Jiang Ping didn't care on the surface, but in fact, he had been silently observing Zhang Keji's movements, and with his eyesight, he naturally took in Zhang Keji's small movements: "Hey, where did he get that sword from?" From the back of the ass? Jiang Ping wondered.

"Phew! Do you have water in your head? He obviously took it out of the storage bag, okay! Bai Liuli said disdainfully: "Storage bag? Isn't that thing for storage, and you can even put weapons? Jiang Ping asked like a curious baby.

It's no wonder that Jiang Ping doesn't know the role of the storage bag, although he has seen it on the Internet in his previous life, but after such a long time, those memories have long been forgotten, and besides, the things made up are still a little different from this world.

Although he had been under Shan Xiongfeng for two years, Shan Xiongfeng had been guarding against him from the beginning, so naturally he would not let Jiang Ping have too much contact with things related to cultivation, even if it was basic common sense, he didn't want Jiang Ping to know.

According to the words of the good hero, if a person comes into contact with too many new things, his ambition will swell, and only by strangling this ambition in the cradle can he ensure that his subordinates will always be his subordinates and will not fall on his head.

But how could he know that Jiang Ping's body was the soul of an adult, or a person who was accustomed to seeing novelties and was full of curiosity.

"The storage bag is actually a stable space created in a special carrier through spiritual sense, which is used to store items, not only elixirs, weapons, but even spiritual grass and food." Bai Liuli said in the tone of teaching children.

"So? Isn't that a way to stuff you in? Jiang Ping asked curiously: "Stupid! This primary storage bag is not allowed to store live animals! Bai Liuli jumped up angrily and slapped Jiang Ping's head fiercely.

"Whoosh!" Jiang Ping covered his head that was beaten, and suddenly there was a slight sound of breaking wind in his ears, Bai Liuli jumped on the branch, Jiang Ping to the side, dodging the dark red flying sword that came from the roar, Zhang Keji didn't expect Jiang Ping to easily dodge his sneak attack.

Jiang Ping saw the flying sword that had become three inches long, and knew in his heart, it seems that this bandit leader should be a qi practitioner, in the realm of qi training, the advantage of a qi practitioner is obviously greater than that of martial arts cultivation, after all, at this time, martial arts cultivation does not have any long-range offensive means, Jiang Ping is also an outlier.

"Turn!" Zhang Keji pinched the law with his hand, and the dark red flying sword of the controller turned a corner, and killed Jiang Ping again, Jiang Ping did not dare to resist the sword blade, he knew in his heart that although he was physically strong, he was far from having the ability to resist the spirit sword with his body.

What's more, now in addition to the "broken horn" magic power that Bai Liuli handed over to him, as well as the cold-edged three swords that he cultivated before, he no longer has any means to make a move, and besides, the cold-edged three swords are just ordinary martial arts, although they have the blessing of true qi, but they are still slightly insufficient to fight against innate martial arts.

The moving flying sword slashed a bloody ray in the air, Jiang Ping didn't dare to be careless, his fists were clenched, and he put on that weird posture, the muscles on his body beat rhythmically, Jiang Ping stood on the ground with one foot, and the other foot rose up to the sky, his fists were clenched back, and he pulled forward.

"Whoa! Crash! Crash! The qi and blood in Jiang Ping's body were rushing in his body, Jiang Ping jumped up, his fist was as fierce as the wind, Jiang Ping seemed to be stepping on the dragon's head, holding a pair of dragon horns in his hand, "Break!" Jiang Ping roared angrily.

Avoiding the edge of the dark red flying sword, his fists slammed into the side of the flying sword, and the huge impact force made the flying sword get out of its original trajectory and stabbed into the cliff wall fiercely, Jiang Ping seized the opportunity and stepped on the hilt of the sword, his fist wind did not stop, and he pounced towards Zhang Keji opposite him.

Zhang Keji was frightened, and wanted to urge the flying sword to turn back to defend against the enemy, but it was too late, Jiang Ping stared at Zhang Keji fiercely, with an endless posture, in the past few years of fighting, Jiang Ping deeply understood a truth, that is, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

"Chasing the wind!" Zhang Keji saw that he couldn't hope for the imperial weapon, which could show this innate martial art chasing the wind leg to confront Jiang Ping in close quarters.

Although Zhang Keji is an innate third-layer cultivator, the strength of his physical body is really incomparable to Jiang Ping, "Touch!" Click! The fists and legs intersected, the crisp sound of bones breaking sounded, Zhang Keji was beaten upside down and flew out, and his left leg drooped weakly, obviously the injury was not light, Jiang Ping saw that the close-quarters attack was effective, and wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue.

But the flying sword controlled by Zhang Keji had already been pulled out of the cliff and killed Jiang Ping's back, Jiang Ping did not dare to be careless, and had to give up the opportunity to kill Zhang Keji at close range, and instead resisted the flying sword roaring from behind.