Emptiness was so frightened that she almost jumped out of the void.
No mistake!
It's this kind of eyes. I've seen a strong person in the dimension. The one who can see through his whereabouts last time is still a top legend. Is this person already standing at the peak of genius?
The ranking gap among the experts on the talent list of Wanjie dimension is not big.
But for every ten nouns, there is a grade difference in strength.
Kongmiao ranks 91 and feels like Yang Ping.
Who wants people to be big.
I can't afford it!
The emptiness hides in the emptiness, dare not move, shivering.
There are a lot of people outside watching the trembling.
The top 100 are all celebrities.
It's rare for an expert to fight.
Yang Ping just took a look, then turned around and walked away and shouted, "I'm not an opponent. You won."
then.
Quiet around.
Wu Zhenzhen stared. He wanted to see Yang Ping's real strength. Who wanted to admit defeat.
But what is more strange is that the emptiness escapes into the emptiness, disappears and never appears again.
People wait and wait.
I don't have any news.
Wu Zhenzhen's eyes flickered and stared at the void, as if he had seen through something, turned and left.
Others waited for some time, but still there was no emptiness.
What's going on?
Yang Ping conceded defeat too quickly. He was too empty to see anyone. The victory or defeat was divided.
Probably kongmiao won. He was not interested in getting close to Yang Ping, and then went to find other opponents.
Great.
It's really a master style.
The reputation of emptiness has become famous in the hanging city. It is rumored that he has an understanding in the emptiness dimension. As long as he hides in the emptiness and remains as motionless as a mountain, he can deter external opponents.
Yang Ping was afraid of this move before he took the initiative to admit defeat.
Soon.
On the talent list of Wanjie dimension, the ranking has been updated.
Ninety, empty.
Ninety one, Yang Mingxi.
then.
Many people are ready to move, especially the 91 down genius, want to try to provoke Yang Mingxi.
So the geniuses heard the wind and came to Yiyuan to challenge.
Yang Ping is very straightforward. He takes the initiative to admit defeat to any talent who challenges.
At best, it's a punch, then scream and disappear.
Not long.
There was a big change in the name on the list of ten thousand dimensional talents, which is not too big, because Yang Mingxi's term directly fell from 91 to 100.
Bottom!
Yang Ping is also famous, but not because of his strength, but because of the name of parallel goods.
The identity of Wu Jialing's successor is a deterrent for nine days.
No one dares to despise it.
Who would have thought that Yang Mingxi not only failed to show Wu Jialing's style, but lost the game every time.
So someone began to doubt.
Yang Mingxi is not from wujialing at all, but an impostor, a lucky pet from the world of mortals.
There's a rumor flying outside.
Yiyuan is as quiet as ever.
After losing to the last opponent, Yang Ping returned to the room and finally recovered his cleanliness.
What's the advantage of these people beating around all day?
You can't eat it.
I don't understand.
Yang Ping lies in bed, closes his eyes and thinks about what Mingzhu is doing at this time. According to his understanding, this girl likes to come and flirt with him after she is drunk with a glass of red wine in the middle of the night.
He kind of missed his time on the top floor of the apartment.
The grinding goblin is really cute.
But now things are right and people are wrong. I have experienced too many joys and sorrows, life and death wars, and many things are bearish.
The little beauty hidden in my heart is worth remembering.
When it comes to light.
Yang Ping is also standing at the peak of the universe, carrying an unknown responsibility, came to the cloud world and wanted to take the Pearl home.
He is also a man of status.
However, it is not happy to find those who are high above the so-called gods in the eyes of ordinary people.
"Mr. Yang."
Outside the door came Wu Zhenzhen's charming voice, "I can't sleep. Can I talk?"
Yang Ping had a headache.
Can't the other party see that they are not interested?
Refused many times, still insist.
If it weren't for his special personal charm, he would specially attract beautiful women of Wu Zhenzhen's level.
Or Wu Zhenzhen's eyes are vicious and hot, far from being simple on the surface.
That's right.
It is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp to be favored by the ancestors of the 1898 movement.
"Asleep."
Yang Ping doesn't want to talk to him. He doesn't have a good airway.
"Mr. Yang, do you think you are really a casual woman? If so, you misunderstood. In fact, you really have a hard life."
Yang Pingzhen is speechless. Wu Zhenzhen wants to have a hard life. There are no people with a hard life in the world.
"Excuse me."
When Wu Zhenzhen saw that Yang Ping couldn't open the door, he sighed and turned to leave, but before long, there was a cry outside.
Yang Ping shook his head.
Wu Zhenzhen is absolutely intentional. What are you crying about in the yard? I don't know what you think it is.
Helpless.
Yang Ping opened the door and said, "OK, come in."
OK!
Wu Zhenzhen turned around and slipped into the room. He sat casually at the edge of the bed. His pretty face was full of grievances and said, "Mr. Yang, is it really ugly? Why are you always impatient?"
Yang Ping hummed, "well, if you have something to say, don't do that. I'm not interested in women."
Wu Zhenzhen has to explain.
Yang Ping's face sank and said in a cold voice, "don't force me."
Wu Zhenzhen felt a chill and was shocked. She said secretly that this person was really not simple. There were no more than ten people who could give her a sense of crisis in such a large hanging city.
Obviously, Yang Ping is one of them.
"Mr. Yang, don't get me wrong. I just can't sleep. I just want to find a confidant to talk to."
Wu Zhenzhen said seriously.
Yang Ping didn't believe it. Are you kidding? Just because of her appearance, she waved. I don't know how many men knelt to the door. As for intimate words, she was full of intrigues. This kind of woman is more vicious than snakes and scorpions. How can there be truth.
"Mr. Yang, do you know Mingzhu?"
Wu Zhenzhen stared into Yang Ping's eyes and suddenly asked.
Yang Ping's face was calm and confronted Wu Zhenzhen.
The room was silent.
"Think too much."
Yang Ping smiled, shook his head and said, "if you know me, do you still need to stay in Yiyuan?"
Wu Zhenzhen said seriously, "Mr. Yang, I really want to help you. Mingzhu and I are best friends. I know very well that there is a person in her heart. Although she didn't tell me, she is a woman. How can I not feel it?"
Yang Ping didn't speak and continued to wait.
Wu Zhenzhen took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "the Pearl comes from the world of mortals. Although it has the blood of the emperor and its status is supreme, love is never distinguished between high and low. It is likely that the Pearl's sweetheart is in the world of mortals. Mr. Yang, who comes from the world of mortals, will not participate in the recruitment competition for no reason, so I dare to speculate that you are the Pearl's sweetheart."
Yang Ping smiled and asked, "your imagination is really rich."
Wu Zhenzhen said, "so you admit it."
Yang Ping shook his head, shrugged and said, "I didn't say anything. You guessed it yourself. You can also guess that I am the first genius of the world. If I tell you, Jue Dian is in the eyes of a group of people, that is, mole ants, do you believe it?"
"I believe it!"
Who knows, Wu Zhenzhen nodded and said seriously.
It's Yang Ping's turn to be surprised.
It seems that Wu Zhen is really not simple. He may know more than those legends.
"What do you want?"
Yang Ping stared into Wu Zhenzhen's eyes and asked.