"Rubbish! Stop! A waste who doesn't even have cultivation, and he doesn't come to see his senior brother when he sees him, is it so unruly? ”

Although he spends almost all of his time cultivating, he will occasionally come out to breathe. On this day, Ping An Sheng was walking for a while from the peak where the outer disciples lived in cultivation, and walked down the peak with his head down to return to the mansion where Yang Ning was staying, when he suddenly heard an extremely arrogant and disdainful voice nearby sounding at him, and even more arrogant momentum pressed towards him.

Ping'an Sheng stopped, looked up, and saw a young man in brocade with delicate facial features, thin body, deep-set eyes, as if he had been spoiled by wine, his eyebrows were raised, his lips were a little mean, his expression was unruly, and his face was full of disdain, with two men and a woman behind him, walking towards him step by step. The cultivation of the person who came was at least the ninth level of mortal grade, and it might even reach the level of a half-step spiritual grade.

Similar things, Ping An Sheng has also encountered several times in this year, and he has also experienced this situation, as long as he does not speak up, bypasses some distance, and bows his head and leaves in the disdainful eyes of those senior brothers and sisters who insult him, under normal circumstances, they will not take any further action.

However, this time seemed to be different from previous situations, Ping An struggled to resist the suppressed momentum, slowly moving his steps to the side to bypass some distance, wanting to leave.

But when he had moved two steps, the two men and a woman who followed the young man quickly walked to his right and left, behind him, and a group of four surrounded him in the middle.

"Humph! Didn't you hear what Senior Brother Hong said just now? Are you deaf or dumb, our Senior Brother Hong let you go over and salute, that is to look up to you, you should feel supreme glory! ”

The woman who was blocking behind Ping An Sheng smiled at Senior Brother Hong and shouted at Ping An Sheng in a flattering voice.

Ping An turned his head with great difficulty, glanced coldly at the woman from the corner of his eye, silently raised his steps like lead, and slowly moved forward.

"Yo he, it was originally wasted, but now it's even more wasted, and you dare to pretend to be backbone in front of me."

As he spoke, the corners of Senior Brother Hong's mouth turned up, his eyes were full of ridicule, and the momentum he exuded did not decrease but increased, and he suddenly pressed towards Ping'ansheng.

The momentum that rushed to his face pressed the mortal-like body of Ping'an Sheng to bend forward, almost breathless. But the tenacity he had honed over the years made him grit his teeth and straighten his spine, and his hands clenched so hard that his nails had pierced his skin and sunk deep into the flesh, and drops of bright red blood dripped down his fingers onto the green grass that covered the mountain peaks.

A slight stinging pain came from the palm of his hand, and Heian Sheng used the stinging to stimulate his will, commanding his legs, which had begun to tremble, to slowly lift off the ground and slowly step forward.

"Hehe, I advise you not to hold on, bow your head to Senior Brother Hong as soon as possible, and admit your mistake. Let Senior Brother Hong forgive you for your rudeness, so that you will suffer less. Hehe......"

The man on the left and right couldn't help but laugh loudly when he saw that Ping An was stubborn and wanted to leave, and asked him to salute Senior Brother Hong and admit his mistake.

Senior Brother Hong looked at Ping An Sheng with interest, wanting to see what would happen to him next under such high pressure?

But the next moment, Senior Brother Hong's face became very ugly. Ping An Sheng didn't stop, still trying to move his feet away from them.

"Rubbish! I don't know what to do! Since you want to go, good! I'll help you with your leg so that you can get down to the foot of the peak as fast as you can. ”

Ping An Sheng's ignorance and stubbornness made Senior Brother Hong angry, and the momentum he exuded suddenly retracted, and then his figure flashed, came to Ping An Sheng's back, raised his right foot and kicked forward hard, and put one foot on Ping An Sheng's lower back, kicking him all away.

Ping An Sheng, who had been struggling to move forward, suddenly disappeared in vain as the resistance in front of him, and the whole person suddenly lost his balance and leaned forward. Then, a huge force was applied to him from behind, and the two forces were superimposed, and in an instant, he spun like a windmill and tumbled down the mountain.

"Hahaha...... What a rubbish! ”

Seeing this situation, the four of them laughed shamelessly.

"Ping Pong Bang Bang Bang ......"

It took me more than a quarter of an hour to get to the foot of the peak, and I don't know how many bushes I knocked down, how many rocks I collided with, and I didn't know how many rocks I knocked down, and I didn't know how many rocks I had knocked down.

Fortunately, in the past two years, he has cultivated the Mixed Yuan Swallowing Spiritual Technique, although he has not introduced qi into his body to cultivate spiritual energy, his physical body has strengthened a lot. When he rolled down from the mountain, Ping An Sheng tried his best to protect the vital parts of his body without injury, although a lot of blood flowed, but most of these were only skin injuries, and his body was not seriously injured.

The laughter on the mountain peak was vaguely transmitted to the foot of the peak, and Ping An Sheng got up from the ground without saying a word, spit out a mouthful of blood, and a trace of shame and anger flashed in his eyes.

The Losing Star Heaven Domain is the weak and the strong, and the strong are supreme, and he has long been deeply aware of the difficult life of survival in his young years.

Fortunately, this is in the Hall of Ten Thousand Soldiers, and the sect stipulates that the disciples in the hall are not allowed to kill their fellow disciples for no reason, otherwise they will be severely punished regardless of their identity. If this matter is placed in the outside world, the monk who is mean and cruel in his heart may be angry and kill the other person for no reason.

The back of Ping'an Sheng's departure was inexplicably a little sad. But the moment he straightened his waist, the shame and anger that flashed in his eyes dissipated, and they were replaced by a resolute and incomparable divine light.

The strong are respected, and being weak today does not mean that they will always be weak, and when they become strong in the future, this humiliation will be returned a hundredfold or a thousand times.

However, the next moment, Ping An Sheng showed a wry smile on his lips. The grass clippings on his head were all over his head, and the white outer disciple's clothes on his body were in tatters, and there were many places stained with bright red blood and broken grass, which was indescribably embarrassed.

"Hehe, my current image is too ugly, and it is too embarrassing for others to see the master's face. I don't want the master to see that as an apprentice who exists like a demon in the Ten Thousand Soldiers Hall, he is being manipulated like a beggar at will, which is too wasteful! I will not allow this! ”

Heian Sheng muttered to himself for a while, gritted his teeth to endure the pain, and walked quickly towards a small forest at the foot of the peak.

Because of his low cultivation and slightly cold background, Ping An was born in the Ten Thousand Soldiers Hall and did not meet other brothers and sisters who could talk, and in addition to cultivating hard alone, he was walking in every part of the mountain peak as his only pleasure in his spare time. Every inch of the Waimen Peak has left his footprints, so he is very familiar with the geography of the peak.

At the edge of that grove, there was a small pool, and this grove was not far from Yang Ning's residence, just enough to wash off the blood stains on his body and quickly return to his residence.

In the past two years, Yang Ning has refined a lot of spiritual weapons and exchanged a large number of cultivation resources, which may not be able to be obtained by hard work in a lifetime, a few of which are reserved for himself and Yang An, and a large part of them are spent on Ping An Sheng. Although Ping An Sheng has not yet been able to draw qi into his body, it contains terrifying energy in his body, and as long as he breaks the shackles that imprison his cultivation, he will be able to soar into the sky.

Changes in the body, as the master of the body, Heian Sheng naturally senses it, even if he has not been able to draw qi into the body until now, his body is getting stronger day by day. Yang Ning had never complained about his words that he had not made progress so far, and the cultivation resources were still constantly being found for him.

Yang Ning's wordless dedication and support made Ping An Sheng unwilling to let Yang Ning see it, no matter how much he was bullied.

Rushing into the grove quickly, he crossed the grove and came to a small waterhole that was far from the sky. The water of the pool is clear, not deep, and there are green shrubs in the reflection.

"Plop."

"Shhh

Ping An Sheng jumped on his legs and jumped into the pool, the pool water was cold, and a tingling pain came from the wounds around his body, and Ping An Sheng couldn't help baring his teeth.

Hurriedly washed up, and ran back to the residence with a cigarette.