The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 324 Ji Pingan: Is it you who wants to touch me? (Please subscribe)
As expected of you... When Taoist Banshan heard what the "Prince" said, he cursed in his heart and smiled on his face:
"I've already given the order."

The prince nodded with satisfaction. As a former powerful man, what he was most dissatisfied with about this group of practitioners was that they did not understand how to please their superiors.

The old Taoist priest was very enlightened: "Then, let's get started."

The prince, who was dressed in fine clothes and had a sinister look in his eyes, ordered.

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Outside the Goddess Peak.

In a deserted mountain and dense forest somewhere, a group of martial arts warriors and Qimen monks gathered together in a depressing atmosphere.

As the jade pendants on the waists of many of them lit up, this group of impatient Jianghu people who had been waiting for a long time were overjoyed to finally get the order to take action.

"Go!"

I don't know who shouted, and the large group of people pulled out their weapons with murderous intent, and each performed Qinggong. Like a large swarm of locusts, they swept out of the barren mountain in winter and killed towards the Goddess Peak in the distance.

With uncontrollable excitement in his eyes, the leader, a skinny monkey-like man who excelled in Qinggong, even said with a smile:

"Haha, don't compete with me! I want to pick first."

For this group of murderers, all of whom carry arrest warrants from the court, they have long been salivating over the heroines of the Yue Girl Sect.

This time, the masters from the "human world" gathered together, and they suddenly turned into hungry wolves, as if the Yue Girl Sect was already in the bag.

However, when a group of warriors rushed up to the Goddess Peak and arrived outside the villa, they finally realized that something was wrong.

The gate of the villa in the distance was closed and heavily defended, and a famous female hero was already waiting on the wall.

It seemed as if I had known they would come.

"Don't be impatient, keep waiting until they come within range!"

On the villa's defense line, Shangguan Wanrong was holding the newly acquired sword, her face no longer generous and gentle, only serious.

Beside her, a female hero silently adjusted the crossbow, and several people worked together to place a huge crossbow as high as one person on the wall, and then pushed the "wheel" to tighten the "bowstring" little by little.

The artillery in the heart of the mountain was difficult to take out for a while, and I didn't know how to use it, but these crossbows were useful and didn't even require practice. Master Wuxin ordered them to be equipped.

As the target entered the shooting range, Shangguan Wanrong excitedly shouted like a female general:
"put!"

hum!
Amidst the sound of bow strings vibrating, the largest one, the "City Wall Crossbow" moved by three female heroes, flicked up white smoke and handed out an arrow as thick as a spear!

"puff!"

In an instant, the skinny monkey man rushing at the front was penetrated through the chest. He screamed and his eyes bulged out!

The whole person was thrown towards the crowd behind by the huge kinetic energy of the arrow. The person was crucified alive in mid-air!
"careful!"

The other warriors were shocked, but at this moment, they saw a rain of arrows coming from ahead.

The crowd immediately panicked and fled. A few of them were unlucky enough to be shot and either died or were injured, but most of the warriors managed to avoid it by relying on their physical skills.

But the attacking formation and momentum were successfully interrupted.

"kill!"

Upon seeing this, Shangguan Wanrong did not choose to defend, but decisively ordered an attack.

After all, they are not soldiers, but Jianghu people. They are not good at defending the city, let alone dealing with a group of warriors who are average in martial arts.

The next second, hundreds of female warriors from the Yue Women's Sect drew their swords in response, filled with anger, and rushed out of the villa one by one to kill the enemy.

At this time, the people in the arena outside had also reacted, and some people smiled evilly:

"Little girl wants to die!"

Although the Yue Women Sect is a force, most of its disciples have only average martial arts skills.

If they really fight, these warriors are confident that they will be defeated.

However, when the two sides actually fought together, they were horrified to see that each of the originally weak female heroes was armed with a long sword.

When the swords of both sides collide, some iron weapons often crack after being unable to withstand the force for a few times.

What's more, the long knife broke instantly, and before he could react, his head was cut off.

More warriors were carelessly injured, but were pinned down by their opponents with their superior weapons.

"How is that possible? Where did they get so many magic weapons?!"

A burly warrior with steel plates embedded in his chest and arms was horrified.

Next to him, a disheveled man with scary ghost tattoos on his body cast a spell while retreating, and said in a voiceless voice:

"The intelligence is wrong! Evacuate immediately!"

In the rivers and lakes.

A magic weapon is enough to cause chaos and bloodshed.

At this moment, all members of the Yue Women's Faction were equipped with magic weapons, which immediately frightened the group of people and made them want to retreat!
In fact, if they dare to fight to the death, even if they have the disadvantage of magical weapons, if both sides fight hard, their chances of winning will still be greater.

But this group of people is not an army, not even a sect, they are just a group of stragglers who were temporarily put together for profit!
Although the promises in this world are beautiful, they must be taken with a life!

Needless to say, with the first round of collisions, the group of warriors began to retreat, while the disciples of the Yue Nv Sect gained momentum, leaving behind more than a dozen corpses in an instant.

"Xinwu dares to tear up the martial arts covenant!?"

Shangguan Wanrong stared at some martial artists with obvious features in the crowd, feeling frightened and angry.

If Ji Ping'an were here, he would definitely recognize that the other party included members of the "Tiancan Sect" and "Hell Gate" of "Xinwu"!
Shangguan Wanrong was extremely angry. She swept the sword light in her hand and used Yue Nu's sword technique. The blue sword energy was scattered towards the crowd like a rainstorm of pear blossoms!
But just as she rushed forward, preparing to pursue the victory, a strong sense of crisis arose in her heart.

"Rong'er is back!"

Behind him, Master Wuxin suddenly appeared and arrived in an instant.

Grabbing it with one hand, she pulled it back alive. At the same time, the beautiful woman raised her sword and slashed into the air, and the illusory wellhead appeared around her.

"clang!!"

The sword blade collided with an origami flying knife, making a sound of gold and iron!
The two masters and disciples looked up and saw a pile of flying white pieces of paper above the retreating enemy. Like a whirlwind, it was drawn into the battlefield and condensed into a human shape in the swirl.

It was a pale-faced man wearing a scarf and holding a folding fan.

As soon as he appeared, he sneered and looked down at the retreating Jianghu people below:

"mob!"

As he spoke, he waved his fan, and suddenly, a "flying knife" made of paper spun out of the void. A group of fleeing warriors were killed instantly, and their heads were separated!

"Brother Zhidao, why do you need to be angry with these useless people?"

Suddenly, there was another laugh from the crowd.

I saw a pool of ghostly figures squirming on the ground at some point and standing up from the ground.

It condenses into an "evil ghost" who is about ten feet tall, with a burly upper body and a very short lower body. His muscles are covered with dense tattoos. His face has no facial features, only indigo hair.

The paper Taoist man holding the white-bone fan smiled coldly:
"Hua Pi, I said before that these modern people can't be counted on at all. It's really a waste of effort. Don't you want us to take action?"

The "Painted Skin Immortal" who looks like an evil ghost has no facial features and no emotion or anger on his face.

At this time, the sound of breaking wind suddenly came from the distance, and a red stick with a smooth middle section and cloud patterns on both sides roared towards him.

"Boom"!
It hit the rocky ground like a cannonball, exploding into a circle of stone ripples.

Then, light overflowed from the stick and condensed into a monk with disheveled hair and a copper hoop on his head. His eyes were cold and he said lightly:
"Why nonsense!"

He raised his head and looked at the Yue Nu Sect disciples who had stopped chasing and gathered together. His eyes fell on Master Wuxin who was the leader, and the corner of his mouth curled up:
"Master Tai, take a stick from Sajia!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk nicknamed "Six Paths Stick" bent his knees and gathered strength. The ground beneath his feet collapsed, and then he stood up. The mark of two soles of his feet appeared on the place where he stood.

But the stick in his hand had already been struck at Master Wuxin!
"Bah!"

The ascetic master felt humiliated, so he mustered up his courage to sit in the well and stabbed out with his sword.

The sword edge collided with the front end of the stick, and the sword energy spread like ripples, but the stick was also a magical weapon and was extremely hard.

There was no sign of being broken at all, it was even more powerful and powerful.

The master's face turned red. Although the well was spinning wildly around him, he was still pushed back step by step!

"Master—"

Upon seeing this, Shangguan Wanrong's expression changed drastically. She raised her sword and struck at the opponent, wanting to help. "Back away..."

Master Wu Xin tried his best to speak out, but it was too late. As soon as the silly heroine touched her, she was shocked by the two strong men sitting in the well, causing blood to flow from the corners of her mouth. She fell backwards as if struck by lightning!

Master Wuxin also fell down due to distraction, her breath was unstable, and she was supported by a group of female disciples to prevent her from falling.

There was horror in his eyes.

She judged that the person in front of her was just entering the well for the first time, but the combat power he could exert was far more powerful than her!

And she felt it more keenly.

The other two people behind her, the "Paper Taoist" and the "Painted Skin Immortal", both have the power to threaten her!
"Is this the power of the world..."

Master Wu Xin's Taoist heart was shaken, and he felt that his cultivation for most of his life was a joke.

"Oh, today's people... have only some cultivation, but in fact they don't know how to exert their strength at all. Why should we go to war with such a monk? Your Majesty is too careful." Taoist Zhi was full of contempt.

The Painted Skin Immortal laughed, and took a step forward, lifting his muscular, tattooed right hand to grab it.

Suddenly, residual souls flew out from the dead bodies on the ground, turned into evil ghosts, and rushed towards Master Wuxin:
"This kind of warrior has the weakest soul, so why bother using force? Look at this immortal's methods..."

But the next second, the evil ghost who rushed out suddenly stopped, broke free from his control, and suddenly killed the paper Taoist.

The latter were frightened and hurriedly killed them one by one with folding fans. Then everyone saw a howling wind, the color of the sky and the earth changed, the mountains suddenly became dark, and then red lanterns floated on the spot.

Vaguely, there seemed to be sadness and music, and in the distance, two figures approached from far away.

The former is Wei Qingqing, who is wearing sackcloth and mourning, with a cold expression.

Behind her was Jiang Chunqiu, who looked like a beggar and had a sword hanging from his waist.

"Playing ghost in front of me, Huapi, you're still a little behind!" Wei Qingqing sneered.

Mrs. Wei!
At this moment, the expressions of the three "human world" masters on the opposite side changed at the same time.

Amazed!

"Wei Qingqing? I was just curious as to why I didn't see your shadow, but it turned out that I was one step ahead," the paper Taoist said tentatively, holding the paper fan in his hand and looking dangerously in his eyes:
"However, since you took down the Yue Women's Faction first, so what? Are you afraid that we won't be able to take the credit?"

The monk with hair and the immortal with painted skin were alert at the same time.

Wei Qingqing sneered and looked contemptuous:

"There is no need to test. That defeated prince really thinks that I will be loyal to him? Ridiculous! He is still cherishing his life as always. He doesn't even show up in person to fight for a martial arts sect. He only sends you as pawns to test. Haha, wait. It’s also interesting, pretentious, and always calls it ‘ancient’, but in the end, it turns out that it’s just a loser to the Crown Prince?”

The three people suddenly changed their colors!

Not because he was insulted, but because Wei Qingqing's attitude sent a clear signal.

"You... rebelled?" Taoist Zhi exclaimed, then looked behind her, only Jiang Chunqiu was left, and said:
"Where are the other two of your men?"

Wei Qingqing smiled and said, "I will kill him."

The monk with hair tightened his stick and said in a deep voice:

"Wei Qingqing, do you want to deal with the Crown Prince? Who gave you the confidence? Is it just you? Or are you these losers?"

They were not stupid. They couldn't help but guess when they saw Wei Qingqing appearing and seeing everyone in Yue Nu's group carrying magic weapons.

But I can't figure out the reason.

Wei Qingqing was too lazy to explain and sneered:
"Only you three are here. Where are the minions under you? Are they on their way here too? Want to conquer the Goddess Peak? Then come and try!"

Hearing this, the three of them did not move for a moment.

Several of them are elites in the "human world". Although the three of them join forces and have the confidence to suppress Wei Qingqing, there is still a master Wuxin next to him.

Even if you can win, you still have to pay a price, but no one is willing to take risks.

The three of them looked at each other and patted the jade pendants on their waists in unison.

Wei Qingqing looked at it with a sneer and did not stop him, as if he was confident.

For a moment, there was a silent confrontation between the two sides outside the villa. One side was the Yue Women's camp, and the other side was the Jianghu people led by Ren Shijian.

But not long after the confrontation, it was broken by a stream of light from a distance!

As the stream of light fell to the ground, everyone looked around and saw only two figures appearing.

The leader was naturally the Crown Prince Daqian who was dressed in fine clothes, handsome and with sinister eyes.

Half a step behind, he was followed by a Taoist monk who was wearing a Taoist robe and holding a feng shui plate with a golden needle spinning in the plate.

As the old Taoist appeared, puffs of smoke and dust were set off behind him, and clay figurines followed him like bodyguards.

Chen Xuanwu loomed among them, but his appearance was unfamiliar, so no one could notice it for a moment.

"Wei... Qing Qing!"

As soon as the prince arrived, his black hair was flying, his eyes were sharp and gloomy as he locked eyes with the general's wife, suppressing his anger:
"I need an explanation!"

Wei Qingqing was happy and undaunted, the white ribbon hanging from her head fluttering, her eyes filled with anger and a sneer on her lips:

"Dagan bastard, are you worthy of my explanation?"

bastard!

This undoubtedly pointed out his identity as the illegitimate son of Emperor Daqian. No further explanation was needed. The prince instantly understood that his true identity had been revealed.

But what really stimulated him was the word "bastard".

"Bold!" The prince turned into a tyrant and shouted loudly.

At this moment, traces of purple energy rose from his body, and a pressure unique to the royal family filled the air. An aura far beyond the realm of sitting in a well rose, making everyone present have difficulty breathing, and the spiritual energy in their bodies was stagnant!

Even Wei Qingqing was affected, and the ghosts around her began to collapse and were compressed back into her body.

A force as heavy as a mountain came!

Although Wei Qingqing tried her best to resist, she was still suppressed and unable to move. She could only stare at the opponent with unyielding and fierce eyes, like a crazy female beast.

"So strong..."

Master Wuxin's eyes were frightened, and he couldn't help but have a terrifying thought:

Could it be that the powerful enemy in front of me is in the Heaven Observation Realm?
That's right... Wei Qingqing has said before that the "Prince's" cultivation should still be at the level of sitting in a well, but he has some trump cards that can release power far beyond that level.

That was the last secret of the Daqian royal family.

"Pfft!"

Next to them, a large group of Jianghu people present could not resist. Their knees gave out and they fell down, either lying down or kneeling on the ground, looking horrified.

Jiang Chunqiu stood with a fierce sword, and the joints in his body were pressed like copper peas, but he was proud and not lowered by half, which made people look at him.

However, all the disciples of the Yue Girl Sect had already collapsed. Even Shangguan Wanrong almost fell to the ground and could only hold on with her sword.

She desperately felt that the enemy was powerful, and her eyes were dark:
Is this the leader of the world?She thought that with so many magic weapons and a helping hand, she would be able to compete, but reality slapped her hard in the face.

The other party is far more powerful than they expected!
Ji Sichen's judgment was wrong!

He has no idea how strong the other party is!
Shangguan Wanrong felt sad in her heart, as if she had foreseen the final tragic outcome of her sect. She reluctantly raised her head and saw the confident sneer on the "Prince's" face.

The indifferent faces of Moving Mountain, Paper Taoist and others.

As well as the group of martial arts warriors who were also trembling but looked excited.

"Master..." Shangguan Wanrong looked at her master for the last time, clenching the sword in her hand. She had decided that if she wanted to lose, she would kill herself.

But the next second, she was stunned.

Because she saw her master turning around at this moment and looking expectantly at the Goddess Peak behind her.

Then, she turned around and looked over, and saw a figure slowly walking down from the Goddess Peak at some unknown moment.

Ji Ping'an was dressed in green clothes and carried a cloth bag on his back. There were scrolls in it, floating over, his eyes fell on the prince, and his voice was cold:

"Are you the one who wants to touch me?"

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