thenovelthief [120] Ouyang Zhongmo Bullies The Young And Kills The Young, The Heartbeat Of Two Girls (Please Custo
[120] Ouyang Zhongmo Bullies The Young And Kills The Young, The Heartbeat Of Two Girls (Please Custo
Everyone, step back!
This scene is no longer something they can participate in.
Everyone has heard of Wu Ping's name.
But apart from those deeds and casually mentioned verses that should belong in the heavens but not on earth,
The most common thing is his infamous reputation.
As for whether Wu Ping can defeat Quan Fei,
If it were a disciple from another peak with such a huge gap in cultivation level,
They might still need to consider it.
But, Wu Ping is fighting against Quan Fei.
One is known for his exaggerated and abnormal combat power, while the other is a disciple of Human Demon Peak who is not good at direct combat.
And Wu Ping is also a disciple of Ouyang from Human Demon Peak.
With just this identity, it almost indicates that the poison they have in their hands can hardly pose a threat to Wu Ping.
Playing with poison.
Elder Ouyang is a senior figure.
Wouldn't he provide his only disciple with something good to counteract the poison?
Now Quan Fei's advantage is completely gone.
As for Ran Qingqing,
It's none of her business.
Even if she can't figure out the details of Wu Ping's divine seed, even if she can, it's still not her concern.
It's best if he dies from the poison.
As for the battle between Human Demon Peak and the Twelve Caves of Nanshan,
They have always been engaged in back-and-forth fights, with wins and losses.
Winning once and losing once is not a big deal.
No one would particularly care.
The main thing is to communicate.
Winning is a good thing, losing is not a problem, and no one will blame them.
Why bother to help? If they offend Wu Ping, it will be troublesome.
The Buddha whip shines brightly.
Quan Fei's expression on his face changes.
He has heard of Wu Ping's name.
Approaching rashly, he has no confidence at all.
This is no longer a question of whether he can win or not.
It's about whether he can survive.
"Why all this noise and commotion!"
Ouyang Zhongmo appeared.
Quan Fei saw hope.
Immediately kneeling down: "Please, Elder Ouyang, save the disciple's life!"
As for the situation outside, Elder Ouyang naturally knew. What realm was he in?
Every move was under his control.
As for why he came out now.
Of course, it was to settle things for his precious disciple.
"Come in with me, Wu Ping, you too."
"Yes."
The two followed Elder Ouyang into the cabin of the spiritual boat.
"Will Elder Ouyang blame Senior Brother Wu Ping?"
"If you ask me, Senior Brother Quan Fei was indeed presumptuous. How can you judge someone's spiritual nature as soon as you meet them?"
Inside the cabin.
Quan Fei was deeply poisoned, almost to the core.
Walking unsteadily.
Head lowered, eyes filled with resentment.
Just arrived in Ouyang Zhongmo's room.
A large hand suddenly covered him.
Directly lifting him up, sealing all of Quan Fei's spiritual power.
"My disciple, I can't bear to let him suffer, and yet you dare to humiliate my love!!!"
At this moment.
Elder Ouyang's true nature was revealed.
A hand stretched out.
Quan Fei was immediately torn apart.
He didn't even have a chance to scream, his body parts scattered and floating in the air.
Ouyang Zhongmo snorted coldly.
He took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket.
Poured out a pill that seemed to be alive and wriggling in his hand.
Just gently infused it with spiritual power.
The pill instantly came to life.
Transforming into a small creature with hooked tentacles, it flew towards Quan Fei's dismembered body.
The tentacles on its body suddenly erupted, pulling back and reassembling the scattered body parts, organs, and bones.
In the blink of an eye.
A new Quan Fei appeared.
Covered in densely packed wounds.
In the wound, a black, viscous substance wriggled. It quickly restored itself at a visible speed. The person appeared exactly the same as before, without any difference.
"Quan Fei" bowed and said, "Greetings, Elder Ouyang, greetings, Martial Master."
Elder Ouyang turned his head and proudly said, "Disciple, how do you like the technique of creating living beings by the Western Master? Do you want to learn it?"
Wu Ping frowned.
It's interesting, but it doesn't seem to be very useful.
"Forget it, Master. I haven't fully grasped the principles of the elixir yet. Next time, next time, definitely next time."
Ouyang Zhongmo felt a bit disappointed.
"But Master, won't this be discovered?" he pointed at the modified Quan Fei.
"Discovered? With my methods, ordinary people won't be able to find out. Even if someone with that ability does find out, they won't dare to expose me. Originally, I wasn't confident about the trip to the Twelve Caves of Nanshan. But now, with this modified Quan Fei, the trip is basically secure. Hahaha."
Wu Ping understood.
"Cheating," he said.
Ouyang Zhongmo became anxious when he heard that.
He quickly explained, "How can this be called cheating? It's just a method. The techniques of the Twelve Caves of Nanshan are inferior to ours. They definitely won't have anything to say."
"And he is Quan Fei. If I say he is, then he is. Who dares to argue!?"
"Quan Fei" also spoke at this moment, "Martial Master, of course I am Quan Fei. Don't I look like him?"
"Yes, you look too much like him. If I hadn't seen you being dissected just now, I would have thought you were the real one."
"But without this hand, will it not have any impact?"
Wu Ping asked.
Ouyang Zhongmo waved his hand, "No problem, no problem. You go out and play with them first. I'll give him a new hand later, guaranteed to be better than the original."
Wu Ping didn't dwell on it either.
After he left, the smile on Ouyang Zhongmo's face instantly disappeared.
"What audacity, even daring to lay hands on my disciple."
He turned his hand over and opened it.
Quan Fei's soul kept kowtowing and begging for mercy in front of Ouyang Zhongmo.
With a sudden pinch, his soul dispersed.
The elder attacked his disciple.
Bullying the weak?
Harming his disciple?
Yes!
Indeed, it is bullying and harming disciples. So what?
To put it in Ouyang Zhongmo's words, isn't Quan Fei also bullying the weak with his strength?
How old is Wu Ping? How old is he?
What level is Wu Ping at? What level is he at?
If he can bully the weak with his strength, why can't he do it himself?
It doesn't matter which peak's disciple you are, it doesn't work.
Outside the cabin.
The incident that happened earlier.
Not many people are in the mood for idle chat.
But Ran Qingqing is like someone with nothing to do.
She comes up to Wu Ping with a wriggling and tantrum-throwing little snake, wanting to chat.
"Martial Master, is this your first time going to the Twelve Caves of Nanshan?"
"Yes, I've never heard of it before."
As Wu Ping spoke, information about the Twelve Caves of Nanshan came to mind.
"In that case, Martial Master, you should be careful."
"What should I be careful of?"
Wu Ping asked in confusion.
Could it be that someone will come after him when he goes there?
"Be careful of being taken away as someone else's lover. Martial Master, you are so handsome, and the atmosphere in the Twelve Caves of Nanshan is slightly open. When I went there before, several junior brothers were taken away."
Ran Qingqing said with a light laugh.
"Is there such a saying?"
"Of course not, I lied to you."
Ran Qingqing stuck out her tongue playfully.
Gently stroking the little snake in her arms, she said, "But someone might challenge you."
Wu Ping was speechless. Indeed, this female demonic cultivator was not very stable.
But after listening to Ran Qingqing's words, he asked, "Isn't it about fighting with medicine and poison? Why would they challenge me?"
He doesn't know these things.
Ran Qingqing looked at the Ba Hui perched on his shoulder and said, "Although junior brother doesn't know the path of poisonous pills, junior brother has divine seeds, and it seems that they have been cultivated quite successfully. Those people in the Twelve Caves of Nanshan, besides the art of poisonous pills..."
"Their beast taming and snake nurturing skills are also extraordinary."
"When the time comes, they might be interested in hunting and invite junior brother to fight beasts and compete in snake nurturing, to see whose divine seeds are stronger."
Forget about competing, Wu Ping wasn't even interested in listening.
This kind of showing off in a competition, especially on someone else's territory, losing would be embarrassing for oneself, and Ba Hui might even get hurt. Winning would be embarrassing for others, and there might be lingering resentment.
It's unnecessary.
It's better not to attract attention.
"If Master can win, maybe we can get a lot of good things."
Wu Ping: "Really? What kind of things?"
If he can make money, Wu Ping won't be in a difficult situation.
Ran Qingqing glanced at him.
It shouldn't be like this. Wu Ping's junior brother has already become a disciple of Elder Ouyang. Could he be poor?
"Spirit seeds, elixirs, spiritual materials, spiritual essence, everything is available. As long as the junior brother shows his skills, the other party will have to offer corresponding valuable items in a competition."
Wu Ping understood.
He turned around and was about to enter the cabin.
Coincidentally, the door opened.
Ouyang Zhongmo walked out from inside.
Followed by the transformed Quan Fei.
Wu Ping reached out his hand: "Master, give me some gold coins."
Ouyang Zhongmo was puzzled.
"What do you mean?"
"Give me some treasures and money. I heard from Senior Sister Ran that the people from the Twelve Caves of Nanshan like to compete in Gu battles and beast fights. If you give me some capital, I will return it to you if I win."
As for Wu Ping's own assets.
Those cannot be touched.
If what Master gave is lost, then it's lost.
No regrets.
But if his own things are lost, that would be regretful.
No loss if he loses, free enjoyment if he wins.
This business is really worth it!
Ouyang Zhongmo, while handing over things, asked in confusion, "Didn't I just give you a thousand yuan?"
Although he said that, Wu Ping dared to ask, so he dared to give.
Who asked him to have only one disciple?
Puppets, spirit grass, spiritual essence, spiritual materials, elixirs.
"All of these are for you to play with. If you lose, it will be considered as Master's loss. If you win, it will be yours. No need to return."
When these words were spoken, a golden light shone in Wu Ping's eyes as he looked at Ouyang Zhongmo.
Magnanimous.
Too magnanimous.
"Thank you, Master!"
The surrounding disciples were even more envious, their eyes wide open.
But it was only envy.
They say wealth should not be flaunted.
But it also depends on whose wealth it is.
Even if Elder Ouyang is still here, even if he is not, who dares to touch Wu Ping?
"Sister Ran, let's talk about how to play the Gu battle in the Twelve Caves of Nanshan?"
In just one day.
The flying boat flew from the northern border to the southern land.
Compared to the chaotic world of demons in the northern border, it is full of smoke and miasma.
This southern land is simply a paradise on earth.
Mountains and rivers connect, clouds and mist linger, with endless green.
Birds and beasts resembling egrets can be seen flying in formation from afar.
Truly deserving of a saying.
Startled, flying far, reflecting the green mountains, a pear blossom falls in the evening breeze.
Looking at Wu Ping's fascinated look at the distant mountains, and then smiling lightly.
The previous conversation made her curious about Wu Ping.
0... Seeking flowers...
There was also a hint of goodwill in her heart.
Compared to other disciples in the Seven Blood Sect, Wu Ping appeared to be different.
Extraordinary in speech and manner, with a measured approach in his words.
Although his gaze always fell on her face.
But it was only admiration, without any ulterior motives.
This also made Ran Qingqing quite pleased.
She had encountered such people before.
But they only glanced once.
Women are strange creatures sometimes.
If you look at them too much, once there is any change in your gaze, she will think you are thinking something.
But if you don't look at them, they will doubt their own charm.
Although Wu Ping was staring, his gaze was clear.
He himself had no reaction.
Only his neck, cheeks, and face turned red in front of Ran Qingqing.
Of course, Wu Ping's thoughts were also very simple!
So beautiful!
It is many times stronger than those beauty filters and plastic surgery faces.
Not to mention looking at it, even in dreams, Wu Ping has never dreamt of someone so beautiful.
Can't figure it out at all.
Why can people be so good-looking.
Immortal Cultivation World is truly remarkable, gradually approaching perfection.
Unconsciously, I compared it to the Jade Rakshasa.
For a moment, I couldn't distinguish who was superior.
Both of them have their own merits.
"Martial Master, what are you thinking?" Wu Ping snapped back to reality.
"I'm thinking, if I were to describe the scenery before me, how would I say it?"
He was stunned just now.
Even if this trip didn't yield any results, Wu Ping felt it was worth it.
Ran Qingqing suddenly remembered Wu Ping's fame for his exaggerated talent, extraordinary combat power, and those poems and verses that could be passed down through the ages.
She couldn't help but ask, "So, what did you think of?"
Wu Ping reached out his hand, feeling the wind flowing through his fingertips.
0
Ba Hui lifted his body and leaned against him.
When the blood-stained long tail rustled.
The black giant bird suddenly soared into the sky.
He thought of it.
"Ninety thousand miles, the wind phoenix rises, wind, don't stop, the boat blows away the three mountains."
The artistic conception in it is beyond words.
Ran Qingqing felt that the scenery she had seen many times before instantly sublimated.
She understood.
She understood the elegance and comfort in it.
Wind, please don't stop, blow my boat to the four seas and three mountains, and enjoy the beauty of the world...
The smile on the girl's face was lifted by the wind, her clear eyes narrowed slightly, and she also wore a smile.
"What about me, Martial Master, did you think of me too?"
Wu Ping tilted his head slightly.
Looking at her smiling eyes.
He nodded, "Of course."
"Martial Master, tell me quickly, I want to hear."
"If I hadn't seen you on the mountain of jade, I would have met you under the moon in the Yaochi. It's a wonderful fate."
There was no ambiguity in it.
But Ran Qingqing took it to heart.
"Martial Master, you're wrong. The distant mountains are green. Tell me, is this written for another girl to deceive me?"
Wu Ping knew she misunderstood the meaning, "Senior Sister, you misunderstood. This is not a description of physical objects. In the legends of my hometown, the mountain of jade and the Yaochi are both fairylands in those stories."
"An incredibly beautiful place, the ultimate residence of immortals in the realm of imagination."
"A place where immortals reside? Is it very beautiful?"
"Yes, it is."
"So, can I understand it this way, Junior Brother, that you are comparing the current beautiful scenery to the Jade Mountain?"
Wu Ping nodded.
"So, does that mean..."
"If I hadn't seen you in the Jade Mountain of the fairyland, then we would only have met in the Yao Terrace afterwards."
"Did Junior Brother compare me to a fairy in the fairyland?"
At the same time, Ran Qingqing became interested in the Yao Terrace mentioned in the poem.
That place can be compared to a fairyland by Junior Brother, even surpassing the Jade Mountain.
If only I could see it.
Two lines of poetry made the two girls' hearts pound.
As for the other person, they were in the sky.
On the back of the soaring bird.
The old man with white hair looked somewhat helpless as he glanced at his mischievous granddaughter behind him.
"Tongtong, have you finished listening?"
The girl, who seemed like an earthly elf, put her hand to her ear as if listening to something.
"I've finished listening, it's so beautiful, Grandpa, where is the Yao Terrace?"
The old man was taken aback by the question.
"Grandpa doesn't know, if you want to know, let's go down and ask this kid."
The girl looked down and coincidentally met Wu Ping's gaze.
Her heart thumped.
She moved closer to her grandfather's back.
The old man looked a little displeased.
He wanted to ask this old Ouyang guy if he intentionally brought this little boy to recite poetry to seduce his precious granddaughter.
The soaring bird swooped down.
The old man shouted, "Old monster Ouyang, your father is here to pick you up."
Ouyang Zhongmo stood up and responded defiantly, "Old poisonous Li, your father came all the way here to pick you up, such a filial son, so obedient."
As he spoke, he positioned himself next to Wu Ping.
With folded arms, he had a proud expression!
He was only a step away from having the words "This is my disciple" carved on his face.
The old man's face stiffened.
He had thought that Wu Ping was just an ordinary disciple of the Human Demon Peak, but who would have thought he was this old monster's disciple?
"You, old monster, using your disciple to seduce my granddaughter!!!"
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