The footsteps gradually approached in Zhao Ping's ears until they disappeared not far from Zhao Ping's body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After wiping the dissected dagger on his clothes and retracting it into his arms, Zhao Ping raised his head and looked at the four people in front of him.

One of the most striking is the one in the middle, dressed in gold, with a gorgeous pattern made of green silk on it, and the silk is silky, and the texture is very good, and it looks very precious. But the person wearing it was a delicate young man, his fair skin was exposed, but the whole person looked a little feminine, and the arrogant appearance and standing posture in front of Zhao Ping still revealed that he was a rich man.

Zhao Ping's gaze didn't linger on him too much, and immediately turned to an eagle-faced man behind the young man, and Zhao Ping felt a powerful aura in him, he should be a master of internal merit. The other two were dressed in ordinary linen clothes, with thin figures, and looked like entourage. When the other three people stood up, they faintly hugged the brocade-clothed young man in the middle, plus the four of them all had swords straddling their waists, they looked like disciples of the Great Gate Sect, and the young man was more likely to be a high-level disciple. It was just a glimpse of the moment Zhao Ping made such a judgment.

Secretly said that Zhao Ping would not have this insight, but since he had achieved the cultivation of the Immortal Technique, his mind was obviously much clearer than before.

When Zhao Ping felt the breath of the eagle-faced man, the blood flow couldn't help but speed up a lot, his eyes flashed with flames full of fighting spirit, and the blood that had just been extinguished after fighting with the beast was rekindled when he met the eagle-faced man who seemed to be a master, you must know that Zhao Ping's cultivation has not been with a master until now, Zhao Ping has always wanted to know what level he is at now.

But looking at the people in front of him, Zhao Ping, who didn't want to make more trouble, stopped his desire to do it deeply, glanced at everyone, smiled at them, and then put away the tiger skin in his hand, wanting to squat down and get some other valuable things off the tiger.

The brocade-clothed young man looked at the tiger corpse in front of him, and then looked at the complete tiger skin in Zhao Ping's hand, a fine light flashed in his eyes, and then he pursed the corners of his mouth to the thin-faced man next to him, and his eyes signaled Zhao Ping's direction twice. Zhang San, who understood what the young master meant, immediately straightened his waist, and walked towards Zhao Ping with a "hehe" sneer from his mouth.

Seeing that the people in front of him did not leave, and one of them walked towards him with a sneer, Zhao Ping, who felt that something was wrong, stopped his movements, and looked at the thin-faced man in front of him defensively.

"Boy, you look so raw, where are the people, what do you do at home. Zhang San asked Zhao Ping lightly, but the unkindness in his tone still made Zhao Ping frown deeply.

Zhao Ping, who didn't want to have a conflict, stopped the disgust in his heart, and replied lightly: "I'm a hunter around here, and my father is just a medicine farmer who collects medicine, so I don't know what the problem is." ”

Hearing that Zhao Ping was just an ordinary person, and it was impossible to look at Zhao Ping's clothes as if he was lying, Zhang San's face was suddenly full of contempt, and he was about to say something, when the brocade-clothed young man behind him stepped forward a little impatiently and interrupted Zhang San's words.

"Zhang San, what are you inking, ask east and west. Young Master Ben can't do anything if he asks you to do something. ”

"Young master, didn't I want to inquire first, if I ...... it?"

"Is there anyone I'm afraid of in this Caixia Mountain Range, young master?"

"Boy, your father is a medicine picker?" asked the young man in Jinyi in a contemptuous voice.

"Yes," Zhao Ping instinctively grimaced.

"Then why didn't they make you a medicine farmer, you have to be a hunter, and unfortunately you even met Young Master Ben and me. I have taken a fancy to your tiger skin, so I will obediently dedicate it to Young Master Ben, otherwise I will 'hum'......" The young man in brocade couldn't help but sneer twice.

Zhao Ping didn't seem to hear the young man's sarcastic threat, and said indifferently: "Oh! It seems that your father is a big man, young master?"

"Of course. The brocade-clothed boy replied arrogantly.

"Then why didn't he train you to be like a big man?" Zhao Ping's tone revealed a faint disdain.

After listening to Zhao Ping's words, the young man exploded like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail, looked at Zhao Ping with an angry face, and then clenched his hands and punched Zhao Ping's face fiercely.

When it was closer, the fierce fist wind ruffled Zhao Ping's hair, and the corner of the brocade-clothed young man's mouth raised a happy smile, as if he could see Zhao Ping's miserable appearance under his iron fist. Suddenly, his fist tightened, the smile on the corner of his mouth instantly condensed, and his fist was tightly held by Zhao Ping's hand, no matter how hard he exerted, he couldn't move.

Zhao Ping's hand was slightly forced, and suddenly the brocade-clothed young man screamed loudly. "Let go of me, ahhh......h

Feeling the edge of the sword, Zhao Ping didn't want to use his flesh and blood to see if he could resist the sharpness of the sword, and then with a wave of his wrist, the caught brocade-clothed boy was thrown at Zhang San in exclamation.

As soon as his hands touched the young man's clothes, Zhang San's face changed greatly, and a powerful force passed from the young man's body to his body.

In fact, having said so much, from the teenager's shot, to Zhao Ping's catching and fighting back, to the teenager and Zhang San rolling on the ground, that is, in an instant, the two people behind Zhang San didn't have time to react, and the battle ended before they could help.

The eagle-faced man and the other thin-faced man behind him suddenly changed their faces, and they hurriedly ran over to help the brocade-clothed boy and Zhang San and raised the weapons in their hands to block them in front of them to prevent Zhao Ping from sneaking up and hurting people.

Liu Changfeng spit out the soil in his mouth vigorously, and the soil and saliva were mixed together in his mouth, bitter.

Liu Changfeng's current image is not flattering, his fair face is full of patches of dirt, and the skin is broken in some places, and blood is flowing. The brocade clothes on his body were also full of wrinkles, and the whole person looked embarrassed.

Liu Changfeng, who had never suffered such a loss, suddenly had a blank in his head, his eyes were full of anger, and he turned his head to the eagle-faced man who was guarding in front of him and said, "Protector Lin, kill this kid for me." ”

"Be careful, he's got a lot of strength. Then he added uneasily.

After receiving Liu Changfeng's order, the eagle-faced man immediately replied: "Don't worry, Young Master Liu, I will definitely let this kid walk around without eating." Then he turned around and quickly pounced on Zhao Ping, who was standing.

Zhao Ping listened to the young man's words and was immediately furious, he didn't expect that these people wanted to rob him of his things, and even wanted to kill him, looking at the eagle-faced man who flew over, Zhao Ping's eyes flashed a trace of coldness, his whole body was full of momentum, and his strength was all over his body, and the punch of his power was like a flying eagle-faced man.

It seems that Liu Changfeng's lesson just now reminded him that Zhao Ping had a lot of strength, and he didn't make contact with Zhao Ping, he took two steps under his feet, flashed to Zhao Ping's side, and dodged Zhao Ping's blow. Just when Lin Xiangan thought that Zhao Ping was just like this, just a wild man who knew brute force, the weapon in his hand slashed at Zhao Ping's head with the sound of whistling wind.

Lin Xiangan thought that the big thing had been decided, he could already foresee the scene of Zhao Ping's head flying up and blood splattering, and thinking that he had completed what Young Master Liu had explained, he would definitely be thanked when he went back this time.

Just as Lin Xiang'an was dreaming, the weapon in his hand did not have the thick feeling of cutting into the flesh, and his heart secretly moved, and he suddenly felt wrong, but when he found out, he found that Zhao Ping's figure had disappeared, and he hurriedly secretly guarded himself, but he didn't find anything abnormal around. Suddenly, Zhao Ping appeared behind Lin Xiang'an like a ghost, and his right fist, full of fist strength, hit Lin Xiang'an's body fiercely.

"Poof" A mouthful of blood sprayed out like a pillar, and Lin Xiangan flew to the ground and curled up on the ground, trembling all over. Liu Changfeng saw that Lin Xiang'an was finished by Zhao Ping's punch, and his face suddenly changed greatly, and he looked at Zhao Ping as if he was facing a great enemy.

Looking at the eagle-faced man who fell to the ground, Zhao Ping was very excited in his heart, he didn't expect that he would have such a strong strength now, if it weren't for the fact that Zhao Ping couldn't bear it in the end, didn't want to kill, and slightly restrained his fist strength, then now Lin Xiangan might not fall to the ground, it is estimated that he would sleep here.

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