Fantasy, The Cultivation Base From The Previous Life Cannot Be Sealed

Chapter 417: Misfortune Diverted To The East, Borrowing A Knife To Kill Someone

"My lord, if you don't need me anymore here, then I will go back first..."

Ancestor Qingshan tentatively resigned.

In the two battles in the Minor World just now, his gains were no less than those of Hu Li and Sun Xiaokong, and he even surpassed them.

If you strike while the iron is hot and step up your comprehension, perhaps your own road building will get an incalculable continuation.

"Go," Huo San waved his hand casually, "Go back and study it carefully, study it carefully, you must have obvious progress, otherwise you will not secretly scold me for being a stingy, just work and not get paid."

"Don't dare..."

Patriarch Qingshan laughed a few times, then left.

"Master, what about us," Sun Xiaokong said suddenly, "we have passed the trial, so is there any reward, haha?"

"Yes," Huo San said with a half-smile, "Didn't I give it to you?"

"Where is it! Where is it!" Sun Xiaokong's eyes lit up, looking impatient.

Huo San suppressed a smile.

"Touch your heads, is it harder?"

Hearing this, the three of them were taken aback.

But besides Sun Xiaokong, the other two gradually became excited.

"Hey, let me tell you why I felt something was wrong just now. It turns out that the defense of the head has increased!" Zi Hao patted his head and said happily.

"Really, I think so too," Hua Yangxu also echoed, "I used to accidentally injure my head when I was fed by Dynasty, but at that time, the opponent's strength was far from the peak of Mahayana. , if we are facing each other now, I feel like I can take their attacks with my head!"

"With such an advantage, in the future peer competitions will definitely win by surprise!"

"That's not right, how can you catch your opponent by surprise!"

"..."

Seeing Zihao and Hua Yangxu's excited expressions, the corners of Sun Xiaokong's mouth twitched involuntarily.

I thought, can you two stop acting like you have never seen the world.

Then he turned his head to look at Huo San, a little aggrieved.

"Master, I'm already immortal, so it's useless..."

"Why is it useless, iron-headed baby with iron head, isn't that like a tiger with wings, ah?"

Huo San raised his eyebrows playfully, then left with a big laugh.

"Thank you senior!"

Zihua Yangxu bowed in Huo San's direction.

Sun Xiaokong sat on the ground with one buttocks, his face full of frustration.

"Ugh--"

"It's not a waste of a beating!"

...

Ping Jiang Cheng, the city lord's mansion.

Ping Qiubai, who was injured by Xuanyutai, finally woke up under the treatment of the cultivators in the mansion.

Just judging from his pale face, it is obvious that he has not fully recovered.

"Sun Xiaokong...

"And that cynical boy, I will definitely make you pay the price!"

With a "bang", a delicate jade cup was pinched and exploded by Ping Qiubai.

At the party, Huo San and Sun Xiaokong not only didn't give him face, but also smashed the Xuanyu Terrace, one of the spiritual treasures of the City Lord's Mansion, which made his careful design fall short.

This is something that Ping Qiubai, the young master of Ping Jiang Cheng, can't bear no matter what.

"Come on!"

"Follow me to Wangjiang Tower!"

As he said that, he immediately took people to Wangjianglou to seek justice from Huo San.

But at this time, he was stopped by an old man beside him.

"Young City Master, don't be impulsive!"

"Old Wang, get out of the way!" Ping Qiubai ordered coldly.

But the old man surnamed Wang still refused to budge.

"Young City Master, the City Master has told you not to go to Wangjiang Tower in the near future."

"Not to mention, there seems to be a mysterious strongman who is comparable to a holy master staying in Wangjiang Tower recently. The background of this Wangjiang Tower alone is not something we can easily provoke..."

Hearing this, Ping Qiubai calmed down a little.

Wangjiang Tower is the information about a strong man in Liuyun Sacred Land. As the young lord of the city lord's mansion, he has naturally heard of it.

Although the City Lord's Mansion has some connections with Liuyun Sacred Land, they absolutely dare not easily cause trouble in Wangjiang Tower.

After all, one side of Sacred Land has an intricate network of relationships. If the person who is accidentally offended is stronger than his own reliance, he may die without knowing how.

And not only the City Lord's Mansion, but also some famous sect forces in the vicinity know about it.

This is also the reason why Feng Xinkuang, the young master of Wild Lions Gate, did not dare to be too presumptuous in Wangjiang Tower.

Only the mysterious strongman who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Holy Lord will make the City Lord's Mansion even more afraid.

But how could Ping Qiubai, who always claimed to be the number one person in the younger generation, swallow this breath.

"Old Wang, I don't need to go to Wangjiang Tower..."

"But Sun Xiaokong and those people, I will never let them go."

Hearing this, the old man surnamed Wang was full of bitterness, sighed softly, and then continued: "Young City Master, have you ever thought that the young man who appeared at the party that day is related to the mysterious strong man in Wangjiang Tower. "

"Being able to defeat Sun Xiaokong, Prince Shenguang, and the purple-robed youth at the same time with one's own strength, how can such strength be cultivated by ordinary Sect forces..."

"Does the young master have to swallow this breath?"

Ping Qiubai was still a little angry.

The old man surnamed Wang was already silent and no longer spoke.

Ping Qiubai waved his hand and dismissed all the people who were called just now.

He knew that Wang Laolan was here today, so he would not be able to go to Wangjiang Tower no matter what.

But smashing teeth and swallowing it in the stomach is absolutely impossible.

"Then if I don't do it myself..."

Ping Qiubai whispered while pacing.

Suddenly the footsteps stopped.

"Yes!"

"If we can't make a move, we might as well bring disaster to the east and borrow a knife to kill someone..."

"Sun Xiaokong has already made enemies with many people in Jiang Cheng, especially the Jinyang Gang, but even his ancestral graves were almost dug up."

"Then let's let it out, saying that Sun Xiaokong is hiding now because he wants to solve all the young cultivators who have feuded with each other in the Supreme ruins in a month's time."

Ping Qiubai's slightly pale face could not help but hang a touch of coldness.

"Old Wang, what do you think?"

Old Wang frowned.

He felt that it seemed a little inappropriate to do so, but he also knew the temper of his young city lord, and if he tried to stop him, he would never listen to it. On the contrary, it might force the young city lord to take risks.

So he could only retreat and said: "Young City Master, then I will follow you..."

Ping Qiubai glanced at him, snorted softly, and didn't say anything further.

But I already have a corresponding countermeasure in my heart...