2454: C2454 Healer's Mental Exercise

C2454 Healer's Mental Exercise

Wang Zhi stared at Yang Ping, wanting to see this guy's fearful look. The steel rod in his hand shook, whistling through the wind. He seemed to be a skilled practitioner, not weak at all, at the Second Stage.

To be able to sit as the deputy commander of the provincial public security bureau's Criminal Investigation Squadron, he had to be strong. He had to be able to fight against the vicious bandits every day and lose his life every now and then.

In the past, when Wang Zhi used torture to force a confession, he could get useful information in a few moments. Now, he wanted to use the same method to deal with Yang Ping.

The three subordinates watched coldly. One of them stared at the door and observed the situation outside. The other two opened up the safety of their guns to prevent Yang Ping from getting away. These people felt that no matter how powerful one's martial arts was, how could it be stronger than a cannon?

Three subordinates had killed a lot of Jianghu People, and they were the elite soldiers that came out of the armed police force, so they were very powerful.

Wang Zhi came down with the three of them, just to make sure that Yang Ping wouldn't dare to go against the government. If he dared to go against the government, he would be courting death.

"How is it? Tell me honestly why you want to kill Liu Ling?" Wang Zhi laughed sinisterly.

Yang Ping was tied to a pillar. His face was indifferent and he didn't answer.

Wang Zhi sneered and scolded, "Smelly brat, I'll give you a chance to not cherish it. I'll break both your legs first." Then, he raised the stick and hit Yang Ping's knee, wanting to cripple it first.

"I want to see the evidence. I have it in my pocket." Yang Ping said with a smile as he faced the cold steel rod.

Now he's finally scared of death. When I was dealing with criminals, you were still wearing your open pants, fighting with me for women, you don't even know your own abilities. But he doesn't need to see any evidence, because it was all just a fabrication to frame Yang Ping.

"It's good to cooperate as early as possible, there's no need to make things so troublesome," Wang Zhi shot him a glance, and then he took out the prepared statement and placed it in front of Yang Ping, smiling, "We can leave with just a signature. We are the servants of the people, so we won't wrongly accuse a good person, but we definitely won't let a bad person go, right?"

As expected, Wang Zhi had already set up a trap for him to burrow into. It seemed like Liu Ling's death was definitely related to Wang Zhi, and there might even be many powerful figures behind it.

Dragon God Competition had entered into the finals, Jiang Weimin and Yang Ping were going to fight for the championship, then the big powers that had been hiding in Dragon City would probably come out to cause trouble. They could only choose one side, and that depended on who had the most value.

Anyone who saw it would know that Jiang Weimin was worth investing in.

Wang Family was considered a form of Second Rate Family in the capital. The clan had a Subsaint overseeing the clan, and it was even an expert at the peak of the Subsaint realm, just a step away from entering the Saint Stage. Their strength was much stronger than the ordinary Subsaint, and three to five Dragon and Tiger Adepts were not even enough for the Wang Family ancestor's slap.

However, Yang Ping felt that Liu Ling's death wasn't that simple. On the surface, it was the death of an ordinary person, but there was a hint of conspiracy.

As one of the owners of this area's front door, Liu Ling should have been visited long ago and bought off this place. Unfortunately, it wasn't until he appeared that the other party actually took action against Liu Ling.

"Captain Wang's method of framing others is too childish. You look terrible, aren't you afraid that I won't sign it?" Yang Ping shook his head and looked at Wang Zhi as if he was looking at an idiot. Wang Zhi was a person with Wang Family, but he was definitely not a core disciple because if a core disciple had strong strength, how bad would their strength be if they were able to fight with Jiang Weimin?

A few policemen wanted to deal with him, Yang Ping sighed in his heart. These people were naive. He was waiting for someone, but he felt a mysterious force approaching. It was extremely powerful.

"F * ck, Captain Wang wants you to sign on it. Do as I say." One of his subordinates swore and said coldly, "Do you believe that I will let you have a taste of the tiger's pincers first?"

Wang Zhi said coldly, "Did you hear that? For criminals, special treatment must be given under special circumstances."

"It's finally here."

Yang Ping looked at the door and smiled.

Wang Zhi turned around and saw that the door was empty. He thought that Yang Ping was playing with him and angrily said, "Don't waste your time with me. No one will save you."

Amitabha!

Just as Wang Zhi was about to make his move, a white-clothed monk appeared at the door. With a benevolent smile on his face, he walked over step by step. A police officer's expression changed. Without clearly seeing how the monk had appeared, he shouted like a ghost, "Halt, who are you?"

Wang Zhi's body trembled as he stared at the symbol on the monk's head. A Black Dragon with wings was emitting a strange black light, which was incompatible with the pure white clothes on his body.

"Benefactor Yang, we meet again." The monk put his hands together and smiled.

Yang Ping did not mind. He took a long look at the monk and felt a familiar aura. He had seen it somewhere before. A thought flashed through his mind. He finally remembered that he felt it when he helped Mu Zihan teach a group of thugs a lesson at their base camp.

Ninth Heavenly King!0

Yang Ping knew that this person was one of the higher ups of the Dragon God Cult. His heart trembled. This person's cultivation base was at the ninth level, the kind of person who cultivated using the spirit. His eyes were as clear as jade, as though they were a mirror that could reflect the light of life. The peak of spiritual training.

This was Ninth Heavenly King, one of the nine heavenly kings of the Dragon God Sect. He was indeed not someone to be trifled with.

"Benefactor Yang, I've long heard of your brilliant medical skills. This old monk would like to seek your advice. What do you think?" Ninth Heavenly King said with a smile. His gaze swept across Wang Zhi and the rest, revealing an unfathomable smile.

Boom!

Wang Zhi felt dizzy as a sea of blood appeared before his eyes. The killing intent deep within his heart surged out as if the subordinate in front of him was the enemy who killed his father. He roared and pounced towards Yang Ping. The same was true for the other three subordinates.

Ninth Heavenly King looked at him and used Dark Hypnosis Arts, easily controlling Wang Zhi's consciousness.

Yang Ping did not dare to kill anyone because killing the people in the provincial police department was tantamount to committing a heinous crime against the country's violent machine. This was also the reason why many experts were obviously being hunted but not killed by the police.

Because there was a group of people chasing after the Jianghu People s in China, Yanhuang Team was one of the strongest forces there.

"The Infernal Realm."

Ninth Heavenly King was like a Buddha descending and enlightened everyone.

If his mind was pure enough, he wouldn't be controlled. It seemed that Wang Zhi had committed a heinous crime and became a devil just by thinking about it. He would often commit crimes, otherwise his mind wouldn't be so easily controlled.

It was not to be regretted that such a person had died.

But Yang Ping will not let tragedy happen, because Ninth Heavenly King cannot let the tigers go back to the mountains.

"Buddha said, all living things are equal. I am not going to hell, so who goes to hell?" Yang Ping's face was serious, his eyes burst with light, the rope on his body broke, his freedom was restored, the Spiritual Force scattered, directly clashing with Ninth Heavenly King.

In terms of Spiritual Force, Yang Ping was not weaker than any Ninth Level Stage Ranker!

Ninth Heavenly King was surprised. Sensing that it was difficult for the Spiritual Force to suppress Yang Ping, Liu Tie and the others immediately became clear-headed and stood there in a daze. They looked at each other, but when they saw Ninth Heavenly King's eyes, they felt an unspeakable fear.

"Benefactor Yang, what a powerful control technique. This old monk is ashamed." Although Ninth Heavenly King was sighing, his hands formed a seal. In an instant, 100 seals were completed and a huge swastika symbol appeared in front of his eyes.

The swastika symbol was extremely lifelike and was the external form of the Spiritual Force that was highly condensed. The air of the dilapidated building seemed to become viscous the moment the swastika appeared. Ninth Heavenly King completed the seal and read, "If others don't have any intentions, then I will rest."

Boom!

When the swastika symbol appeared before his eyes, its might was peerless.

This was Ninth Heavenly King's self-created [Seal of All Living Things], a high-grade Profound Rank Ancient Martial Arts, it was very powerful.

Wang Zhi roared like a wild beast and struggled desperately. Unfortunately, the swastika symbol appeared and sucked in the lives of Wang Zhi and the others, attacking Yang Ping. Yang Ping was secretly angered, this was not a buddhist method, it was clearly a Devil Sect method, a cruel and cold-blooded method.

"Your sister!"

Yang Ping sneered as he shot a golden beam of light at Ninth Heavenly King.

Ninth Heavenly King's expression changed. He thought to himself, "Yang Ping is boring. Such elegant sparring, yet the other party is actually swearing. This is such a disgrace." He quickly retreated, trying to avoid the attack. Unfortunately, the golden light in Yang Ping's eyes was concentrated at a high level of Spiritual Force, overwhelming all defenses. Sensing the crisis, Ninth Heavenly King gave up on his control over Wang Zhi.

Puff!

The mental attack Yang Ping displayed was not simple. It was a spiritual sword. It was like a sharp treasured sword that pierced the enemy's mind.

Ninth Heavenly King grunted as his face paled after bearing Yang Ping's attack.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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