Yuanshen: Liyue Storyteller, Zhongli Gives Me God's Heart

Lin Zhibei didn't have the confidence to win against these little animals in these messy aspects.

"Naturally, it is a pure force competition."

Zhongli understood Lin Zhibei's worry.

Then he gave Lin Zhibei a look, as if to say, I want you to be the god of rock, how can I make you lose?The default is yes.

"That would be the best."

Lin Zhibei was satisfied.

But Zhongli added something meaningful.

"Be gentle."

The immortals over there only thought they were speaking to themselves.

"That's natural."

Zhong Li swung his half-scaled arm, "No, I'm telling Mr. Lin to let him be gentler."

"???"

Except for the fact that the immortals over there knew Lin Zhibei's super strength, three huge question marks almost popped up on their heads.

Dijun...is he so optimistic about this kid named Lin (bcaj) and not looking down on us?

Who is real?

"So, shall we begin?"

Lin Zhibei didn't care about it at all, but simply suggested.

Enough time has been wasted on this matter, after finishing it, go back and have a good rest, and then you have to go to Daozuma.

"it is good."

Zhongli agreed, and then his eyes moved, and the whole Guiliyuan suddenly heard a "hum one by one".

It made the common people in Liyue who were watching the theater below somewhat surprised.

"Huh? How is this..."

Before the man finished speaking, there were thousands of people in Guiliyuan, and all of them were covered with light shields.

Looking at the faint golden light below, Zhong Li nodded.

"A little precaution."

"So as not to hurt the innocent."

Then he looked towards the immortals, "Then who of you will come first?"

The one who volunteered to come forward was not cutting the moon or Lishui, but the grandma Ping who had always seemed a little quiet.

"Hehehehe, let me come first."

"I'm getting old, I can't stay up late, so I can go back to sleep sooner."

The stooped old man took a few steps forward.

Looking at the so-called "True Lord of Gechenlang City" standing in front of him, Lin Zhibei was somewhat puzzled.

I always thought that Grandma Ping was just pretending to be an old man to live a secluded life. Could it be possible that immortals really grow old?

Zhong Li looked at Grandma Ping, his eyes were impassive, "Yes."

"Then this first battle will be between Mr. Lin and the Zhenjun of Gechenlang City."

"My old bones have not been moved for a long time."

While moving her shoulders, Grandma Ping stepped forward, as if she wanted to shake hands with Lin Zhibei.

But when the two hands were clasped together, Lin Zhibei stared in shock at the youthful and invincible girl in front of him.

You tell me this is Grandma Ping?

Just ask when you will enter the card pool! .

Chapter 180 Seven A Ping: Do you dare to agree to call you? (seeking subscription)

Over there, Grandma Ping came forward, Lin Zhibei had already held her hand in the blink of an eye.

But when Lin Zhibei looked up at the person in front of him, he was really shocked.

You tell me this is Grandma Ping?

The originally withered silver threads were gone, and the light blue hair was meticulously tied behind her head, neatly tied up with a wooden hairpin.

She has a pretty face, and her skin is whiter than snow. She is an old man, but she is clearly a young lady. With red lips, Lin Zhibei was a little stunned.

He was wearing a light golden cheongsam with low crosses, the pattern on it was the pattern of ink and green mountains, and he held a green and golden long spear with a hole in it, which was not ordinary.

"Grandma Ping?"

Lin Zhibei opened his mouth as if confirming, although he expected that the appearance that Grandma Ping used to show people was just a cover-up, but when the change really happened in front of him, he still felt very miraculous.

"That body is still not suitable for combat."

"Don't call me Grandma Ping, it's A Ping now."

Even the voice became more relaxed and lively.

Is this a fairy? It's amazing.

Lin Zhibei couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"So, shall we begin?"

A Ping smiled and looked at Lin Zhibei, and Lin Zhibei also nodded.

"Assigned."

A Ping's originally gentle voice suddenly became severe, and with a flick of the spear in her hand, Lin Zhibei had already stabbed at Lin Zhibei. Lin Zhibei just tilted his head slightly, and easily dodged the blow.

Zhongli and Xian's family next to him also took advantage of this opportunity to flee away.

"Let's fight, let's fight!"

The people below watched the excitement and shouted loudly.

"what?"

"strangeness."

One looked at the two fighting in the sky, with a puzzled tone.

"what happened?"

"I recognize Mr. Lin in the long gown. It's just the girl with blue hair. Is there such a fairy?"

Not only ordinary people were puzzled, even Yingmei and Paimeng, who were not paying attention in Qunyu Pavilion, didn't realize that the young woman was Grandma Ping.

Little Paimon only hated himself for being distracted just now, "Ah, who is that fairy, why can't he remember?

Yingmei also nodded, she was also distracted just now.

But Ningguang has been focusing there, and said lightly:

"That one, you are quite familiar with, didn't you ask her to borrow the dust-cleaning bell before?"

As soon as Ning Guang said this, Paimeng and Yingmei remembered, their eyes widened.

"That's...Grandma Ping? Ah, no, sister Ping?"

Even Yingmei sighed with emotion: "As expected of a fairy family, rejuvenating..."

"Perhaps it is more appropriate to say that immortals have never aged."

Ning Guang corrected.

High in the sky, Lin Zhibei thought, and the pitch-black rune armor instantly wrapped his body.

At the same time, Ah Ping came again, and the huge wind pressure directly blew away the clouds above the distant sky, revealing the full moon behind her.

However, Lin Zhibei didn't avoid it this time, he was very supportive.

This shot hit Lin Zhibei's chest in front of his body, the dust song pot jumped up and down, and caught on the end of the gun again.

"Hi--"

Immortal's incomparable strength was transmitted directly from the spear, from Lin Zhibei's heart to his back.

But Lin Zhibei just snorted coldly.

"Humph."

Instead, with one hand, he directly held the long spear that A Ping stabbed in front of him but failed to break through the armor, and wanted to grab the white blade with his bare hands.

0? Ask for flowers [-]....

However, a smile appeared on the corner of A Ping's mouth.

"Fucked, little guy."

Ok?

Lin Zhibei was surprised for a moment, and the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

From the original bright moon in the night sky, it has become a scene of a cave in a pot.

"I rely on, this is also OK?"

It turned out that A Ping's goal was never to stab Lin Zhibei with a single shot and make him lose his ability to fight, but to imprison Lin Zhibei in the dust song pot through the connection between the spear and the dust song pot at the end of the gun!Just when Lin Zhibei was yelling at Lao Liu in the jug.

Outside the pot, A Ping proudly hooked the dust song pot with her little finger, and showed the emperor and several immortals behind her

"Successful, it seems that you can go back to sleep."

The several immortals were naturally overjoyed, this dust song pot is powerful, they all know that once locked in, without Aping's permission, it is absolutely impossible to come out.

"Haha, this boy Lin dares to take the gun, he really doesn't know how to live or die."

"I lost this time, are you happy?"

Cutting the moon was so happy that she almost danced.

But Mei didn't know why, she didn't seem to be as extraordinarily happy as the other immortals.

Zhong Li looked at the dust song pot in A Ping's hand, and nodded:

"good."

"If this dust song pot is me, I'm afraid it will be difficult to escape."

"Hey, it's not that powerful, the emperor will definitely be able to get away."

A Ping touched her nose, as if she was embarrassed by being praised by the emperor.

"but……"

"This thing should not be able to trap Mr. Lin."

Before Zhongli finished speaking, a familiar voice came out from the dusty song pot.

"I'm coming out, everyone hide away." Jiu.

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Chapter 180 Eight Dust Song Pot, My Dust Song Pot! ! (seeking subscription)

A Ping is holding the dust song pot in her hand, somewhat complacent.

The other immortals next to him were blowing rainbow farts.

"This dust song pot is really convenient. It can be used as a magic weapon."

Xia Yue looked at the dust song pot in A Ping's hand, somewhat envious.

Faced with the envious eyes of the moon, A Ping just hugged the dust song pot in her arms, as if afraid of someone snatching it away.

"This is given to me by the emperor, don't you all have your own magic weapon?"

Li Shui changed the subject and returned to Lin Zhibei.

"I'm afraid this boy Lin can't be so majestic this time, hehehe."