I really want to be a cook

Qiu Daoyu took a deep breath, the bones in his body crackled and crackled, his figure was raised, and he returned to the appearance of a mature middle-aged uncle.

"Kurong!"

When the two characters are spit out, the world seems to be divided into black and white.

The real shape of the long knife behind him and the black dark knife of the audience merged into one, turning into his strongest knife at this time.

As soon as this knife was released, even the Demon Lord of the Six Prisons was forced to get serious.

The six-story pagoda was burning behind him.

The palm of the Demon Lord of the Six Hells was raised high, and a huge palm print descended from the sky, and the pagoda swelled against the wind and merged with the palm print.

"Sixfold Prison Town!"

The shape of the long knife collapsed, and the big palm print suppressed everything.

puff!

Qiu Daoyu vomited blood and flew away backwards.

"My Majesty the Evil Prison Sect Master, the Lord of the Six Prisons, you should remember it well!"

The Marquis of the Six Prisons stood with his hands behind his back, and did not go forward to chase him down.

Because he knew that he could hurt the swordsman, but he couldn't kill him.

In fact, he is only the strength of a veteran grand master.

If it weren't for this swordsman who never retreated, he wouldn't have defeated him so easily.

"Give you the magic weapon!"

"Old Qiu, let's go!"

While Lao Qiu was fighting with the Demon Lord of the Six Hells, Jiang Ping didn't care about chasing and killing other people. He first arranged for the ruthless other Heavenly Execution Guards to retreat first, then saw the situation, and threw out the Jinghong Shield in one fell swoop to lure the Six Hell Demons away Hou.

Then he retreated quickly.

Seeing the magic soldier throwing it, Qiu Daoyu's face changed, and he wanted to intercept it, but in the end he turned around and obediently protected Jiang Ping all the way away.

The Demon Lord of the Six Prisons caught the Jinghong Shield and felt the profound and mysterious martial arts information surrounding it, and couldn't help laughing:

"Hahaha……"

Even he himself didn't expect to get a magic weapon so easily.

It was as if he bent down and picked it up.

But that young man was decisive, seeing that the situation was not right, he was willing to give up even the magic soldier, who is it?

A thought suddenly appeared in the mind of the Lord of Six Prisons.

However, this person has a great master to protect him. I am afraid that he has a profound background, extraordinary background, and is so knowledgeable. If he gives up the magic weapon, he should not kill it all.

The Lord of the Six Prisons changed his mind, but finally gave up the idea of ​​continuing to hunt down Jiang Ping.

The Xuanwu soldier soul in Jinghong Shield saw Jiang Ping throw it away, and he was also out of breath for a while.

Is it so imposing that it has no face, just throw it away?

But compared to Jiang Ping, this old man is still a bit more hateful.

The whole body is breathless, old, and the spirit has entered a state of decay, and there is absolutely nothing to create.

The soul of the Xuanwu soldier retracted into the shocking shield.

Forget it, let's take a nap first, and then choose another master after waking up.

Seeing that Jing Hongdun fell into silence, the Demon Lord of the Six Hells didn't take it seriously. If the magic weapon was so easy to recover, it wouldn't be called a magic weapon anymore.

He put away the shock shield, and gathered the remaining survivors together in a great mood:

"Don't be afraid, I won't kill you. I just want to ask you a question. Has any of you seen a person named Xu Yong?"

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It was very bright.

Before leading people into the underground tomb, Jiang Ping looked up at the sky for the last time, and found it a bit dazzling.

Master Gui didn't go with them, seeing the battle in Zhuangzi, he was concerned about the safety of his disciples, so he went to find them by himself.

Before leaving, Head Gui specifically told Jiang Ping that the Divine Soldier was born, and the Backer Sect was close to here, and it was inevitable that he would be doomed in the end.Just bad luck.

What he meant was simple, he didn't blame Jiang Ping.

Because Jiang Ping had said before that he wanted to protect them.

But as far as the current situation is concerned, Jiang Ping has not fulfilled his promise, and even he himself is in danger.

Jiang Ping didn't speak, but silently watched the back of Master Gui walking away.

Although this Sect Leader Gui is smooth and fearful of death, he is a good Sect Leader after all.

Perhaps it is precisely this kind of spirit that the backer sect has passed on for so many years relying on the unique sect culture.

The two were left on guard outside, while the others entered the mausoleum.

The lamp oil in the mausoleum is not known to be made of, and it is very resistant to burning. Since it was discovered by the squirrel, the lamp oil has only burned less than half, and it seems that it can last for a long time.

So the mausoleum is still bright.

Jiang Ping gave the wounded Tianzhu Guard a life-saving and healing palm, and then they took the healing pills they carried with them, and fell asleep at this moment.

Wuqing was also taking care of Leng Sirius who was still in a coma.

Jiang Ping was sitting on the stone steps in front of the Broken Dragon Gate, holding a silver mask in his hand, patting his knees one after another, exuding a gloomy aura.

He was very unhappy.

Not because of the loss of magic soldiers.

It's that he once again suffered from the swelling.

He once warned himself that prudence is the first criterion.

But when he keeps upgrading, his reputation keeps rising, and the power under his hands grows stronger, he still inevitably drifts away.

People are always suffering from the same kind of suffering, that is, as the saying goes, the scar is healed and the pain is forgotten.

Everything that happened today seemed accidental, but in fact it became a given after he decided to take Lao Qiu down the mausoleum.

In fact, he has rescued Leng Sirius, and his mission has been completed.

He could have stopped there.

In the end, it was because he felt that he could do it, and felt that the treasure was in front of him, how could he not take it.

Isn't it just a mere squirrel, not even a great master, how could he be his opponent.

If you don't take the gift from heaven, you will be blamed instead.

But if it was him in the past, he would rather lose the magic weapon before finding out all the conditions underground, and he would not go down easily.

But he went down anyway.

After going down, you will encounter the Broken Dragon Gate.

If he was still the same as before, he must have recruited a large group of people to break open the gate and enjoy the benefits himself.

Even though time was wasted because of this, the squirrel was let go.

But he wanted to show off, so he opened the dragon-breaking gate.

After that, he successfully got the magic weapon.

He could have forcibly suppressed the Divine Soldier, waited until it was absolutely safe, and then slowly made a long-term plan.

Just because Zhan Tianshu couldn't take away the magic weapon doesn't mean he couldn't take the magic weapon away.

But he chose to forcibly fight against the divine soldier and subdue it.

It's cool, but I'm also useless.

He thought it was okay to take a little risk with Lao Qiu around.

But it turns out that when the unexpected strikes, every little bit turns into one hundred percent.

He has had many choices.

As long as he stopped in any choice, he would never run away today, and maybe even Tian Zhuwei would not die so many people.

In his heyday, he was able to rush back to the backer sect as quickly as possible and suppress everything.

As for why Tian Zhuwei clashed with those Jianghu warriors, and even couldn't fight each other, and the troubles were endless.

Jiang Ping already had a guess in his mind.

player!

This group of players, who in his eyes had been reduced to experience leeks, once again proved with their actions that anyone who underestimated them would have to pay a heavy price.

When he arrived, he saw several players with strange names on their heads in the crowd.

These players were added later.

To say that what happened last night had nothing to do with the players, Jiang Ping chopped off his head and kicked it as a ball.

But even if he knew the truth, it wouldn't help.

Chaos is the attribute of a player, and he has long known this.

In the hearts of players, there is no distinction between good and evil. They only see benefits, only benefits, and only happiness.

This behavior just sounded a wake-up call for him.

The era of players playing soy sauce is over.

Countless thoughts rolled in Jiang Ping's mind, and finally turned into a long breath of foul air.

The world is so wonderful, always when he is the most proud, give him a slap, and tell him disdainfully, who are you?

"Young master, it has been arranged."

Qiu Daoyu came and said to Jiang Ping.

He received the palm of the Six Prison Demon Marquis, which was actually uncomfortable, but he didn't show the slightest bit.

Because at this moment he is the pillar of everyone.

If he shows weakness, it will be a blow to everyone's confidence.

"There is Tian Zhuwei guarding above, once that person catches up, we will hide behind the Broken Dragon Gate.

Just now I had someone find some wild fruits, and I also shot a few prey along the way. Even if I hide in it, I can last for a few days.

As long as the young master recovers, we won't be afraid of those six devils. "

Jiang Ping was noncommittal, but patted the steps beside him and said:

"Old Qiu, sit down."

Qiu Daoyu sat down obediently.

"It's hard to hold back. If you want to vomit blood, you vomit blood. I won't laugh at you."

Jiang Ping chuckled.

Qiu Daoyu froze for a moment, then smiled wryly:

"If you are still seen through by the young master, then I will stop pretending."

荼！

A mouthful of dark red blood was spat out, and Lao Qiu's breath immediately weakened.

Because of forcibly suppressing the injury, he was even more serious than when he was just injured.

Qiu Daoyu practiced the exercises silently, and his aura quickly weakened. He changed from a middle-aged strong man to a little old man again.

The transformation of dry glory can allow him to better nourish the vitality in his body and recover faster.

"My lord, why bother about the divine weapon, it's just stored in that person's hands for a few days. When the lord recovers, I'll take it from him."

Seeing that Jiang Ping was depressed, Qiu Daoyu couldn't help comforting him.