3291: C3291 Location of Concealment

C3291 Location of Concealment

3It was a chaotic scene in all directions.

The experts of the Sanskrit Valley were angered, and they used their Sanskrit Valley's powerful finishing move, not caring about the lives of the surrounding tourists, who were still complaining about the climate change and cursing at the unknowns of death.

"Die!"

The experts of Sanskrit Valley laughed sinisterly. Seeing the wind and rain rush towards Yang Ping, their expressions became more and more cold. As for the other ordinary people, they didn't care at all.

Yang Ping was in the middle of the storm, and there was no retreat.

But the experts of the Sanskrit Valley sensed that something was amiss. Facing his powerful Ancient Martial Arts, Yang Ping did not panic. Instead, he was very calm, terrifyingly calm. When wind and rain blew into his body, it meant death, and his body would be torn apart.

The Storms of the Eight Directions finally engulfed Yang Ping.

He was very clear that even if an expert of the same realm were to be caught in the storm, he would still be seriously injured, not to mention Yang Ping, who was an extremely low level character.

The tourists screamed, but there was no sign of death.

The people below the city walls were running in panic, but they were all on the ground, unable to take even half a step out of the city. Just as he was about to be torn apart by the wind and rain, a breath of fresh air blew past him.

The rain stopped.

The wind had calmed down.

The park visitors looked around in confusion. They did not know what to do in the face of the sudden storm. They had thought that they would die for sure, but they did not expect to survive, so they all left in a fluster. They felt that they were just travelling. They were scared out of their wits by the strange wind blowing through the city walls.

This matter gave the city walls of Dragon City a certain mysteriousness. Some said that some tourists pissed on the city walls and did not know the rules. They angered the Heroic Spirit on the city walls, so the Heroic Spirit punished the tourists angrily that day. Some said that the Heavenly Dragon God descended, and so the Storms of the Eight Directions arose. In short, there are many versions.

Yang Ping stood where he was and looked at the experts of Sanskrit Valley with an indifferent expression. The tourists beside him were running, their figures moving far away. He walked in the opposite direction, his footsteps as heavy as a mountain, heading towards the experts in Sanskrit Valley.

The expert of Sanskrit Valley stared blankly at Yang Ping, as he almost did not dare to imagine that a kid of the Subsaint Realm would actually be fine in his Storms of the Eight Directions. This was simply beyond common sense.

"Halt!"

The expert of Sanskrit Valley shouted anxiously, "Don't force me to attack."

The corner of Yang Ping's mouth curled up as he said lightly, "You are so long-winded."

Storms of the Eight Directions!

This time, the storm was even more violent than before. It swept through the entire city gate and turned the storm into a black dragon. It opened its sharp mouth and fiercely bit towards Yang Ping's head.

"Let's see you die!" I've used twelve percent of my strength. " The experts of Sanskrit Valley laughed loudly.

The storm came.

Yang Ping took a step forward and then appeared in front of his opponent. Under his terrified gaze, he grabbed his neck and smashed towards the floor, only to hear a boom.

"Where's Zhu Xi?" Yang Ping revealed killing intent, he coldly said, and picked up the Sanskrit Valley expert, throwing him down once again. After another round of impact, no matter how powerful the expert was, he would not be able to bear it. A warrior could be killed but not humiliated. Yang Ping wanted to remove the other party's dignity.

"I don't know!" Being played like this by a junior, it would be better to just die. If this were to spread out, it would become a joke in the martial arts world, "Brat, you have offended the Sanskrit Valley, there is no chance for you to live in this world.

Yang Ping said coldly, "You think I don't dare to kill you?"

His tone was ice-cold, the experts of the Sanskrit Valley were all cold, he was scared witless, but very quickly felt that it was impossible, he thought, I am one of the experts of the Sanskrit Valley, a leader is an invincible existence, and my identity is special, anything that I know about it would not dare target us, this guy is a man of the Immortal Medicine Sect, he is definitely afraid of our leader, how can he kill me?

Determining that Yang Ping did not dare to move, the Sanskrit Valley expert sneered and said: "If you have the ability, you can attack.

Yang Ping was silent.

The Sanskrit Valley expert laughed coldly: "Are you afraid? The leader of our Sanskrit Valley has a deep relationship with Devil Sect, and the people of the martial world do not know about this. For a mere Immortal Medicine Sect disciple like you to dare to go against me, that is truly disrespectful!"

"Tss ~ ~ ~"

Black lightning flashed on Yang Ping's arm and nine sections of his body lit up, forming nine terrifying black holes. Yang Ping said lightly, "If that's the case, then so be it."

The Sanskrit Valley expert was suspicious, but very quickly, his face changed. The energy in his body disappeared quickly. Yang Ping's body was like a magnet as it absorbed his energy. The energy in his meridians was flowing away in a terrifying way and the source of energy was also melting. The most terrifying thing was that his cultivation level was dropping.

Peak of the Saint level!

Saint's Late Stage!

Saint's Middle Stage!

Saint's Early Stage!

… ….

Third Level Stage!

Second level!

First rank!

Every time his cultivation level fell, the Sanskrit Valley expert's face would turn pale and he screamed miserably. He wouldn't stop begging for mercy, begging Yang Ping to let him go, but it was useless. Once Yang Ping decided to do something, it would not change.

The Sanskrit Valley experts who were thrown to the ground like trash wanted to get up but lacked the strength. He had turned into an ordinary person, staring blankly at Yang Ping. Yang Ping said, "If you tell me where Zhu Xi is, I can help you recover your strength."

The expert's body trembled from head to toe, and revealed an extremely yearning gaze. However, he only desired it, and did not dare to sell his Sanskrit Valley. This was because if the leader knew, his fate would be very miserable, so he gritted his teeth and said: "Yang Ping, you and I have no enmity, so why kill each other. You can give me back my strength. As for me, I can become your friend. My position in the Sanskrit Valley is very good, and there are many friends in the martial arts world.

"Are you sure you can still raise your arms?" Yang Ping asked with a smile.

The Sanskrit Valley expert's body shivered, feeling bitter in his heart. The current him was just a cripple, so those so-called friends who didn't take advantage of him was the best. How could she still help him? But selling out Sanskrit Valley was definitely impossible.

"You seem to have forgotten that I can hypnotize you."

A hypnotic voice broke the mental defenses of the Sanskrit Valley expert the instant he lost his mind, and then, he controlled his will …

Five minutes later.

Yang Ping left the city gate and headed towards the suburbs.

He did not get much useful information from the consciousness of the Sanskrit Valley experts. In fact, Zhu Xi's information had nothing to do with Sanskrit Valley. To be able to match Sanskrit Valley with Second Rate Holy Land meant that he was definitely not an ordinary person. Zhu Xi is currently being held in a villa in the suburbs. It might be too late to go now.

Yang Ping, who was riding a meteor, arrived at the villa in the suburbs. He immediately sensed Zhu Xi's aura and became excited.

He finally found it.

After waiting for so long and many days, Yang Ping finally saw hope for success. There were at least three experts of Great Saint Level guarding the suburbs, and there were quite a few other experts as well, guarding various positions.

However, Yang Ping silently went through the defense and soon arrived at the place where Zhu Xi was locked up. Just as he was about to go in, he heard a familiar voice.

"I didn't expect Zhu Xi to be so easily deceived."

This voice was clearly …

Yang Ping's face turned dark. He never thought that this voice would appear here. Wasn't she already dead?

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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