The young man with the scar was holding a short axe, rushed in front of Lao Gu, flew up, and kicked Lao Gu to the ground.

The bald man held an iron rod in his hand, held one end with both hands, and waved it violently. With the sound of whirring wind, the iron rod smashed into He Ping's head.

He Ping frowned, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't dodge.

Bang –

The iron rod hit the back of He Ping's head, but He Ping didn't move at all, but the bald man was shocked and his palms hurt.

"This kid knows the golden bell jar, come and help!"

The bald man shouted.

He Ping moved at this time, his figure flashed, and he had already come to the young man with the scar.

The scarred youth kicked Lao Gu down, rushed forward two more steps, bent down, raised the short axe, aimed at Lao Gu's neck, and stabbed it downward.

Suddenly, an iron hand grasped his wrist, and a tremendous force came along the palm, making him unable to move. The hand twisted suddenly, and the scarred young man's arm was bent backwards, and with a click, it was broken.

Ahh

The young man with the scar let out a scream.

Before the screams fell, a big foot kicked in the face, kicking the scarred youth into the air. The body of the young man with the scar flipped in the air, and with a snap, he fell down the slope by the side of the road, and rolled into the weedy ditch without a sound.

All this happened so fast that the bald man had just arrived, and Scar had already fallen into the ditch. The bald man's eyes twitched a few times, but he still raised the iron rod and smashed it hard.

He Ping didn't raise his eyes, his arm stretched out, grabbed the tip of the iron rod lightly, and gently pulled it back. The bald man didn't react at all, and stumbled in front of He Ping. He was greeted by a big foot that struck the bald man in the abdomen and kicked him flying.

The bald man's body was in the shape of a shrimp, flying out like a cannonball, and his hands could no longer hold the iron rod.

With a bang, the iron rod fell into the grass.

Smack-

The bald man slapped flat on the road, his body rolled a few times, and blood mixed with pieces of internal organs spurted out of his mouth.

The bald man raised his head with difficulty, and found that He Ping had come to him, and raised the iron rod in his hand.

The iron rod slammed down and aimed at the shiny bald head. The bald man was so frightened that he raised his arm to block it.

With a bang, the bald man's arm was broken, the bald head cracked, and the red powder splashed all over the ground, like countless pink flowers.

By this time, none of these people knew that they had met a ruthless person? The other two guys who had rushed over had already panicked, turned around and ran.

An old man with gray hair threw away the short knife in his hand, and with a pop, jumped into the ditch, and crawled into the cornfield more than a man high next to him.

The other was a somewhat thin middle-aged man, holding a sword more than three feet long, and the direction he chose was the hill next to him. At this moment, the thin middle-aged man hunched his waist, grabbed the thorns in his hands, and climbed frantically towards the hill.

He Ping barely touched the ground with his feet, and jumped behind the middle-aged man after a few ups and downs. The middle-aged man noticed that there was someone behind him, his face turned pale, and he trembled: "My lord, spare my life, I still have ...... at home."

Click-

He Ping punched the middle-aged man in the back. The middle-aged man puffed and lay on the rock, feeling that his legs were no longer numerous

It was useless to beg for mercy, but he didn't want to die! The middle-aged man grabbed the crack in the stone with both hands, struggled to climb forward, and his fingertips pulled out blood, but he didn't feel pain.

He Ping punched the middle-aged man in the back again. The middle-aged man spurted out three mouthfuls of blood one after another, released his palm, snorted, and slid down the mountain. This person is no longer saved, He Ping's punch just now has broken several of his ribs, and a rib has been inserted into his heart.

He Ping's body rose into the air, like a big bird, and with a bang, it landed on the road, stepping on the ground with two deep footprints.

The gray-haired old man had already burrowed into the cornfield, his eyes half-closed, his hands in front of him, and he ran for his life against the tiny jagged leaves.

The one behind him was not a man at all, it was a demon! Although he had killed people more than once, it was the first time he had seen a murderer like the other party! Hurry up and run, as long as he ran to a place where he could not find it.

Snort –

The old man felt a chill under his ribs, and it seemed that a gust of wind blew in. There was a commotion, and something seemed to have fallen from the old man's side. The old man looked down and saw that he had a lot of intestines hanging from his body, and the red ones seemed to be internal organs.

The old man stopped, and thrust the things into his body with his hands, his eyes lost in fear.

Poof-

There was another soft thud, and a gray-haired head fell into the dirt. The old man's body slowly tilted, smashing several corn trees. The old man's hand clutched a piece of intestine and did not let go until he died.

He Ping returned to the road, but the Confucian in the green shirt did not leave, and when he saw He Ping, he did not show a frightened expression on his face.

"We've really lost something!" the young Confucian said, hugging his fists.

He Ping didn't speak, the sword flashed, and half of his arm flew out.

The young Confucian held down the broken arm, his face showing pain, but he still gritted his teeth and did not make a painful sound.

"I was wrong, in the future, I will definitely change my past mistakes and stop doing evil!" said the young Confucian scholar.

He Ping didn't speak, and swung his sword again.

Poof-

The young Confucian had his left leg severed from his knee, and with a pop, he fell to the ground. Thick blood gushed out, and in a short time, a large pool of blood had accumulated on the ground.

"Traitorous ministers are in charge, corruption is rampant, and the people are struggling to make a living! My generation is also forced to be helpless!" said the young Confucian laughed miserably.

He Ping threw a punch, leaving a huge bloody hole in the young Confucian student's face, almost piercing his head. The corpse of the young Confucian flew out in a hurry, snapped, and fell to the ground in the distance.

He Ping walked over and kicked the corpse of the young Confucian student, and with a pop, the corpse also fell into the small ditch next to it.

He Ping let go of the handbrake of the carriage that was placed horizontally, led the white horse, and led the carriage to the side of the road. After thinking about it, he untied the horse from the carriage and patted the horse's back. The white horse barked twice at the sky, and jogged along the road.

He Ping walked to his carriage, and Lao Gu stood next to the carriage, looking at He Ping with fear in his eyes.

"Let's go!"

He Ping climbed into the carriage and said a word when he lowered the curtain.

The carriage moved forward slowly, and Lao Gu drove more carefully, for fear that this demon would suddenly become angry. A few days ago, he thought that although this person didn't talk much, he was very easy to get along with, but now that he thinks about it, how ridiculous it is.

He Ping didn't start cultivating right away, so could it be regarded as avenging that "He Ping"? This was the place where he crossed for the first time, and it was also the place where the person who was almost exactly like him died. I'm afraid these people are the murderers just now.

With the performance of a young Confucian student, if he meets someone else, he may get his life. But He Ping came to seek revenge, and the other party wanted his and Lao Gu's lives from the beginning, so he naturally had no reason to let the other party go.

The young Confucian is quite scheming, and he is still a Confucian student, and he actually started the business of killing people and selling goods, alas.

Through the car window, He Ping glanced at the unusually familiar hill again. Because of these robbers, he, who was originally immersed in cultivation, once again took a look at this place, is this the arrangement of fate?

He Ping closed his eyes again and entered the cultivation.

The carriage entered the town of Lefeng, Nanmingzhou.

It was here that He Ping met Luo Fei'er, who was still the wife of the same person at that time.

The place where the sect is located should also be regarded as a kind of secret realm, and it is not easy to come out once, and you need to use a special magic weapon to break through the space barrier.

This is also a commemorative place, and the day of meeting with Zhao Xu is still far away, so let's stay here for a day. When He Ping said it, Lao Gu naturally didn't dare to say half a word.

He Ping paced to the tavern again, ordered a red stewed mutton, a plate of fried meat with green peppers, a fried fresh mushroom, and a pot of clear water balls, he still didn't ask for wine, and ordered two large bowls of rice.

The shopkeeper looked at He Ping like a monster, where is this food for one person, three people are enough.

There is no way, since he started refining his body, He Ping's food has become bigger and bigger. Isn't it true that after the magic is advanced, he can be Bigu? He seems to be getting farther and farther away from Bigu.

Luo Feier was not too beautiful at the time, he just felt very delicate and innocent, and it was difficult to associate with a married woman, he should have thought that she and that man were not actually married.

Her nominal husband is very handsome, but unfortunately, he wanted to calculate He Ping at that time, but in the end he lost his wife and soldiers.

After eating, He Ping took a turn in Lefeng Town, which is very small and has nothing to see. He Ping returned to the inn and continued to meditate and cultivate.

Early the next morning, He Ping's carriage set off again.

There is a large apple forest in the west of Lefeng Town, and the apples are still green, but they are heavy and have bent their branches.

In the middle of the road in front, a young man in a white shirt stood with a sword, with a murderous aura between his eyebrows.

"The proprietor, I have met the robbers!" Lao Gu said in a low voice.

He Ping, who was cultivating, almost took out a mouthful of old blood, what the hell is going on, are these robbers going to be finished?

He Ping lifted the curtain of the door and saw the young man at a glance. Dressed in white, with an expressionless face. A straight posture, thick sword eyebrows, star-like eyes, a high nose, and thin lips tightly closed. It turned out to be him.

When He Ping saw the other party, the man also saw He Ping.

"Where's the slut?"

Zhang Yaohui's eyes almost burst into flames, and the hatred of taking his wife made him sleepless all night! God has eyes, so that he finally saw this person on the street. This person has become his inner demon, and Luo Fei'er is that slut, who is so good to her in vain, and betrays himself for such a piece of garbage!

He Ping didn't want to do it with Zhang Yaohui, but I'm afraid it won't work if he doesn't do it today.

"You can scold me, don't insult Fei'er!" He Ping said coldly.

"Bah! I'm dying, and I'm still defending that slut!

Zhang Yaohui's anger was even greater, and his teeth were gritted.