Ultimate Immortal Killing System

Chapter 51 Soft Persimmons

"Mr. System, can you detect any hotels and restaurants nearby? I haven't eaten meat for a long time."

Bu Pingfan swallowed, and there seemed to be a lot of secretions in his mouth when he said it.

"Report to the owner of the machine: I can see that there is no market within a kilometer. It's over!"

Bu Pingfan laughed dumbly, and drove away quickly with the colorful rainbow. He kept looking down at the scene below from high in the sky.

He actually didn't know that there was already a commotion on this continent.

Because in just one day, more than 40 immortal cultivators died unexpectedly, and they died in a horrible way.

One of them is the young master of one of the best sects in the entire Yi Kingdom. This sect, Yuanyue Sect, is located on the Quxing Mountain in the southernmost part of the Yi Kingdom.

There are thousands of disciples in the sect, the sect leader is Cheng Kun, and the young master is Cheng Yu (who has been eaten by the wind ants).

Bu Pingfan was flying freely in the air, and the strong wind mixed with the smell of sea water was blowing. Under the blue sky, he looked extremely depressed.

After flying for about two hours, I finally found traces of mortal habitation below.

"I smell meat!"

Bu Pingfan stopped flying in an instant, put his head out and took a deep breath. After confirming that it really smelled like meat, he fell directly from the sky.

When he landed, he glanced at the structure below. This is a main market similar to a big city, where thousands of households gather together.

Bu Pingfan's figure suddenly appeared in an inconspicuous courtyard. He turned over and jumped out of the courtyard. Suddenly he heard:
"Want Want Want"

The owner of the courtyard was awakened by the barking of a dog. He quickly opened the door and took a look, only to find that no one was there. After scolding the dog, he closed the door and entered the house.

"Damn it! Tell me to kill you again..." Bu Pingfan murmured when he went out of the courtyard.

He walked along the path in front of the door until he walked to the street, surrounded by dazzling sights and heavy traffic.

"The system quickly detects whether there are any hotels or restaurants nearby?"

Out of caution, Bu Pingfan walked on the street, but his eyes kept rolling.

"Report to the owner of the machine: there is a very large restaurant 300 meters ahead. It smells like a cultivator. Please be careful! It's over!"

Bu Pingfan didn't pay attention to the warning of the Immortal Killing System, and walked forward without hesitation, when he suddenly saw a scene of molesting a woman from a good family in public.

Pedestrians on the street gathered around to watch. Bu Pingfan pushed aside the crowd and came to the front to take a look.

I saw a middle-aged woman with disheveled hair kneeling on the ground begging a man with a mustache.

This man was holding a beautiful woman in both hands, with hot tears streaming down his cheeks, no one else dared to step forward to dissuade her.

"Damn it! What does this dick do? Why do you rob women in broad daylight?"

This man exuded the aura of an immortal cultivator, and Bu Pingfan instantly understood why the mortals around him did not dare to step forward to dissuade him.

"Report to the owner of the machine: this is a cultivator, and his cultivation is in the early stage of foundation establishment."

The man with the mustache suddenly shouted to the mortals who were watching:

"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out of here."

As soon as he said this, the people around him shouted and dispersed, leaving only Bu Pingfan staring blankly at the man with the mustache.

"Are you looking for death? You haven't left yet, standing..." The man suddenly froze, because he opened his eyes to look at Bu Pingfan in front of him, and found that his cultivation level was actually higher than his own, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

"In addition to the few core-forming monks in Yi Country, the remaining foundation-building monks are also known and recognized by all immortal cultivators. But is the person in front of you a newly promoted foundation-building monk from which sect?"

Bu Fanfan looked left and right, and found that there was no one around, and even the pedestrians who set up stalls nearby packed up and left.

"Are you talking about me?" Bu Pingfan pointed at his nose and asked the man with the mustache.

The middle-aged woman kneeling on the ground was still begging bitterly, but the beautiful girl who was being held by the man bit her lips to the point of bleeding, and kept choking and crying.

After the man with the eight-character beard looked at Bu Pingfan carefully, he put aside the girl in his hand, stepped forward and bowed to Bu Pingfan and said:
"Your Excellency? Didn't ask for advice?"

"How could there be a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment here? He must not be a disciple of several nearby sects? He is one level higher than me."

After the man bent down and saluted, he stood aside and waited quietly for Bu Pingfan's answer.

But Bu Pingfan glanced at the girl thrown out by the man with a mustache, and then at the middle-aged woman.

"Didn't your family teach you that you should introduce yourself first when asking someone's name? No tutor."

Bu Pingfan suddenly said such a sentence coldly, which made the man with the mustache so angry that his nose was crooked, his face was very ugly, and he turned into a pig's liver.

Fortunately, the nearby pedestrians who were onlookers had all left, and not even a hawker who set up a stall was nearby, which made him not so embarrassed.

"Gai Yihen is a disciple of Yuan Yuezong. I don't know if you are..."

"Okay! You can go! Just finish the introduction." Bu Pingfan again interrupted Gai Yihen without giving him any face.

Gai Yihen's face was gloomy. Without any hesitation, he slapped the storage bag and quickly took out a flying magic weapon, which turned into a Changhong and disappeared in place.

He is very clear about the concept of strength in the world of cultivating immortals. Only the strong speak with strength.

"That man must die! Those two bitches must die. He must repay double what happened today."

After Gai Yihen left, he had been feeling depressed. It wasn't that he didn't dare to fight Bu Pingfan, but that there were too few spiritual stones in the magical weapons and talismans he could use.

Also, he was intimidated by the hostility emanating from Bu Pingfan. In this world of comprehension, Bu Pingfan has killed a lot of immortals. He more or less exudes the hostility of a dead person, and his sharp eyes, All of them made Gai Yihen tremble with fear.

He originally wanted to find a girl with the spiritual roots of cultivating immortals and sell them to others in exchange for some spiritual stones and magic weapons, but this time he met Bu Pingfan, he was considered unlucky.

"This coward just left like this? It's really funny. It seems that he is also a soft persimmon, and he is afraid of the hard one."

Bu Fanfan looked up and watched Gai Yihen leave, and sneered in his heart. Just a simple sentence scared away a dignified foundation-building monk, which made him laugh for a while.

"Thank you son for saving me! Thank you son for saving me!"

The mother and daughter immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Bu Fanfan, the panic on their faces gradually disappeared, but the tears on their cheeks were still fresh.

"You're welcome! These are some broken silver. Take these and leave this place!"

Bu Pingfan took out several large ingots from the system treasure bag, stepped forward and directly lifted the middle-aged woman up with one hand, and then stuffed several large ingots into the woman's hands.

Then he held the girl's delicate little hand tightly with both hands and gently pulled her up. His eyes were really fascinated by this woman.

"In terms of age? It must be that the girl in front of me is younger. But in terms of appearance? That girl Cheng Juehan is more beautiful."

After Bu Pingfan helped the girl up, he secretly evaluated the appearance of the girl and Cheng Juehan in his heart.

The girl was in too much pain from being held by Bu Pingfan's thick hands, her face was flushed, and she kept trying to pull it out of Bu Pingfan's hands.

"Oh! Sorry! Let's go!"

(End of this chapter)