Purgatory Artist

The long street was crowded with warriors.

Liu Ping was blindfolded, Shi Shiran stood on the open space in the middle, saying that he would kill everyone.

A few breaths passed.

The old man sighed and said:

"Young man, don't kill people at every turn, this will lead to revenge."

Liu Ping smiled and said: "They are blocking the entrance of our martial arts hall, and even we are not allowed to go out to worship our dead friends-and we obviously posted a notice of the military alliance."

"...This really broke the rules. It was the first time I heard that someone would not even listen to the orders of the Wu League."

As the old man said, he glanced at the middle-aged martial artist.

The middle-aged martial artist trembled, and cold sweat came out on his back.

The master was angry, and the corpses were everywhere.

Right now, his behavior seems to have caused dissatisfaction with the master.

-But this is obviously something that was acquiesced by the Wu League!

We spent money!

The middle-aged martial artist was unwilling to do so, but he really didn't dare to make a mistake, so he had to clasp his fist and say, "Master Grandmaster, we will retire now and will never pester them again."

The old man is such a shrewd person, he can see the unwillingness in his heart at a glance, and said blankly: "Go ahead."

"Yes."

The middle-aged martial artist took the people and left soon.

Only then did the old man look at Liu Ping and Chu Yunshang again, and muttered: "How did your friendship with Xiao Zuo come from?"

"Gold gold bars four times." Liu Ping said.

Four times!

Even one bar at a time, that's four gold bars.

There are so many!

The old man brows and scolds, "I'm talking about friendship! It's not your stink—"

After speaking, Liu Ping had already taken out two gold bricks from his arms and offered them, respectfully:

"Thank you Grand Master for speaking out for us. If it weren't for you, we would have to be trapped here. This is a bit of a hint. Please accept it."

The old man looked at the gold brick.

The color is very positive, it looks heavy, and the size is not small.

The old man coughed lightly: "This little friend, I do believe in Xiao Zuo's vision, especially after seeing your battle—"

While talking, the old man stretched out his hand, and the two gold bricks were gone.

"Thank you for being fair!" Liu Ping clasped his fists again.

The old man looked at him and couldn't help sighing in secret.

Unparalleled martial arts prodigy.

Although there are not many such people, there will always be one or two in a few years.

but-

How many people can find the spirit of the world that matches the nature?

In front of this young man, there is a moat lying across the sky, which is to find a suitable spirit.

This matter can only depend on good luck, no one can do it.

Despite this, the young man's standard in dealing with people, observing words and behaviors is already quite high. He has no lack of words and deeds. Even if he goes to business and politics in the future, he will have a future, not to mention that there is a bloodthirsty martial artist standing behind him.

It's no wonder that Xiao Zuo would have decided on a whim.

but-

The old man's momentum suddenly burst out like a gust of wind.

He opened a pair of angry eyes, and asked with murderous intent: "How did Xiao Zuo tell you at the time, you just tell the truth."

Liuping's expression remained unchanged.

A small burning line quietly appeared before his eyes:

"You have been monitored to a certain degree, and this type of monitoring can identify lies that people say."

"You have an extremely powerful strange power: deceit."

"The monitoring technique cannot identify the authenticity of your words."

Liu Ping glanced at it and smiled and said, "He said that he would pretend to be me to attract the attention of those people, and let us go through the back door."

"Then what?" the old man asked.

"I asked him if it would be dangerous. He said that as soon as the other party wants to do something, he will remove the disguise and show the true identity of the Wu League official. There will be no danger. Let us go."

Liu Ping's expression remained unchanged, and continued: "Then we left."

The old man stared at him.

This boy, under his own coercion, his heartbeat, blood flow, nerves, meridians, skin and flesh were all the same.

There was nothing wrong with the feeling in the dark.

This kid is telling the truth.

The old man lost his momentum and sighed:

"It's nothing more, you can do it yourself, this matter, I think Xiao Zuo is too careless, and the killers are too stupid-they will pay the price."

After the old man finished speaking, his figure disappeared in a flash.

No one was around.

The street has restored its former tranquility.

"Is this a pass?" Chu Yunshang asked.

Liu Ping said: "It should be."

Chu Yunshang sneered and said: "The world is ruined, and money is needed everywhere, what is left of our martial artist?"

"No," Liu Ping said emotionally: "The world has always been like this, but you have just joined the world and you still don't understand the world law."

"I really only know how to practice martial arts, but I don't know any worldly laws." Chu Yunshang sighed.

"With me, you don't need to understand." Liu Ping said.

Chu Yunshang laughed and looked at him and said, "Little man, do you want to protect me?"

"No way, who told you to be so stupid all the time." Liu Ping said casually.

"Am I stupid?" Chu Yunchang said with a pair of beautiful eyes.

"Ah, no, I said something wrong," Liu Ping immediately changed the subject: "It's dark, eat first, and then rest for the night. We will leave early tomorrow morning to pay homage to your dead friend."

"good."

…

Night falls.

Inside the martial arts hall.

Liu Ping and Chu Yunshang sat on the ground.

"A martial artist with a real spirit is strong enough to destroy the world, do you understand this?" Chu Yunshang said.

Liu Ping nodded.

"Our world is called the world of ten thousand worlds, and the attack power that can withstand far exceeds that of all other worlds. Nevertheless, warriors dare not hurt this world when fighting, because the world is the body of the spirit, and we cannot hurt it. "Chu Yunshang said.

"So, what should the warriors do once they fight?" Liu Ping asked.

"The spirit will open up an independent fighting world, so as not to hurt the world of ten thousand realms." Chu Yunshang said.

"The Realm of Ten Thousand Realms..." Liu Ping chewed the word.

"Yes, the spirits of countless worlds will be attracted by our world, and come to our world to find the warriors who cast their bonds." Chu Yunshang said.

"In that case, why is the spirit so hard to find?" Liu Ping asked.

Chu Yunshang laughed and said: "People come and go in the world, and all beings are bustling with each other, but it is still difficult for you to find a partner to join in, let alone the symbiosis between spirit and people."

"It makes sense." Liu Ping praised.

Chu Yunshang took out a booklet and placed it in front of Liu Ping Ping.

I saw a line of small print on the booklet:

"Introduction to **** martial arts."

Chu Yunshang continued: "This introduces some basic martial arts, which can be used to adjust the behavior and psychology of the martial artist, so that the martial artist can fit with the spirit and give full play to the strength of himself and the spirit in battle."

Liu Ping said happily: "This is exactly what I urgently need."

He took the pamphlet and just opened a page when he heard a slight noise from the hallway outside.

"Is it a mouse or some bird — I'll go and see."

Chu Yunchang got up and walked out.

Between the electric light and flint, the door of the martial arts hall opened, and several figures rushed in.

Chu Yunchang's expression changed, and he shouted anxiously: "Liu Ping be careful!"

Before the words fell, the infinite blur of light and shadow appeared, and a world was ready.

Chu Yunshang stood in that world, and his whole person disappeared from where he was.

The dark shadows that rushed in also disappeared.

Only a dark shadow was left, showing his figure, but it was a man with a fierce expression.

"Boy, I heard you were very arrogant today."

He spoke lazily.

Liu Ping sat still and said, "What's wrong with Chu Yunshang?"

The man said: "She has other warriors to besiege, and you are going to die too. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

Light and shadow flickered.

A world appeared, wrapping Liu Ping and the man in.

Liu Ping looked around and saw that he was already standing on a pontoon, in the endless sea.

Standing on the other end of the pontoon, the man opened his mouth and said: "You don't even have a soul, say the way you want to die, and I will fulfill you immediately."

Liu Ping thoughtfully said: "A total of four people came in just now, and the power fluctuations on their bodies were all similar. Three of them went to surround Chu Yunshang, and you were left to kill me-so you are the weakest of the four."

The man's face sank, and he clenched his fist and said, "I'm looking for death!"

Liu Ping stood up slowly and said: "I don't have time to play with you slowly, tell me how to enter the world of those people, or I will kill you alive with one knife."

The man was dumbfounded, and suddenly laughed wildly: "Only you? Hahahaha, I have never seen such an arrogant guy!"

Liu Ping said slowly: "You have experienced peace for too long, and you don't even know the most basic fighting secrets. Even if you dare to come to the door at this level, it really disappoints me."

The man suddenly felt a slight pain and couldn't help looking down.

I saw lines of blood emerging from his body.

"when will you…"

Liu Ping said: "The moment you came in, I shot, but unfortunately only one was killed. They had already entered that world when you killed you. I had no choice but to save you."

The man shook his head and said: "This is not right, you obviously have no spirit, why can you hurt me."

Liu Ping said, "Guess what?"

The man felt his heart and looked back.

Behind me, a shadow was slowly closing the knife.

The man could no longer suppress the fear in his heart, and shouted:

"This is—the power of filthy!"

"You are the ghost of nightmares!"