An Ordinary Path to Immortality

"Is it the Huang family?"

I know my situation well. The only person in Wanghai City who has the motive to follow me is probably Mr. Huang from the Huang family.

"As expected, the city government is so shallow. No wonder it was so miserable in Tianbao Pavilion."

Shaking his head, Fang Ping left Wanghai City without a care. The monks along the way avoided him at a distance, for fear of being exposed to Fang Ping's smell.

After leaving Wanghai City smoothly, Fang Ping received a message from Jingchu not long after: "Why did you offend someone when you went to the city?"

Fang Ping was helpless: "I don't want to either. It's not the smell that brings trouble."

After briefly talking about the grievances between himself and Mr. Huang, Jingchu smiled softly and said: "It's a small matter, the Huang family's reputation in Yangzhou is pretty good. Even if this kid wants to target you, he won't be able to mobilize too many people." The family resources are probably only a few Yuanying monks in Dingtian, I think you can handle it easily. "

Jingchu said this, so Fang Ping naturally felt more relieved. He took the two guys who were following him and flew for more than a thousand miles until they came to a barren mountain. Fang Ping then stopped and asked:

"You two, are you just going to follow me like this?"

Fang Ping's consciousness with a strong stench fell on the two of them and made them vomit:

"Ugh...boy, please stop talking." One of the two, a middle-aged monk wearing a black robe, said, "Boy, if you offend our Young Master Huang, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Fang Ping scanned the surroundings with his consciousness and found that no one else was following him. He asked curiously: "Do I look easy to handle? Can you two bring any consequences to me?"

"What do you mean, boy?"

Fang Ping stretched out a finger and waved it in front of his face: "What I mean is very obvious. Just the two of you are simply not enough."

The middle-aged man in black smiled and said: "It seems that you are quite confident, but you are right. Our young master said that you seem to have some skills, so let us bring a few more people over."

After saying that, he activated a peach core-like treasure. The peach core swelled in the wind. Soon, three more Yuanying monks filed out of it. As soon as these three people came out, they joined Fang Ping with the original two. Surrounded.

"Boy, you dare to offend our young master Huang in Wanghai City and embarrass the young master in front of everyone. I must give you a taste of hardship today." At first, the middle-aged man in black said with a sinister smile.

Fang Ping was greatly surprised and asked him for confirmation: "You mean, you just want to teach me a lesson to help Mr. Huang vent his anger, rather than killing me?"

The middle-aged man in black said: "Yes, our young master is magnanimous and does not care about you. He spared your life. Aren't you satisfied?"

Fang Ping quickly raised his hands to the other party and thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. Huang, for not killing you. If that's the case, I won't kill you later, I'll just give you a simple beating."

"Arrogant, kid, please show me clearly. There are five of us and three are in the late stage of Nascent Soul, and you are only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. How dare you say such outrageous words?"

Fang Ping spread his hands: "How dare you ask me? That's of course because I have a mysterious and powerful trump card."

"Boy, words are of no use. You can't escape from today's beating." The middle-aged man in black waved his hand, and the five men each took out their magic weapons and started to kill Fang Ping.

However, before they could take action, Fang Ping's foul-smelling consciousness had instantly invaded their soul space and began to have cordial, friendly and in-depth communication with their souls.

"Ouch, stop!"

"It stinks so much. Did you grow up eating shit? Why does it stink so much?"

"Stop, stop."

At this time, how could these people have the energy to deal with Fang Ping? They were all retching crazily. The sudden stench invaded their souls. Not only did they marvel at the power of Fang Ping's soul, but their own souls were also attacked by the opponent's consciousness. There was no way he could fight back at all.

Likewise, the terrible stench was something they couldn't resist at all.

"Is it fun? Do you still want to fight?" Fang Ping said after a while: "Are my trump cards still satisfactory to everyone?"

Seeing how effective this move was, Fang Ping suddenly felt that if he could eliminate the stench from his body, it would be like losing a trump card.

It is also a very sharp and easy-to-use trump card.

"No, please remove your consciousness quickly, it really stinks."

"You're a little ungrateful guy and you actually attacked us secretly."

"I can't stand it anymore, I'm going to faint."

Although the five people could not be said to have lost their fighting power after being sneak attacked, they really had no intention of continuing to attack Fang Ping.

Because just because Fang Ping could easily and almost simultaneously break through his unmanned soul, it was enough to show that Fang Ping's strength was beyond what the five of them could handle.

Therefore, they were wise to surrender before the relationship between the two parties became too tense. After all, the purpose of Huang Shao sending them here was more to test the boy's strength and foundation.

Although they haven't tested this boy's foundation yet, they have seen his strength.

Seeing that these guys didn't look like they were pretending to surrender, Fang Ping didn't continue to torture them.

After taking back his consciousness, Fang Ping asked: "Do you have anything else to say?"

"Fellow Taoist is extraordinary in strength, and I admire you, but you have offended our young master, so we can't just let the matter go." The middle-aged man in black said.

Fang Ping asked, "Then what else do you want?"

"Go and apologize to our young master in person, or bring out a treasure that is enough to represent your sincerity as an apology. Our young master may forget it."

Fang Ping heard it funny and couldn't help but joke: "Is your young master mentally ill? Or do you want to try my trump card again?"

The middle-aged man in black was immediately frightened. He quickly stepped back for several miles and waved his hands: "No, no, no, none of them. My young master is very good. In fact, he is just a young man. He just wants to win a fight. Fellow Taoist, you might as well just Just be patient, it will be easier if we go back, right?"

"It's a joke. You can't beat me, but you still want to make me surrender. I don't know why. Is it just based on the reputation of your Huang family?" Fang Ping asked with a smile.

"Why, isn't the reputation of our Huang family in Wanghai City not enough?" the middle-aged man in black asked.

This time, Fang Ping didn't speak, but Jingchu used coercion to cover several people: "Why don't I know that the famous Huang family actually likes to use their power to suppress others behind their backs? Wait until I meet you Huang family next time Elder, I would like to ask him if I will no longer be welcome in Wanghai City."

Overcoming the pressure of the Tribulation, this kid is indeed not a person without foundation. Behind him, there is actually a protector of the Tribulation Stage hidden behind him.

The middle-aged man in black was so frightened that his legs became weak, and he quickly bowed deeply: "Senior's misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. We're leaving now. Please don't behave like a few of us little fishes and shrimps."

After saying that, Renren fled in the direction of Wanghai City without looking back.