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Chapter 35 18. Storage Bags

Jiang Ping didn't care about it on the surface, but he had been silently observing Zhang Keji's movements. With his eyesight, he could see all of Zhang Keji's small movements: "Hey, where did he get that sword from? Behind the butt?" Jiang Ping asked doubtfully.

"Bah! Is your brain full of water? He obviously took it out of the storage bag!" Bai Liuli said contemptuously: "The storage bag? Isn't that thing for storage? Even weapons Can it be released?" Jiang Ping asked like a curious baby.

It's no wonder that Jiang Ping didn't know the function of the storage bag. Although he had seen it in an online novel in his previous life, those memories had long been forgotten after such a long time. something different.

Although he stayed under Shanxiongfeng's hands for two years, Shanxiongfeng was guarding against him from the very beginning. Naturally, he would not let Jiang Ping have too much contact with things related to cultivation, even if it was basic common sense, he didn't want Jiang Ping to know.

According to Shan Xiongfeng's words, if a person comes into contact with too many novel things, his ambition will swell. Only by killing this kind of ambition in the cradle can he ensure that his subordinates will always be his subordinates and will not lie down to him. on the head.

But how would he know that Jiang Ping's body is the soul of an adult, or a person who is used to seeing novelty things and is full of curiosity.

"The storage bag is actually to create a stable space in a special carrier through spiritual consciousness to store items. It can not only store pills and weapons, but even spiritual grass and food." Bai Liuli Speak in the tone of teaching children.

"Is that so? Can you also be stuffed into it?" Jiang Ping asked curiously: "Idiot! This kind of elementary storage bag can't store living things!" Bai Liuli jumped up angrily, He patted Jiang Ping's head hard.

"Whoosh!" Jiang Ping covered his aching head from the beating, and suddenly there was a slight sound of breaking wind in his ears, Bai Liuli jumped onto the tree branch, Jiang Ping turned to the side, dodging the roaring dark red Feijian, Zhang Keji didn't expect Jiang Ping to escape his sneak attack easily.

Jiang Ping saw the flying sword that had become three inches long, and he knew it in his heart. It seems that the bandit leader should be a Qi trainer. In the realm of Qi training, the advantage of a Qi trainer is obviously greater than that of a martial artist. Xiu doesn't have any means of long-range attack yet, and Jiang Ping can be regarded as an outlier.

"Turn!" Zhang Keji pinched the sword with his hand, and the dark red flying sword who controlled it turned a corner and charged at Jiang Ping again. Jiang Ping didn't dare to resist the blade of the sword. The ability to resist the spirit sword.

What's more, besides the "broken horn" supernatural power that Bai Liuli gave him, and the three cold blade swords he had practiced before, he has no other means to use. Besides, the three cold blade swords are just Although ordinary martial arts have the blessing of true energy, they are still slightly insufficient against innate martial arts.

The flying sword moved across the air with a streak of blood. Jiang Ping didn't dare to be careless. He clenched his fists and assumed that weird posture. The muscles on his body jumped rhythmically. Standing up with one foot facing the sky, clenched both fists behind the back, and stretched himself forward.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!" The blood in Jiang Ping's body was rushing in his body, Jiang Ping jumped up, the fist wind was as fierce as the wind, Jiang Ping seemed to be stepping on the dragon's head, holding a pair of dragon horns in his hand , "Break!" Jiang Ping roared.

Avoiding the edge of the dark red flying sword, his fists hit the side of the flying sword fiercely. The huge impact caused the flying sword to break away from the original trajectory and stabbed fiercely into the cliff. Jiang Ping grabbed Timing, stepping on the hilt of the sword, the wind of punches kept going, and he swooped towards Zhang Keji who was opposite him.

Zhang Keji was shocked, and wanted to urge Feijian to turn around to defend against the enemy, but it was too late. Jiang Ping stared at Zhang Keji fiercely, with an attitude of never ending death. During these years of fighting, Jiang Ping deeply understood One reason is that kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

"Chasing the wind!" Seeing that Zhang Keji could not place his hopes on the imperial weapon, he could use his innate martial skill Chasing the Wind Kick to confront Jiang Ping in close quarters.

Although Zhang Keji is at the third level of innate cultivation, but the physical strength is really not comparable to that of Jiang Ping, "Touch! Kacha!" Fists and legs intersected, and there was a clear sound of bones breaking, Zhang Keji was beaten and flew out. His left leg drooped weakly, obviously seriously injured, Jiang Ping saw that the melee attack was effective, he wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue it.

However, the flying sword controlled by Zhang Keji had already been pulled out from the cliff, and was going towards Jiang Ping's back. sword.

(End of this chapter)