God Level Demon

Qiankun Star.

Xia Ping and his party came down from the spaceship.

"This is the Qiankun Star, the core of the six major stars, and the mountain gate of the Qiankun School. It is incredible." Jiang Yaru walked on the land of Qiankun Star and immediately felt the greatness of this planet. It seemed to contain infinite power and vitality. As the same great ancient life is breathing.

"The aura of heaven and earth here is so rich that it is more than a hundred times beyond the cloud. If you practice in this place, you will definitely improve your speed." Chu Rong is also amazed.

These days, she also followed Xia Ping in the universe, and once stopped on a planet, but never saw a planet full of aura like Qiankun Star.

Even among the hundreds of millions of planets, Qiankun Star is quite special.

"There are quite a lot of races here, not only humans, demons, but also many special races." Su Ji is also amazed. She sees people coming and going in this place, and countless races come in and out.

This opened her eyes, and the truth in the cloud world is quite a lot, but compared with the race here, it is very rare.

And these cosmic races are very powerful, at least strong in the purple house.

The so-called king of the cloud world is just a civilian figure in this place.

"Sure enough, it is right to join the Qiankun School. In this place, we will find a way to become more powerful."

The fish seventy-seven clenched the powder punch, and the beautiful eyes showed the expected light.

"Big Brother, where are we going next?"

Feng Hetang looked at Xia Ping.

"Ok."

Xia Ping thought for a moment: "I want to go to the elders of the sects. I ask them if they can let you join the Qiankun faction."

Jiang Yaru and others are nodding. They are not familiar with life, and they can only rely on Xia Ping.

Hey!

Under the leadership of Xia Ping, the group walked toward the Qiankun School of the Elders.

But before they arrived at the elders' home, they came to a road. Suddenly they saw a large group of people being lifted out. They didn't break their arms, they just broke their legs, and some even wrapped their bodies like scorpions. All are serious injuries.

They are all mourning, obviously very miserable.

"Big brother, Qiankun sent a lot of people with disabilities, isn't there anyone in Qiankun?"

Feng Hetang is curious.

"Dead fat, say who is disabled, and owe it." When I heard these words, many people yelled at Feng Hetang, revealing an angry look.

"Oh, let's compare it, I will let you have one hand." Feng Hetang glanced at him and directly provoked him to ask for a single-handedly. His favorite thing to do was to bully the weak and deceive.

Nima, this dead fat man!

A group of people are half dead. This fat man must have seen them seriously injured. They can't play a point with great strength. Therefore, they are openly provocative. This is clearly to bully them and get rid of them.

If it is normal, a small Zifu practitioners dare to provoke provocation, they must be beaten out of this, where the other side is arrogant.

But now there is no way, even if it is regenerative gas, it can not exert any combat power.

"What is going on? Why are there so many injuries?"

Xia Ping asked.

"Xia Ping's brother!" Many people immediately noticed Xia Ping. Apparently they all recognized the identity of Xia Ping. After all, Xia Ping was a disciple of the North Ming saint. His news has spread all over the Qiankun School.

It can be said that there are not many people who do not know Xia Ping.

"Great, Xia brother finally came back." A group of people cheered, they saw Xia Ping appear, all of them are extremely excited, and they have forgotten the words of Feng Hetang that are mad.

"I will be back when I come back. What is great." Xia Ping felt strange. He didn't think he had such a great reputation in the martial art and he was loved by so many disciples.

"Xia brother, you don't know. In recent days, Lingyun sent disciples to come to our Qiankun school to communicate." Someone immediately said.

Xia Pingdao: "Communication and communication, this is a good thing, can promote each other, great benefits."

"If you want to communicate, it is naturally a good thing. The problem is that Lingyun sent the group of **** who are not good."

"Yes, the group of **** are playing the banner of communication. In fact, they want to humiliate our Qiankun disciples."

"Yeah, Xia Shixiong, you don't know. Before the Lingyun faction just had a disciple, we all beaten all of us. Everyone was hurt and coughed up."

"And the other party is very heavy. Although there is no dead hand, it will all hit us hard. The bones are broken and the lungs are damaged. It is difficult to recover in less than three months."

A group of disciples are gnashing their teeth. It is very resentful. If it is an ordinary martial arts exchange, this is naturally a good thing, but it is obvious that the group of people in Lingyun did not think so. They came to glory.

"Don't anyone be the opponent of the group of Lingyun disciples?" Xia Ping did not believe that the Qiankun faction was so powerful, and the Jin Danjing disciples had it. The group of Lingyun disciples were even stronger and could not be arrogant in this place.

"No, this time, the new disciples who are restricted to the test within ten years of entry are unable to participate in the brothers who have been in the past ten years. Therefore, many of the brothers can only look at the dry eyes and have no way to shoot."

Someone is helpless.

According to these people, the Lingyun disciple is very strong. Although he has only been in the three years of entry, he has been promoted to the peak of the kingdom of the gods. He is not an opponent at all.

At this time, Qiankun sent the top ten arrogance of the new rankings, Lu Wenhou and others are also retreating and practicing, intending to break through the current martial arts realm, and there is no way to shoot.

Therefore, the Lingyun sent disciples were arrogant and swept across the ground, and it can be said that they had drilled a hole.

Even so, they have to admit that the strength of the Lingyun disciples is indeed terrible, and has reached the realm of the invincible world of the gods. Even if the top ten people return, they will not be able to overcome each other.

"Xia brother, that Lingyun sent his disciples to death, and bluntly said that I would send no one."

"Yeah, you didn't see the crowds of the Lingyun school disciples, and the nostrils are going to heaven."

"I really can't stand this humiliation. I really want someone to beat the **** and let him learn a little longer."

A group of people gnash their teeth and remember the scenes that were previously humiliated by the Lingyun disciples. They are resentful and can't wait to make each other look like a pig, revenge and hate.

"It's a bit interesting. Take me to see it. I want to know what the group of Lingyun disciples have." Xia Ping touched his chin and immediately said to the group of Qiankun disciples.

He thinks this is a good opportunity, and maybe he can get a lot of hatred in this group of Lingyun disciples.

And he also wants to see the martial arts magic of other martial art disciples.

A group of disciples suddenly rejoiced, but they knew that Xia Ping’s horror was a disciple of the North Ming sage. One year ago, one person could defeat the new top ten.

Now, for so long, I don’t know how strong the strength will grow.