purgatory artist

Chapter 448 Raid
The long street was crowded with warriors.

Liu Ping was blindfolded, and Shi Shiran stood in the open space in the middle, saying that he wanted to kill everyone.

A few breaths passed.

The old man sighed and said:
"Young man, don't kill people at every turn, or you will end up with enemies."

Liu Ping smiled and said: "They blocked the entrance of our martial arts hall, and they didn't even allow us to go out to pay homage to deceased friends—and we clearly posted the notice of the martial arts league."

"...This really breaks the rules. This is the first time I've heard that someone doesn't even obey the orders of the Martial League."

As the old man said, he glanced at the middle-aged martial artist.

The middle-aged martial artist's heart trembled, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

The master was furious, and corpses littered the field.

Right now, his behavior seems to have aroused the dissatisfaction of the master.

——But this is obviously something that has been tacitly approved by the Wumeng!
We paid for it!

The middle-aged martial artist felt unwilling, but he really didn't dare to make a mistake, so he could only cup his fists and say: "Master Grandmaster, we will retire now, and we will never pester them again."

What a shrewd person the old man is, he could see the unwillingness in his heart at a glance, and said expressionlessly: "You guys go."

"Yes."

The middle-aged martial artist led his people and left quickly.

Only then did the old man look at Liu Ping and Chu Yunshang again, and pondered: "How did you get along with Xiao Zuo?"

"Give gold bars four times." Liu Ping said.

Four times!

Even one at a time, that's four gold bars.

There are so many!
The old man frowned, and scolded: "I'm talking about friendship! It's not your bastards—"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Liu Ping had already taken out two gold bricks from his bosom and presented them, respectfully saying:
"Thank you, Grand Master, for speaking out for us. If it weren't for you, we would have been trapped here to death. This is a little bit of kindness, and please accept it."

The old man looked at the gold brick.

The color is very positive, it looks heavy, and the volume is not small.

The old man coughed lightly and said, "Little friend, I do trust Xiao Zuo's vision, especially after watching your battle—"

While talking, the old man wiped it with his hand, and the two gold bricks disappeared.

"Thank you, my lord, for upholding justice!" Liu Ping clasped his fists again.

The old man looked at him and couldn't help but secretly sighed.

There is no one in a million martial arts prodigy.

Although there are not many such people, one or two will always appear in a few years.

but--

How many people can find the spirit of the world who is compatible with each other?
In front of this young man, there is a natural barrier, which is to find a suitable spirit.

This matter can only depend on good luck, and no one can do anything about it.

Even so, this young man's level of dealing with people, observing words and deeds is already quite high, and his words and deeds are perfect. Even if he goes into business and politics in the future, he will have a future, not to mention that there is a blood-hearted martial artist standing behind him.

No wonder Xiao Zuo decided to do this on a whim.

but--

The old man's momentum suddenly exploded like a gust of wind.

He opened a pair of angry eyes, and asked full of killing intent: "What did Xiao Zuo tell you at that time, you tell the truth."

Liu Ping's expression remained unchanged.

A line of small burning characters quietly appeared in front of his eyes:

"You're subject to a level of surveillance that can identify lies that people tell."

"You have an extremely powerful strange power: deception."

"This monitoring technique cannot identify the authenticity of your words."

Liu Ping glanced over and said with a smile: "He said he wanted to pretend to be me to attract the attention of those people, and let us go through the back door."

"And then?" the old man asked.

"I asked him if he would be in danger. He said that if the other party wanted to attack, he would remove his disguise and show his true identity as an official of the Wumeng. There would be no danger. Let us leave quickly."

Liu Ping continued with his expression unchanged, "Then we left."

The old man glared at him.

This young man, under his own coercion, has no abnormality in heartbeat, blood flow, nerves, meridians, skin and flesh.

There is nothing wrong with that kind of feeling in the dark.

This kid is telling the truth.

The old man lost his momentum and sighed:
"That's all, you go on your own. I think Xiao Zuo is too careless about this matter, and those killers are too stupid-they will pay the price."

After the old man finished speaking, his figure disappeared in a flash.

There was no one around.

The street returned to its former tranquility.

"Is this a pass?" Chu Yunshang asked.

Liu Ping said: "It should be."

Chu Yunshang sneered and said: "The world is broken, money is needed everywhere, what are we warriors left?"

"No," Liu Ping said with emotion, "the way of the world has always been like this, but you have just entered the world, and you don't know much about the laws of the world."

"I really only know how to practice martial arts, and I don't know any worldly laws." Chu Yunshang sighed.

"With me here, you don't need to understand." Liu Ping said.

Chu Yunshang laughed, looked at him and said, "Little man, do you want to protect me?"

"No way, who told you to be so stupid all the time." Liu Ping said casually.

"I'm stupid?" Chu Yunshang said with a pair of beautiful eyes.

"Ah, no, I said the wrong thing," Liu Ping immediately changed the subject and said, "It's getting dark, let's have dinner first, and then rest for the night. We will set off early tomorrow morning to pay homage to your deceased friend."

"it is good."

……

Night falls.

In the martial arts hall.

Liu Ping and Chu Yunshang sat on the ground.

"A martial artist who truly has a spirit is strong enough to destroy the world, do you understand this?" Chu Yunshang said.

Liu Ping nodded.

"Our world is called the Realm of Ten Thousand Worlds, and the attack power it can withstand far surpasses all other worlds. Even so, warriors dare not harm this world when fighting, because the world is the body of a spirit, and we cannot harm it .” Chu Yunshang said.

"So, once the warriors fight, what will they do?" Liu Ping asked.

"The spirit will open up an independent battle world, so as not to hurt the world of the world." Chu Yunshang said.

"The realm of ten thousand realms..." Liu Ping chewed on the word.

"Yes, spirits from countless worlds will be attracted by our world, and come to our world to find speculative warriors." Chu Yunshang said.

"In this case, why is it so hard to find the spirit?" Liu Ping asked.

Chu Yunshang smiled and said: "There are people coming and going in the world, and all beings are bustling, but it is still difficult for you to find a speculative partner, let alone the symbiosis between spirits and people."

"It makes sense." Liu Ping praised.

Chu Yunshang took out a booklet and put it in front of Liu Ping.

I saw a small line written on the booklet:
"Introduction to Blood Heart Flowing Martial Arts."

Chu Yunshang continued: "This introduces some basic martial arts, which can be used to adjust the warrior's behavior and psychology, so that the warrior can be in harmony with the spirit, and exert the strength of himself and the spirit in battle."

Liu Ping said happily: "This is exactly what I need urgently."

He took the booklet and just opened it to read a page when he suddenly heard a slight sound from the corridor outside.

"Whether it's a mouse or some bird—I'll go and see."

Chu Yunshang got up and walked out.

In a blink of an eye, the door of the martial arts hall opened, and several figures rushed in.

Chu Yunshang's expression changed, and he shouted anxiously: "Liu Ping be careful!"

Before the words were finished, an infinitely blurred light and shadow appeared, forming a ready-made world.

Chu Yunshang stood in that world, and the whole person disappeared from the spot at once.

The black shadows that rushed in also disappeared.

Only a black shadow was left behind, showing a figure, but it was a man with a fierce expression.

"Stinky boy, I heard that you are very arrogant today."

He said lazily.

Liu Ping sat still, and said, "What did you guys do with Chu Yunshang?"

The man said: "She has other warriors to besiege and kill her, and you are going to die too."

Light and shadow flicker.

A world appeared, wrapping Liu Ping and the man inside.

Liu Ping looked around, and saw that he was already standing on a floating boat, in the endless sea.

The man stood at the other end of the floating boat and said, "Boy who doesn't even have a soul, tell me the way you want to die, and I will grant you right away."

Liu Ping pondered and said: "A total of four people came in just now, with similar power fluctuations, three of them went to surround Chu Yunshang, and you were left to kill me—so you are the weakest of the four. "

The man's face sank, he clenched his fists and said, "Looking for death!"

Liu Ping stood up slowly and said: "I don't have time to play with you slowly, tell me how to enter the world of those people, otherwise I will kill you alive."

The man was stunned, and suddenly laughed wildly: "It's up to you? Hahahaha, I've never seen such an arrogant guy!"

Liu Ping said slowly: "You have experienced peace for too long, and you don't even know the most basic fighting skills. It really disappoints me that you dare to kill me at this level."

The man suddenly felt a slight pain and couldn't help but look down.

I saw streaks of blood coming out of my body.

"when will you……"

Liu Pingdao: "The moment you came in, I shot. Unfortunately, I only killed one. When I killed you, they had already entered that world. I had to save your life."

The man shook his head and said: "This is not right, you obviously have no spirit, why can you hurt me."

Liu Ping said: "What do you guess?"

The man felt something and looked back.

I saw behind him, a shadow was slowly retracting the knife.

The man could no longer suppress the fear in his heart, and shouted loudly:

"This is—the power of filth!"

"You are a nightmare ghost!"

(End of this chapter)