2539: C2539 Variable Day

C2539 Variable Day

"The difference is too big, how can we fight?" "No suspense at all." Above the battle arena, many representatives were whispering. They could see that Yang Ping only had Eighth Level Stage and Jiang Weimin was already in the Subsaint. The gap between the two was too big.

"I thought it was a fierce battle between two evenly matched opponents. Seems like my trip here was a waste." Someone shook his head and said in disappointment.

"That's right, that is called Yang Ping's Eighth Level Stage, I can suppress him with just one hand, his vitality cannot be considered to be strong, at most his fighting strength can only reach the ninth stage. If you want to defeat that person from Jiang Family, it will be extremely difficult. "

"This competition is not worth watching. It is said that there are seven Saints from Qingshan. I wonder if I would be lucky enough to meet one of them. If I were to receive the guidance of a Sage, I would be very useful in the future." Many people's thoughts were on the Saints. As for the battle between Yang Ping and Jiang Weimin, they were no longer interested.

Jiang Weimin said sarcastically, "Did you hear that? No one thinks highly of you. If I were you, I wouldn't have come to Teng Qingshan to embarrass myself and lose my life. "

"Yang Ping, you can do it!"

In the stands, Zhu Xi started to get nervous. She thought that Yang Ping wouldn't be nervous, but when he walked into the field, his palms were sweating and his heart was still trembling.

Ming Zhu's face was calm, but her heart was also anxious.

It couldn't really be what they said.

"I don't think so, Yang Ping. It doesn't matter if you win or lose, you have to survive." The two girls had the same thought.

Sunn Wangyue sighed in his heart as his arm trembled uncontrollably. He reached out his hand and held her hand. He turned around and saw a comforting smile on the Nine-tailed Fox's face. It calmed him down and said, "I believe in Yang Ping."

Liu Cheng looked at Ming Zhu and Zhu Xi, feeling upset. On the contrary, he was the least worried about Yang Ping. In his heart, his boss was the strongest, while Jiang Weimin was nothing. He was just very sad. Why was a beautiful lady walking around the boss? His condition didn't seem to be bad, but why didn't he have such good treatment?

Su Fei looked at the two people in the arena with a devilish glint on her calm face. Before the match began, she left her seat, left the crowd, and disappeared.

Liu Gan thought that she would be more convenient, so he continued to keep his eyes on the field.

Faced with the crowd's unfavourable view and Jiang Weimin's provocation and contempt, Yang Ping's heart was calm like still water. Suddenly, he had a bad premonition. Ever since he climbed the mountain, he had always felt that there was a crisis hidden within Qingshan. He thought that it came from the Jiang Family, but it seemed that it wasn't so.

A sudden danger had appeared out of nowhere. Where did it come from?

His mind was wandering, thinking about the source of the danger.

Jiang Weimin appeared to be afraid. He laughed and said, "If you kneel down and admit defeat now, I can spare your life. If you continue to be stubborn, tomorrow will be the day of your death."

The feeling of danger was getting stronger and stronger. Yang Ping's face turned serious as he stared at the sky.

He looked like he was telling everyone to be absent-minded because he was afraid to face Jiang Weimin. In the stands, most of the spectators shook their heads, revealing looks of contempt. In front of honor, you can lose, but you must not lose the last bit of Martial Cultivator's dignity.

A gaze directed straight at the opponent was the final bit of dignity.

Jiang Weimin was very excited. He couldn't help but reveal a sinister smile as if he saw Yang Ping's head explode with a single slap.

"Whiz!"

He released his Saint Domain and struck out with his full power.

He had to kill Yang Ping in the shortest time possible, and show his strength and the depth of his Jiang Family. The old ancestor was watching. He absolutely couldn't lose face. He had already calculated that Yang Ping would not even have a one percent chance of receiving a full-powered strike from his Subsaint.

There was only one result, and that was … death!

Zhu Xi stood up abruptly and shouted, "Yang Ping, be careful!"

Jiang Weimin glanced at Zhu Xi and his eyes shone with a fiery light. While he was flopping around, he thought to himself, "Bitch, once I kill Yang Ping, you will be unable to beg for death. I will ravage you and suck you dry."

Ming Zhu looked nervously at Yang Ping.

Why aren't you moving? Dodge!

Mingzhu had never been so nervous before. Even back when her parents had been in a car accident, she had never revealed her nervousness. She would rather tell herself that nervousness was useless than to calmly resolve the issue of her family's inheritance right.

However, she couldn't stay calm because it was related to Yang Ping.

Sunn Wangyue's heart thumped wildly as he thought, "Yang Ping, you mustn't die, you must hold on." Liu Gan was shocked, he shouted: "Boss, you've refined Unbreakable Body, and you're not dodging? "Truly formidable."

Under the crowd's gaze, under Jiang Weimin's attack, Yang Ping seemed to have forgotten everything. The ominous aura came from a place in the Dragon City, which was inextricably linked to the ominous aura.

Die!

Seeing Yang Ping not dodging, Jiang Weimin thought Yang Ping was stupid, and couldn't help laughing maniacally.

When the Saint Domain descended, death enveloped it. Yang Ping woke up and raised his head. When he saw Jiang Weimin's crazy gaze, he shook his head and a spot of light appeared on his forehead. He reached out his hand and gathered all the energy in his body, including his dantian, and gathered it all into the white dot.

"Whiz!"

Jiang Weimin seemed to see a meteor streak across the sky and the starry sky in front of him was just right in front of him. The white light was too fast, and in less than a blink of an eye, it had already passed by him, disappearing without leaving a trace. Yang Ping stood on the spot, his face pale and his body on the verge of collapse.

A weird thing happened. Jiang Weimin attacked with all his might and none of the spectators present could resist him. They seemed to have seen Jiang Weimin's peak attack. Compared to himself, Jiang Weimin was not a match for him.

On the contrary, it was Jiang Weimin who fell to the ground. The force and aura of his fell and his Saint Domain disappeared, merging into the air.

Silence.

Only then did everyone realize that Jiang Weimin had not touched Yang Ping and had fallen to the ground. What did this mean?

Was he trying to be modest or was he trying to catch a mouse?

Zhu Xi and Ming Zhu's hearts rose to their throats as they clasped their fists and started praying for Yang Ping.

"What's going on? Are we not going to fight?" Liu Gan was surprised and asked doubtfully, "It can't be that you're holding a hand and preparing to drink and talk, right?"

Sunn Wangyue wasn't in the mood to explain to an idiot. The conflict between Jiang Weimin and Yang Ping couldn't be resolved at all. Jiang Weimin's previous killing intent was slightly felt, and he felt a chill run down his spine, almost making him unable to resist. It was obvious how much pressure Yang Ping was under.

But the attack didn't come, what the hell was Jiang Weimin doing?

Everyone thought that Jiang Weimin was purposely stopping his attacks. Perhaps he felt that it was too big of a reaction, so he deliberately let the audience see more, allowing Wu Tie to live a little longer. In the end, he was like a cat, biting down on a captured rat.

Pfft!

Jiang Weimin widened his eyes and looked at Yang Ping in fear. A needle had appeared on his neck and the blood in his veins was spurting out. He was unable to stop it.

He knelt on the ground, clutching his neck, and revealed a strong desire to live.

Crash! *

When Jiang Weimin fell, everyone stood up and looked at the scene in front of them in shock.

How is this possible!?

Jiang Weimin actually lost.

If it wasn't for Jiang Weimin kneeling on the ground, everyone would have thought that he was dreaming. Even Liu Sheng, who had the greatest confidence in Yang Ping, could not help but curse: "What the f * ck, there's no mistake. Boss, are you guys doing magic?"

Plop!

Jiang Weimin kneeled on the ground and died with grievance.

Yang Ping looked around and suddenly found that there was no trace of Su Fei. His heart thumped as he thought, "No way, it definitely won't happen." He had a vague feeling that the impending doom had something to do with Su Fei.

When he saw the source of the danger in Dragon City, he suddenly ran down the mountain.2

There was still time.

Yang Ping said in his heart as he walked forward with the determination to die.

While Jiang Weimin's battle with Yang Ping had attracted everyone's attention, the seven saints on the mountain had already left.

In another part of the Dragon City, there was an even more terrifying battlefield.

Hidden Treasure Pavilion, Bamboo Forest.

Bamboo House destroyed, fresh blood filling the sky.

Zhu Xue was covered in blood. She was holding the head of an old man as she stared into the distance.

The three saints had hidden themselves in the shadows as they launched a joint attack to lock onto Zhu Xue, preventing her from leaving. Military God and Ancestor of Jiang Familyzong had already fled to other places to fight. Zhu Xue had almost died after being surrounded by the four Saints. He had killed a saint with all his might. But there were three other Saints.

"Zhu Xue, stop resisting so stubbornly." One of them said coldly.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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