3290: C3290 Wind and Rain of Eight Directions

C3290 Wind and Rain of Eight Directions

Separated by half a city and tens of kilometers, Yang Ping could clearly see that the old man's long white eyebrows were like dried branches dyed in snow. His stooped body was like green bamboo that could bounce back at any time.

Yang Ping could feel Zhu Xi's aura from his body.

Strangely, after he woke up, Yang Ping's ability to discern things was even better. If he wanted to find something, he only needed to touch a little bit of Qi before he could trace it and reach his goal. It was exactly because he was familiar with Zhu Xi's aura that the old man felt a strong sense of anger when he approached the city gate.

That was Zhu Xi's anger.

He was also his enemy.

Yang Ping stared at the old man. The old man seemed to feel something and looked at him. Yang Ping stared at the old man and seemed to feel something. Walking through the crowd and passing through the city gates, they gradually blended into the crowd of tourists.

With such a technique, not only could he escape, he could also use his senses. This meant that this person was very good at tracking and countertracking. No wonder there was no news from Zhu Xi, it must be related to this person.

Early morning.

The last sliver of darkness before dawn dissipated, signifying the arrival of a new day.

The person who waited for an entire night finally appeared. Yang Ping was not disappointed when the person disappeared into the crowd. Instead, he calmly waited. Zhu Xi's disappearance was a huge blow to Yang Ping and he felt a deep sense of grievance.

[What did I get for my patience?

Stability of the Dragon City?

People at peace?

No!

There was only hostility and the numbness of people. You were walking the path of defense, or the wall of blood, but the result was different. Killing the enemy did not reduce the number of enemies, but instead increased. If he wasn't worried about the stability of the Dragon City, Yang Ping would have started a massacre. Furthermore, he had clashed with a Heavenly King Stage powerhouse before, so he understood one thing.

The ideal was still built on the basis of the fist.

If one's strength was insufficient, one could only become a test subject for others. In the eyes of those at the peak of power, they were but ants that they could carelessly lay their hands on. Therefore, Yang Ping wanted to make a declaration to those enemies that harbored evil intentions.

I, Yang Ping, will not back down. The moment I cross my bottom line, I will welcome the most powerful revenge.

A hand suddenly appeared at the back of his head.

This palm was dried and covered in veins. The wrinkles on it appeared soundlessly and was impossible to guard against. From the means of the palm attack, one could tell that the person had a deep understanding of the void origin, and had almost grasped the truth of the void, achieving Great Saint Stage. However, the power that he unleashed did not actually belong to an expert of the initial stage of the Great Sage.

The one who attacked was a very terrifying expert.

This seemingly casual palm contained a lot of Ancient Martial Arts s and his body was still very far away. Yang Ping knew one thing, which was Sanskrit Valley. Sanskrit Valley, belonged to the Second Rate Holy Land. There were some people with Peak Great Saint that should not be underestimated.

That day, the Sanskrit Valley had been so overbearing at the Hidden Treasure Pavilion gate and Lei Wanjun had been so arrogant and despotic. It was a pity that Yang Ping had killed him with a single punch, shocking the entire audience. At present, everyone in the martial arts world felt that since Yang Ping had lost the protection of Dragon City, he was at most in the Subsaint realm, so what if he displayed the strength of his Saint Stage?

In front of the Great Sage, all Saints were nothing.

As a result, the experts of Sanskrit Valley struck out without fear, taking the lives of anyone who attacked them with the first strike. Their arrogant and domineering attitude clearly did not place Yang Ping in their eyes. At a place far away, an expert of Sanskrit Valley similarly attacked with confidence.

Yang Ping didn't seem to notice.

The palm hit the back of Yang Ping's head as if it was his wish.

At the city gate.

The Sanskrit Valley expert did not actually leave, but hid himself instead and prepared for a fatal blow. Very few people in the martial world knew that the reason the Sanskrit Valley was able to stand at the top of the Second Rate Holy Land, and also that the hostility towards Yang Ping, was actually related to the Floating Temple.

Floating Temple originated from Sanskrit Valley back then.

Relying on the Void Scripture, his Floating Temple gradually became a third-rate Sacred Ground. Such a secret was naturally not known to many, because the Floating Temple did not allow others to mock it as a mere branch of the Sanskrit Valley.0

When the leader of Floating Temple was heavily injured by Yang Ping and the Void Mirror was destroyed, the only thing the Floating Temple could do was to seek help from the Sanskrit Valley. Thus, the Sanskrit Valley sent their Highest Elder, Lei Wanjun, to the Dragon City.

Taking the Floating Temple was taking the face of the Sanskrit Valley.

An expert of Sanskrit Valley thought that he might not be able to kill Yang Ping in one move. After all, the opponent had a deep background and it was not easy to kill him, but the result made him very disappointed.

It was disappointing.

The Sanskrit Valley expert sighed, and wanted to continue forward, but did not expect that killing a famous young man would be a piece of cake.

Bang!

It could be said that the study of the void through Sanskrit Valley was even more thorough than the study of Floating Temple. Some experts who specialized in studying Ancient Martial Arts had even refined a kind of technique from the Void Scripture which could use the fluctuations of space to kill the opponent.

The technique that this person used was called the Void Wave Technique. Not only was it extremely powerful, it was also extremely difficult to sense.

Suddenly.

Just as the Sanskrit Valley expert lifted his leg to leave, a figure appeared in front of him. His pupils constricted as he put down his feet. He looked forward in a daze and wanted to say something, but he was too shocked to speak.

As if the words were stuck in his throat, the Sanskrit Valley expert revealed a grave expression.

"As expected." I thought I could kill you in one move, but you're still alive. " Although they were shocked, they were not afraid. The two of them had a fundamental difference between each other: one was a Great Sage and the other was a Subsaint. There was a huge gap between them.

"If you tell me where Zhu Xi is, I can spare your life."

Yang Ping said coldly.

The expression of the expert from Sanskrit Valley froze for a moment, and then he laughed out loud, and said disdainfully: "Brat, do you think that you can speak nonsense with me just by dodging my attack? You are too naive. Did you know that I only used thirty percent of my power just now? "

"I'll ask you one last time, where's Zhu Xi?" Yang Ping was expressionless.

Without the support of the Power of Dragon City, at most, you are just a talent. It's easy for me to kill you, but I do not want to waste too much energy.

BOOM!

His aura skyrocketed, and rain and wind began to hover behind the Sanskrit Valley experts.

Wind and Rain Road of the Eight Directions!

This was the opponent's signature move.

Yang Ping was expressionless as he watched the opponent attack. The tourists that came to Dragon City to watch the sunrise were still lining up to take a flight of stairs when a sudden gust of wind caused the tourists to stagger all over the place, whining and cursing at them from time to time.

There was wind, rain, and snow.

In the middle of summer, wind and snow began to blow.

The experts of Sanskrit Valley were enraged, and decided to use their true abilities to kill Yang Ping.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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