Don’t Mess with Shennong

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Gu Qingcheng sent the video to the Shennong Orchard Chat Group. It was a small group built by a few people who lived in the orchard. When there was anything in the orchard, they would say something in it.

After the video was posted, someone soon saw it.

"I wipe, don't sleep in the middle of the night, you guys go out to do things? Why don't you call me together for such a violent thing?" Qin Xiaoyu replied first, very dissatisfied.

"The internal disputes of the Wudang faction? Why does the boss want to stir up? We have already provoked the powerful forces of the Maoshan faction, Zhongnanshan monk alliance, Fu Luzong, etc. Why should we provoke the Wudang faction? We think we died too slowly?"

Laiwang, as Wang Ping's good friend and small child, pays more attention to the safety of everyone's life. He doesn't like trouble, nor people who like trouble.

Shewa said: "Do I only care about those people who have been killed? Do you want me to help?"

When the discussion in the group was in full swing, Wang Ping'an had already fought with the three men. He had no weapons in his hand, and some suffered. He was always awkward with a pair of iron fists.

At this time, Wang Ping's resentment towards the system was even greater, and he didn't even give up his weapons, which was too stingy.

The three masked men took the medicine, and their speed and power increased greatly. Although Wang Ping'an was already in the state of condensing the gods, he would really be unable to take them at the first half of the hour without the spirit attack.

"Erbao, do you want me to help?" Gu Qingcheng stood in the distance, shouting worriedly.

"You haven't learned how to fight for a few days, let's look at the fun honestly. Who, borrow your sword." Wang Pingping replied, busying his time and shouting to Luochuan.

"Ah, good." Luo Chuan didn't hesitate and threw the long sword in his hand instantly.

Wang Ping'an jumped into the air and shouted, "Sword!"

Then, after a tumbling, he caught the long sword and jumped further away from the masked people, which was convenient for a single break.

Full of force, full of fighting wisdom.

With a sword in his hand, Wang Ping's momentum changed slightly, and he was no longer controlled everywhere as he had just now, and his momentum also sharpened.

I haven't learned Jianzhao. I didn't learn before, and Wang Ping also forgot.

Anyway, there was a sword in his hand, and he didn't panic.

"You young people who hide their heads and show their tails, even forced me to use a sword, really looking for their own way. Three of you, I can solve it with three swords ..."

Before he finished speaking, a masked man held a short knife and rushed at him.

Wang Ping's figure shook, and a sword pierced the opponent's throat.

The sword is flat and the sword is not there, just like the waste wood for the first time, but the speed and strength are not bad.

With a swish, the long sword arrived first.

The man's shape was biased, a short knife in his hand blocked the sword, and at the same time he raised his knee and hit Wang Ping's chest.

"Hah, I can't be ashamed. Can I solve it with the three swords? Does the face hurt?" The man laughed.

Wang Ping'an did not squeak. When passing by by mistake, the sword was like a long sword, raised high, fell heavily, and slashed toward the man's head.

The Luochuan couple standing in the distance watching, covered their eyes with shame: "Oh my god, will he use a sword? Use my Longquan sword as a hatchet?"

The words did not fall, the sword ... the sword had fallen.

The masked man raised his short knife and blocked it easily, and the ridicule on his face was even stronger.

It was only at the moment when the swords were in contact, Wang Ping's body seemed to be stiff all at once, his brow furrowed, and his heart shot a transparent little sword with a condensed soul.

Suddenly, he stabbed into the man's head.

"Ah!" The man screamed, feeling that his head was like a paste, stabbed in it by a burning stick, and it was stirred fiercely, and his body was sweating like pulp, and his eyes were dark.

In the condensing period, Wang Ping'an was already a monk in condensing period. I knew that, and I would never be so close to him.

At this instant, infinite remorse rose in the masked person's heart.

He knew that he was finished.

Sure enough, at the moment when his head hurt, Wang Ping's soul returned to his body, and the long sword had swung around, and suddenly flicked from bottom to top.

With a terrible inertia of 360 degrees, from between the man's legs, he touched his head.

Click, two halves.

A perfect symmetrical segmentation makes Wang Ping, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, feel extremely satisfied.

"The three of you, I can solve with three swords ... one. Nimei, I won't finish my words. Who will die if you don't die?" Wang Pingping cursed fiercely and spit at the corpse. The other two masked men who have just reacted.

When Wang Ping'an battled the man just now, the opponent played a total of three moves, adding up to ten seconds.

The two masked men just hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether to solve Wang Ping'an first or to rob the alluring city first.

But it was this hesitation, in just ten seconds, they died another companion.

Ding! Merit +1.

Wang Ping's system suddenly heard a tone, which surprised him a little.

It seems that another villain was killed, and it is a villain who does a lot of bad things, so the system will reward merit.

Otherwise, the general rivers and lakes grudges, killing and killing dead people, the system is not a bird.

Just like the first person who died just now, what is called Nangongzhao, there is no increase in merit ... Of course, it may also be because the last finger was Gu Qingcheng ’s death, so even if there is merit, the system will not give Wang Ping's reward. .

Wang Ping's heart was very happy. It was great. Killing masked people also rewarded merits. It seems that the task has more and more opportunities to complete.

"Ping Anju, let's help you! Let's work together to kill the remaining two masked people!" Luo Chuan was excited when he saw the situation change.

There were only two masked people left, but there were four people on their own side. They were suddenly excited, dragging their hurt bodies and wanting to help.

"Don't come here, I can handle it by myself. Whoever comes to help me is urgent! I haven't killed anyone in a long time. I'm looking forward to it. I am eager. Do you know?"

Wang Ping licked his lips, revealing a bloodthirsty smile, which made his beautiful face look extra strange and evil.

Luo Chuan and Yu Ping's footsteps suddenly solidified, and my heart was inexplicably nervous. Why did this guy look terrible than the masked man?

What kind of monster did you know?

Gu Qingcheng just took a mobile phone and filmed with heart, giving live broadcast to those poor group friends in the group.

She knows how powerful Wang Ping'an is. Since he doesn't let himself help, he can obey himself just like he lets himself sit up and move, and he can't refuse.

"Come on, Erbao, and show the real skills to the friends in the group!" Gu Qingcheng, like a little fan, cheered on him and never felt he would lose.

Xu Qing just woke up in the group and asked confusedly: "Where are you? What are you doing? What skills do you perform?"

Tang Shenyi, as a little transparent, brushed the sense of existence weakly: "Killing skills! Madam, my master is really good. Worship him as a teacher, and my life is worth it!"