Chapter 172 Ancestor

Yue Dongping never seemed to have thought that he would face abandonment one day.

"Do you think you will have a chance to kill me if you let Mr. Jin and the prince go away? What a big joke. I admit that you are a slave to practice very fast. But killing is not enough just to practice quickly.

Yue Dongping saw that Pingjiang ignored himself at all. He waved the stone sword without saying a word, and his face was also full of anger. With a long sharp knife appeared in his hand. Yue Dongping snorted angrily and cut the knife towards Pingjiang. A long half-moon-like arc appeared, like a machete, cutting across the Pingjiang River.

Pingjiang smiled coldly, and his expression moved. He actually took back the stone sword, and then suddenly pressed his hands. After a sudden hurricane, the long arc was still there, but it lost the previous turbulent momentum and quietly stopped at Pingjiang's hand.

"Taste the power of your own attack!" Pingjiang waved his hand and hit back at Yue Dongping at a faster speed.

Yue Dongping looked angry and waved his long knife to smash the returned long arc, but before he could breathe, Pingjiang's figure had arrived in front of him.

In everyone's speculation, the two confront each other. Naturally, Yue Dongping, who has been in a brilliant realm for many years, will be much more powerful. However, Pingjiang, which should have been shot back, stood firmly. Looking at Yue Dongping, his body swayed and retreated repeatedly, as if he were drunk.

Before Yue Dongping stood still, he saw Pingjiang's figure come to him again. As soon as his long knife was raised, he saw Pingjiang's figure suddenly separated. He suddenly remembered the way Pingjiang had killed Zhou Kai before, and his face changed greatly.

But now the strength of Pingjiang is comparable to that of Yue Dongping, and it is impossible for Yue Dongping to force the opening of Pingjiang River by force. He made a long knife and was about to blow away all the figures approaching him. A cold chill behind him came in from his waist and out of his chest.

"Jior, you are really bold!"

The luxury carriage that was standing quietly beside the two suddenly split and exploded. A fiery red figure rushed out, and a fiery rainbow rushed to the Pingjiang River.

"Are you really willing to come out?" Pingjiang sneered and suddenly pulled the stone sword out of Yue Dongping. He watched Yue Dongping's eyes overflow with blood and fall to the ground softly.

When the red light rainbow was about to hit Pingjiang, a figure suddenly appeared between him and the light rainbow and punched the light rainbow.

"Bang!" The roaring sounded, and the rainbow light dissipated, and then the fiery red figure behind the rainbow light exclaimed.

Standing in front of an old man in red clothes, he wined at Pingjiang.

Pingjiang naturally understands that this boy's hand is itchy again. In the past, before he made a breakthrough, he had been suppressed by those people in the realm of Yangdan. Now that his strength has greatly advanced, he naturally wants to show his strength.

"Who are you?" Pingjiang stopped the mighty first and asked the old man.

The old man in red was looking at the mighty with an uncertain look, but he didn't pay attention to Pingjiang's question at all. He said, "Kid, who are you and who is your master? Do you know the name of lava refining?

"Old man, don't mess around. I don't know who you are at all. Did you come out to fight? If so, do it quickly."

The old man's face muscles ** a few times, and several beauties behind him looked curiously at Pingjiang and the mighty, which were the ones who chatted with Meier before.

One of Lier's faces showed disdain and said, "Hey, you two! I have never heard of the name of the lava ancestor, and my knowledge is really shallow. Now that the ancestors have given you a chance, you don't know what's good or bad. If the ancestors really do it, you younger generation will have no chance to live at all.

The old man in red stroked his short beard, smiled and said, "Kid, look at your cultivation. Go back and ask your master. You have never heard of my name. I think your master must have heard of it. I was invited by Yue Dongping and the prince, but I didn't necessarily want to take care of this matter. However, after all, you killed Yue Dongping in front of me. If you say it later, my reputation will be damaged. Therefore, you can offer some spiritual weapons or something, and I'll let you go."

Pingjiang and Wei Wu looked at each other and sneered directly, "Old man, when did I tell you to let us go? I know that you are a monk in the realm of Yangdan, but you don't have to stick gold on your face like this!"

In the scream of the woman behind the old man, the mighty rushed to the old man. The old man was naturally furious when he saw that the young man was so ignorant of praise. A fiery red ring weapon in his hand kept spewing out a basin-sized vitality mass, but he was scattered by the powerful and unindifferent practice, and he could not even stop him for a moment.

"How could this happen!" The old man turned over the red ring, and a red cloud suddenly appeared at his feet. He actually saw the mighty force in front of him and quickly flew into the air.

The power is dumbfounded. Although his strength is already equivalent to the Yangdan realm of human monks, he can't use some means of vitality at all. That is to say, he can't fly at all.

The old man in red finally smiled, and he obviously found that the mighty could not fly. Moreover, he doesn't seem to have any means of long-range attack.

"Well, I didn't expect that he was actually a bitter monk who cultivated his body. It shocked me, but a bitter monk like you has no advantage at all in the realm of Yangdan. Look, I'll kill you!" The old man's face showed fierceness.

With a wry smile, he turned to the lively Pingjiang and said, "Help me knock him down."

Pingjiang laughed, Shi Jian suddenly put away, and the streamer on his hand flashed. The glazed gloves were already worn in his hand, and then Gu Qian also appeared in the gloves. He waved his hands one after another, and several innocent beams flew to the old man in red in the air.

"Haha, don't measure yourself! As a brilliant young man, do you think that you can hurt me with this kind of attack? The old man in red was full of disdain, and under the shaking of the red ring, several red clouds rushed to the white beam.

Seeing that the white beam was about to collide with the red cloud, I saw that Pingjiang pinched a formula in his hand, and the pure beam disappeared from the air and disappeared.

"Oh!" The old man's face was full of doubt and was about to speak. Suddenly, his face suddenly changed. He hit several places around him. Sure enough, he smashed the sudden innocent beam of light, but there were still two, which were shot at his legs. He didn't have time to attack, and saw the beam and inserted it directly into his thigh.

The old man shouted miserably, and his thigh was seriously injured. His breath was disordered and he could no longer stand safely on the red cloud, staggering and falling down.

Pingjiang now uses the first layer of magic power of ancient money, which is also many times more powerful. Unlike the earliest time, the beam could only break the strength around Yue Dongping and hit him into a minor injury. Nowadays, the innocent beam is gathered with vitality, which is enough to injure the monks in the early days of Yangdan.