Don’t think that Tian Maoping is a person who is afraid of trouble. If anyone doesn’t like it twelve years ago, it will kill people and be extremely evil. The edges and corners of the Quanben Novel Network are now flattened, which does not mean that they have no temper. They sneered: “Oh? What are you? Are you a mad dog who relies on some family background? Lecque Swordsman will not come to sell his sword in the future, get out of here.”

The voice làng and the shock forced the three of them to leave. The man in brocade was shaking his sword, his face was pale, and he didn't expect that the voice would hurt people. He pointed forward and stuttered: "Say... I'm a mad dog? I don't want to live anymore. Do you know who this young master is? The 133rd generation top disciple is my father. Tianyi is my grand master. Dare to attack me? Leng Yifan wouldn't take this person quickly?"

"Yes, young master." The man's face was extremely serious when he cut his knife next to him. Tian Maoping had been paying attention to this person for a long time because he was worthy of attention. His breath was long and powerful, and his palms were extremely thick. He probably had already entered the 1 yuan mid-micro period.

Reading so many books is not in vain. The most important thing is to study how to measure the strength of the opponent. Among the three, the young master of Jinyi is the most idiot, at most, the two-dimensional and spiritual period is binary. This kind of pampered young master has almost zero combat experience, and it is easy to kill him even if he does not have any cultivation. The nv boy in Yexingyi is slightly stronger, but he is not much stronger.

The young master Jinyi only urged: "What are you still procrastinating? Why don't you take action?"

The man called Leng Yifan was not a fool. He was surprised to find that Tian Mao was not clear about his flat bottom. He thought he had just met just an ordinary disciple. When he was about to take action, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and it was not good. A strange grayish whiteness appeared in the other party's eyes, releasing the pressure of the Jing Shen, and his momentum was as motionless as a mountain. That kind of artistic conception was definitely not something that could be shown in the spiritual stage cultivation. He couldn't help but complain: "When you encounter a hard nail, where is this kid? I know that our son is still so tough, is it related to those supreme elders?"

In fact, Tian Maoping never expected that he would have a dispute with the lineage of the palm. Since it was too late to take it back, it would be too late to fall into the hands of such a playboy, so he had to hold on. He thought to himself: "Anyway, there are so many disciples in the Mén, and the light is insufficient in the middle of the night. Even if he wants to make trouble afterwards, he can't find the place where the birds do not poop to the cold mountain stream. It will be useless to anyone to make things worse."

Leng Yifan moved, and he had to move. If he waited, he would not have to compete. The sword shadow swayed, and the arcuate trajectory was drawn in the air, and it flashed in a flash. Free Novel Network

Tian Maoping has rich combat experience and is rare in the world. He is very good at defeating soldiers without fighting, and takes advantage of his momentum. However, he is not proud at all. He is now in the stage of cultivating the true spirit and is not easy to attack others. However, his opponent's sword comes, and it comes quickly and quickly, and pierces the shoulder blades at lightning.

Unfortunately, Leng Yifan's sword is not a deadly sword, while Tian Maoping's sword is a murderous butcher's sword.

The rare earth short sword I just bought from the market was always behind me. The fire of playing with sword Tian Maoping was far inferior! But it was different to playing with swords. I couldn’t remember the hundreds of millions of times I used the sword drawing technique since I was a child. I almost instinctively reacted that the knife had been unsheathed and slashed out with a low sound. One knife, just one knife, and one knife without any light and shadow, and blood splattered behind me for five steps.

Leng Yifan's face was sallow and blood spurted out from his shoulders. He was defeated, and was a little unfair to a disciple who was unknown. He hesitated for a moment. After all, it was not for the sake of his life, but he wanted to capture the other party alive. Who knew that he almost died because of this idea. The knife was placed in the air and was stagnant. There was a knife but no self, and the human sword was united.

Opposite, the man in brocade almost glared out of his eyes. He didn't understand what he had given birth, but he only knew that he had always relied on combat strength and was defeated so badly. He had no room for fighting.

Tian Maoping hooked his fingers, and the modified flying sword slowly rose in front of him as if there was a spirit. With a little freehand painting, he slowly showed his sharpness and said with a grim smile: "I told you to get out of here, are you disobedient? This sword has not yet drunk blood today, leaving 180 scars as a memory? Anyway, the mén rule says that it is not dead." Before he finished speaking, Xueliang's sword body trembled out of thin air, making endless buzzing, causing the airflow to tremble.

"Have murderous intentions" Leng Yifan felt awe-inspiring in his heart and roared in a low voice: "If you have the ability, come to me, young master, lady, be careful."

The people at the market were alarmed and walked over to watch the fun in the sword light. Tian Maoping frowned and reluctantly stepped on the scabbard, saying lightly: "You are lucky, but I still pray that you won't meet me again next time, otherwise I will chop it once and once. Do you remember that bullshit? Your subordinates are not bad, but I am blind after following the canvass."

The figure of the common man flew up into the sky before the crowd, leaving three people looking at each other in the same place.

Three quarters of an hour later, a dull sound came out of the Lengshanjian wooden house. Tian Maoping fell from the flying sword, gritted his teeth and crawled into the house, rolling his eyes in pain. The methods of shocking Leng Yifan were indeed beautiful, but they were all illusions. The gap in cultivation could never be compensated. Although the sword shadow attacked at the last moment, it still could not stop the seven reflux forces from infiltration. The thirty-seven true spirits detained in the body were loose at the same time. At that time, the flying sword was deliberately trembling to attract outsiders to escape and take the opportunity to escape, otherwise who might be the first to lie down!

The meridians kept twitching, and took out the jade and released 300,000 yuan. The true spirits had begun to swallow each other. They sat cross-legged as much as possible, and followed the "Ten Thousand Spirits Congratulations" to activate their minds, and the body became a battlefield in full swing. Unconsciously, the body was adjusted to its peak, and its potential was further explored...

After a long time, my mind became clear and it seemed not as difficult as I imagined. Time became meaningless, and only ripples continued to appear in the depths of my consciousness, thirty-one, twenty-five,...eighteen, eleven.

The true spirit has the unique xing. When the alien true energy enters the body, it will be removed immediately without any politeness. It did not issue a "exit order" to the brothers, but tried every means to incorporate it into itself in order to consolidate its origin. Tian Maoping never dreamed that it would swallow and fuse so quickly. In theory, those true spirits still need to be cultivated for a period of time to achieve the best effect. However, in this accident in the Wuming Valley, there was not much time to think about it. The arrow was on the string and had to accept the arrangement of fate silently.

Finally, there were only three real spirits left in the body, and no one could swallow the other party and formed a three-legged equilibrium state. They kept ingesting the remaining genus in the meridians, waiting for the final competition time to arrive.

Tian Maoping was afraid that these true spirits were "innately deficient", so he reserved the ingot in advance to take it into his body, which was a slight compensation for early devouring. Not to mention, it is better to have a rich ingot, and it is comfortable and warm to nourish the true spirit as thick as liquid. Such crazy investment is enough to enter the middle and micro stage by ordinary people. Few people have worked hard in the ingot period. Nowadays, many young people deliberately pursue the pleasure of flying swords, thus missing the most important part of their practice. You need to know that the solid foundation is, the broader the room for upward rise. If Tianyi Mén disciples have this perseverance and perseverance, they are afraid that the devil will perish long ago.

Soon, there was a shocking appearance. The three true spirits absorbed the numerals slightly differently. They could not see the advantage. Once they had a large amount of numerals as a backing, they immediately broke the balance. A loud rumbling sound came out in my mind, and my heart was boiling. The real test had just begun. The bones of the whole body kept clattering like a burst of beans, and the internal organs were churning violently, and the sweat instantly evaporated. The heat of the wooden house was velocity.

During Tian Maoping's practice, a secret reward shocked Tianyi. In this world, the two righteous and demons competed for the NPC, and the major sects also coveted NPC. As long as someone could afford the price, any trouble would be solved. The idiot's son was named Qiao Dongsheng, and his father Qiao Yongsheng was a top disciple of the 133rd generation. He had mastered the master to cultivate his cultivation and cultivate his cultivation to a few famous old men, with great power.

The young master of the Qiao family is willing to pay one million yuan to cleanse the shame. Even if there is no such money as a gimmick, many people are willing to help because he is Qiao Yongsheng's son and a core disciple of Tianyi.

Ten days, eighteen mountain cities arranged a large number of people to search with portraits. Twenty-one preachers heard that Wu Yan had also scattered personnel to monitor him. Unfortunately, even the roots were not even caught. Qiao Dongsheng was angry all day long and cursed, "If you fight with me, just wait to die! Where is the little ghost hiding? What's outrageous is that even the old man Lieque Sword Old Man went."

It was not difficult to find the source when Tian Maoping used the short knife that night. It was the market that bought a gift for his sister temporarily. A simple word was taken as a clue. Someone rushed to the Human Resources Department for investigation, but naturally there was no gain.

An invisible network is being spread out. The person involved does not know it yet, and even if he knows it, he will sneer. The last three true spirits are fusion, and they are directly entering the binary spiritual period. The surging true energy is circulating in the meridians. Tian Maoping regains his past confidence and can only describe "The Congratulations of All Spirits" as incredible, or the ancient art of raising Gu is more suitable for the right way of practice. It is certain that it is difficult to practice, but once it succeeds, the future is bright.

Next, Tian Maoping formulated an extremely detailed training plan. Recently, the consumption of numerical yuan was extremely huge. When he entered the mén, he brought 3.45 million yuan and bought a flying sword to lose 40,000 yuan. Later, he cultivated the true spirit and lost 480,000 yuan. He completed the foundation building and killed 300,000 yuan, and had more than 2.6 million yuan left. It is best to exchange items that can be sold for numerical yuan, because according to the method introduced by Zhou Qinghong, I don’t know how much I will invest in forging storage space? It’s also a bottomless dong!

It's time to see what relics left by the Sword Elecchio Leque left for himself. He poured out all the items in the bracelet, and a total of thirty-three flying swords appeared in front of him: one broken sword, five flying swords, seven flying swords, thirteen flying swords, six flying swords, four flying swords, seven flying swords, and two seven flying swords, and finally there was an eight-shot flying sword. In addition, there were some materials collected in mind, most of which were ordinary items, with only a dozen fists-sized light blue star stones, which were the first-class good thing, commonly known as the "Five-Aggregation Immortal Stone", with extremely high melting point and difficult to smel.

Just as he was about to find a way to transform warehouse No. 1 into a sword refining workshop, suddenly there was a silver bell outside and shouted, "Ouyang Haotian, is Ouyang Haotian here? I am your sister Liu Wushuang, come out if you are a little trouble!"
Chapter completed!