2426: C2426 Death Sign

C2426 Death Sign

Looking at the time, it was 2: 30 in the morning.

Huafu Apartment District was pitch black, and the owners had long fallen asleep. Yang Ping walked on the streets of the residential complex, and the moment he reached Floor 20, he seemed to have sensed something, and looked up at the night sky shrouded in Dragon City. A resplendent star suddenly appeared, far surpassing and dazzling the surrounding stars.

That star was simply too bright, to the point that the light it emitted could be compared to the bright moon. The silver light scattered across the night sky. Yang Ping extended his hand and held a strand of the clear light. He whispered, "A true expert has come to Dragon City."

Augustine was very powerful. His brain had been modified by the most advanced technology, so Yang Ping didn't feel that way.

Jiang Weimin was the successor of Jiang Family, a ninth level, Superior Grade, one move at a time. He showed signs of breaking through the Saint Domain barrier and Yang Ping did not think much of it.

However, when that star appeared, Yang Ping felt a strong sense of crisis.

This could only mean that the person who came to Dragon City must be extremely powerful to the point that every expert would feel him. It was just like a cloudy sky before the rain. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.

He thought to himself, hopefully, they are not enemies. He cursed that it would be best if he had enmity with Jiang Weimin and the others.

Returning to the living room and covering himself with the quilt, Yang Ping sensed that the three rooms were breathing evenly, which meant that Zhu Xi, Wang Yue, and Zhen Ying were all at home, asleep, and then closing their eyes to wait for dawn.

Daybreak.

He was probably too sleepy. When Yang Ping opened his eyes, Dingdang's voice came from the kitchen. Wiping his eyes, he went to the bathroom to wash up. When he saw Zhu Xi busying herself in the kitchen, he exclaimed in shock. Zhu Xi turned her head abruptly and glared at him. She asked coldly, "Is something the matter?"

Yang Ping smiled awkwardly and quickly explained, "It's fine, it's fine." Zhu Xi thought to herself. She got up early in the morning to make breakfast. Could it be that she wanted to poison me? She asked awkwardly, "What day is it today?"

Zhu Xi ignored him.

After washing up, Zhu Xi carried the breakfast to the table. Actually, she didn't have much choice. There were also the porridge with black smoke rising from it, as well as the sandbags and youtiao that she bought at the supermarket. The four of them sat down. Zhen Ying and Wang Yue's expression changed slightly when they saw the food on the table. They revealed expressions of fear, but hid it well.

Wang Yue coughed, picked up two sandbags and said, "I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first."

Zhen Ying took two of them and called out, "Wang Sister Yue, wait for me. I'm going to the police station for some business. I'll take a ride with you." In less than a minute, the two girls left the apartment. Yang Ping was left staring blankly at the last bun on the plate. He reached out his hand to take it, but seeing that Zhu Xi was staring at the only bun, he hesitated.

Zhu Xi's expression changed. She didn't say yes or no, just looked at that steamed bun.

Yang Ping smiled bitterly and obediently picked up the spoon and put the white porridge with black smoke into the bowl. He grumbled, "I'm not hungry. I'll just drink some porridge." He then straightened his chest, touched his stomach and reminded Zhu Xi to check the condition of his body.

Unfortunately, Zhu Xi didn't even look at him and just nodded. "Then have some more porridge."

Clang!

Yang Ping was heartbroken.

After he finished the white porridge that Zhu Xi cooked personally, Yang Ping felt that he wouldn't need to touch anything related to the porridge for the next month. He suspected that Zhu Xi had deliberately used it on him.

Zhu Xi's cooking skills were really bad. Her appearance was ugly, and her rice porridge was filled with sugar and salt.

After Yang Ping finished eating, he heaved a sigh of relief and smiled, "Not bad, thank you for breakfast."

Zhu Xi looked at the empty basin. There was neither sadness nor joy on her face. She nodded and stood up. "I'm going to the company."

"Just don't put too much rice on the next sweet water." Yang Ping shouted.

With a whoosh, Zhu Xi's charming face reddened slightly. "What do you mean by that?"

Yang Ping made an exaggerated expression and said seriously, "I'm praising your cooking progress. "Last time, I almost got into the hospital, but this time I was able to swallow it down. Not bad, not bad, it means that you worked hard during this period of time."

Without waiting for Zhu Xi to get angry, Yang Ping slipped out of the apartment. Behind him, Zhu Xi said that since it's not bad, next time you should continue eating. Yang Ping sneaked out of the apartment without waiting for Zhu Xi to get angry.

Before leaving, Yang Ping stopped at the door, and could not help but ask: "You returned to Zhu Family yesterday?"

Zhu Xi acknowledged.

Yang Ping acknowledged.

After that, no one spoke. They just stood there in a deadlock. Yang Ping stood at the door. The corridor outside was very long and far away, as if he would never reach the end of it. He was waiting for Zhu Xi to say something. Zhu Xi looked at the empty air and held her chopsticks tightly, not saying a word.

After a long time, Yang Ping sighed and left the apartment.

Zhu Xi also sighed, looking out of the window in a daze.

She wouldn't say the reason to go home was because Zhu Yan had reintroduced her to someone. That person's condition was so good that Zhu Yan used his life to threaten her and even carried away the pressure of her mother who had passed away.

The location of the seventh round of Dragon God Competition was at the Blue Willow Manor.

Yang Ping had been here before, and Wang Yan's suitor had already forgotten the name and was pretending to be strong in Blue Willow Manor. Unfortunately, she didn't expect Yang Ping's relationship to be strong enough for the owner of the villa to personally pour wine.

When he came to the Blue Willow Manor again, there were no customers inside.

After a thorough inspection, Yang Ping came to a training field inside the villa. This is a private venue. The ring was surrounded by four fences, like a cage. The two sides of the ring were like beasts. Around the arena were over two hundred spectators.

Out of the people who had appeared today, only fourteen were left. Aside from Yang Ping, all of the Yellow Area were eliminated. In the red area, there were only Tai Yuan and two talented experts left, and unexpectedly, five people had been eliminated, leaving behind only four. As for the Prefectural Selection, all six of them were left behind. This showed how strong the Prefectural Selection was.

There were no spectators in the competition.

The outside of the stage was divided into four areas, East, South, West. Yang Ping was the only representative of Yellow Area. There weren't many people from the other three directions, and there were still competitors who hadn't arrived yet.

Jiang Weimin was always the center of attention. Not only was he strong in strength and background, but he was also very good-looking. Yang Ping was the last to arrive. Everyone's attention was focused on him.

Tai Yuan gave him a friendly smile as a form of greeting. LEE Ba swung her long, slender legs as if she was bored to death, as if she didn't see Yang Ping's gaze, indicating that she didn't know that Yang Ping was hurt. The others had friendly and hostile looks, but the most eye-catching one was Jiang Weimin.

Jiang Weimin looked at Yang Ping indifferently and said, "If you meet me in the next round, you will definitely die."

Yang Ping gave him a tit for tat as he snorted: "That's what I want to say to you too."

The atmosphere was tense, ready to explode at any moment.

Gold Area and the other experts of the Prefectural Selection looked at Yang Ping with interest, feeling surprised in their hearts. Jiang Weimin's tyranny was built on his incomparably tyrannical strength, but no matter how one looked at it, Yang Ping was no match for him.

Tai Yuan came over and whispered, "Are you confident?" Ye Zichen looked at Jiang Weimin with a questioning look.

Yang Ping asked, "You brought a fire engine?"

Tai Yuan was surprised for a moment. Looking at the indifferent expression on Yang Ping's face, he bitterly smiled in his heart. They were both burning their eyebrows. In this moment of life and death, Yang Ping could still think about smoking and could not help but secretly shake his head. His mental fortitude was not ordinary. When ordinary people faced Jiang Weimin, not mentioning fighting, it was already a miracle for them to be able to stand. At least he didn't dare to face Jiang Weimin. But Yang Ping was very casual.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, Yang Ping puffed.

"If you pick any experts from the district, give up." After finishing the cigarette, Yang Ping glanced at the preparation area and was secretly shocked. Everyone in the preparation area was as strong as LEE Ba. Tai Yuan was absolutely not a match for him.

Tai Yuan was shocked and laughed dryly, "It can't be that bad right? "Don't worry, if I encounter such a situation, I'll just give up."

The person who presided over the seventh round Organizer was a monk. He did not have a ring scar on his head, and was wearing tattered clothes as he swaggered onto the stage. His appearance caused the already prepared atmosphere to condense into a few points.

Tai Yuan's expression changed and he revealed a terrified expression.

Yang Ping said in surprise, "Who is it?"

Tai Yuan saw that he was not joking around and said with a wry smile, "You don't even know him? Oh my god, there's a red cloud embroidered on his clothes, and he's holding a fan. If I'm not mistaken, he's Killing Buddha, the number one expert in Yun Province. "

"The number one expert in Yun Province, this is no joke. There were many great forces with great Yun Province. Experts were as common as the clouds, and to be able to be recognized as the number one expert, their strength had far surpassed their peers. "Don't just look at his cultivation level, he's also at the ninth stage. He's trained in the Eighteen Killing Strikes, shocking the world, shocking the world, making it so that no one can block his ninth strike."

After listening to Tai Yuan's explanation, Yang Ping was secretly shocked.2

Killing Buddha had a terrifying killing intent on him, only people who had killed countless experts would have one. Yang Ping did not have such killing intent. It could be seen how terrifying Killing Buddha was.

Killing Buddha acted like a monk. He smiled and said, "I will be presiding over the seventh round today. The rules are the same as the sixth round, Life and Death Arena. It's time for the lottery draw. " Put your hand in the box.

After a glance, Killing Buddha smiled and said, "Tai Yuan."

Tai Yuan's mind was slightly moved. He clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "Unless I meet someone in the ward, I will try my best."

Yang Ping patted his shoulder and encouraged him, "Go for it, it's just like defeating LEE Qin."

Tai Yuan chuckled and said, "Don't worry, my luck has always been very good."

Killing Buddha took out the second name and said, "Jiang Weimin."

Tai Yuan's expression changed drastically as he thought he misheard.

Jiang Weimin versus Tai Yuan.

Tai Yuan shook his head with a bitter smile as he ascended the arena. He decided to admit defeat at the start of the competition because he was not on the same level as Jiang Weimin.

Jiang Weimin stood up and walked towards the arena.

His every movement seemed to be able to stir up the winds and clouds in all directions. After a night of contemplation, this person's cultivation had broken through once again, becoming unfathomably profound.

"Begin."

Killing Buddha looked at Jiang Weimin with admiration.

Just as Tai Yuan was about to admit defeat, a terrifying aura suddenly enveloped him. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he was unable to do so. He looked at Jiang Weimin who was approaching step by step in fear. Jiang Weimin's gaze was cold as he said indifferently, "Without my permission, you can't even admit defeat."

Jiang Weimin purposely looked at the ashen-faced Yang Ping and revealed a strange smile.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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