Chapter 799

Yang Ping narrowed his eyes and was on alert. When his breath reached the peak, monk Hua was shocked. He had an ominous feeling. The ominous feeling soon disappeared. He was confused and uncertain in his heart.

Monk Hua did not hide his contempt and regarded Yang Ping as an ant.

There are ants under saints.

Monk Hua has a proud capital.

He said a Buddha's name and said, "benefactor Yang, I read that you didn't collude with the demon gate. Let you live. Leave while I didn't kill my heart."

I said kill before, but now I say let go.

Change too fast.

Because the breath released by Yang Ping threatened him. The body of Nine Yang and the power of all sentient beings blessed by dragon city can indeed fight against saints. Monk Hua seems to be afraid of something. He doesn't want to get hurt here, so he pretends to be kind.

Yang Ping said coldly, "do all the people in the magic door deserve to die?"

Monk Hua advised, "benefactor Yang, you didn't participate in the battle 20 years ago. You don't know how many innocent people the people of the demon sect are cunning and insidious. Saving one person means that more people will die. Why bother?"

Yang Ping sneered at the road: "this is dragon city, I has the final say."

Yes, this is Longcheng.

I am the patron saint of dragon city.

If you are suppressed by the other party on the first day, how to maintain the dignity of the patron saint in the future will make people laugh. It is likely that the other party is intentional, so that he loses his prestige and the power of dragon city blessing, and then disrupts Mrs. Zhu's plan.

Monk Hua, with a compassionate face, said, "monks do not kill in vain. Please don't force me, benefactor Yang."

Yang Ping laughed and hummed, "come on, I want to see who dares to trample on the dignity of the dragon city."

"Monk Hua, don't talk to him. Just kill him and take the key to the dragon city. I can't see it anymore." at this time, an old woman suddenly appeared in front of the ruins, facing monk Hua from afar. With her wrinkled old face, I can see that she is very old, but she has evil eyes, like a refined fox.

Monk Hua was not surprised by the sudden appearance of the old woman, because when he shot, the other party had arrived.

Yang Ping looked calm, but was secretly surprised. Monk Hua was a saint, and the old woman who appeared was also a saint. The rules of Longcheng said that saints could not appear. Did the previous agreement lose effect? No, Mrs. Zhu couldn't play with fire.

There must be some arrangements.

But in the face of the two saints, Yang Ping is fearless. Since he wants to fight, fight.

The old woman smiled darkly and said, "monk Hua, if you don't do it, I'll do it. In case this boy escapes, we'll make it cheaper for others. You know, besides the two of us, there are at least three saints in ambush. Wait for a good play."

And three saints!

Yang Ping's heart beat faster and his face became serious.

Now you know, just five saints.

Nima, not all of them.

Although my strength has increased greatly, I may still have a chance to deal with one, but dealing with five is tantamount to death. He found sadly how safe Longcheng was when Mrs. Zhu was still there. At the same time, he also felt the pressure of Mrs. Zhu.

One man guards a city.

To all saints alone.

So bold, men are ashamed.

"I'm admonishing benefactor Yang not to go astray. Old fox, you and I are different."

Monk Hua said mercifully.

The old fox Jie smiled and said sarcastically, "well, monk Hua, these mole ants don't know you. Don't I know? You want the key more than we do, so you can avenge the Li family."

Hua and Shang Dao chanted Buddha's name and sighed, "misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

Whoosh!

Monk Hua suddenly appeared. Without warning, he hit the old fox with the palm of King Kong. The Vajra palm print is an ancient martial art of the prefecture level, with unparalleled power.

The old fox snorted coldly, "I knew you would attack."

Both of them are saints and belong to the more powerful kind, but when they fight, they try their best to hide the fluctuation of the realm of saints.

Yang Ping seems to have caught the point.

The two saints did not dare to do their best, as if they were afraid of something.

Is the power of saints still hindered in Longcheng.

Yang Ping's eyes lit up and sneered. The two men looked down on him one by one. Now let them taste it. He gathered all his strength in his fist. The terror of the body of Nine Yang seemed to expose the void and cracks appeared.

Zizi

It happened that the old fox and the flower monk were in full swing. When the old fox forced the flower monk to retreat, he exposed the empty door behind him.

Right now.

Yang Ping punched.

Monk Hua devoted himself to dealing with the old fox. He didn't talk about it. It's too late for an ant who can't reach the realm of a saint to sneak attack and want to avoid. His fist hit the back, he screamed in pain, and his body flew out a few minutes faster than his attack.

Monk Hua never dreamed that Yang Ping's fist power had exceeded the extreme and caused serious damage to him.

He had to release the breath of saints, which reluctantly blocked Yang Ping's attack.

Monk Hua fell to the ground and coughed up blood. His internal organs were badly damaged. He couldn't move for a short time. Staring at Yang Ping's eyes, he was full of resentment and shouted, "young generation, you want to die."

Yang Ping glanced and said, "look at the sky."

Monk Hua looked up and Huoran turned pale.

A pillar of light gathers the power of all living beings in the dragon city and falls directly, just like thunder rolling, symbolizing heaven's punishment. Monk Hua turned pale and was terrified. He turned and ran away to leave Longcheng. If you release the strength of saints, you will be attacked by Longcheng.

Yang Ping said with a smile, "talk again and persuade me."

He jumped up and tangled with the flower monk.

Monk Hua was angry and shouted, "go away."

They punched each other. Yang Pingdeng stepped back several steps to stabilize his body, but he was not hurt. However, monk Hua was delayed and it became impossible to escape from the dragon city. When the light column fell, he roared wildly, but he was drowned after all.

The light column disappears.

The flower monk also disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

The old fox was terrified, looked at the sky in horror, and then turned his eyes to Yang Ping. This son is really not simple. Under a saint, he even killed a top saint. If it was spread, it would shock the world. Realizing the power of the light column, the old fox was very afraid of Yang Ping.

When Yang Ping looked at her and smiled brightly, the old fox screamed and disappeared into the corner.

Calm is restored here.

The sound of fire came, and ambulances and police arrived.

Yang Ping left carrying the unconscious Qingqing.

In half an hour.

Yang Ping appears at home inn. Don't ask him why he always chooses hotels, because he doesn't have a house, and don't ask why it is home inn, because home inn is really the cheapest chain hotel around Longcheng.

Qingqing youyou woke up and screamed with fear when her face was close at hand.

Yang Ping chuckled and asked, "I thought you were not afraid of anything."

Qingqing sensed her body and found that her power was blocked. She was so frightened that she turned pale and cried, "don't mess around. If my miss knows, she will kill you."

Yang Ping shrugged and said with an indifferent expression, "then come."

Qingqing angrily said, "don't regret it then."

Yang Pinggu pretended to be frightened and shouted, "come on, come on, I'm really scared." then he found himself shameless and shrugged, "forget it, I won't play with you. Now tell me where the pearl is, and why didn't you see me when he came to Longcheng?"

Qingqing is too lazy to respond.

"If you don't say anything, don't blame me for being rude."

Yang Ping began to take off his clothes, exposed CHIGUO's upper body, exposed his perfect body, looked green and pretty, flushed, and scolded, "hooligans."

"There will be more hooligans later."

Yang Ping smiled and prepared to be honest. Although Qingqing looks experienced, she is still a yellow flower girl after all. That's what she fears most. As long as you scare her, you'll basically confess anything.

"You cry, you cry, and no one will save you."

Yang Pingyue became more and more excited and secretly shameless. He found that acting was actually good, especially strong drama, to cultivate his sentiment.

"Miss!"

Qingqing was suddenly overjoyed and looked behind Yang Ping.

Yang Ping shrugged and looked back at him with a misty shadow and indifference.