"You've lost!"

Hearing Jiang Ping's words, Xu Le swallowed the blood surging in his body, and only a trace of blood red overflowed from the corner of his mouth. "If I fight you in the open, I won't necessarily lose!"

"Zhengda Guangming?" Jiang Ping understood something in a trance, whether it was a bronze mirror or a top-grade spirit rune, it was not Xu Le's cultivation that should be, it must have been given by the elders in the sect, and he used this to win himself.

Jiang Ping smiled slightly, and whispered in his ear: "If you don't have these two superb things, you will lose faster!"

Xu Le frowned, his face was unpredictable, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Jiang Ping's words are not a big deal, whether it is speed or divine sense, he can easily crush a non-foundation cultivator, even if Xu Le has any killer skills, in the face of such absolute strength, it is really nothing.

The monks in the audience were amazed, Xu Le obviously had the upper hand, but in the blink of an eye, he was covered by Jiang Ping's hands as rain!

"Senior Brother Xu, you are also a budding monk, how is your strength better than Jiang Ping?" The blessed monk looked shocked and hurriedly asked the middle-aged man beside him.

The middle-aged monk was slightly stunned, then sighed and said, "I, Xu Deli, am just an ordinary person, how can I compare with Jiang Ping, haven't you understood yet? Jiang Ping used the best flying sword magic weapon to completely exert its power, so that he could resist the Void Darkness Luo Bronze Mirror! Moreover, Jiang Ping's aura is abundant, how can I compare with it, even if I send out all my spiritual energy, it is impossible to form such a fire and thunder technique, what a strong mind must be to control it!"

The more the middle-aged man said, the colder his heart became, and it didn't seem like he was breaking through to the bud, "Don't look at it, don't look at it, go back to cultivate!" As he spoke, he was about to drive his flying sword to fly outward.

Monk Fafu looked stunned, it was very rare for a late-stage Qi refining cultivator like Jiang Ping to compete in the competition, how could Senior Brother Xu not watch it?

"Senior Brother Xu, you ......"

Xu Deli glanced back at him and said, "Senior Brother Xiu, if you really want to know the secret, then come with me." After speaking, he didn't look back, and flew away in a blink of an eye.

As soon as Monk Fafu heard this, his eyes lit up, and he immediately chased after Xu Deli excitedly.

Jiang Ping put down the sword in his hand, and casually glanced at the direction where Xu Deli and the two left, he was suspicious in his heart, and his brows furrowed slightly: "Among those two, one of them has a familiar breath, as if he has seen it somewhere." ”

There are too many monks in the Windless Mountains, and there are even more than 2,000 people at this time!

Even if Jiang Ping's divine sense was strong, he didn't dare to easily sweep to see who that person was.

"Maybe there was a one-sided relationship at the beginning, and then I had a familiar feeling. Jiang Ping thought for a moment and put it down. He glanced up at Jiang Shujing, and said loudly: "Senior Uncle Jiang, the disciple won the second senior brother by luck, and invite the second senior brother to come out." ”

On the sky flying boat, Jiang Shujing looked down at Jiang Ping, his expression was indifferent, "Jiang Xian's nephew has consumed a lot, how can Jiang be a person who takes advantage of a small advantage, you resume your cultivation, I will send someone to discuss with you in an hour." ”

A smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Ping's mouth, and he immediately understood what Jiang Shujing meant. In the public, you must not take advantage of the advantages to win, otherwise you will not be able to win. Just be generous and let yourself resume your cultivation, so that it will be more convincing if you win, and it won't be too ugly if you lose.

This move was not harmless to himself, Jiang Ping simply pushed the boat and sat cross-legged on the ground, refining the fruit wine that could not be refined in his body.

Jiang Shujing is really clever, and as soon as this remark came out, he won the praise of many monks, but there are also many monks who are speculating who Jiang Shujing will send to fight next time.

"I guess it must be Huang Lishan, a disciple of Lei Kun's predecessors! He was born with outstanding talent, his strength is extremely terrifying, he once escaped with his life under the foundation building monk, and he has been a budding monk for a long time, just waiting to find the soul fixing pill, he can break through to the foundation building stage, except for him, no one else can win Jiang Ping!"

There are monks wearing cyan orchid robes who swear by it.

But there were also monks who tried their best to refute, "Huang Lishan is powerful, but a month ago, I saw him take over the task and go out of the mountain, he can't easily turn back to the mountain gate, I guess it must be Senior Brother Huoyan, don't forget, Senior Brother Huoyan has defeated many late-stage Qi refining monks, and he is famous, and he is now in the flying boat, and the next person is definitely him." ”

The Orchid Dao Robe Monk laughed and pointed at the latter: "How long have you not been out of the pass, Huo Yan has already lost to Jiang Ping, and it is Xu Le's turn to make a move!, except for Huang Lishan, no one under Zhang Zhenren's door can win against Jiang Ping." ”

The voice of this was not small, and the flame not far away could hear the bleeding from the root of his teeth, but he couldn't refute anything. He tasted the cheers of victory, but rarely heard the disdain of defeat.

"Has Jiang Tong ever gone to look for you?" Jing Chuyan's voice sounded in Tang Jing's ears.

Tang Jing was happy at first, and then frowned, "Jiang Tong and Jiang Ping are senior brothers, and the two of them live in Pingtou Mountain all year round, oh, it is a small mountain peak near the Jiemen...... "Everyone."

"I know all of this, I've looked for it, Jiang Tong is not there. Jiang Ping was anxious, and the future discussion might be affected. Jing Chuyan didn't look at him, but set her eyes on Jiang Ping, but passed the sound to Tang Jing.

Tang Jing glanced at Jiang Ping, he didn't have any doubts about Jiang Tong's whereabouts in his heart, it was normal for the monk to go out, and there was no need to panic. He was thinking more about the relationship between Jing Chuyan and Jiang Ping, as if she seemed to care too much about Jiang Ping.

The monks were still amazed by Jiang Ping's terrifying strength, and before they knew it, an hour had passed.

Jiang Ping stood up from the ground, Jiang Shujing's gaze fell into the distance, and Jiang Ping looked at it.

I saw a monk with his hands behind his back, standing on the back of a white tiger, the white tiger's limbs were only one size smaller than Jing Chuyan's black tiger, and the monk in green clothes was coming to the wind, his long hair was untied and fluttering in the wind, looking very free and easy.

"It's really him!" the Orchid Dao Robe Monk was shocked.

The monk beside him looked puzzled: "Who is this person?" He saw the face of the orchid Dao robed monk, and immediately thought, "Huang Lishan!"

"What, he's Huang Lishan?"

"That's right, he is Huang Lishan, the No. 1 Qi refining cultivator under Zhang Zhenren! If he can't beat Jiang Ping, no one under Zhang Zhenren's sect can defeat Jiang Ping!"

"Impossible! In the bluestone gate, no one in the late stage of qi refining would dare to say that they could defeat Huang Lishan. ”

......

The monks were talking, Jiang Ping heard it clearly, looked forward, a monk in Tsing Yi floated down from the sky, indescribably free and easy, standing in front of Jiang Ping, there was a short stubble at the corner of his mouth, it should have not been cleaned up for a long time, but it seemed that he was a little rough.

"Jiang Ping?"

"Huang Lishan?"

The two smiled slightly, and Jiang Ping said, "Let's start!"

Huang Lishan's folding fan brush unfolded, "Let's start!"

He made a preemptive move, a folding fan slammed out to Jiang Ping, a strong wind rushed towards Jiang Ping, there was endless power hidden in the strong wind, Jiang Ping was shocked, and hurriedly flashed to the side, the strong wind hit the grass, and a big pit appeared with a bang. Countless fine grass dust slowly fell into the pit, and the pit was a mess, but the dirt was a square foot.

Jiang Ping was shocked in his heart, the other party's random blow was comparable to the power of his own sword!

Huang Lishan took the folding fan in his hand, stood among the weeds, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Jiang Ping, your strength is not bad, you actually dodged my blow." My time is precious, so I won't waste time with you. ”

He flicked it from the storage bag, and an iron-bone umbrella flew out of it, crackling, thunder flashed on the umbrella, and Huang Lishan opened the umbrella.

Jiang Ping only felt that this umbrella generated a sharp suction, instantly sucking out the aura within ten zhang of the vicinity. He was suddenly shocked in his heart, "No, I can't let him send out the strength of the umbrella......"

Jiang Ping's eyes narrowed slightly, an endless terrifying aura surged from Jiang Ping's body, and the powerful power of divine consciousness was finally displayed in front of everyone!

Huang Lishan's face changed drastically, he couldn't believe it, Jiang Ping in front of him at this time was like a foundation building monk, releasing his powerful aura and oppressing himself speechless.

Huang Lishan held the iron umbrella in his hand and opened it towards Jiang Ping suddenly, "Iron bone golden thunder!"

Huang Lishan shouted, and the thirty-six umbrella bones of the Iron Bone Mountain flashed with amazing thunder and lightning power, converging towards the top of the umbrella, and the top of the umbrella was facing Jiang Ping, and the indescribable terrifying aura enveloped Jiang Ping.

Jiang Ping was shocked in his heart, if this thunder and lightning power hit him, he would have no luck with his own flesh and blood!

This Huang Lishan is really terrifying, the attack power of a folding fan can reach the power of a sword, and the thunder umbrella that is gathering momentum is even more ruthless, Jiang Ping's heart quickly flashed a few thoughts, under the current situation, there is only one way to dodge, shrink the ground into inches!

"No, you can't use it! There are too many people here, and I'm afraid there are quite a few foundation building monks, in case someone with a heart is targeted at me and assassinates me, I can't prevent it!" Jiang Ping directly denied shrinking the ground into inches in his heart, even if it was a simple version! His heart sank like iron, and he said secretly, "Do I really want to use it here?"