Chapter 566: Why explain to others

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The old man who stopped the road heard Wang Ping's response, stunned, looking left and right, a little suspicious of life.
The elders of the magnificent Fu Zong himself, who are highly respected, have a very high status, and some people dare to let themselves go away?
This young man is too arrogant and too arrogant. There is no such thing as a Chinese-American virtue that respects the elderly and loves the young, and should be punished.
"You, are you talking to me?" Elder Shenfuzong Nangong Wenzheng, staring at Wang Ping'an, asked in surprise and anger.
"Your eyes are not good, or your ears are not easy to use? Just stand in front of me, not talking to you, or to which cat or dog?" Wang Ping annoyed, these old men, all of them like to pretend to be pretending, acting It is not a good person at first glance.
"Boy, you are looking for death! I just want to see Fu Lu in your hand, you are so rude! If so, then I will take care of your parents."
Saying that, Nangong Wenzheng shook his hands, and an instantaneous rune appeared in his hand, like a hidden weapon, and shot out.
These charms are extremely mysterious. After leaving their hands, they all emit a faint yellow light, twisting and twisting like living, covering the space around Wang Ping's two or three battles.
Wang Ping's eyebrows were raised, and there was a sense of danger. This old man was not easy to mess with.
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In front of him were all the flying 箓, like autumn leaves in the gust of wind, screaming that made the scalp tingle.
Wang Ping'an flashed from left to right, from right to back, and then from flash again ... Numerous runes in front of him made him flash flashless, and the seal in his hand was a bit obstructive, delaying his counterattack.
When the seal symbol was returned to the system space again, Wang Ping'an punched a punch, and the sound of the sonorous son shattered the rifle that had hit him.
But there are always fishes with a leaking net, a numb waist, and a bead amulet falls on him.
Nangong Wen is from God Runzong. This sect is good at drawing runes. With only a touch of aura, he can perform rune occult.
It's just that their cultivation level is very slow to rise, so the painted 箓, like the castrated version, is not as effective as it should be.
The amulet fell on Wang Ping's body, and it was just a numbness, and it could not really fix him.
But the numbness at this moment was overwhelmed. A frost sign on his right leg, a layer of frost on his right leg, a flame sign on his chest, burned his clothes into a big hole, and a right arm Zhang Shenjian, a golden arrow turned out, pierced his skin with a small white spot.
Not broken.
But this time, Wang Ping was taken aback.
"Your old man is sick, I will let you get out of the way, and you will die? Is there any reason? Is there any other way?" Wang Pingping was really annoyed this time.
Suddenly, the true qi of the body was all excited, forming a whirlwind like qi on the surface of the body, and shocked the fu gully who subsequently arrived.
Then the two fists opened the way and went straight to Nangong Wenzheng.
Fu Luo, who had never fallen, became a real fallen leaf in front of him.
If it does not fall on him, there will be no harm at all.
"His ..." Nangong Wen was taking a breath, feeling that he had kicked a big iron plate. Seeing Wang Ping's state, he was approaching the stage of condensing infinity infinitely.
He felt bad, and if he couldn't hit it, he had to shift his position and escape to a safe distance. He was about to throw two more grates.
But his legs just wanted to jump away, but he saw a bad wind coming in front of him, and he didn't see what it was, so he snapped and something hit his face.
Damn!
Nangong Wenzheng screamed, his face was covered with blood, and his whole body was smashed back three or four meters. Venus was in front of him, and his nose seemed to be broken. The sour and refreshing taste was too complicated to describe at one time.
"Vile villain, you actually hurt people with hidden weapons!" Nangong Wen was roaring, feeling that he was overcast.
While roaring, Fu Lu threw out frantically in his hand, as if he didn't want money, guarding the whole body to prevent Wang Ping's approaching again.
"You use Fulu, I use stones, all weapons, despicable your uncle!" Wang Ping said, throwing a few small stones.
The slogans that smashed Nangongwen in front of them all burst and burned, but they also blocked his stone attack.
They fought here and disturbed the cultivators around them. They woke up from their sleep and looked sideways.
"Shen Fuzong's cultivator is sick, it's okay to provoke Ping An Buddhist to do much? That's a lunatic, who provokes him to be unlucky!"
"What did Ping An Jushen get here in the middle of the night? At this time, shouldn't he pick up the mutated fruit overnight and send it to us? Fifty bucks bought fifty mutated fruits!"
"Hui Qilin just counterattacked during the day and burned dozens of cultivators. Now he hides back in the depths of the volcano. The two are fighting now. What are they fighting for? Pingbai delaying the old man's rest is really abominable!"
Looking at the lively people, there was a lot of discussion, expressing their dissatisfaction.
But the people in battle have misery.
It was difficult for Wang Ping'an to attack the other party's vicinity, and Nangong Wen was controlling hundreds of singals. The aura was very expensive, and a little bit, there was a stone hit on the body, screaming with pain.
Until now, Nangong Wenzheng didn't know Wang Ping's name, or even what the Fulu in his hand was.
Only because of the sensitivity to the top grade Fulu, and out of a cultivator's greed for the treasures, he wanted to grab the good Fulu in Wang Ping's hands to observe for thirty or fifty years, or take it home to appreciate thirty or fifty years.
Unexpectedly, this young man was so ignorant, without giving face, his temper was bursting out, and he fought on the spot.
Wang Ping'an was also tired. There was no magic weapon in his hand, and relying on stones alone was not enough.
Throwing out ten stones, the opponent can offset nine of them with Fulu, and the remaining one has good luck. It passes through the layers of Fulu and hits Nangong Wenzheng without much effort.
At most one or two of his bones were broken, and he could not be killed at all.
"I'm too difficult. If there is a fairy in hand, he would have been chopped into slag, my master is too stingy, alas, it is disappointing!"
Just thinking of this, I suddenly saw a stone hit Nangong Wenzheng's head.
With a loud bang, the big stone at the mouth of the bowl shattered, and Nangong Wenzheng rolled his eyes and passed out.
The sky full of fulu, no one controls, suddenly dissipated and landed on the ground.
With a sigh of relief, Wang Ping rushed up and punched and kicked him.
"I lost five minutes of Lao Tzu and wanted to steal my stuff. It's really not a thing! Time is precious and priceless. Can you afford it? Let me see, what you have on you is enough to compensate Lao Tzu ... "
After Wang Ping broke another dozen bones in his body, he fumbled for a while, and pulled out a stack of brand-new Fulu. He took more than three hundred pieces, and two bottles of unknown medicine. .
Nangong Wen seemed to have been hollowed out. There was nothing else on his body except his clothes.
"Bah, you're a poor ghost! You don't even have a purse, how come you are so embarrassed to get out of the way?" Wang Ping An spit, and kicked him fiercely, and then he scolded away.
The lively cultivators around looked a little dumbfounded. While mourning for Nangong Wenzheng, they also secretly reminded themselves that they should never mess with Wang Ping'an.
Wang Ping's car doesn't care what other people think of him, he is not afraid of the crooked shadow, and he is acting like a reincarnated immortal. Why should he explain to others?
He took the robbed ... well, collected the compensation items into the system space, and then walked to the volcano, and took out the seal again. After activation, the gold glittered and pressed hard against the mountain.
In an instant, the entire volcano flashed a dazzling golden light, illuminating the valley, as well as the countless practitioners who were surprised or confused.
The seal is so simple, but the process is a bit tortuous.
At the moment when the seal became effective, Wang Ping heard the fire unicorn in the volcano and issued an angry roar, echoing throughout the valley.
"Who ... who ..."