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2"The difference is too big, how can we fight?" "No suspense at all." Above the arena, many representatives were whispering. They could see that Yang Ping only had Eighth Level Stage, but Jiang Weimin already had Subsaintly State, the difference between the two was too huge.    1

    

"I thought it was a fierce battle between two evenly matched opponents. Seems like my trip here was a waste." Someone shook his head and said in disappointment.    

    

"That's right, that Yang Ping is only at the Eighth Level Stage, and I can suppress him with one hand. If you want to defeat that person from Jiang Family, it will be extremely difficult. "    

    

"This competition is not worth watching. It is said that there are seven Saints from Qingshan. I wonder if I would be lucky enough to meet one of them. If I were to receive the guidance of a Sage, I would be very useful in the future." Many people's thoughts floated to the saint, as for the battle between Yang Ping and the saint, they were no longer interested.    

    

Jiang Weimin sarcastically said: "Did you hear that? No one thinks highly of you. If I were you, I wouldn't have come to Teng Qingshan to embarrass myself and lose my life. "    

    

"Yang Ping, you can do it!"    

    

Zhu Xi started to become nervous in the audience. She originally thought that she wouldn't be nervous, but after Yang Ping stepped into the arena, her hands kept sweating and her heart still trembled. Especially after hearing the surrounding comments, she did not think highly of Yang Ping.    

    

Ming Zhu's face was calm, but her heart was also anxious.    

    

It couldn't really be what they said.    

    

"It shouldn't be. Yang Ping, no matter if you win or lose, you must survive." The two girls had the same thought.    

    

Sunn Wangyue sighed in his heart, and his arm couldn't help but tremble. He reached out his hand to hold her hand, and when he turned around to look, the Nine-tailed Fox revealed a comforting smile, and said: "I believe in Yang Ping."    

    

Liu successfully looked at Ming Zhu and Zhu Xi, and felt a bad taste in his heart. On the contrary, he was the least worried about Yang Ping. In his heart, his boss was the strongest, while Jiang Weimin was nothing. He was just very sad. Why was a beautiful lady walking around the boss? His condition didn't seem to be bad, but why didn't he have such good treatment?    

    

Su Fei looked at the two people in the arena. With a calm face, her gaze carried a bit of a demon. Before the match began, she left her seat, left the crowd, and disappeared.    

    

Liu Gan thought that she would be more convenient, so he continued to keep his eyes on the field.    

    

In the face of everyone's disapproval and Jiang Weimin's provocation and contempt, Yang Ping's heart was calm like still water. Suddenly, he had a bad premonition. Ever since she climbed the mountain, she had always felt that there was a crisis hidden within Qingshan. She thought that it came from the Jiang Family, but it seemed that it wasn't so.    

    

A sudden danger had appeared out of nowhere. Where did it come from?    

    

His mind was wandering, thinking about the source of the danger.    

    

He laughed heartily and harrumphed, "If you kneel down and admit defeat now, I can spare your life. If you insist on not realizing your mistake, then tomorrow will be the day of your death."    

    

The sense of danger became stronger and stronger, Yang Ping's face turned serious as she stared at the sky.    

    

His appearance seemed to be telling everyone to be absent-minded, because they did not dare to face Jiang Weimin. In the stands, most of the spectators shook their heads, revealing looks of contempt. In front of honor, you can lose, but you must not lose the last bit of Martial Cultivator's dignity.    

    

A gaze directed straight at the opponent was the final bit of dignity.    

    

Jiang Weimin was so excited that he couldn't help but reveal a sinister smile when he saw Yang Ping's head explode from just one slap.    

    

"Whiz!"    

    

He released his Saint Domain and struck out with his full power.    

    

He had to kill Yang Ping in the shortest amount of time possible and reveal his own strength and profound strength. The old ancestor was watching. He absolutely couldn't lose face. He had already calculated that Yang Ping would not even have a one percent chance of receiving a full-powered strike from her Subsaintly State.    

    

There was only one result, and that was … death!    

    

Zhu Xi stood up and shouted, "Yang Ping, be careful!"    

    

Jiang Weimin caught a glimpse of Zhu Xi and her eyes burned with passion. While she was flopping around, her mind went blank as she thought to herself, You slut, wait for me to kill Yang Ping so that you can beg for death, I will ravage you, suck you dry.    

    

Ming Zhu looked at Yang Ping nervously.    

    

Why aren't you moving? Dodge!    

    

Mingzhu had never been so nervous before. Even back when her parents had been in a car accident, she had never revealed her nervousness. She would rather tell herself that nervousness was useless than to calmly resolve the issue of her family's inheritance right.    

    

But she could not remain calm, it was related to Yang Ping.    

    

Sunn Wangyue's heart jumped, and he thought to himself, Yang Ping, you must not die, you must hold on. Liu Gan was shocked, he shouted: "Boss, you've refined Unbreakable Body, and you're not dodging? "Truly formidable."    

    

Under the crowd's gaze, when Jiang Weimin attacked, it was as if Yang Ping had forgotten everything. The ominous aura came from a source that became even more obvious, not from Qing Shan, but somewhere in the Dragon City.    

    

Die!    

    

Seeing that Yang Ping did not dodge, Jiang Weimin thought that he had gone silly and laughed maniacally.    

    

When the Saint Domain descended, death enveloped it. Yang Ping woke up and raised his head. Seeing Jiang Weimin's crazed gaze, he shook his head and a point of light appeared between his brows. He reached out his hand and condensed all the Qi in his body and the darkness energy in his dantian.    

    

"Whiz!"    

    

Jiang Weimin felt as if he was looking at a shooting star streaking across the sky. The white light was too fast, and in less than a blink of an eye, it had already passed by him, disappearing without leaving a trace. Yang Ping stood in place, her face pale white, her body on the verge of collapse, almost falling to the ground.    

    

A strange thing happened. Jiang Weimin aggressively struck out with all his might, none of the spectators could resist him. It was as if they could see that the peak of Jiang Weimin's attack, compared to their own, was not his match at all.    

    

Instead, it was Jiang Weimin who fell to the ground. The force and aura of the falling Yang Ping had dissipated, and his Saint Domain had been assimilated into the air.    

    

Silence.    

    

Only then did everyone realize that Jiang Weimin did not touch Yang Ping and had fallen to the ground. What did this mean?    

    

Was he trying to be modest or was he trying to catch a mouse?    

    

Zhu Xi and Ming Zhu's hearts rose to their throats as they clasped their fists and began to pray for Yang Ping.    

    

"What's going on? Are we not going to fight?" Liu Gan was surprised and asked doubtfully, "It can't be that you're holding a hand and preparing to drink and talk, right?"    

    

Sunn Wangyue was not in the mood to explain to an idiot. Jiang Weimin and Yang Ping's conflict could not be resolved at all. When he sensed Jiang Weimin's killing intent from before, he felt chills down his spine and almost couldn't resist anymore. One could imagine how much pressure Yang Ping had to bear.    

    

Yet the attack did not appear, what the hell was Jiang Weimin doing?    

    

Everyone thought that Jiang Weimin was doing it on purpose. Maybe because he felt that it was too big, he deliberately let it go in order to increase its spectating nature. It allowed Yang Ping to live a little longer. In the end, he was like a cat, biting down on a captured rat.    

    

Pfft!    

    

Jiang Weimin's eyes widened as he looked at Yang Ping in fear and fear. A needle had appeared on his neck, and the blood in his veins was spurting out, unable to stop it.    

    

He knelt on the ground, clutching his neck, and revealed a strong desire to live.    

    

Crash! *    

    

When Jiang Weimin fell, everyone stood up and looked at the scene in front of them in shock.    

    

How is this possible?    

    

Jiang Weimin actually lost.    

    

If not for Jiang Weimin kneeling on the ground, everyone would have thought that they were dreaming. Even Liu Sheng, who had the most confidence in Yang Ping, could not help but curse: "What the f * ck, there's no mistake right? Boss, are you guys playing magic?"    

    

Plop!    

    

Jiang Weimin kneeled on the ground, and died with grievance.    

    

Yang Ping looked around, and suddenly discovered that there was no trace of Su Fei. Her heart thumped wildly as she thought, No, it definitely won't happen. He had a faint premonition that the impending unforeseen event had a great relationship with Su Fei.    

    

When he saw the source of the danger in Dragon City, he suddenly ran down the mountain.    

    

There was still time.    

    

Yang Ping thought in her heart as she took her determination to die.    

    

By the time Jiang Weimin's battle with Yang Ping had attracted everyone's attention, the seven great saints on the green mountain had already left.    

    

In another part of the Dragon City, there was an even more terrifying battlefield.    

    

Hidden Treasure Pavilion, Bamboo Forest.    

    

Bamboo House destroyed, fresh blood filling the sky.    

    

Zhu Xue's entire body was covered in blood, holding onto the head of an old man, he stared straight ahead.    

    

The three Saints remained hidden in their shadows as they unleashed their joint attacks to lock onto Zhu Xue, not allowing her to leave. Military God and Ancestor of Jiang Family Sect had already fled to other places to fight. Being surrounded by the Four Great Saints, Zhu Xue almost died. She had killed a saint with all her might. But there were three other Saints.    

    

"Zhu Xue, stop resisting stubbornly." One of them said coldly.