I really want to be a cook

Zhengjun's knife was raised high, and the young lady closed her eyes, waiting to die.

Bang!

A scarlet knife slashed forward, split the thick table into two, and left a shallow knife mark on the floor.

Release the saber energy, something only a master martial artist can do.

And when Zhengjun ran away from home a few months ago, he was only a fifth-rank warrior.

Zhengjun put down the knife in pain, closed his eyes, and murmured:

"I just want to protect my sister!"

At the same time, a clear voice came:

"Made, that's why I don't want to join the Demon Sect, all the f*ck are perverts! Grandson, which family of the Eight Bloodlines of the Demon Sect are you, please report your name!"

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Outside the door, Jiang Ping walked in disgustedly, and stood alone at the door. He was handsome and handsome, with a dignified demeanor, and he just looked at Ying Tianqing standing in the hall.

"Sun thief, what are you looking at! My son's subordinates never kill unknown people, leave your name, and I will send you to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss."

Ying Tianqing didn't feel offended, but looked at Jiang Ping with interest, and then suddenly smiled and said:

"Boy, are you interested in worshiping me as a teacher? Look at this kid, in order to worship me as a teacher, he killed all his relatives and lovers.

But you don't need it, as long as you nod your head, I will accept you as a disciple, and I can swear to God that all the inheritance will be given to you, and I will never hide anything from you. "

in the hall.

Zhengjun opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Ping with a hint of hatred.

Why can others get what he has worked so hard to get with a nod.

"Just by you, it's not enough to accept me as a disciple!"

Jiang Ping, however, didn't cherish this opportunity for others to steal his head at all, so he just spat lightly and shouted:

"Old Qiu!"

Pong!

The back wall of the hall was directly shattered, and a group of blazing green flames came into Ying Tianqing's eyes.

"Bone Erosion Underworld Fire?"

Ying Tianqing was puzzled, turned her body, her pupils suddenly turned purple, and struck out with her right palm, a layer of purple air was densely covered, and directly collided with the flames.

boom!

The purple air collided with the flames, and the air wave was turbulent, and then two figures, one green and one purple, collided together, bang bang bang, dozens of moves had been exchanged in the blink of an eye.

And take this opportunity.

The roof of the hall was shattered, and a black knife came down.

How could Zhengjun, who barely possessed the strength of a grandmaster by relying on evil methods, be able to bear the spiritual aura of the great grandmaster, his legs went limp, and he collapsed on the ground, watching helplessly as the expressionless little old man rescued his sister away .

"Ahem, miss, it's okay, you're safe."

Jiang Ping said softly to the lady with his eyes closed, unceremoniously taking Lao Qiu's contribution to saving lives as his own.

The young lady opened her eyes, with a confused expression on her face: "I'm not dead?"

Jiang Ping showed his big white teeth with a smile: "Of course I didn't die. With me here, it's hard for you to die."

The young lady didn't thank him, but her face was full of lovelessness, and tears fell down, wet her pretty face:

"Why didn't you let me die?! Why did you save me?!"

"Uh"

Jiang Ping was stunned for a moment, and quickly pointed to Qiu Daoyu, who was watching the battle between the two with a dignified expression, and said:

"Miss, you misunderstood, the one who saved you was him, not me!"

Qiu Daoyu: ""

There is a damn thing that I have to say to the young master sooner or later.

Seeing that the young lady could only cry and didn't speak, Jiang Ping didn't ask for trouble, and turned to look at the battle between the green-robed old monster and Ying Tianqing.

He didn't save the lady for any benefit, and he didn't have the idea of ​​being a hero to save the beauty.

Today, he is already a man who has escaped from such vulgar tastes.

Unless the lady is ten times more beautiful, her family's money will also be ten times more.

Well, then he will be a little tempted.

After all, if it is ten times more, it is considered advanced fun.

So he saved people simply by drawing his sword to help when he sees injustice, and doing good deeds within his ability is a thing that can make both parties happy.

It's just that the more Jiang Ping watched the situation, the more he felt something was wrong. He looked at Qiu Daoyu with some doubts and said:

"Old Qiu, why do I look horizontally and vertically, the green-robed brother is being crushed and beaten by that pervert?"

Qiu Daoyu nodded bluntly: "Master, you read that right, brother Lupao can't beat him."

"Fuck, why don't you hurry up!"

Jiang Ping's expression changed.

He didn't expect to meet such a fierce person just to do a good deed.

Is this the so-called the more perverted, the stronger?

Qiu Daoyu shook his head again: "Brother Lupao didn't call for help, I will hurt his face if I act rashly."

Jiang Ping: ""

I really want to pry your skull open and see what's inside.

After following my son for so long, I still haven't learned the principle of using more to fight less.

"Brother Qiu, help me!"

Fortunately, the green-robed old monster over there seemed to have heard Qiu Daoyu's words, and immediately shouted.

"If you fight against me, you dare to be distracted and make a noise!"

Ying Tianqing sneered, the purple aura on his face disappeared in a flash, and the purple aura rose behind him, and he suppressed the dark fire all over the green-robed old monster, and then slapped out:

"Purple Qi Sky Palm!"

A palm in the air turned into a purple sky net, directly blocking all directions around the green-robed old monster.

The old monster in green robe couldn't retreat, he couldn't avoid it, his expression changed, he clasped his hands together, and then opened them fiercely:

"Hellfire Dharma Body!"

The dark flames all over his body surged, and in an instant, a tall dark fire dharma body appeared, just like the golden Buddha in the temple.

It's just that different from Buddha's benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes, the green-robed old monster's dark fire body has a ferocious face, full of the ominous smell of hell, as if he will suffer bad luck if he takes a look at it.

The green-robed old monster was in the center of the body, protected by the underworld fire, ready to resist the palm.

The purple qi sky net fell and wrapped the Minghuo dharma body, and the two were at loggerheads, unexpectedly trapping the green-robed old monster in place, unable to move.

All of this is very long, but in fact it is just one move.

Almost the moment the green-robed old monster made a sound, the two of them collided.

Ying Tianqing was about to attack again, when he felt a sharp air cut behind him, he had no choice but to retreat, and turned to meet Qiu Daoyu who was attacking.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Ying Tianqing laughed loudly, wiped his palm on his waist, and saw a soft sword glistening with autumn water coming out.

Even when he collided with Qiu Daoyu's Hei Ming Dao, he didn't fall behind at all.

His sword skills are as powerful as his palm skills.

"Good sword."

Jiang Ping screamed inwardly, looking helplessly at the soft sword in Ying Tianqing's hand.

The handsome and pretentious sword is perfect for him.

He has always disliked carrying a long sword weighing several kilograms on his body, because it would be cumbersome and appear fierce.

He is a gentle young man, how can he fight casually, the fan is more suitable for him.

But this river and lake is too dangerous, and a self-defense weapon is still needed.

The soft sword is very suitable. It is usually hidden as a belt. It is light and powerful, and it does not take up space. It is simply a magical weapon.

It's a pity that the Cicada Wing Sword he used most easily was ruined by that idiot Xie Cangquan who used too much force. Afterwards, he looked for other soft swords, but he rejected them as inappropriate.

The reason is very simple, his looks are not good enough to play, and he is not worthy of him.

Now it seems that fate will come sooner or later.

Although this pervert is very perverted, his aesthetics is still passable, and now there is one more reason to kill him.

Jiang Ping wiped away his non-existent saliva, and hurriedly pulled the young lady to exit.

The fight should be left to a professional. If possible, he will be responsible for making up the knife. Then from now on, he can also claim to be the man who killed the great master.

The young lady came to her senses suddenly, with a strange force somehow, she almost broke free from Jiang Ping's palm.

She stretched out her hand to grab Zhengjun who was paralyzed on the ground after being targeted by Qiu Daoyu's momentum: "Take Xiaojun along with you."

Jiang Ping was silent for a while, and then he sucked the palm of his hand, and Zheng Jun on the ground was roughly sucked by him, and the three of them retreated out of the hall together.

Chapter 63,64 Roll down!Die! (three-in-one, 521/[-])

Boom! ! !

It turned out that while Qiu Daoyu was entangled with Ying Tianqing, the green-robed old monster finally got out of trouble. The two of them fought with Ying Tianqing and directly broke the beam of the house. The lobby could no longer support it and collapsed directly.

Regardless of the three lights and shadows, they directly broke through the collapsed roof and fought in mid-air.

Obviously, with the passage of time, the three of them had already fired real fire, and a series of missed sword energy, sword energy, and fire balls shot out, as if they had turned on the bombing mode.

Boom boom boom! ! !

A series of deep pits were blown out, not to mention those innocent flowers and plants, and even eight lifetimes of blood mold, not even a root left.

The earth was scorched black, devastated, and houses collapsed.

It looks like the house can be rebuilt.

Jiang Ping observed the battlefield while rubbing his chin. Three feet away from him, an inch-thick golden qi shield appeared directly to protect the three of them.

Well, the enhanced version of Arhat Golden Body.

The aftermath of the battle outside hit his stellar qi shield, only splashing a little ripple, and soon returned to calm.

Anyway, Jiang Ping doesn't know how deep the skill in his body is now.

Ever since he practiced Tianzun old man's kung fu to the fourth level, his internal kung fu seems to be really endless. Unless it bursts to the limit like last time, otherwise, it will definitely be able to resist for a long time.

In addition, I have practiced thousands of entry-level exercises casually recently, the effect

In short, it is very strong.

If he summoned that ruthless and fearless self again, with his control over power, his grasp of combat, his sensitivity to fighters, plus his now unknown how deep his skill is.

Jiang Ping felt that he alone would be able to draw a tie with the pervert who was one against two in the sky.

It's a pity that Jiang Ping really doesn't like the feeling of division.

And it's not a last resort now, so he'd better watch the show quietly.

The battle in the sky has temporarily come to an end.

Ying Tianqing landed on a corner of the eaves, with a calm expression. He held a sword in his right hand and put his other hand behind his back. His clothes fluttered and his posture was elegant and unrestrained.

If they hadn't heard about his perverted behavior just now, everyone would think that he is a noble son like a banished fairy.

But now, the greater the contrast, the more terrifying it is in people's hearts.