I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 86
"boom!"

A loud noise came from the place where the two palms intersected, and a result that Wu Liang did not expect happened.

I saw Qian Yanqing falling from the sky like a kite with a broken thread, smashing a bottomless big hole in the already devastated ground.

Qian Yanqing fell into the dark hole, and he didn't know if he was alive or dead.

And He Pingan floated in the air, with long hair flying, like a banished fairy, his face was calm, and he was not affected by the evil spirit of blood at all.

"Aren't you a second-rank monk?"

Wu Liang's eyes were full of horror, He Ping'an's strength seemed to have entered the early stage of first-rank realm.

And judging by He Ping'an's performance, it seems that he is still practicing martial arts, which is far beyond his imagination.

"When did I tell you that I am a second-rank monk?"

He Pingan smiled lightly, looking at Wu Liang below, as if looking at a corpse.

"Marquis Yongchun, if you have no other backup, prepare to die!"

He Pingan no longer had the patience of the cat to catch the mouse, so he prepared to kill the two with one sword.

"In this case, you are ready to accept the anger of this Marquis!"

A trace of resentment appeared on Yongchun Hou's weather-beaten face. With a thought, the drop of blood that had been stored in his body was pierced by him immediately, and the blood energy that soared to the sky submerged his entire body in an instant.

From a distance, it looked like a huge blood-colored cocoon, wrapping Yongchun Hou in it.

"what!"

He Pingan groaned softly, in that drop of blood, he felt a majestic blood energy and a strong and strong martial arts will.

what is this?
"Shh!"

Just when he was wondering, a ragged figure jumped out from the ground, it was Qian Yanqing.

The purple robe he was wearing before was already in tatters at this time, and the right arm he had fought with He Pingan was completely shattered, and his right palm was missing.

The golden light raged above the wound, and even Qian Yanqing's second-rank martial artist's incomparably powerful body recovery power could not erase the golden light.

Not to mention the recovery of physical incompleteness.

Seeing the huge blood-colored cocoon in mid-air, Qian Yanqing was startled for a moment, then exclaimed: "Wu Sheng's blood essence!"

'No wonder he was able to break through to the second rank, it is because of this thing! '

It suddenly dawned on He Pingan that in the blood-colored cocoon, such an astonishing will of martial arts turned out to be the essence of martial arts.

This is not surprising.

He turned his gaze and looked at Qian Yanqing who was below.

As his eyes swept over, Qian Yanqing suddenly felt chills all over his body, his true energy was fully activated, and his body was like lightning, and he swept away into the distance.

He originally thought that He Pingan was only a second-rank monk, but with Yongchun Hou, a monk who had half a foot in the first rank, and he surrounded and killed him, it was easy to catch.

Who would have thought that this unknown litigator in West City was actually a first-rank monk?
"Shh!"

A condensed golden sword light slashed towards Qian Yanqing, who had fled more than ten miles away, directly chopped up all the true essence of Qian Yanqing's body, his body was shattered, and his soul was taken into He Ping'an's hands.

The powerful spiritual consciousness came out through the body, searching the soul, and Qian Yanqing's soul kept howling and rolling in He Ping'an's hands.

"I see."

He Ping'an waved Qian Yanqing's spirit away, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he still underestimated these wily foxes like Marquis Yongchun and Qian Yanqing.

Not long after Yongchun Hou returned to Xuanyang, he found out what happened in the Qianxian county government that year.

Combined with He Pingan's avatar to impersonate Wu Fan in the Yongchun Hou Mansion, he once fought against Zhao Yun.

In the end, it was concluded that He Pingan's avatar was able to kill two fourth-rank warriors silently, fight against Zhao Yun and escape, and his strength should be at the second-rank cultivation base.

As for the first-rank monks in Zhenguo, they didn't even dare to think about it. After all, they are all outstanding people in the world.

After entering the third rank, the improvement of a rank's cultivation base is a world of difference.

And if it was first rank, how could he fight Zhao Yun and escape.

To deal with second-rank monks, ordinary monks will die if they go, so it is a deliberate bitter trick to arrange ninth-rank warriors such as Yue Laosan in the Immortal Cottage.

After Yue Laosan and others had an accident, they let Yue Laosan and others go through the government to sue He Pingan, in order to use the power of the government to suppress He Pingan, and at the same time lure out the second-rank monk who was hiding behind He Pingan .

They don't believe that in just ten years, a weak and incompetent Confucian scholar can suddenly become a second-rank master.

Therefore, it is determined that there is another person behind He Pingan.

As for the lawsuit, it doesn't matter whether he wins or loses. It's good if he wins. He Ping'an can be punished once and the people behind it can be drawn out.

It doesn't matter if you lose, as long as you can lure the people behind and kill the second-rank monk, He Pingan can't do it casually.

Marquis Yongchun lay in ambush outside Xuanyang City early on, because he knew that the West Gate was the closest to the Yongle County Government. If He Pingan wanted to escape, he would have to go to the West Gate and flee all the way west.

It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven, but they didn't expect that the strength of He Pingan's avatar far exceeded their imagination.

"Ugh!"

He Pingan sighed, thanks to the two parties planning so much, in the end it was up to fists to decide.

When a person's strength reaches the peak in the world, what kind of conspiracy and tricks can be crushed with one punch!
Thinking of this, his eyes sparkled with golden light, and he looked down at the blood-colored cocoons that were constantly churning like waves, and there seemed to be some peerless fierce spirit slowly waking up inside.

He Ping'an put away the Jinlin sword, the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu was in operation, the golden light of both fists flowed, and then suddenly blasted out.

"boom!"

The golden fist that had reached the strength of a first-rank monk, wherever it went, the strong wind raged, and with one punch, the blood-colored giant cocoon immediately shattered, revealing the Marquis of Yongchun inside.

At this moment, his eyes were closed tightly, blood-colored granulation rolled all over his body, and his physical body was continuously strengthened. The blood energy was like wolf smoke, soaring into the sky, which could be clearly seen even hundreds of miles away.

"Roar!"

Although Marquis Yongchun's eyes were closed tightly, but his martial arts consciousness was still there, he obviously sensed the approaching danger, and let out a roar that didn't sound like a human voice.

"Pong!"

The two fists intersected, and the golden light and blood collided together, and there was a deafening roar.

The aftermath of the explosion spread to all directions, seemingly not as sharp as the swords and swords before, but it razed the world to the ground within a radius of tens of miles.

He Pingan frowned. At this time, Yongchunhou had reached the strength of a first-rank monk.

But his cultivation didn't stagnate, and continued to climb upwards.

"Wu Sheng blood, the effect is so good?"

He Ping'an was very surprised. If so, his own blood should have the effect of being close to the essence of martial arts.

"Boom!"

Following bursts of roaring sounds, Marquis Yongchun, who had closed his eyes, slowly opened his eyes at this time, and his strength was also fixed at the late stage of a first-rank martial artist.

Only one step away, it is the pinnacle of the first rank.

It's just that his eyes were full of blood, without the clarity before.

"Boy, prepare to die!"

A hoarse voice came out of Yongchunhou's mouth, full of tyranny and killing.

Then his figure flickered, and he had disappeared in place. When he reappeared, he was three feet in front of He Pingan, and punched his lower abdomen with blood, and the punch was as strong as a knife.

(End of this chapter)