I will survive with proficiency

Halfway through, Chen Ping took out the unremarkable Seven Star Longyuan Sword.

He took out another Xinxin Pill, shattered the pill with one palm, and wrapped the seven-star Longyuan Sword with spiritual power.

Then he took the sword and rushed to the mine, seeing that Brother Qin had cast a spell before leaving, and immediately sacrificed a dragon fire to cancel out Brother Qin's spell.

Suddenly fell in the mine.

The three of them paused.

Jin Dan seemed to have known about Chen Ping's appearance for a long time, so he remained calm.

On the Yun family's side, dozens of monks from the mine saw Chen Ping fall to the ground, and when they saw Chen Ping's appearance, some people immediately recognized him as the monk of the Green Sword.

"It's Cyan Sword Cultivator."

"It's Senior Guan!"

"Senior Guan, please rectify the reputation of my Ling Xiaozong, and kill such rampant thieves." Some monks were holding back their anger, and seeing the appearance of the idol in their hearts, the monk Qingjian, rekindled that anger.

Once that energy erupted, he no longer cared about the crisis of speech, and shouted to kill the other party.

"..."

"Senior Guan, please straighten my Ling Xiaozong!"...

"..."

Cultivator Qin was slightly shocked by the sound in front of him.

Then he sneered again.

The Cyan Sword Cultivator in front of you is the spiritual pillar of this group of casual cultivators, so just in time, let me defeat your spiritual pillar.

Let you always crawl in the mud and cannot lift your head.

Ants should have the posture of ants.

Cultivator Qin sneered and said:

"It can be regarded as looking forward to the fellow daoist, thinking that the fellow daoist will be a coward for the rest of his life, and dare not even fight a fair battle."

"It's not too late to come now."

Cultivator Qin slowly drew out a long sword.

He glanced around the audience jokingly, and finally locked his eyes on Chen Ping:

"Look, they have placed high hopes on you, thinking that you can bring them hope. Today I will tell you that a snake is a snake. Even if it is given a thousand or ten thousand years, a snake will not become a dragon."

"Today I will let you see the reality clearly. Let you see how vulnerable your seniors who are regarded as gods are, how they bowed their heads and surrendered under my sword."

Cultivator Qin's gaze was deep and condescending.

Like the sword in his hand.

The ancient sword in Chen Ping's hand looked shabby and unremarkable in front of the long sword in Cultivator Qin's hand.

These disciples of the Yun family were very emotional before.

But at this moment, everyone is still sweating for Cultivator Cyan Sword.

Defeating Lu Xiangbei doesn't mean Cyan Sword Cultivator is invincible.

What's more, there is Jindan present today.

Unfortunately, these three people are not very polite.

Chen Ping was actually very indifferent to this kind of scene, but at this moment he was already irritated by the monk in front of him.

He said blankly:

"Going back to ancient times, your ancestors are all mortals. You talk about ants and forget your ancestors because you are disrespectful to your father. You were born as a son and breastfed and grew up, but you are pretentious and despise others. It is disrespect to your mother. Today I I will teach you to be a new man for your parents."

After finishing speaking, the Seven Star Dragon Yuan Sword came out.

A faint aura flashed across the quaint sword body.

The sky is full of sword intent.

Except for Chen Ping and Brother Qin, the other monks withdrew from the scene in an instant to avoid being accidentally injured.

Cultivator Qin glanced coldly at the sword intent all over the sky, sneered, and the long sword flew out in an instant, turning into countless clones.

"Break!" Cultivator Qin roared.

With an order, countless long sword clones shot towards Chen Ping's sword light as if they understood the order.

But with one breath, the long sword avatar fell apart.

Half of it disappeared in an instant.

Cultivator Qin was shocked. Just now, in order to defeat the will of these casual cultivators, he directly used the strongest sword in his life.

But it's just a breath of time, and the judgment will be decided.

This green sword cultivator is actually so strong!

At that moment, he suddenly had a mood of surrendering to the opponent. He was startled, and quickly discarded this idea and fought back with all his strength.

The huge green sword was destructive, and his long sword clone was like a child in front of him, and Cultivator Qin broke out in a cold sweat.

In an instant, he sacrificed a defensive treasure in front of him. It stands to reason that this kind of confrontation cannot use defensive treasures, but he can't care about so much anymore.

"Boom~"

The defensive treasure instantly exploded under the giant sword and disappeared, and the countless sword intents carried by the giant sword rained down, and Cultivator Qin couldn't help but kneel down on his knees.

Cold sweat poured down like rain.

Chen Ping didn't care at all, the aftertaste of the first sword was still there, and the second sword swept over again unstoppably.

With one move, Chen Ping immediately knew that this person's sword intent was not very strong.

Not even as far north as the road.

That's it, I'm ashamed to talk big.

He said it as if he was invincible.

"Enough~"

The golden core old man suddenly raised his head and roared. Most of the time he watched this farce coldly, and his spiritual attention was on the outskirts of the forest throughout the whole process, paying attention to whether Wei Xun came.

As long as Wei Xun doesn't come, the old man doesn't think there is any problem.

Before that, the old man 'saw' Chen Ping coming, but the old man didn't bother to remind his nephew.

In the eyes of the old man, what kind of green sword monk, what kind of sword idiot went north, in front of him, it was like inserting a bid to sell the first.

Unexpectedly, Chen Ping defeated his genius nephew with a single sword, so that he had to violate the principle of duel and forcibly intervene.

This monk is really strong!

"roll."

Chen Ping was so red-eyed that he couldn't care so much for a while.

As soon as the Hujueluo sword technique came out, the Qingmang sword also deviated from the angle at the same time, and rushed towards the old man with golden core.

The golden core old man thought it was just a roar, and he didn't even cast a spell to defend against the attack of the soul in the first place.

It can be heard.

His head was numb with a "buzz".

The foundation-building spirit attack technique is so powerful?

Seeing that the green light was approaching, the old man didn't dare to be careless at all, and immediately struck with both fists, a wave of ripples turbulently left, to meet the sword of the green light.

But even so, the old man was suddenly impacted and took a few steps back before stabilizing his figure, only feeling that the veins in his body were smashed by the sword intent.

"Enough, do you really think this old man is afraid of you?" the Jindan old man shouted.

Chen Ping was affected by the golden core old man's fists, he thought it was a magic attack, but he was a little careless, he never thought it was a soul attack, the jade mirror on his chest suddenly fell apart.

Just when he was about to manifest the 'spirit whip' and even the talisman, he heard the voice of the golden core old man calling for a stop.

Unless it was a last resort, he really didn't want to take out all his hole cards.

The golden core old man glanced at his genius nephew who was drenched all over, and looked at Chen Ping:

"The strength of the fellow daoist made this old man look up to me. My master and nephew are not as good as others, so it's not unfair to lose."

Now that Jin Dan has intervened, the winner or loser is decided.

The casual cultivators below could no longer restrain their suppressed anger, and there was an uproar of voices for a while.

"Cut, it's just a matter of strength, as if I am invincible in the world."

"Waiting for the moment when the foundation is built, I'm afraid I can't even beat me, so I have the nerve to speak wild words."

"You are the king of talking. You let others bow their heads and profess their ministers, and you kneel down on both knees. You have gained a lot of experience. Is this to learn from a teacher?"

"What the hell, bah."

"..."

Cultivator Qin's complexion was extremely ugly, and he swelled into a liver color.

Today's ending was completely beyond his expectations. The strength he was proud of was so vulnerable in front of the opponent.

I can't even block it with a single sword.

He couldn't say a word.

Chen Ping glanced around at the miners behind him, saw a casual cultivator with a swollen left face, and said lightly:

"Who hit you?"

"He." The casual cultivator pointed at the sword-scarred cultivator.

After someone has your back, no longer be afraid.

Only resentment.

"Call back." Chen Ping narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

That casual cultivator was already holding back his anger, but when he heard Chen Ping's words, he rushed over and slapped him without saying a word.

Brother Sword Scar originally wanted to resist, but found himself bound by Chen Ping's Gang Qi.

"Snapped!"

That slap was extremely crisp.

Resounded throughout the audience.

Cultivator Qin and the old man with Jindan looked very ugly, as if the slap had been slapped on their bodies, but they didn't speak the whole time, and the slap was still slapped.

He just looked at Chen Ping sharply.

His eyes seemed to be on fire.

Chen Ping glanced at Ji Yan again, looked at Cultivator Qin again, and said coldly:

"The dozens of slaps just now, shouldn't I need to take action?"

He didn't want to kill in public.

But it's not impossible, at worst, let Wei Xun and Yun Haitang temporarily block these people after this incident, and then have the cheek to do everything possible to ask Fairy Xiyue to take action once to wash away the relationship between these dozens of Qi training monks and mortals. memory.

"Fellow Daoist, don't go too far." Golden Core cultivator was furious.

"Excessive?" Chen Ping didn't fully open his eyes:

"Just now fellow daoists forced us monks to slap us in the face. Fellow daoists never said the word 'excessive'."

"Since fellow daoist doesn't want to fight, let's wait for the head of Wei to uphold justice. I'm not strong enough, so I can't do anything to fellow daoist, but fellow daoist doesn't think he can protect these two and leave without any chance?"

"You..." The golden core old man was furious.

The golden core old man had seen Chen Ping's power.

He didn't think he would lose to Chen Ping, but he had just entered Jindan not long ago, and he entered Jindan with an aging body. As Chen Ping said, the current nephew was injured, and he wanted to take both of them with him And retreating, under the siege of dozens of monks, is really not easy.

If Wei Xun came here and made trouble for this reason, it would also not end well.

... After the old man goes back, you can never live again... The golden core old man is shadowy.

"Isn't it just a slap in the face? Here I come, I have practiced this spell, bang..." Brother Sword Scar took a step forward:

"Crack, crack, crack..."

"..."

After dozens of slaps, the three snorted coldly, turned and left without saying goodbye.

"..."

"Okay, this matter is over. Everyone, go about your own business." After watching the three leave, Chen Ping turned around and ordered the crowd to cheer and celebrate.

Then he glanced at Yun Lingshan, who was pale, and Ji Yan, who had red and swollen cheeks, but didn't speak to them.

Turn around and disappear in the direction of Ling Xiaozong.

After flying tens of miles, he turned around and galloped eastward.

These three must die!

But it's better not to die in front of so many miners.

There are so many people with mixed eyes, although these people's hearts are towards Ling Xiaozong, but under the coercion and temptation, it is inevitable that they will not confess.

Besides, dead people don't hide information.

Once you are killed and summoned from the soul, you will confess everything.

Even if she was lucky enough to ask Fairy Xiyue to erase her memory, there was a hidden danger after all.

Once it explodes, the entire Lingxiao Sect will be destroyed.

He himself must die.

Although it's best not to kill them in person, you can't let these people go back.

Looking at them so insultingly now, according to the temperament of these three people, if they really let them go back, it is almost inevitable to send rescuers to take revenge.

At that time, one's own destiny is also pinched in the hands of others.

It is absolutely impossible for these three people to return to Nakajima.

The only way is to let them die.

Chen Ping looked up and glanced ahead, and quickly chased the three of them in the direction they left.

For monks, traveling with injuries is the most dangerous thing on the way of migration.

No matter where the three people's next journey is, their first choice must be to stop at the nearest Xiuxian City, heal their injuries or recover a little before moving on.

What Chen Ping had to do was to settle the three of them in this city of cultivating immortals before they left.

Of course, it would be most convenient if they could be dealt with in the forest before they entered Xiuxian City.

Can only chase at full speed.

However, what made him regretful was that he hadn't caught up with these three people even as he was about to reach the next Xiuxian City.

Didn't expect the speed of this Jindan elementary school to be so fast?

Running so fast with both wounded.

But just when he was about to move on, he realized that these three people had appeared in his blurred vision on the way there.

what happened?

They deliberately avoided me halfway?

Or went to other places to heal?

Chen Ping looked around for a while, and he couldn't control so much at the moment. There are still hundreds of miles away from the next Xiuxian City, with dense forests, this place is the best place to fight.

Just solve it here.

He quickly arranged a nine palace psychedelic formation in the local area.

Although it is said that the other party is Jindan, but he has just entered Jindan not long ago, and his spiritual consciousness cannot be too strong. The divine soul attack that Chen Ping called out during the battle just now was also tentative in nature.

The conclusion is that this Jindan Primordial Spirit is not strong.

That being the case, the range of his consciousness under the superposition of multiple buffs is 160 to 70 miles, and the opponent can double it at most.

The clear range is less than half.

That is to say, at this moment, even though Jin Dan knew that he was here, he probably couldn't see what he was doing.

Then the antled deer was released and allowed to move around for a while, so that the flowers that had been waiting to be released could be released to the fullest, some of which might be tulips.

He threw the tulips that were originally in the spiritual planting bag on the grass.

Then he recalled the octagonal deer and sat down on the spot.

Wait for the arrival of the other party.

...

rear.

"He dares to come?" Brother Qin said angrily, but at the same time he was a little inconceivable.

In the sword duel alone, he lost, but that was because his treasures were useless.

Besides, it was one-on-one at that time.

And now there are three people on my side, and a golden core, and the other party is only a foundation cultivator anyway.

How dare you come here?

"Maybe he came here to apologize. After all, he wanted to save face in front of his subordinates and insulted us. But will he not be afraid afterwards?" Brother Sword Scar laughed.

"I want him to die, I want him to die." Cultivator Qin roared helplessly.

Having grown up so big, she has never been insulted as much as she is today.

That slap was slapped on the face of the monk with the sword scar.

It was clearly drawn on his face.

"Nephew, don't worry, he won't survive." The golden core old man looked gloomy, and turned his head to glance at Cultivator Qin:

"The nephew's injury should have recovered to the point where he can protect himself, right? The reason why the green sword cultivator ran to the front is probably because I missed the distance from the healing."

Cultivator Qin looked at his body:

"It's not in the way, it's not just for self-protection. This time, I will personally send him home."

There were several wounds on the surface of his body that were scratched by the sword intent, but they have all recovered.

As for internal injuries, not so good fast.

But it doesn't affect him playing support again.

Thinking of killing Chen Ping with his own hands later, he trembled with excitement.

The three of them moved forward quickly.

When approaching the scene, he saw Chen Ping sitting on a piece of blue rock meditating, with a relaxed expression, as if he was an old man.

Qin Xiu's morale is not in the same place:

"What are you pretending to do? Why? Have you figured out how to die?"

Having said that, he just looked down on the ants at the bottom, but he was not a reckless man. He kept the Jindan old man on the lookout for traps along the way.

Brother Sword Scar thought that Chen Ping had come to seek peace.

He doesn't think so.

However, no matter what, he couldn't figure out how a low-level monk in the late stage of foundation establishment would be able to face two monks whose cultivation level was higher than his own, and among them was a golden core.

In the spiritual consciousness scan of the golden core old man, there is no fifth monk in a radius of three hundred miles.

Chen Ping went to the meeting alone.

At this moment, the golden elixir old man looked around, except that the flowers here were more lush, he couldn't see anything unusual.

Chen Ping got up slowly.

He was putting on airs because he wanted to wait for Brother Qin's medicine to take effect, and before they were about to get close, Chen Ping crushed some tulips and scattered them in the air.

Cultivator Qin suffered skin trauma from the sword intent, and a small amount of Xinxindan powder was able to enter his body through spiritual power.

Although the amount is very small, and it is not taken, once the attack occurs, at least it will make Brother Qin have some scruples when casting spells.

that's enough.

"about there."

Chen Ping moved, and took the lead in releasing the half-step third-level octagonal deer.

Two against three.

He has absolute certainty.

Then, without the slightest hesitation or pity, he took a photo of the only talisman 'Little Green Bottle'.

A real battle is different from a competition.

He must be prepared for the most dangerous.

The Qingmang sword was about to come out, and the 'soul-drawing whip' was wrapped around his body.

"Xiaoba, go, stop that old thing."

Half-step golden elixir and early stage golden elixir can still fight for a while.

Just a moment is enough.

With a sharp roar, his Qingmang sword covered Cultivator Qin first, "Boom~" a real treasure appeared in front of the Qingmang sword. Cultivator Qin sneered and released a lot of spiritual power.

But suddenly I felt something was wrong... My heart hurts so much.

It's okay when you don't output spiritual power, but once you release spiritual power continuously, your heart will be cut like a knife.

what happened?

He injected spiritual power into Zhenbao again, and a throbbing pain in his heart suddenly swept through his body, and he had to withdraw his spiritual power.

A true treasure without spiritual support is greatly reduced in power.

"What's going on?" The Jindan old man noticed the abnormality of his nephew.

The old man never thought that Chen Ping was actually a beast master.

But this is just a surprise. In his opinion, as long as the octagonal deer is quickly eliminated, the balance of victory will be tilted in their favor.

"Uncle, my heart..."

"Boom~"

Before Cultivator Qin could finish his sentence, countless sword intents that pierced through the real treasure covered him, and a huge sword wiped him out in an instant.

"Nephew..."

"My surname is Guan, I want you to die." The old man was furious.

Chen Ping didn't stop, he hit the golden core old man with a spell, and retreated to the Nine Palaces illusion array.

The golden core old man was so red-eyed that he hardly cared about the octagonal deer. All his targets were aimed at Chen Ping, and he 'smoothly' stepped into the psychedelic formation.

The old man was shocked...Chen Ping not only has excellent sword intent, but also knows how to control beasts and formations.

How can a monk have so much time to practice so many skills?

He couldn't see through a psychedelic formation with a foundation formation and strayed into it.

Chen Ping was not distracted.

While the old man fell into the psychedelic formation, he held the token and immediately increased his attack power.

Under the double attack, the Jindan old man was eliminated within a few breaths.

And the monk with the sword scar had already been chopped into pieces in the aftermath of the sword intent.

"call!"

‘It’s good to have a helper. '

Chen Ping cast a rejuvenation spell on the octagonal deer, and quickly put it into the spirit animal bag.

Then decisively clean up the scene.

It's only a few hundred miles away from Sanxiu City, so it needs to be tidied up as soon as possible.

Both the Jindan old man and Brother Qin had been reduced to dust, leaving only some fragments and some undamaged property left on the scene.

Their storage bags are long gone.

On the contrary, the sword-scar monk in the Qi refining period still has half of his body parts, even the storage bag.

Chen Ping thought for a while, released the Nine Nether Colorful Cicadas, and summoned the souls of Jin Dan and Brother Qin on the spot.

It's a pity that Brother Qin and the old man with Jindan have lost their souls.

It seems that he can only take away the small half of the sword scar monk's body and summon his soul.

I don't know how much he knows.

Chen Ping put all the things at the scene into the storage bag first, and then quickly took dozens of evil-killing talismans to disperse the remnant souls that might exist at the scene.

Then leave quickly.