2429: C2429 Princess Diao Man's Small Bottle

C2429 Princess Diao Man's Small Bottle

Jin Zhan was a seed of Gold Area after all. He was an old man of the Eastern Ocean, an expert in the art of Soaring Sky, paying particular attention to being able to show off his ability and was invincible in battle. The weak Martial Cultivator would tremble in fear when faced with his soaring fighting spirit and lose without a fight.

The state of mind of the Soaring Sky Technique.

Yang Ping's understatement caused Jin Zhan's anger to soar and his fighting spirit to soar.

She understood that his strength was ranked among the top in Gold Area. Even if she wanted to defeat him, she had to defeat him before his fighting spirit could reach its peak.

Yang Ping provoking Jin Zhan was equivalent to digging his own grave.

Jiang Weimin was gloating and secretly shook his head. How could this Yang Ping have such a character and come to live to this day?

Killing Buddha's expression was calm as he said lightly: "Let the competition begin."

Jin Zhan released his battle intent and displayed the Heaven Soaring Art's gesture. His battle intent continuously rose like a javelin, accumulating force to deal with. Once it was released, it would definitely be a world-shocking attack.

Yang Ping's expression was calm, neither sad nor happy. He stood on the stage and looked at Jin Zhan, allowing him to raise his fighting spirit.

He was currently very weak, and everyone could see that if he were to walk on the wrong path, he would definitely not be able to fight with a Gold Area Seed. Everyone was confused. Was Yang Ping deliberately trying to confuse his opponent, or was he too weak to comply?

Dong!

Jin Zhan stomped on the ground and pounced towards Yang Ping.

Using the Soaring Sky Technique, godly spears filled the sky and pierced towards Yang Ping.

Killing Buddha observed the Qi that Jin Zhan had displayed and felt that it had reached a superb level. He nodded to himself as the Qi and the will to fight melded together. The Eastern Sea Sect's Elder was truly worthy of being called the master of the art of gathering battle intent. He had created his own Heaven Soaring Art, which was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

General Jin Zhan could even slightly innovate after mastering the essence of the Soaring Sky Technique. It was extremely rare for the Soaring Sky Technique to be used in a divine spear state. On the tenth day of the holidays, it was inevitable that he would be called another old man of the East China Sea. He was a prodigy.

However, Yang Ping …

Killing Buddha frowned. He felt that Yang Ping was a bit too arrogant. No matter what opponent he faced, as long as it was a fight, he had to be on full alert and not be looked down on. Wu Tie had to pay the price for his taboo, which could possibly be the price of his life.

The other four people in the waiting area gave up on meditating and looked at Yang Ping.

For the first time, Yang Ping had attracted their attention. Even though Jiang Weimin had made his move, they were not sad nor happy.

The godly spear appeared before him, and the cold air pierced into his forehead.

Yang Ping was still as steady as a rock.

Jin Zhan was infuriated, his battle intent growing even stronger. 'To actually underestimate me like this, I will make you pay a heavy price for that. He was not convinced that Yang Ping had snatched away all the glory. Every genius had their own pride.

The Divine Spear had become one.

He executed the Soaring Sky Technique to its limit.

At this crucial moment, Jin Zhan felt as if he saw Yang Ping being broken by a godly spear and could not help but feel disappointed because Yang Ping did not resist at all.

LEE Baxin thought to herself, "Yang Ping, don't act so cocky. Hurry up and counterattack."

Jiang Weimin was secretly excited. Yang Ping was finally going to die.

Killing Buddha shook his head and sighed, "The winner is decided. Let's call it a day."

Just when everyone thought that he would lose, Yang Ping revealed a smile. The spear in his pupils suddenly shattered, turning into sparks of light, dissipating on the Life and Death Arena. Jin Zhan bellowed, he wanted to condense it, but a formless energy cut off his Spiritual Force, causing the divine spear to lose its condensation. Instead, it was controlled and turned into fireworks.

Jin Zhan jumped up and returned to his original spot as he looked at Yang Ping in shock.

Yang Ping didn't move, his posture didn't change, and he still had a smile on his face.

Jin Zhan's expression fluctuated. He discovered that his opponent was unfathomable. He was obviously extremely weak, yet why was he able to instantly break through his Soaring Sky Technique and display the strongest aura of the Soaring Sky Technique?

The others were unable to figure out how Yang Ping had broken through the Soaring Sky Technique, and they revealed doubtful expressions.

However, the elites were extremely shocked. They lamented that Yang Ping's control over the Spiritual Force had reached an unassailable level, surpassing the level of a master.

Killing Buddha smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "Good, this is really good."

Yang Ping had given her a lot of surprises, challenging people's imagination limit time and time again. This time, she was even more powerful, forcefully passing through the Spiritual Force to reverse the opponent's Spiritual World, like stealing the remote control of a robot, other people's weapons became hers.

Jiang Weimin's expression was dark and his mood was not beautiful.

Jin Zhan's expression fluctuated as he once again used the Soaring Sky Technique. Unfortunately, he failed the first time and became even more embarrassed the second time. The divine spear formed from the Soaring Sky Technique almost took his life.

In the end, after his aura had weakened to its lowest point, Jin Zhan began to relax as he sighed and said, "I lost."

He left without looking back.

Yang Ping was able to easily destroy his Ancient Martial Arts without any Qi. If this person was able to recover even half of his strength, he would be far from being Yang Ping's match. He voluntarily admitted defeat, lest he lose even more face.

Yang Ping looked at Killing Buddha.

Killing Buddha came back to his senses and said with a wry smile, "Yang Ping won."

Yang Ping left the arena and carried Liu Tie on his back. He walked to the door and looked at Jiang Weimin before he left, saying, "You're dead for sure."

Jiang Weimin's heart trembled. He didn't know why, but Yang Ping's tone of voice was firm and released an aura that made people believe it. He almost lost control of his mind and became extremely angry as he coldly said, "This is also what I wanted to say."

Yang Ping left without looking back.

The others looked at Jiang Weimin with sympathy.

Jiang Weimin disliked the pitying gazes of others. As if he was already a dead man, he shouted angrily, "Yang Ping, just you wait. If you meet him again, you will definitely die."

LEE Ba pouted. "Very weak, obviously afraid of death," she said.

Jiang Weimin suddenly turned around and said in a cold voice, "I will definitely kill Yang Ping on the Life and Death Arena!"

Killing Buddha announced that the seventh round of competition would continue.

Yang Ping left the Blue Willow Manor and returned to Yang's Small Clinic. Tai Yuan's face was deathly pale and his breath was like a thread. It was just that after escaping from the hands of the god of death, he once again fell unconscious after waking up. His brain concussion, if not treated in time, may be severe concussion, light at least lower IQ, memory decline, heavy at least become a vegetable.

The treatment cannot be delayed.

Yang Ping recovered a bit of his Qi and immediately used Five Elements Acupuncture, increasing Tai Yuan's chances of recovery.

One hour later.

Tai Yuan lay on the bed, fast asleep, but his heartbeat, pulse, and blood pressure had returned to normal. Yang Ping's back was drenched in sweat. He sat cross-legged on the side and entered a state of cultivation. After another hour, Yang Ping opened his eyes as his eyes revealed a bright light. His strength had increased once again, and he had become a seventh grade Intermediate Stage, causing his fighting strength to soar by one fold. If he were to meet Jin Zhan again, he might not even need to use his Spirit Sea, but could rely on his stronger fighting spirit to suppress his opponent and win without fighting spirit.

Yang Ping thought that since he had snatched him back from the hands of the Death God, he would need a very good recovery condition. The Titan Gang was one of the big gangs in Yun Province, and held ten billion yuan in assets. They used to be the number one gang in Dragon City, so there were many strongholds.

Sure enough, after the call connected, the other side found out that Tai Yuan was seriously injured and immediately agreed to come over.

Yang Ping put down the phone and waited for Tai Yuan's men. The other party was a woman and her tone was extremely unfriendly. If not for the fact that she was anxious about Tai Yuan's injuries, she would have gone berserk. Yang Ping didn't bother about it. He understood that the number that Tai Yuan contacted must belong to his trusted aide or close relative.

Ten minutes later, the emergency brakes sounded at the door.

Three jeeps stopped at the entrance, and from there, a dozen or so imposing black clothed men descended, surrounding the Yang Medical Center with full force. They did not bother to conceal their hostility, as if the moment the people inside the infirmary came out, they would be torn to shreds.1

A well-built girl got off the car and walked into the clinic. Her eyes were like a wolf's as she scanned the surroundings and revealed a vigilant look. When she saw Tai Yuan lying on the bed, her face changed drastically and she shouted, "Brother Yuan, Brother Yuan, I'm Little Jiao."

Tai Yuan did not respond.

The little bottle's face was gloomy as he stared at Yang Ping and said angrily, "What did you do to my Brother Yuan? With Brother Yuan's strength, nothing will happen to him. It must be you, right?" With a wave of his hand, all the men in black rushed in and pointed their guns at Yang Ping.

Yang Ping turned a blind eye to the dozens of handguns, but he was actually shocked. The Titan Gang was indeed different, it was illegal to hide firearms and ammunition, and it was also a heinous crime.

The little bottle shouted: "Send Brother Yuan to the hospital." His cold eyes locked onto Yang Ping, and he said: "Kill him, throw him into Luo River."

Yang Ping frowned and said, "Wait."

The little bottle sneered and said disdainfully, "What? You want to beg for mercy? You seriously injured Brother Yuan and killed him ten thousand times over." I won't allow anyone to hurt a single hair on Brother Yuan's head. "

He turned on the safety and prepared to fire.

Yang Ping stood up, ignoring the black muzzle and said, "The key now is to let Tai Yuan have a good rest. If you guys do this, it will disturb his rest."

The little bottle anxiously stopped his men, and said coldly, "You think you can live just like that, let me tell you, you hurt my Brother Yuan, you can't refuse this punishment." I have a hundred ways to kill you. "

Yang Ping felt a headache coming on.

Little Jun asked, "Tell me, was it because of you that Brother Yuan was injured?" Yang Ping's performance was not strong. There was only one possibility that Tai Yuan would be seriously injured, and that was to protect the weak.

Yang Ping thought about it and admitted, "I guess so."

Little Ping laughed and shouted, "Take him away, wait for Brother Yuan to wake up before killing him."

Yang Ping was not in a good mood at first. No matter who it was, the girl called Xiao Ke was too domineering and unreasonable. He said with dissatisfaction: "Are you that unruly?"

The little bottle angrily retorted, "You dare to scold me! You're courting death! "Kill him."

Yang Ping rolled his eyes. It seems like if I don't give him some face, who knows how powerful this little bottle is. At this moment, Tai Yuan opened his eyes and weakly said, "Stop messing around, Little Jun. Go back."

Hearing Tai Yuan's voice, the little bottle's face was full of joy. He shouted, "Brother Yuan, you're awake. I'll avenge you again."

Tai Yuan looked at Yang Ping and said apologetically, "Sorry, Xiao Ke is my sister. She is a bit impulsive when she does things."

Seeing that the misunderstanding was resolved, Yang Ping shook his head and smiled, "Take care."

Tai Yuan spoke with a lot of effort, he nodded and closed his eyes again. If he could take his life as a blessing, there were two ways to recover in the future. The most important thing was to rest and recover his body. Seeing her brother being so courteous to a man of average strength, Xiao Jiao could not help but be confused.

Glancing deeply at Yang Ping, the bottle waved and left with the man in black.

Yang Ping took a deep breath and shook his head, "Same rice and hundreds of people."

Suddenly, Yang Ping stared at the door. A faintly discernable presence appeared at the door. It was extremely powerful and made him wary. Only within fifty meters would there be a reaction. The person who had come was definitely a top-notch expert.

Peach blossoms bloomed, creating a wide road.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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