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Chapter 132 115. I'm passing by

Just when Jiang Ping was silently reciting the mantra of clearing his heart to get rid of distracting thoughts, the flying sword had already cut off the thunder, and he slashed at the old Taoist priests with an unstoppable aura. To resist.

But how could their protective magic power compare with the piercing flying sword's sword energy? The flying sword pierced through the dantians of several old Taoist priests with ease.

The destruction of his dantian meant that there was no place for his mana to be stored, and his cultivation quickly dissipated, "He Fangxiao is young! How dare you sneak up on me!" The old Taoist clutched his abdomen, his face livid. questioned.

"Here we come, here we come, the legendary hero in white clothes!" Jiang Ping muttered excitedly. According to him, he was the bandit leader in Yipintang, bah!The long experience of being the hall master summed up the three iron laws necessary for a hero to save the beauty.

The male protagonist must be a knight with high martial arts skills, and most of them use swords.

The male protagonist must be dressed in white, and he is also personable.

Generally, the male protagonist must have some kind of story with that beautiful woman, either childhood sweetheart, love at first sight, or happy friends.

Now this person has already met one of the requirements, and Jiang Ping waited for the sword user to appear on the stage with the attitude that eating melons is not a big deal.

The flying sword pierced the old Taoist's dantian and flew back to Hua Zishang's side. The flying sword spun around her, as if defending Hua Zishang, "You dare to move my people? Is the fox guard a vegetarian?"

A figure from the sky landed beside Hua Zishang, and the flying sword buzzed as the figure arrived, and flew back into its hand, "Yinhu Wei, Song Qin, please teach me some good tricks!" Song Qin's The figure slowly appeared in front of Jiang Ping's eyes.

When Jiang Ping saw Song Qin's attire, he almost spit out the drink he just drank, but his image was all white, but it was not white clothes, but white bandages all over his body.

"Brother, even if you are saving the beauty for the hero, you should pay attention to your body! You look like you are just recovering from a serious illness, and you still want to support the hero to save the beauty? Aren't you afraid of dying?" Jiang Ping sighed in his heart.

I don't know what happened, but recently my attribute of complaining seems to have suddenly awakened, and I couldn't help complaining when I met this kind of master who didn't even want to die for the sake of saving the beauty.

But to Jiang Ping's surprise, the other party just followed suit, "I didn't expect you to be Mr. Yinhuwei. It's my blindness that disturbed you. I hope you will spare my life!" His dantian was broken. He immediately lost his backbone, with a humble look on his face.

"Get out!" Song Qin waved a sword with a gloomy face, and slashed past the old Taoist priest's feet. Several old Taoist priests followed the little boy, whose face had turned pale due to excessive blood loss, rolling and crawling. ran out.

Jiang Ping didn't move, he just silently said a word to the little boy, and then the little boy looked around in horror, and then looked back at the old Taoist priests walking in front of him. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

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Those old Taoist priests who escaped from Wangyue Tower took the little boy into one of the small alleys, "Zhang Quan! Now it's time for you to repay these masters of yours. Hurry up and donate your blood to others." We heal!"

One of the old Taoist priests looked at the little boy fiercely. The little boy named Zhang Quan lowered his head, and suddenly took out a sharp dagger from his arms, looking at the old Taoists with fierce eyes.

"Shua! Shua! Shua!" The boy waved the sharp blade across the necks of several veterans, and the sharp dagger easily cut through the necks of the two, blood splashed from the necks of several veterans.

The blood splashed all over the little boy, and the veterans clutched their necks that were constantly spurting blood in disbelief. They stretched out their fingers tremblingly to the little boy. They never expected that the cautious little boy who followed them would one day will kill them.

"Before the immortal road, everyone is equal. If you don't fight, how can you become an immortal?" The little boy recalled what the mysterious voice said to him before, and the last hesitation in his eyes disappeared. The little boy looked indifferently at the ground that was dead Several old Taoists said, "From today onwards, Zhang Quan is dead, and my name is Can!"

This kind of thing happens all the time in this cruel world. In fact, those words just now were secretly transmitted to him by Jiang Ping.

Jiang Ping withdrew his spiritual consciousness from probing into the alley, and turned his gaze to Song Qin and Hua Zishang on the real high platform. At this time, Song Qin had fallen into Hua Zishang's arms, and blood was still flowing from the corner of his mouth. .

"Song Qin, are you okay? Why are you so stupid? Didn't you tell me you don't want to use mana? I'm just a half-demon, and I don't deserve it!" Tears welled up in Hua's beautiful eyes.

Song Qin stretched out his hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of Hua Zixian's eyes, "You saved me, so my life is yours, and if you are in trouble, I will come to save you."

Hiding in the dark, Jiang Ping couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He was going to watch a play, but now he even ate dog food!Jiang Ping was so upset, he didn't notice that the occult charm on the cuff was slowly fading and disappearing.

When Jiang Ping took a sip of wine depressed, he suddenly found that the two people on the high platform seemed to be staring at him, "Could it be that he was hallucinating after drinking too much? It shouldn't be, this alcohol should have been mana-dispelled." That's it." Jiang Ping murmured to himself.

"What's the use of daring to be Your Excellency?" Song Qin couldn't help but tighten his heart when he saw Jiang Ping. Being able to hide his figure without being discovered by him is obviously not weak. Now that he is injured, he spends his self-respecting cultivation And too weak.

If the person on the opposite side really has some intentions, they will really become desperate couples. Song Qinqiang propped up his body to block Hua Zixian's face, flying swords around them, waiting for an opportunity, as long as If there is any change in Jiang Ping, Song Qin will strike first without hesitation.

"Well, if I say that I'm just passing by, do you believe it?" Jiang Ping said with a dry smile. Just now he just lamented that the practice is not easy, but he forgot that the effective time of the concealment talisman is not very long, so that he did not have time to replace the concealment talisman. Only then did I expose myself.

The three of them just stood there staring at each other with their swords on the verge of breaking out, "Oh, okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, I just came here for a drink, and it's like staying behind when I see a good show." I came down to watch a play, and I was discovered by you unexpectedly." Jiang Ping took the lead in breaking this embarrassing situation.

Seeing Jiang Ping's attitude, Song Qin couldn't help but also heaved a sigh of relief. He also understood that if Jiang Ping wanted to kill them, he could have done it just now, and there was no need to wait so long. Come back with us for a drink or two?"

The left and right were free, and Jiang Ping was not in a hurry to return to the Three Juemeng. He pondered for a while and thought of an answer that could show his depth, "Good!"

"Fellow daoists, please come here!" Song Qin led Jiang Ping to a small courtyard in the slums with the support of Hua Zizhang. As for the diners hiding outside to watch the excitement, they had long been regarded as gods , where dare to block.

Therefore, the three of them returned to the small courtyard where Song Qin and Hua Zishang lived.

(End of this chapter)