Qin Yu will be rescued by Shi Xiaodie, but poor Zhao Ping can only be left to die, Shi Xiaodie of Butterfly Dance City doesn't care about Zhao Ping's life and death, because she knows that Qi Yufei doesn't care about Zhao Ping's life and death. Even Qin Yu, who was arrested together, wanted to say something when he knew that someone was coming to save him, but he hesitated for a moment but didn't say it.

It's a pity that they all thought that Zhao Ping was just a little person who had been cooked, but they didn't know that they had just awakened a killing god.

Qin Yu was carried to the front hall on a stretcher by two guards, he had obviously taken medicine and was now in a coma. Shi Xiaodie glanced at Qin Yu on the stretcher and didn't say anything, waved her sleeves and walked out very elegantly, and those guards also consciously carried Qin Yu to follow behind.

When they came to the gate of the Governor's Palace, Qi Yufei was already waiting outside with Du Changfeng and the others. At this time, Qi Yufei put on a new set of clothes, and he looked like a beautiful son. Seeing that Qin Yu was carried out, Du Changfeng immediately ordered his men to take the stretcher.

Although it is not the first time Qi Yufei has seen Shi Xiaodie, every time he sees her, he will have a feeling of amazement, my fair lady and gentleman are good, Qi Yufei has also reached the age of marrying a wife, and Shi Xiaodie is a suitable wife candidate regardless of her background or appearance.

Qi Yufei barely controlled his mind to avoid being too out of shape because of nervousness, so that he would be embarrassed in front of the beauty.

Showing a smile that he thought was full of charm, he pretended to be mature and said: "Thanks to the presence of Senior Sister Butterfly Dance this time, otherwise this subordinate of mine may have died inexplicably and tragically, and it will even affect the Famous Sword Villa." ”

Shi Xiaodie chuckled and said politely: "Senior Brother Qi is serious, this is just a gesture of the little sister." Lord Chixiao mainly depends on the face of the family teacher, so that this junior brother can bring it out. ”

Then he said with some regret: "It's a pity that the one who went with him is probably no longer alive at this time, after all, someone has to be responsible for such a thing as assassinating the chief soldier." ”

Qi Yufei's expression darkened, although he had expected such an ending, but when he really heard that Zhao Ping was dead, he inevitably felt a trace of sadness in his heart, after all, he was not as mature and cold as his father.

Even if Qi Yufei was not familiar with Zhao Ping, he had doubted his identity, but after all, Zhao Ping was pushed into this fire pit by himself, and a trace of guilt inevitably flashed in his heart at this time.

But that trace of guilt was quickly suppressed by his reason, because Qi Yufei knew that this was a sacrifice that had to be made to achieve great things, and it was just a sacrifice of a "passer-by".

It's a pity that these people don't know that Zhao Ping, who seems to them to be dead, soon started a brutal killing in the General Soldier's Mansion, if that person can still be called Zhao Ping.

When two young men and women who have a good impression of each other meet, they naturally have endless words, and Shi Xiaodie did not come alone. At this time, a group of warblers and warblers came from the other side of the street, thinking that they were also disciples of Butterfly Dance City.

Everyone unanimously put Zhao Ping's matter behind them and went to Tianxiang Tower with a smile. Since Shi Xiaodie has helped a lot, of course Qi Yufei has to hold a banquet to receive the other party to express his gratitude, not to mention that the one sent by Butterfly Dance City is still a big beauty that he has loved for a long time.

There are as many laughter as there are tears, Qin Yu was rescued, and Zhao Ping, who had no power to resist on the other side, was thrown into the big urn by the two pro-soldiers. Zhao Ping didn't have time to fear death, because the marrow cleansing pill that he had been poured down by Feng Dong had already begun to play its role.

A warm current flowed between Zhao Ping's muscles and bones, and it was mild at first, like a trickling stream nourishing Zhao Ping's eight meridians and every inch of skeletal muscles.

But gradually, this force became more and more violent, constantly impacting Zhao Ping's mortal body and expelling countless impurities from his body.

At this time, the hot water in the large urn completely turned into Zhao Ping's bath water, and the heat provided by Wengxia's firewood not only did not cook Zhao Ping, but echoed the power in Zhao Ping's body, speeding up Zhao Ping's absorption of the myelin cleansing pill.

The Cleansing Pill, which originally took a day and a night to be completely digested, took less than half an hour to reinvent Zhao Ping.

If it was an ordinary person, then his body would have collapsed, but Zhao Ping did not. Because the white light that awakened Wang Ming appeared again, it not only repaired Zhao Ping's body and completed the process of washing the marrow and cutting the scriptures, but also made Zhao Ping leap from an ordinary person to an immortal cultivator in the Qi refining period.

The marrow cleansing pill that the little Taoist priest gave to Zhao Ping was also extraordinary, and after completing the absorption, Zhao Ping's muscles and veins still had excess medicinal power. And these excess medicinal effects were also absorbed by Zhao Ping and returned to the dantian, allowing Zhao Ping to directly rise from the first order of the Qi refining period to the third order of the Qi refining stage.

Cultivating the twelfth order of qi, advancing is like ascending to the sky, if you let those ordinary immortal cultivators know that Zhao Ping's good luck will definitely be angry to death.

Zhao Ping, who became a monk, did not open his eyes, but completely lost consciousness, but a voice sounded in his head, gradually occupying his entire brain. Zhao Ping, who was in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes, but his eyes seemed to have changed.

Wu Shixun took people to stay next to the big urn and waited to collect Zhao Ping's body, Zhao Ping's screams could still be heard, but then gradually lost his voice, Wu Shixun thought that Zhao Ping was dead, so he ordered someone to extinguish the fire and fish out the cooked Zhao Ping, at least leave him a whole corpse.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and the originally stable large urn suddenly exploded, and several people around couldn't dodge, and they were directly scalded by the hot water.

But Zhao Ping stood there intact, looking at everyone coldly, and the moment he made eye contact with Zhao Ping, Wu Tongxun felt as if his soul was about to freeze.

The breath of death instantly enveloped everyone's bodies, and before the surrounding guards who were not injured stepped forward to capture Zhao Ping. Zhao Ping first raised his right hand and swept his two fingers like a sword left and right, and the guards who were still a few feet away from here immediately shattered to the ground.

That's right, it was broken into pieces, piece by piece, and it was a living person before, but now it is like pork in the market, cut and placed on the ground piece by piece.

No one would have thought that Zhao Ping, who didn't know the slightest martial arts, would actually use the legendary sword qi, and he would strike ruthlessly and mercilessly, and the only one standing at this time was Wu Tongxun except Zhao Ping.

A drop of cold sweat ran down Wu Shixun's forehead, and his feet were numb and he didn't even dare to move. Zhao Ping came to Wu Shixun and opened his mouth to speak, but his voice became hoarse and old.

"The old man heard what you said, and the old man agreed with it very much, but just like you said. You obeyed the order, and you had no choice but to kill me, and I had no choice but to kill you in order to keep today's secret.

In fact, you don't have to complain, you only blame you for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. If you just leave like the guy just now, maybe you can save your life. ”

After speaking, Zhao Ping didn't make any movements, and his fingers gently pressed on Wu Shixun's forehead and eyebrows. Wu Tongxun's body stiffened and he couldn't even dodge, and as that finger fell, his spirit collapsed and fell into eternal darkness.

Looking at Wu Shixun's fallen corpse, Zhao Ping said to himself: "Since you plan to leave me a whole corpse, then I will also leave a whole corpse for you." ”

Now it seems that Wu Shixun is the most pitiful person, although the other guards seem to be dead and miserable, but the soul is still alive and may have a chance to be reincarnated, but Wu Shixun is not only dead but also has a scattered soul, and will never be reborn.

So the villain not only died because he talked too much, but also died because of his mouth.

After killing Wu Shixun, Zhao Ping wanted to leave, but his consciousness was in a trance, and the old voice said to himself inexplicably: "It's a pity that my current cultivation is still too weak, and I'm not me." ”

After speaking, he picked up the sword that Wu Shixun dropped on the ground, and didn't care that he was still half-naked at this time, and ran directly over the palace wall.

When Zhao Ping climbed out of the wall of the Governor's Palace and ran into the alley, he didn't run far before he fainted. It took a long time for Zhao Ping to come to his senses, and the ruthless master Zhao Ping gradually disappeared, as if the previous dick Zhao Ping was coming back again.

A trace of dazedness flashed in Zhao Ping's eyes, he seemed to have a dream just now. After he was thrown into the large water urn, someone was talking to him, but Zhao Ping couldn't hear what he was saying.

Zhao Ping lost control of his body after becoming more and more sleepy, Zhao Ping felt that he had become extremely brave and slaughtered all those who wanted to kill him, and even the hateful Wu Tongxun was pointed to death by himself, and he also snatched his sword.

Zhao Ping always thought that it was his dream before he died, a projection of his desire to survive. But at this time, Zhao Ping looked at the surrounding scene and the long sword in his hand, and Zhao Ping knew that he was not dreaming. It was all true, and those people were all killed by themselves, but when did they become so powerful.

Is it because of the crossing that there is still some second personality in one's heart, which can suddenly explode in the face of danger and external pressure to rescue oneself from the predicament.

didn't have time to think about the footsteps in the distance gradually approaching, Zhao Ping knew that the pursuers were coming, and he should quickly find a way to get out of here.

But Zhao Ping, who doesn't know how to do light work, was stopped by the officers and soldiers who chased him before he could take a few steps The one who stopped Zhao Ping was a three-person team, but judging from the way they dressed, they were not officers and soldiers, they should be just ordinary martial arts people, and at most they were only third-rate masters.

But Zhao Ping, who has no martial arts foundation, let alone a third-rate master, is a martial arts person who is not in the stream, and he can easily handle him.

But out of the instinct of survival, Zhao Ping could only confront the three of them with the sword in his hand. The comer obviously didn't put Zhao Ping in his eyes and rushed up directly, and Zhao Ping instinctively waved his sword to resist.

The sword light flashed between the lightning and flint, and the blood sprayed and one person staggered to the ground, and it was not Zhao Ping who fell to the ground.

The other two saw that their companion died at the hands of Zhao Ping with one move, and immediately put away their contempt and looked at each other, and besieged together.

Zhao Ping is still wielding the sword indiscriminately, although the sword is sharp, it is just an ordinary mortal iron, but Zhao Ping's strength at this time is surprisingly great. The weapons in the opponent's hands were all cut off by the long sword, and then their bodies were cut off.

However, two more lives died under Zhao Ping's sword in a few breaths, and at this time, Zhao Ping did not react, he had just killed someone.

What is it like to kill a person who has never killed a chicken, but he doesn't feel it at all, because the whole world has become numb.

Zhao Ping deceived himself again and again, this world is just a high-definition version of a VR game, and it is not the same thing as his original world.

But at this moment, looking at the bloodstains on the long sword in his hand, Zhao Ping really realized that there was a fresh stream of life and death in his hands just now.