405: C405 Orthotopic Pathway

C405 Orthotopic Pathway

Daoist Master Longhu stood dumbly in the arena, his heart sinking to the bottom. His realm was slowly declining and he was filled with fear. Like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves, there was a rustling sound in his ears.

Everyone looked at Yang Ping.

He was heavily injured and was barely able to stand. It was clear that he couldn't gather his strength. He definitely wouldn't be able to defeat Daoist Master Long Hu even if he fell to the altar.

Jiang Weimin was extremely frightened as he continuously retreated. He wanted to leave, but when he felt how powerful the Madame Zhu was, even if his uncle casually knocked down the altar, there would probably be no one else other than the old man.

Could it be that Madame Zhu had already reached the Old Master's level?

Jiang Weimin was so scared that he almost died.

Daoist Master Longhu regained his senses as his body trembled nonstop. The feeling of losing his power was extremely uncomfortable. If he did not, his enemies would definitely come to his house and lose their superior position in the Jiang Family. It was better to die than to live.

But even though he hated Madame Zhu, he did not dare show it. He finally understood that it was not that Madame Zhu did not come to stop him, but rather, he felt it was beneath him to do so. It wasn't that the two experts from the Floating Temple and the Thunderchant Temple couldn't be found, they might have already died.

He felt cold.

"If I win the battle with Yang Ping, not only will I help you recover your strength, you will also be able to leave the Dragon City safely." The Madame Zhu said indifferently.

Daoist Master Longhu's entire body shook as a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

"Madam …" Daoist Master Long Hu was ecstatic. He thought that death was inevitable, but he never thought that there would be another opportunity. He was afraid that the Madame Zhu would change her mind and shouted, "Is this for real?"

Madame Zhu looked at Yang Ping.

Yang Ping took a deep breath, her gaze extremely sharp, and said: "I am willing."

Daoist Master Long Hu asked again, "What if we kill him?"

Without waiting for Madame Zhu to speak, Yang Ping snorted and said: "If I were to die, my skills would not be as good as anyone else's. You can still leave. "

When Long Hu saw that Madame Zhu had tacitly acknowledged him, resentment surged in his heart. He thought to himself, Yang Ping, since you want to court death, I will grant your wish. Originally, his cultivation realm had been severed, giving birth to endless grievances. Now that he had the opportunity to return, how could he give up?

She weighed her own realm and realized that she was still at the ninth rank. Yang Ping was merely at the seventh rank, and was heavily injured, so with a sinister smile, she said coldly, "If you want to court death, I'll send you to hell."

LEE Ba clenched her fists tightly and revealed a worried expression.

Yang Ping was severely injured, and it was almost impossible for him to stand up, yet she still accepted the challenge. The others sighed in their hearts. They did not know the purpose of the Madame Zhu and could not guess, but they did not dare to stop it.

Daoist Master Long Hu let out a laugh and said with hatred, "Come at me. Didn't you say that you were at the same cultivation level and that I could easily kill me?"

Yang Ping took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

At this critical moment, Daoist Master Long Hu's eyes flashed with a cold light. He raised his hand and a wave of Dragon Tiger Qi shot out from his palm towards Yang Ping's face.

LEE Ba wanted to shout, but when she saw the figure of the Madame Zhu, she hesitated.

Ah!

In the blink of an eye, a miserable shriek came from the arena. Daoist Master Luminary clutched his lower abdomen as his face turned pale. He bellowed, "You're using a concealed weapon!" Blood gurgled out of his lower abdomen, as if he had been slashed by a knife, and was in incomparable pain.

Yang Ping looked at him coldly, she stood straight and released a cold Qi that was as sharp as the edge of a blade.

"You dare to hurt me?" Daoist Master Longhu's expression changed as he said in a sinister manner. He still retained his aloof attitude, but in front of Yang Ping, he was nothing more than an ant.

Amidst his rage, Daoist Master Longhu used his most powerful technique to envelop the entire arena.

Dragon and Tiger's True Meaning!

His left arm turned into a real dragon while a white tiger condensed on his right. The two of them combined into one and displayed might above Grade Nine. The others paled. They didn't think that the crippled Daoist Master Longhu would still be so powerful. He far surpassed them.

LEE Ba shouted, "Be careful!"

One dragon and one tiger, one yin and one yang. Daoist Master Longhu's comprehension of Yin and Yang had reached the peak, and he had comprehended the true meaning of the Dragon and Tiger. Although it was no longer a Subsaint, he still had experience.

Everyone else was worried.

The Madame Zhu watched coldly but did not intervene to block the attack.

When Daoist Master Long Hu saw that Madame Zhu was not going to make a move, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He felt that with Madame Zhu's status, it was impossible for him to go back on her word.

Jiang Weimin's heart was in ecstasy as he clenched his fists tightly and thought to himself: "Die, Yang Ping."

Yang Ping's face was calm, she was not afraid, she was not afraid at all, she was only looking at Sect Leader Long Hu quietly, in her mind, some sort of symbol appeared, under the threat of death, in that instant, he understood a lot.

It was as if a layer of film had been punctured by him.

Thus, he took up the stance of setting up his spiritual sea.

Daoist Master Longhu's face changed. He felt a stifling pain in his chest and was overwhelmed with shock. He was unable to see through Yang Ping's starting pose, but for some reason, the posture of Yang Ping, made him look like an ancient Vicious Beasts, revealed a vicious light.

He was scared and his actions were slow for a moment.

Puff!

Yang Ping stared at the Dragon Tiger Founder's eyes, and released her Spirit Sea.

Ah!

This time, Daoist Master Long Hu covered his eyes and was sent flying. He was as if a small boat had been turned over by a huge wave. It was a tragic sight.

No one had clearly seen how Yang Ping had attacked. It was as if she had glanced at the opponent and then fallen to the ground. Everyone looked at each other. No one saw the eyes of the Madame Zhu flashed with a sense of responsibility when Yang Ping used her spiritual sea.

"I seem to have seen it somewhere before," Madame Zhu thought to herself, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Adept Longhu was crippled.

Jiang Weimin did not care about his uncle's screams, and turned around to leave.

Yang Ping's mind was blank. When she was about to cripple Sect Leader Long Hu, she laid on the stage. Her consciousness slowly faded as she lost her consciousness.

He had a dream.

When she dreamt of the Junior Sister's tear-stained face, she kept waving her hands trying to summon her under the blue sky and white clouds. Yang Ping didn't understand what the Junior Sister was saying, but seeing her extremely sad tears …

No!

Yang Ping opened her eyes and crawled back up. A warm sunlight shone through the window and the chirping of birds came from outside. Looking around, Yang Ping was stunned.

Where is this place?

"Young Master Yang, you're awake?" The door opened, and Liu Yu walked in, pleasantly surprised: "How do you feel?"

Yang Ping was suspicious: "Butler Liu, where is this place?"

Liu Yu laughed: "This is Hidden Treasure Pavilion, Madam said that you will see him after you die." Afraid that Yang Ping's body wasn't feeling well, he suggested that they should rest for half an hour. But Yang Ping wanted to know more, so she quickly got up and walked towards the bamboo forest.

Bamboo House.

The Madame Zhu was making tea. Her expression was tranquil, without any sadness or joy, like a celestial being.1

"Sit."

Yang Ping sat down obediently, wanting to ask about the Dragon God Competition.

"Tea."

The Madame Zhu said coldly.

Yang Ping quickly drank the tea and revealed a look of loss.

Madame Zhu asked, "You have comprehended it?"

Yang Ping frowned, then nodded: "A little."

Madame Zhu revealed a rare look of appreciation. Her eyes were complicated, no one knew what she was thinking. Yang Ping was baffled, suddenly his entire body shivered, the lack of Profound Spirit Qi in his body immediately became abundant, and the fragrance of tea filled the air.

"How much did you comprehend?"

The Madame Zhu casually asked.

Yang Ping seriously thought about it, then stood up and respectfully bowed towards Madame Zhu and said: "Thank you."

Madame Zhu waved her hand and sighed, "Yang Ping, do you know what your mistake was?"

Yang Ping's heart thumped as she lowered her head to think.

After a long while, Yang Ping's expression became flustered, it seemed that she had comprehended the meaning of Madame Zhu, and she said ashamedly: "Thank you Madam for your guidance, Yang Ping will never forget it."

After saying that, Yang Ping did not chat with Madame Zhu for long, and left the bamboo garden. She also did not greet Liu Yu either, directly walking out of the Hidden Treasure Pavilion.

The sun shone brightly, and the light was endless.

Yang Ping returned to her Yang Medical Center and did not cultivate. Instead, she was comprehending a certain concept. Others might not be able to guess, but Yang Ping was very clear that his cultivation had already went berserk. If it wasn't for Madame Zhu being retarded, she would still be immersed in the flames of vengeance.

"Immortal Medicine Sect, Immortal Medicine Sect, if I am not a doctor, how can I bring out the best of the needle technique?"

"Opening the door for consultation is the right path."

Yang Ping sighed, and revealed a happy smile.

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