Rural Shennong

Don't look at Chen Ping is not a master now, but a martial arts master, it's just that his family knows his own affairs.

But the outside world doesn't think so, since he can kill Zhao Jiehu, then he is the master, even if Chen Ping doesn't admit it.

Whether the grand master took action against the martial arts master or the martial arts master of the Hermit Family, this is considered a broken rule.

If Chen Ping dared to do this, the Zhao family would have an excuse to use master-level experts as well.

Zhao Qing was obviously weak and lacked energy.

But she still held on, and replied in a weak voice: "No...it's not Chen Ping."

"The opponent has three masters, all of whom are at the peak of internal strength."

"Although they are all wearing masks, my judgment will never be wrong."

The other two also nodded in approval.

Martial arts masters use internal strength, while grandmasters use spiritual power. There is an essential difference between these two kinds of power.

When Chen Ping fought with them, except for chasing the last martial arts master, he used some spiritual power to perform the lost step, and it was useless at other times.

That's why they were misled.

Zhao Jiebao's face was so ugly that he was about to die: "Don't worry about where Chen Ping got so many masters."

"Just say that you were attacked this time, someone must be responsible!"

"My information has been leaked, otherwise how could you have been attacked?"

"That old man Huang Geng is a waste!"

Zhao Qing shook his head: "Third brother, although we suffered heavy losses this time, it's not Huang Geng's fault."

"I remember clearly that the master who fought against me at that time said that they had been ambushing us for half a month."

Hearing what Zhao Qing said, Zhao Jiebao's face became even more ugly: "Fuck, is it just an accident?"

"Did we fall into the trap they had prepared long ago?"

"No, since they want to ambush you, why don't they choose a route to transport precious goods to ambush?"

"This is obviously unreasonable!"

The precious goods that Zhao Jiebao considers are top-quality ingredients and top-quality wine.

Thinking from the opponent's thinking, Chen Ping should think that Zhao Jiebao would send a master to rob those things.

But Zhao Jiebao didn't expect that in Chen Ping's eyes, those so-called expensive goods were the least valuable.

The continuous production line equipment of the milk factory is what he can't afford to lose.

Moreover, from the information Chen Ping got, it was known that there were Zhao Qing and two masters on the way to rob the equipment.

If Zhao Jiebao wanted to suffer heavy losses, of course he had to lie in ambush along the way.

Zhao Qing thought for a while: "Chen Ping is very smart. He should have guessed that we are going to send a master to find an opportunity to destroy his two hard-core brothers and cut off his left and right arms, so he deliberately set up an ambush along the way."

"Only this explanation is the most reasonable."

If Chen Ping was present, he would definitely clap his hands and applaud Zhao Qing.

The only loophole was filled by Zhao Qing himself.

Zhao Qing spoke too hastily, and coughed twice: "Third Brother, you...you must be careful of Chen Ping, he is extremely treacherous and cunning."

"We must not be careless in the future."

Zhao Jiebao patted Zhao Qing's shoulder: "You have a good rest, I will come to see you tomorrow."

After leaving the ward, Zhao Jiebao and Hua Dewen led a group of people out.

Hou Hanpu followed them off.

When he walked to the door, he saw Chen Ping, who was wearing a white coat and followed by a large group of people, coming towards him.

Everyone's footsteps stopped, and the air suddenly froze.

Even passers-by in the hospital hall felt the temperature turn cold, and a biting chill suddenly broke out from the open space between the two groups of people.

Chen Ping chuckled: "Hey, did Mr. Hou just finish his work?"

"I heard that someone was seriously injured and almost died."

"If you need my help, Mr. Hou just ask."

Hou Hanpu said coldly: "I have already cured the patient, so I don't need your hypocritical concern!"

Chen Ping chuckled: "It's really cured? I didn't expect Hou Lao to be able to heal even a crippled person whose cultivation base is at a loss. Then I really want to learn from you."

What he said was like adding another handful of salt to the Zhao family's bloody wounds.

On the opposite side, Zhao Jiebao suddenly burst out with a murderous intent: "Chen Ping, I'll listen to you if you say something again!"

Chen Ping stretched out his hand, and Zuo Bingxiu, who was wearing a mask and his body was covered in a black robe, handed a silver chain to Chen Ping's hand.

He played with the silver chain, and said with a half-smile: "Who are you?"

"How do you say that, learn from Hou Lao and learn how to heal people whose cultivation has been crippled. Are you like a cat that stepped on its tail?"

"You remember, my name is Zhao Jiebao!" Zhao Jiebao gritted his teeth: "You don't need to be arrogant, sooner or later, I will..."

Chen Ping interrupted: "What do you want?"

"I said, why are you the same as your dead father? So you are the brother of that trash named Zhao Jiehu?"

"Even Zhao Jiehu is not my opponent."

"You are still here to talk to me, you deserve it too?"

"Don't beep if you want to do it, don't make me look down on you."

Zhao Jiebao gritted his teeth, clenched his fists tightly, his nails pierced his palms, and blood seeped out from between his fingers, showing how angry he was.

"Chen Ping!!" Zhao Jiebao's face was ferocious, with an expression that wanted to strip Chen Ping's soul alive: "You will also use some indecent methods, using these rubbish warriors who hide their heads and show their tails, and dare not even show their faces."

"Other than these, what else do you have!"

Chen Ping said contemptuously: "Compared to hiding my head and showing my tail, how can I compare with your Zhao family!"

"Do you dare to say what your deposed subordinates did?"

"It's a fucking hidden family. It's just a bunch of people who dare not confront me head-on. They only dare to sneak around in secret. They're the bastards who are robbers and road hogs. Pooh!"

Zhao Jie's lungs were about to explode, but he really didn't dare to admit what he had done in public.

Because the things he did can't be put on the table.

If it wasn't for knowing that he couldn't beat Chen Ping, Zhao Jiehu really wanted to risk everything and kill Chen Ping now.

The big deal is to flee back to the family secret afterwards and never come back to the secular world again.

It's a pity that Chen Ping has bigger fists and a more poisonous tongue than him. What else can he do except endure?

Zhao Jie's eyes full of resentment swept across the faces of Chen Ping and the three masters in black robes and masks behind him.

In the end, he could only squeeze out three words through his teeth with extreme reluctance: "Let's go!"

In any case, Zhao Jiebao was not without gains, at least he was sure that Chen Ping did not make a move, because there were indeed three martial arts masters behind him.

Two of them are full of blood, strong and long breathing, which must be the peak of internal strength.

The breath of the other is a bit erratic, very similar to that of an inner vain martial artist.

But if the opponent didn't make a move, Zhao Jiebao couldn't be sure whether the opponent had a way to hide his cultivation.

This is what Chen Ping let him see.

The martial arts master with erratic breath was actually Lin Yuru in disguise.

It wasn't long before Lin Yuru became a martial arts master, and she didn't bother to practice hard to stabilize her cultivation. Her aura is stable.