Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit - 1262. Chapter 1262

Lu Ping took out his ears in disbelief, thinking that he had heard it wrong, but looking at the serious appearance of the monk in the early stage of the practice before him, Lu Ping still waved his finger at all his arrangements, and said, “Get out. Leave these to you?”

Lu Ping has traveled in Middle-earth for decades, and he has learned a lot about the masters of the famous sect. There are not a few people who have seen many sacred places. These people may be arrogant but have never used power to suppress others. Lu Ping originally thought The so-called arrogance and domineering bullying in the cultivation world has already smoothed out the temperament and growth of the city and will not appear under the self-cultivation of decades and hundreds of years, but I did not expect to encounter such a one today.

“Brother Lu, the Hou Tu Sect is a large sect in the northwestern region of Central China. The sect has a long tradition. There are two great monks sitting in the town. I heard that this time the Hou Tu Sect has attached great importance to the battle of encirclement and suppression of Moluo. One of them personally led his disciples here.”

Qin Yu on the side said worriedly behind Lu Ping.

Hotu Sect?

It is the Holy Land’s protégé that he was polite when he saw that he was always polite, whether he was an enemy or a friend, he would call “Brother Lu”. When would it be the turn of such an ordinary large sect disciple to come and be proud of himself?

This is to bully the waist behind yourself. Don’t be too hard. It’s just that this Hou Tu Sect has such great courage and it is determined that the True Spirit Sect is not as good as his Hou Tu Sect. It is just a large-scale sect and a medium-sized sect. NS?

Lu Ping smiled and said, “Okay, as far as the person in your family can be the master!”

Lu Ping really looked down upon this third-generation disciple of the Houchu Sect who was supposed to be of the same generation as him.

Li Hui is a three-generation monk of the Hou Tu Sect, and he is also a monk in the early stage of the advanced method. In the Hou Tu Sect, it is naturally a direct inheritance of the eight classics.

He had naturally heard the name of the Sword Immortal in Beihai. To be honest, if Li Hui met Lu Ping in the past, he would have to admire him a lot, but where is there less jealousy behind him?

Today, I finally had my ancestor behind me. When I thought of being able to slap the face of this guy who is known as the first of the three generations, Li Hui rushed up with excitement from the bottom of his eyes, so she ran. Coming to show off in front of this “Water Sword Fairy”, the fox pretended to be a tiger, but he didn’t expect that the person in front of him would look at him as if he were watching a monkey show, and an understatement would send him away.

He didn’t put himself in the eyes at all!

Li Hui yelled angrily from her heart, and said, “Too much bullying!”

Reaching out, curling up a magical power and buckling it on Lu Ping’s shoulder, Li Hui’s five-finger mountain magical power can make every finger have the weight of a huge mountain, although Li Hui is far from the point where five fingers and five mountains are heavy. , But this buckle also has the power of a big mountain at least, and under the sneak attack from behind, he seemed to be enough to make Lu Tianping suffer a dark loss.

Li Hui knew that he was not the opponent of the person in front of him. He only wanted to be able to get ahead with one move. In this way, even though he was defeated, he was already inferior in cultivation. Taking a slight advantage is enough to be well-known in the cultivation world. When the time comes, no matter how thick Tuzong has this qualification, where is it to be the second direct disciple.

Unexpectedly, just as his hand was about to clasp Lu Ping’s shoulder, a dark undercurrent suddenly surged from Lu Ping’s body, and it suddenly gave him the feeling like a raging wave, Li Hui’s body. Suddenly, he took a step back involuntarily, and the magical power that had been buckled on Lu Ping’s shoulder suddenly pressed a blank.

However, Li Hui’s Wuzhishan magical power is also extraordinary. At the moment of squeezing the air, his arm suddenly lengthened, and the hand of spiritual energy in the midair followed closely towards Lu Ping’s shoulder.

However, before his hand fell again, the previous wave that pushed him back surged again, and the invisible huge wave once again made Li Hui had to step back.

But Li Hui still didn’t want to give up. He knew that if he went on like this, he would not slap Beihai Jianxian in the face, but would lose his face, and he would still be in full view in front of his elders.

Li Hui seemed to feel that she had no choice but to work hard to dissolve the continuous waves around Lu Ping, who was far away. However, he wanted to dissolve it, but the result was getting worse. It made him red, step by step, Lu Ping’s invisible dark wave continued twelve peaks, and Li Hui stepped back twelve steps, until his magical power Wuzhishan could no longer reach Lu Ping.

In mid-air, after Li Hui of the Hou Tu Sect led him to drive off Lu Ping, behind the ancestor of Hou Tu Sect Wu Shan, a monk in the middle stage of the law was too late to stop him, and had to show a wry smile before he stepped forward: “Uncle Master, Beihai Lu Tianping is not an easy one!”

This uncle of his own has always been devoted to cultivating hard without asking about the world, but he doesn’t know the situation in the cultivation world, let alone the prestige and prestige of Beihai Lu Tianping in the middle-earth cultivation world.

Seeing Uncle Master glanced at himself, the second-generation monk of the Hou Tu Sect then continued: “This Lu Tianping once had three moves with the great monk of the Bihai Spirit Snake clan and was undefeated.”

The ancestor Wushan said “Oh”, his face expressionless, but his gaze looked down.

The second-generation disciple paused, and then said: “Following him, he defeated Ma Li, the fourth elder of the Tianma tribe!”

“what?”

The ancestor Wushan gave a surprise, his face finally moved.

The second generation disciple smiled more bitterly on his face, but he continued: “The two great monks of the Five Elements Sect and a Mu Xing Juzi besieged and conspired. Unexpectedly, their Huangsha Bailian formation was broken and let alone one of them. After being injured by this Lu Tianping, he retreated calmly!”

At this time, the ancestor of Wushan finally no longer calmed down, his expression changed, and he said, “Hurry up and call Li Hui back!”

However, at this time, Li Hui had already talked with Lu Ping. When everyone looked at him again, they saw Li Hui retreating on the ground and immediately followed by a meal, as if trying to stabilize her body. Obviously the pressure he endured far exceeded his ability to resist, followed by a retreat and a meal…

Every time, I could see that Li Hui tried very hard to stabilize her figure, but every time she had to take a step back to dissolve the unparalleled power.

Li Hui’s face flushed red, but on the opposite side of him, Lu Ping’s back was getting farther and farther away.

“Too much bullying!”

The ancestor Wushan was furious, and he stepped on him, disappearing from the midair.

This sentence was shouted from the mouth of the ancestor Wushan, and the disciple next to him blushed for a while. Who is it that is deceiving too much?

However, at this time, the Hou Tu Sect naturally wanted to unite and work together, but the second-generation disciple in the middle stage of the law suddenly woke up. The person on the ground had defeated several major monks in the first place, and his uncle was alone. What if one person runs down and loses?

Although he didn’t want to admit it from the bottom of his heart, the second-generation disciple still felt that the strength of his uncle was not necessarily higher than that of the four elders of the Tianma tribe, and it was even harder to say than the two great monks of the Five Elements Sect.

“go!”

The second generation of disciples led the Hou Tu Sect to kill the Zhenling faction resident. Even if they couldn’t beat more and less, but if their uncles really wanted to lose, their younger disciples would not care about protecting the face of their entire life.

The people of the Hou Tu Sect who rushed to the Jiu Xuan Tower this time to participate in the battle of encirclement and suppression of Mo Luo are led by the ancestor of Wushan. Two disciples of the second generation from the middle stage of the Dharma stage came, and four monks from the early stage of the Dharma stage came, including three generations of disciples. With three people, it can be said that more than half of the strength of the patriarch of the thick soil was sent to participate in the battle of encirclement and suppression of Moluo.

In addition to that, thirty or forty disciples of the Pill Alchemy Stage were also brought out to see the world, and when these people went to the Zhenling Sect resident together, the scene looked mighty for a while.

When Lu Ping returned to the station, he was about to further adjust the simple five-element formation to strengthen the station’s defenses. At this point, if Lu Ping’s spiritual thoughts were sensed, he was about to look up, and he felt a huge force descending from the sky, directly blessing Lu Ping. Above his entire body, Lu Ping felt as if he had lifted a mountain on his back, and his feet were so soft that he was about to be crushed on the ground.

Fortunately, Lu Ping’s physical body was strong enough, and his reaction was fast enough. At the moment that Juli came to his body, Lu Ping’s true essence revolved around his body, and he insisted on supporting the huge force blessed on top of his body with his strong true essence!

When Lu Ping looked up, he happened to see an elderly monk with a shocked face looking down at him. He saw that the old man’s hands clasped his hands in the same way as the previous three generations of Hou Tu Sect’s disciples attacked him. To be higher, he is an out-and-out great monk.

This can be regarded as a young one and an old one. It seems that the thick soil sect really intends to grab it!

The true essence in Lu Ping’s body overflowed straight out of his body, and the bodyguard channel gasified into a wave of waves scouring upwards, directly offsetting the downward gravity of the ancestor Wushan, and then Lu Ping stretched out his hand, and the thin water flowing sword shot up into the sky, and then turned into a wave. A huge boiling wave churned, bringing up the sound of boiling water, the ancestor of Wushan roared strangely, and for a while, he was quite helpless and was taken a few feet away.

The boiling anti-surging Heavenly Sword Art, the sword light directly turned into a tumbling wave like boiling water, and the power of the mountain went straight to the sky.

Then Lu Ping hovered with the two swords, the huge wave of sword light rising up into the sky suddenly collapsed towards the center, and the edge surrounded a huge sword aperture and rose high, before he had time to adjust after being topped up in one fell swoop. The Wushan ancestor of Wushan surrounded the circle, but the collapsed sword light wave in the center formed a huge sword light vortex, connected with the rising sword light circle around, it was a huge supreme magic sword array. : Heiner Sword Art!

The ancestor of Wushan thought he had estimated Lu Ping high enough, but in fact Lu Ping was far stronger than he thought!

The ancestor of Wushan was a veteran great monk. He naturally saw the tyrannical power of the swordsmanship that surrounded him at a glance, so he threw a small mountain of spirit treasure on top of his head, and a khaki light hung down to protect him in the center, thinking He wanted to stay stubbornly, so he knew that all the disciples under the sect would come to rescue him as long as he persisted for a while. Since he kicked the iron plate this time, he had to give up his face.

However, Lu Ping sneered. The thing he was most afraid of was that someone stood by under his swordsmanship, and the end of Tu Gaoshan was a role model.