At this time, what are the intentions of the two, and He Pingyan can not know?

"What is the intention of the two of you to deceive me here?"

He Ping was secretly vigilant, but his face was silent.

"Your Excellency only understands now that it's too late!"

The man laughed.

"Leave the cultivation resources, you can go. The woman bit her lip and said softly.

The man sneered and said nothing.

He Ping was very obedient, took out a bag, snapped, and threw it at the woman's feet, which was his money bag.

The woman picked up the purse, glanced at it, and frowned.

"How?" the man asked.

The woman threw He Ping's money bag over.

The man only glanced at it, and was furious.

"I think you're killing yourself!"

"The two of you tried their best to trick me into going to such a remote place, I'm afraid they didn't plan to give me a way to live, right?" He Ping smiled bitterly.

That money bag was really all of He Ping's property, five silver coins.

He Ping really didn't want to fight, the other party had two third-layer Qi cultivators, he had only practiced the second layer of Qi, and he didn't know how to spell, how could he fight with others?

He's just a dick, a struggling casual cultivator, but he is not the protagonist of those Xiuzhen novels, who can leapfrog the challenge.

Speaking of those protagonists, one by one the cows are terrible, and the whole world is revolving around them, it's so nonsense! He Ping couldn't help but spit out.

Money is an external thing, and if you don't earn it, if you don't have people, everything is nonsense.

"This fellow Daoist, hand over the spirit stone! I'll persuade Brother Zhang again!"

The woman didn't seem to want to do anything, and whispered to advise.

"Do it, don't talk nonsense!"

The man's face was distorted, and his handsome face looked a little hideous, and he seemed to be very dissatisfied with the woman's attitude.

As he spoke, a large sword appeared in his hand. With a scorching breath of heat.

The money bags are all handed over, and the other party still doesn't let go, so let's fight! He Ping shook his head and smiled bitterly to himself.

The wind gradually rose, and the withered yellow blades of grass trembled slightly, making a wail.

In He Ping's deep eyes, a fine light flashed, and in his left hand, a willow leaf-shaped sword appeared in his hand.

"See, this kid is really cheating!"

The man rushed over, jumped up, and the great sword turned into an arc and slashed straight down.

He Ping's body was extremely dexterous, and his footsteps touched the ground, flashed to the side, and dodged the big sword.

The sword fell to the ground with a bang, and where it fell, the dead grass was ignited and smoke billowed out.

This sword actually has a strong power of fire.

He Ping didn't know any spells, not even martial arts moves, the sword stabbed out, straight to the throat of the other party, seemingly out of order, but extremely fast.

The man resisted with his sword, and the two swords collided ——, together, and the man was shocked back a step, and his body was a little embarrassed.

"What a cunning boy, he turned out to be pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!"

The man swung his sword again.

"Flame Slash!"

At this time, the flame aura of the great sword was even stronger, with a faint red glow.

The man's sword slashed down in the air, and before the sword arrived, a thick sense of heat had already hit He Ping's face.

The collision just now greatly increased He Ping's confidence, and the sword slashed from the bottom to the top.

Ding, the swords collided again, and a ball of fire fell, but it did not touch He Ping, on the contrary, the man's sword was bounced high.

The more He Ping fights, the more confident he becomes, and he practices the third layer of qi, but so, it turns out that he can also skip the level and challenge, haha!

The man became more and more frightened, He Ping's body style seemed to be ordinary, and there was no discipline in his moves, let alone any law, but it was difficult for him to resist.

The woman seemed stunned, and stood there, not coming up to help!

"What are you doing in a daze, do it!" the man snapped.

The woman hesitated, sighed lightly, and offered a slender sword, swinging it to join the battle group.

Under the attack of the two, He Ping was like a swimming fish, with a series of afterimages, interspersed between the two swords, he was still at ease.

Is these two people too vegetable, or are they too strong? The man's speed is too slow, his strength is too small, as long as the big sword collides with He Ping's sword, he will immediately deviate from the direction, and his moves will also be affected.

The woman didn't dare to confront him head-on, just wandered blindly. The male is practicing fire-based exercises, and the female should be wood-based, with a hint of wood spirit when attacking.

He Ping dodged the man's sword, the woman's long sword had already stabbed him in the shoulder, and He Ping reached out and grabbed the woman's arm.

The woman's right hand holding the sword was brought back, her left hand reached out, her palm opened, and a talisman flew out of her palm, blazing, and she shouted: "Winding technique!"

The talisman quickly burned out, and a cloud of greenery appeared around He Ping, enveloping him.

He Ping secretly said that it was not good, the green turned into a vine, writhing, and wrapped around He Ping's body, with a slight tingleness, and his mana suddenly slowed down.

"Fire Fist!"

The man roared, taking advantage of He Ping's stagnant body, and punched He Ping in the back.

Bang –

A huge momentum struck, and He Ping was knocked out, like a cannonball, with a pop, and fell far away.

The man is extremely confident in his fire fist, not to mention the second layer of Qi training, that is, the monk of the fourth layer of Qi training, if he is hit by his fire fist, he doesn't want to retreat with his whole body, and the other party has just been hit by Fei'er's winding technique, and the mana in his body cannot operate at all.

He Ping collapsed in a clump of weeds, and the burning clothes ignited a large area of weeds around him. The flames form a ring and spread out on all sides.

The man sprinted a few steps and rushed in front of He Ping, making a gesture to cut.

The power of the fire fist is not small, but he is not at ease, he always feels that that punch will not kill the other party, and he can only feel at ease by making up for a sword.

"Brother Zhang, don't!"

The woman seemed to be a little unbearable and spoke out to stop her.

"Why, does Fei'er still have a thought? If you want to let this person out, between heaven and earth, I'm afraid there will be no place for you and me to stand!"

The woman's expression was gloomy, and she bowed her head and said nothing. Brother Zhang said that he was only seeking money, but now he wants to kill people. Alas, is she also going to embark on a path of no return?

At this moment, the mutant was born, the white light flashed, and a willow leaf-shaped sword popped out of He Ping's hand, pointing directly at the man's heart.

The man wanted to retreat, but it was too late, so he could only lean to one side and block it with his sword.

Poof, blood burst out, and the man's right chest had been pierced by a sword.

The man's figure retreated sharply, and He Ping followed him.

A burst of wood aura fluctuations struck, the woman rushed over, and the sword attacked He Ping's ribs again, and he could only block it with a sword.

Ding, the woman was repulsed.

He Ping turned his sword and attacked the woman again, and the woman retreated.

He Ping swung another sword, and after forcing the woman to retreat, he was about to deal with the man, but when he turned around, he saw that the man had already retreated, ran to the horse, and flew on the horse.

"Fei'er, I'll go find someone to help!"

The man slammed his feet on the horse, and the horse whistled softly and disappeared.

All this was too sudden, He Ping didn't expect it.

The woman didn't run, her pretty face, with a touch of sadness, still attacked with a sword.

He Ping had already seen the woman's expression, and she was undoubtedly sending her to death by doing so. To be honest, He Ping was already a little moved, but when he was fighting, being merciful to the enemy was cruel to himself.

He was afraid that the woman still had a talisman, so he didn't dare to try to restrain the woman anymore, and the sword stabbed out continuously.

Poof, blood splashed, the woman's wrist was stabbed by He Ping, and the sword fell to the ground with a thud.

"You can kill me, but please, don't dishonor me!"

The woman closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her poignant expression was heart-wrenching.

He Ping put away his sword and turned to leave. On the earth, they finally got acquainted, even if they returned the favor!

"Why didn't you kill me?"

He Ping had already walked to the horse, and the pleasant voice came into his ears, and he chuckled: "Why should I kill you?"

"Because we want to kill you, we will become the king and lose the king, and now it falls into your hands, isn't it normal to be killed?"

"It's him who wants to kill me, not you!"

Although he was controlled by her, at that moment, without her words to stop him, he was already dead, how could He Ping not understand it.

He Ping smiled and was about to turn over and get on the horse.

"Wait a minute!"

The woman's voice came.

He Ping stopped, turned around and asked, "I don't know what happened to the girl?"

"Fellow Daoists can't go!"

"Why?"

"Zhang Yaohui will definitely send out a message and find someone to set up an ambush on the road, he has four or five good friends, none of whom is weaker than him, and even one has reached the fourth level of Qi training. ”

The woman was let go by He Ping, felt guilty, and reminded her.

He Ping is not a murderous person, and he can't imagine that he will escape again.

There is a kind of talisman that can transmit sound for thousands of miles, and now go out, which is really a problem. He can't get it with just one Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer, but people use spells to attack, how can he resist it?

He did kill a fourth-layer Qi cultivator, but that was because the other party was too stupid and played with his hand~ Lei, how many idiots are there?

"May I ask Miss Fei'er, are there any other exits here?"

People kindly reminded that He Ping's tone was even more polite.

"Nope. ”

He Ping scratched his head, it was a little difficult to do, it was not a way to wait here, once those guys found him, he still couldn't escape.

Zhang Yaohui will definitely come back to take revenge, the key is that He Ping's strength is not as strong as others.

"Actually......"

Fei'er bit her lip and stopped talking.

He Ping said: "If the girl has anything to say, please say it directly." ”

"In fact, the theory of the secret realm is not groundless. ”

"Oh?"

He Ping's eyes lit up.

"It is rumored that this is the location of the cave of the Qingling monks, many people have searched for it, but there are no clues, we have also been looking for it in this forest for a long time, but unfortunately there are not enough opportunities. ”

Qingling Layman, this name is a little familiar, isn't there a kind of Qingling Pill? Could it be that this person created it? There are so many people who can't find it, I'm afraid he He Ping can't do it either.

"Daoyou is a person who has a great opportunity, maybe you can find it. ”

Someone said that he had a great opportunity, He Ping couldn't help but hehe. A person with a great opportunity would be as miserable as him? A person with a great opportunity doesn't have a single spirit stone on his body, and a person with a great opportunity can't even pass the exam as an outer disciple?

"Why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing at Miss Fei'er, and I say I'm a person with great opportunities. ”

"Don't you believe it?"

"Pull it down, I don't know myself, it's just a bitter dick!"

The last few words made Fei'er a little confused, but she still asked, "Can Daoyou answer me a few questions?"

Anyway, if you can't get out, what's the point of answering a few questions?

"Just ask. ”

Fei'er said, "May I ask how many spiritual roots does Daoyou have?"

He Ping was a little embarrassed: "The most rubbish six series." ”

"May I ask Daoyou how many years of cultivation?"

"Two years. ”

"Do you know how old Fei'er is to cultivate?"

"May I ask how old Miss Fei'er is to cultivate?"

"I cultivated at the age of nine, and I think I have a good talent, and I have two out of twenty this year, and I am practicing Qi at the third level. Daoist friends have been practicing the second layer of qi for two years, how many people in the world can do it? Besides, the six-series spiritual root is known as the most rubbish spiritual root, and it is almost a hundred and a half things!"

"Why don't you ask me how I cultivated to the second level of Qi cultivation?"

"I'm talking about chance now, not about cultivation methods. ”

He Ping was shocked, in this way, the speed of his cultivation is really not slow, is what she said true? Could it be that he is also like those fantasy protagonists, who have good luck against the sky?