Chapter 272 Some Responsibilities

The body flipped over, and his legs swept towards Chu Ping like an iron whip, Ye Long took advantage of the situation and withdrew his arm, narrowly avoiding a catastrophe, and after his arm was withdrawn, he was still trembling lightly, and his bones seemed to be broken.

On the high platform of the cliff, all the cultivators were frightened, and secretly compared with each other, some strong people found that if they fought with Chu Ping, they were afraid of danger.

"The strength of the flesh is not weak, but that's all." The two separated again, and Chu Ping's whole body burst out with a strong divine light, but the next moment it disappeared introvertedly and returned to calm.

But his aura is even more powerful, and the aura around him is buzzing, the martial saint inheritance, taking martial arts as the way, and breaking the sky with martial arts.

In an instant, the aura exuded by Chu Ping became completely different, he stood still, it was really like a real dragon hibernating, and the two green dragons were condensed in his eyes, as if they were about to rush out.

Seeing this, Ye Long was slightly shocked in his heart, and a three-legged and two-eared black tripod flew out from the center of his eyebrows, which became larger in an instant, and the sound of chanting came from the ding, as if it had crossed over from ancient times, and the avenue trembled, peaceful and *.

The scriptures are swirling, this is the text of ancient people, vast as a mountain, majestic as the sea, with the sound of chanting, like a divine chain wrapped around Chu Ping's body, trying to keep him firmly in place.

Obviously, the black tripod held by Ye Long has an extraordinary origin, and if it can be completely controlled, it is enough to suppress all the evil things in the world.

Chu Ping tried to break free from the shackles of the scriptures, but as soon as he moved, the scriptures wrapped around him suddenly became thick like a spirit, like countless mountains pressing on him.

Running and cultivating, Ye Long made several seals, and when he landed on the black tripod, he saw the black tripod rumbling and shaking, and it became bigger in an instant, like an ancient giant beast opening its mouth to suck Chu Ping into it.

"The mystery of martial arts, how can you wait for it to be clear, and you can't help me." Chu Ping shouted angrily, and two green dragon phantoms appeared behind him, and under the entanglement of each other, they actually swallowed the surrounding scriptures into their stomachs and assimilated them.

Seeing Chu Ping break free, Ye Long secretly shouted in his heart that it was not good, and quickly changed the seal technique, and the black tripod flew out of the sky and suppressed Chu Ping.

His eyes were blazing, the lightning flashed, Chu Ping did not dodge, he faced him, his arms were spread, and he pressed on the black tripod with a bang, and he actually lifted the tripod that came from the pressure, no matter how much the tripod struggled, it was fruitless, and he was firmly held down.

Martial arts are blessed on the body, and his physique instantly becomes a lot stronger, at this moment, Chu Ping can open the mountain with one punch, and crack the ground with one kick, he teleported out with the black tripod, with a smile on his face, this is what Ye Long never expected, he never expected that the black tripod would be restrained by Chu Ping with his bare hands.

Holding the black tripod and slamming it at Ye Long, the smile on Chu Ping's face has not changed from beginning to end, it looks a little silly, but when the distance is closer, he realizes that this smile reveals a cold knife, which is extremely hideous.

Ye Long wanted to counter Chu Ping, but his cultivation was not enough, he could only control Hei Ding to this extent, and he also wanted to catch Hei Ding with his body, but he was hit hard, his body blasted out like a cannonball, his mouth sprayed blood, and his face turned pale in an instant.

The two green dragons circled behind Chu Ping, looming, he put down the tripod in his hand, and wanted to take it for his own use, but the black tripod turned into a black light, disappeared in the blink of an eye, and disappeared into Ye Long's eyebrows.

"I'm defeated." Ye Long stood up with a light cough, his face was pale, if he hadn't reacted quickly and took back the black tripod in time, I am afraid that even this tripod would have to be taken away by Chu Ping, in terms of cultivation, he was still inferior to Chu Ping.

Raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ye Long didn't have any explanation, defeat is defeat, he took one last look at Chu Ping, then turned around and walked under the martial arts arena, his back looked a little more lonely, a little bleak.

"Hey, you're strong, if you have a chance to fight again." Chu Ping smiled and shouted such a sentence, he had to admit that Ye Long was very strong.

If the two of them are evenly cultivated, it will be difficult to predict the outcome or defeat, and Chu Ping is still clear about this!

The maple leaves fell, Ye Long's figure gradually faded away, he did not continue to stay here, at this moment, he needed to calm down and think carefully, and strive to make Xiu Wei better before.

In this battle, there was no doubt that Chu Ping won, no one cheered, no one ridiculed, and the expressions of the cultivators were different.

On the central cliff, the anger in the eyes of the disciples of Van Gogh disappeared, their expressions were unusually calm, they were not depressed by Ye Long's defeat, and their eyes looked at Chu Ping with more respect, no matter where they were, the strong should be respected accordingly.

When he came, Chu Ping was indeed strong, but there was no way for him to be strong, for the honor of the family, it must be so, and he used his strength to prove to all the monks present that the Chu family was ...... No weakling!

You must understand that he has the inheritance of martial saints, and this time he came to Van Gogh, it can be described as a lot of bad luck, but he resolutely came here, regardless of his own safety, how can such a strong man not be respected?

Perhaps, some responsibilities, some things, are more important than life, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, and preferring to go to the tiger mountains.

"Haha, okay, I'll fight you." Wild laughter came from the central cliff, but I saw a beautiful woman who looked to be in her twenties stepping out of the air, but her voice was very heroic, and it sounded even rougher than that of a man.

The woman has a slender waist on her red silk feet, and when she walks out, it feels like she has come out of a mirror, which makes people feel very unreal.

"The little woman Su Manni, I hope that the son's subordinates will be merciful." The woman fell into the martial arts arena and smiled, captivating the country and the city, making many monks on the cliff stunned.

It's just that her voice is sometimes rough like a man, sometimes delicate like a girl, which makes people inscrutable and jealous.

The smile on his face was still there, the green dragon was dormant behind him, but Chu Ping was extremely wary of the woman in front of him, he could see at a glance that this woman was very strong, even a little stronger than him.

Song Qi did not stop this woman's move, obviously acquiescing.

"Heh, wheel war." With a whisper, Chu Ping's blood was vigorous, without the slightest intention of pity and pity, he flew out directly, his body soared into the air, like an eagle striking the sky, like a falling star, flowing out of a very violent aura, there was a divine flame beating on his fist, and the green dragon jumped out from behind and wrapped around his arm.

With red silk around her, Su Manni retreated instantly, choosing to avoid Chu Ping, and did not confront it head-on, she snorted coquettishly: "Why should the son be so anxious, you must know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade." ”

With a punch in the air, Chu Ping fell to the ground, with a loud bang, the martial arts arena under his feet was trampled on, and iron filings were splashed, he stared at Su Manni with a smirk, and all kinds of thoughts swirled in his heart.

Su Manni's voice became very sweet, making people feel numb all over her body, but having said that, a sharp color flashed between her eyebrows, and a red wooden bow appeared in her hand, which looked ordinary, simple and unreal, very exquisite, and she held it in her hand not big at all, as if it was tailor-made.

The wooden bow made from the trunk of a maple tree has no breath and is crudely carved, but the vivid red color is as terrifying as a magic weapon, as if it has been stained with blood.