Zhao, forgive Senior Brother for being rude, please hand over the nameplate."

The monks who wanted to go crazy about the nameplate shouted at Uncle Bird, looking like they had already decided that Zhao Ping was the winner of the No. 7 nameplate.

Although Zhao Ping is famous in Qingzhou and ranks second on the list of outstanding people in Qingzhou, the monks present are not afraid of this at all. The young master of Jackdaw Xuan is strong, but after all, he is just a demon, and the demon is always exhausted. Is it possible that the nearly two hundred monks present can't beat a single young master of Jackdaw Xuan? Just using crowd tactics can kill Zhao Ping!

However, although the monks now had an absolute numerical advantage, they did not strike immediately.

The identity of Zhao Ping, the young master of Jackdaw Xuan, played a crucial role at this moment. Zhao Ping's noble identity made the monks who surrounded Zhao Ping and his party throw a mouse taboo, although it is said that there is a talisman in the secret realm of Yuen Long, but if Zhao Ping is killed here, it means that Zhao Ping is deprived of the qualification to participate in this battle.

It's okay to have a one-on-one heads-up, and if they lose Zhao Ping and Jackdaw Xuan, they won't say anything, they will only admit that their skills are not as good as others. But if Zhao Ping's qualification was erased because of the group fight, God knows if the jackdaw demon handsome, who inherited the demon clan's consistent style of protecting the short, would be angry if he learned of this situation.

For this reason, the monks who were ready to snatch the nameplate in Zhao Ping's hand were still in the realm of rational suppression of greed, but they had not directly killed and robbed the nameplate.

"Do you need Nake to solve it?" glanced at the monks who were blocking the road of himself and others, followed Na Ke behind Zhao Ping, stepped forward, turned his face to look at Zhao Ping and asked, his eyes were full of eager light.

As a god craftsman warship, Nake was originally born for battle, and the ancestral turtle's nest was stable and peaceful, so naturally there was no chance for Nake to make a move, which suffocated Nake, and now that it looks like this, Nake clearly has a chance to make a move.

Na Ke didn't hesitate at all, and asked Zhao Ping directly.

However, Zhao Ping shook his head and refused for Na Ke's initiative, Zhao Ping glanced back at the craftsmen and teenagers around him: "I can solve it without your help, and besides, the cause of this matter is mine, and I can solve it with my own hands to achieve the greatest deterrent effect." Then Ke, you just need to protect the library and a few of them. ”

Facing the ill-intentioned gazes of hundreds of monks, the young craftsmen had grim faces one by one, and before Zhao Ping could speak, they spontaneously surrounded Zhao Ping in the center. When the young craftsmen came out, they were all told by the elders in the family that they must protect Zhao Ping, and it is precisely because of Zhao Ping that the craftsmen have a chance to see the light of day!

In the face of nearly 200 strong onlookers, the craftsmen and teenagers were forced to take out a brown and black wooden box from their treasure bag and hold it in their palms.

The protection of the Ancestral Turtle Nest Craftsman Clan for the disciples inside and outside the clan is quite strict, and the brown and black wooden box held by the young craftsmen is also one of the best in the Craftsman Clan's secret weapon ranking!

The Poison Dragon Box, a powerful secret weapon created by the craftsmen with great effort. There are five special long needles hidden in the box, and the stone needles made of the empty moon stone are designed to break the monk's body protection qi! There is a dark groove in the middle of the stone needle, which is filled with the deadly venom of the Golden Silk Man Snake King, even if the Yuanying powerhouse is not careful, it is possible to catch its way!

"Boss Zhao, you retreat first, we will help you break the back!" Ku, who was standing in front of Zhao Ping, turned his head and looked at Zhao Ping seriously, and then turned his head again, straightened his waist and looked directly at this group of monks who were watching him and others strongly, looking like he was going to die generously.

Hearing the words of this kid Ku, Zhao Ping couldn't cry or laugh again, he was obviously the one who was protected, but he turned around to protect the person who guarded them, what is this called.

Zhao Ping shook his head helplessly, raised a hand and grabbed the back of Ku's head, Uncle Bird directly threw this heroic little ghost in the direction of Na Ke, and scolded and scolded by the way: "Damn, you don't know your precious Cheng Dù, do you know that your kid is now a person in my eyes, if you are injured somewhere, believe it or not, I will immediately run away and directly start the demon clan car and overturn all the sects present." For the sake of everyone present, and for the sake of your boy, obediently go to the back and squat! ”

Zhao Ping scolded and scolded the craftsmen clan and finally sent the group of little children with a brain behind him, and dealt with the problems of the craftsmen teenagers, Zhao Ping turned around and walked towards the monks in a circle with a smile.

"How did you know I got the number seven nameplate?"

"According to the analysis of Xianwenge, you are one of the first young powerhouses in Qingzhou to enter the secret realm of Yuen Long. At that opening, you're one of the people most likely to get the number seven nameplate! ”

Most likely? In other words, I'm not sure. Zhao Ping was slightly stunned when he heard this, and a plan suddenly floated in his heart.

The actor Zhao Ping frowned lightly under the onlookers of many monks, and rolled his eyes angrily: "No. 7 nameplate? How can you be sure that this thing is in the hands of this seat, and this seat still wants to find the moldy head of the person who got the number seven nameplate! ”

"Isn't it you? Is there any evidence? Zhao Ping's expression made the onlookers stunned at the same time.

"Evidence? No, but I know that the person who got the nameplate must have gotten it from a mouse! Damn, if I hadn't been trapped in the secret realm of the ferocious swamp, how could that nameplate be in someone else's hands! ”

Ferocious swamp? Zhao Ping's mention of this place immediately caused a lot of discussion among the monks present, listening to the meaning of the young master of Jackdaw Xuan, he seemed to want to force his way through the ferocious swamp?! And judging from his tone, this is clearly half of the forced crossing and then trapped and successfully escaped? This immediately made the monks present in an uproar, and for a while, Zhao Ping's strong style also made a small number of monks retreat.

In the Yuen Long Secret Realm, the Fierce Swamp is really notorious, it is full of dangers, almost no one dares to force this swamp, and if they want to enter the Yuen Long Secret Realm, the monks choose to go to the Wild Wolf Heights. Although the Wolf Heights is a long detour, it is far less dangerous than the ferocious swamp.

Dare to force his way across the ferocious swamp, and run back without any after being trapped for three years, the young master of Jackdaw Xuan is really a fierce man!

While the monks were discussing, a Confucian in a green shirt walked out of the crowd, and he arched his hand to Zhao Ping and said, "In the Zhuge Mirror of the Lower Nine Star Academy, first of all, congratulations to Senior Brother Zhao on his safe return from Daze!" But after all, it's about nameplates, and you can't be sloppy. Brother Fool dared to ask, Senior Brother Zhao, have you been able to swear a divine sense to prove that the No. 7 nameplate is indeed not in your hand. ”

Zhuge Jing's words called back the monks who were talking about it, and at the same time, he finally brought the topic that was almost deviated by Zhao Ping back to its place.

It's not all ragtags.

The appearance of the Zhuge Mirror of this Jindan disciple of the Nine Star Academy made Zhao Ping frown slightly, in fact, just now, the confrontation between Zhao Ping and the monks had already begun. As the original demon saint-level figure, Zhao Ping's ability to use the power of divine consciousness naturally far exceeded that of others, and only then did Zhao Ping use the power of divine consciousness to imperceptibly influence everyone present, changing the topic as much as possible, making them believe that they had indeed not obtained a nameplate.

However, this trick similar to divine consciousness hypnosis is too obscure to use after all, and the power of divine consciousness output is so small that people can hardly sense it directly, so this trick is completely ineffective for people with strong hearts and more prominent divine sense.

Regarding the questioning of this high-achieving student of the Nine Star Academy, Zhao Ping frowned slightly: "Make a divine sense vow?" Sorry, it can't be. I think you also understand that the re-oath of divine consciousness means a shackle, and if you have nothing to do to put shackles on yourself, it is easy to make the road to promotion more difficult in the future. ”

"Senior Brother Zhao can't make an oath? In this case, can I think that Senior Brother Zhao is afraid? Actually, the number seven nameplate is on you? Zhuge Jing's eyes lit up, and he asked aggressively.

"Heh, Senior Brother Zhuge has decided that the nameplate is in my hand?"

Zhuge Jing smiled slightly, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes: "Whether the nameplate is in your hand or not, I only know one thing, I want to fight with you!" You're ranked second on the list, but I'm not convinced at all. If you want to rank above me, ask me about the amazing pen in my hand first! ”

"I see, one of the two idiots of the Nine Star Academy." Hearing Zhuge Jing's unreasonable appearance, Zhao Ping was stunned, but the next moment Zhao Ping remembered the identity of the person in front of him.

Ranked fourth on the list of Qingzhou talents, from the Nine Star Academy, the crazy Confucian Zhuge Mirror with the nickname of martial arts. This is a madman, since he cultivated into Jindan and reached the sign of going out to study in the Nine Star Academy, this guy started to challenge from the last place on the list, and finally this guy hit the fourth place on the list!

"Got it? Then let's fight! The next moment, a tall brush appeared in Zhuge Mirror's hand, and a strong momentum rose from Zhuge Mirror's body, and he raised a hand and waved at Zhao Ping defiantly, and the madness of Confucianism was vividly displayed.

Listening to Zhuge Jing's provocation, Zhao Ping's face, who originally looked like he was kind and wealthy, changed, and the power of gods and demons suddenly pressed in all directions, and Uncle Bird glanced contemptuously at the martial idiot who dared to provoke himself and stretched out his claws: "Come to war?" Just you, I say you don't think too much of yourself. ”

After that, Zhao Ping looked around and looked at the group of monks who were eager to try, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "If you think the nameplate is in my hand, you can take action against me!" Whether it's a group fight or a heads-up, this seat has all been accepted! Heads-up, one of these seats picks a group of you, a group of fights, you beat one of these seats! ”

Zhao Ping smiled coldly and waved his hand violently: "Feel the arrival of fear, attack, White Rabbit Milk Candy!" ”

Hearing Zhao Ping's domineering declaration, the monks who were aroused to be ferocious immediately stumbled after hearing Zhao Ping's last words, and fell directly to a large area.

White Rabbit Milk Candy?! What the hell is this Nima?!

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