I really want to be a cook

Don't look at Qiye taking it out easily, but Jiang Ping knows that he must have wasted a lot of effort.

Otherwise, he should have taken it out on Tianzhu Mountain back then.

Qiye also didn't mention that she had a little sparring with Dongfang Supreme in order to get this medicine.

He wanted it, and he got it, simple as that.

"Devil Lord, Seven Nights!"

On the other side, seeing Jiang Ping and Qiye getting close so affectionately, Fu Tianchou didn't move, only repeated in fear.

At that moment just now, he should have ended Jiang Ping's life.

But a sword qi pierced out from behind him as if tearing apart the space, and it came first, interrupting his attack directly.

This power, this insight, can be called terrifying.

Fu Tianchou is very confident, even in front of Wulin Shenhua, he is at most invincible.

Otherwise, I would be too sorry for the efforts of generations of Fu family sect masters, and I am sorry for the hole cards that the Shendao sect has hidden for so many years.

He originally wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to defeat the Martial Daosi and the Dragon Knights in one fell swoop, and take Jiang Ping's head to join the Righteous Alliance.

Then he borrowed chickens to lay eggs to create a magic sword alliance, which unified the martial arts world.

After getting the magic knife, he has this strength and confidence.

but……

Fu Tianchou looked at Qiye and felt that the sky was getting darker, just like his mood.

"You broke through?"

Fu Tianchou asked.

He knew that Qiye was so crazy in Tianzhu Mountain back then, just to break through the mythical realm that countless warriors considered impossible.

It's just that the Seven Nights Demon Lord has already failed, how could he recover so quickly?

Qiye didn't answer, but said lightly:

"Just try it and you'll know."

Then, the sword came out.

Hurt Wuxie, how can he be allowed to live!

There is a layer of cold light on the Motian Sword, the sword energy cuts through the clouds, the night is torn apart, revealing the stars under the clouds, which seem to be shining with murderous intent.

When Qiye went to fight, Jiang Ping casually took a few high-quality healing medicines from the Martial Arts Master, but for his level, these medicines were at best better than nothing.

However, a small vortex had already appeared on his celestial spirit cover, and it was slowly swallowing up some clever ideas in order to recover his injuries.

If it wasn't for the wrong scene, he would have planned to perform the Nine Transformations of the Silkworm to form a cocoon for himself, and he would get better faster that way.

No matter how you say it, it is also a sutra-level exercise. Although it is not as good as the Tianzun exercise, the healing effect of this Nine Transformations Immortality is still good.

Of course, he never used it once.

Seeing the Qiye sword coming out like lightning, he directly suppressed Fu Tianchou and hit him.

Jiang Ping can only feel abnormal.

At this moment, Qiye probably had another small breakthrough, and he had already reached the peak state he had experienced in his previous life - worthy of a battle with the myth.

It's just that I don't know who is better than the sword god in the Excalibur Villa.

Out of danger, and another seven nights came, Jiang Ping's mind relaxed, and his thinking began to diverge habitually.

After so many years of hard work in watering and fertilizing, Qiye's golden thigh finally bloomed with his own brilliance.

And Qiye is much more reliable than Tianzun.

At least when he wants to move rescuers in the future, he can say hello to Qiye, no matter whether it is Qianshan or Wanshui, it is a matter of minutes.

As for Tianzun, it depends on fate.

After all, if you want to find Tianzun, you have to contact her old man first.

Speaking of which...

Jiang Ping rubbed his chin and smiled wretchedly.

The life of a domineering dandy can be regarded as the beginning.

Hey, Qiye should have told him earlier that he had broken through again. With the power of mythology, he still didn't need to think so much, and he would just push it all the way.

He was selling favors, inviting troops, and laying out smoke bombs, but in the end he almost overturned his car and let others ravage his IQ again.

Well, why do you have to say another word?

Jiang Ping looked straight, nothing happened just now.

He put on a posture of "Life is invincible and lonely like snow", and under the starlight, he walked the melancholy route silently.

Now he doesn't have to pretend to be disabled anymore, even if Zhao Huang finds out, he is considered to be in good shape now, even Zhao Huang can't handle him anymore.

If nothing else, Qiye, the first head of the Martial Arts Division, invited him to enshrine. Who dares to say no.

Want to drive him away, have you asked Qiye for his opinion?

As for whether Qiye will agree, Jiang Ping is not worried about this issue at all.

What is the relationship between Qiye and himself, not to mention using his name, even if it is someone who wants him, that is not a problem.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, Jiang Ping only felt that his eyes were bright. He punched hard and cheered loudly:

"Qiye, fuck him!"

"The surname is Fu, don't you know who the young master is? Qiye is my brother, if you touch me, you touch him! Today you are gone!"

"Don't give me face, beat me casually, I will take care of him if he is disabled, and I will collect his body if he is killed!"

That looks like a street hooligan.

Still a little hooligan who can only shout 'Brother save me'.

Chapter 666

"To shut up!"

Now Fu Tianchou knows what it feels like to have a hundred flies buzzing around his ears.

It's just that when he encountered this kind of fly before, he could say a little noisy and then crush it to death.

But this time, the fly named Jiang Ping is really hateful.

In any case, he is also the majestic director of the Martial Arts Department, and he was also a well-known hero in the Jianghu in the past.

But what's the difference between him and a street hooligan at this moment.

But he was helpless.

He shouted in despair:

"Seven Nights Demon Lord, if you have the ability to fight me fairly, what kind of ability is it to send people to harass you?!"

"Jiang Ping, if you still think you have the shame of a warrior, then shut up!"

Qiye paused his attack and looked at Jiang Ping helplessly.

Obviously he can fight well, but now he is a bit invincible.

Of course, he didn't care much about these false names.

It's just that this guy is a bit interesting, except for the Oriental Supreme, this person is the one he meets who can barely try the sword with him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have fought for so long, and he was just using him to prove his martial arts.

He can have the strength of today, in addition to his talent is too good, relying on the training of this battle, he has the strength to constantly surpass.

Otherwise, there is no battle that can't be solved with a single move.

If so, then two swords.

Jiang Ping didn't care about Fu Tianchou's clamor, but when he saw Qiye's gaze, he immediately smiled embarrassingly:

"If you hit you, I'll call mine, otherwise, I won't be happy."

"But ahem, I've run out of lines, you guys continue."

After that, he glared at Fu Tianchou.

"What are you looking at?!"

Fu Tianchou took a sip directly, his teeth itching with hatred: "Shameless boy! Fu is ashamed to be with you!"

"With you as the head of the Martial Arts Division, it will be over sooner or later!"

He raised his knife, and the sea of ​​blood rolled down.

Blood Sea Immortal Demon Sword!

The 40-meter broadsword reappeared in the world.

Qiye shook her head slightly, she wanted to practice more with him.

Clang!

The sound of the sword clanging, clear and crisp, resounded between heaven and earth.

Seeing countless blood knives shattered, there was a bloody smell in the air, Fu Tianchou looked at the blood knives in his hand in a daze.

boom!

It was like a needle pierced a balloon full of air, and the blood knife exploded with a bang.

He wiped the corner of his mouth and rubbed his fingers, and there was a trace of blood.

At the same time, a faint, pale sword mark appeared in the distant void, and then slowly dissipated.

"What a fast sword."

Fu Tianchou's mind was still flashing that lightning-like quick sword move.

With his eyesight, he couldn't react to it.

It is conceivable that if an ordinary grand master encounters this sword, he will have no resistance at all, and he may not even know when he will die.

"You didn't try your best just now?"

The corner of Qiye's mouth twitched: "Not bad."

"Come again!"

Before Fu Tianchou could react, another sword resounded through the void.

Clang!

That sword was too fast, already surpassing the speed that can be observed by naked eyes, Fu Tianchou could only barely use his mental induction to discover the sword mark beyond the distance of the void.

With a movement of his wrist, a blood knife condensed into shape again.

Facing the sword mark in the void, Fu Tianchou retreated fiercely and slashed out thirteen knives in succession, each of which had the power to cut through mountains and seal off all space.

But every cut made him retreat hundreds of meters.

Wait until the thirteen knives pass.

There was no way for Fu Tianchou to retreat, and he was directly knocked down in the city of Shendao, a small cloud of dust mushroom rose up.

And the swords in the void finally meet.

They are like a wooden knife, an iron sword, the iron sword cuts down, and the wooden knife breaks.

Thirteen times in a row, the last power of the iron sword finally disappeared.

Boom!

Bricks and trees flew horizontally, and Fu Tianchou flew out in some embarrassment.

He stood on the roof, looking up at the seven nights slowly falling under the night sky, as if merging with the sky, full of mystery and danger.

"I'm not your opponent."

Fu Tianchou frankly admitted his weakness.