Ascension Pavilion Many senior executives heard You Xiu's evaluation of Jiang Ping An and immediately looked at Jiang Ping An.
To be able to reach half the level of You Qianqiu is already amazing.
The master of the pavilion Luo Su looked at the apprentice Qian Huan Rou next to him, "Xiaorou, I didn't expect your dao companion's Soul Cultivator Talent to be so good."
Qian Huan Rou opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
If she said that Jiang Ping An's Soul Cultivator Talent was inferior to his Body Cultivator and Spirit Cultivator, Master would definitely not believe it.
Luo Su continued to mock Huo HaiZhou, "Elder Huo, these young Discipline Hall Disciple are not good. Do they think about persecuting others all day long and can't concentrate on cultivation?"
Huo HaiZhou held the armrest tightly and said coldly, "That's better than your daughter."
"You guys have the nerve to besiege my daughter. Also, who told you that this is the true form of my daughter? Is it possible that she is just an ordinary clone?"
Luo Su looked at Huo HaiZhou with disdain, "If you want to see the performance of my daughter, wait until the Main Pavilion selection battle in four years."
Huo HaiZhou Youyou said, "I heard that the Pavilion Master was seriously injured. I don't know if he can survive until four years later."
"Thank you Elder Huo for thinking about me. My Pavilion Master's injury has healed. If you haven't reached this level, you will never know how strong this realm is." Luo Su said with a smile.
"Bang!"
Huo HaiZhou's face changed drastically, and the armrest next to him was crushed.
"I have something to do, so I'll leave first."
Huo HaiZhou disappeared from the place and disappeared.
Luo Su was in a happy mood and looked towards the battlefield again, staring at the man playing the piano.
Jiang Ping An plucked the strings with his fingers and was immersed in the beautiful sound. Soul Silkworm Silk was like a "dancer", dancing along with it, harvesting the life of monk Discipline Hall.
After killing an unknown number of people, Discipline Hall's disciples finally realized that they could not hurt Jiang Ping An at all.
No one dares to come near anymore.
"Boom~"
Suddenly, a loud noise came from the edge of [Ascension Pavilion Space].
When the disciples heard this sound, they knew that [Ascension Pavilion Space] began to shrink.
Every hour, Ascension Pavilion Space will shrink by one-tenth, and the battle will become more intense.
A monk stared at Jiang Ping An and asked in frustration, "What should we do now? There is nothing we can do against him."
This Jiang Ping An was obviously seriously injured, but there was nothing he could do about it. He even played the piano in front of so many of them and slapped them in the face.
"Withdraw, leave him alone, earning Contribution Points is important." Someone said helplessly.
"Retreat? This is too embarrassing. So many people have failed to capture him, and they have to retreat."
"You're awesome, come on!"
Many monks cursed and left. Although they were unwilling and angry, they could only endure it. There was no point in spending time here.
A group of Discipline Hall Disciple had no choice but to leave. Jiang Ping An ignored them and was immersed in the sound of the piano, even forgetting the purpose of this challenge.
In the music, he vaguely grasped something, and now he urgently needs to feel these indescribable things.
The battle here is over, and those strong men will no longer pay attention to this place.
Jiang Ping An performed amazingly, but not as powerfully as the other top talents.
Achieve Dao through Slaughter's Shen Tu Yi, the more fierce the battle, the killing intent around the body materialized, and the killing intent emitted can directly crush the low-level monks.
Ran Hong Chen, who possesses Innate Divine Power, controls the power of Mirror Image, uses Mirror Image as the domain, and pulls opponents into it. Anyone who is pulled into Mirror Image has no chance to come out.
You Qianqiu controls three Soul Silkworm Silk, sweeping all the way invincibly, no one dares to approach...
The numbers on the heads of the three of them have all exceeded 10,000, far ahead of the others.
"Ran Hong Chen, senior sister, come on! I'll beat you to win the championship!"
"Master You, if you kill faster, you can surpass those two people in no time!"
"Shen Tu Yi, kill harder!"
Most of the monks are paying attention to the three people. The person who wins the championship must be born among these three people.
As time goes by, more and more disciples are eliminated, and the fierce battles become more and more fierce. Many monks show their Divine Ability, and top secret techniques are constantly displayed.
Jiang Ping An was immersed in playing the piano. When many monks passed by, they almost thought they were hallucinating when they saw this scene.
This guy plays piano in a place like this? Is there something wrong with your head? Is this a party?
These people were greedy for the Contribution Points on Jiang Ping An's head, and launched an attack on Jiang Ping An.
In the end, it became the number on Jiang Ping An's head.
Ascension Pavilion Space The range shrank again and again, and the remaining disciples became stronger and stronger.
The number of people sneaking attacks on Jiang Ping An is gradually increasing.
However, as the number above his head exceeded 10,000, the number of people attacking him began to decrease.
Those who can survive till now are all smart people.
A person who plays the piano unscrupulously here with a Contribution Points on his head exceeds 10,000, how can he be a simple person?
Gradually, the fighting on the battlefield became less and less. When the fifth hour came, Ascension Pavilion Space shrank for the fifth time, and all fighting stopped.
The remaining nearly 10,000 monks faced each other from afar, with serious expressions.
The monks who can survive till now are not simple.
The next hour will be the most difficult hour, and anyone may fall.
Everyone is under great pressure. If they lose, their previous efforts will be in vain, and all their Contribution Points will be given away to others.
Many people don't want to continue playing.
A strong man stood on a mountain peak not far from Jiang Ping An. He was under great pressure. When he heard Jiang Ping An playing the piano there, he became very irritated and cursed:
"What kind of rubbish are you playing? It's not as good as the farts of my Unicorn Dog! Stop now, or I'll blow your head off!"
The sound of the piano stopped suddenly.
"Ahem~"
Jiang Ping An opened his eyes and took a long breath.
"It's amazing, it's amazing, music actually has such a magical effect."
Jiang Ping An felt that his soul seemed to have been baptized, and it was unprecedentedly peaceful. Mental Power even improved.
"Wonderful, grandma, is the song you play also called a tune?"
The burly man heard Jiang Ping An muttering to himself. He didn't know whether it was because of his bad mouth or because he wanted to use curses to vent the pressure in his heart, so he cursed at Jiang Ping An.
Jiang Ping An looked at the past with indifferent eyes.
"What are you looking at me for? If you don't accept it, come and fight. I'll beat you up, you weakling!"
The burly man didn't need to be afraid when he saw Jiang Ping An's sickly face, erratic breathing, and obvious serious injury.
Suddenly, the strong man's body froze, and he suddenly knelt on the ground and cried bitterly until he disappeared from the place.
The strong man was teleported to the viewing platform. He was stunned for a long time without reacting, and his body kept trembling.
He swore that he never wanted to run into each other again. It was too scary, and he didn't want to experience that kind of nightmare.
Compared with physical obliteration, mental torture is the real pain.
Jiang Ping An looked at the remaining geniuses and murmured:
"If we don't continue to fight, how can we finally reap the harvest? Give you some courage."
Jiang Ping An Put both hands on the strings again and pluck them gently.
"Dong~"
As the strings were plucked, the souls of everyone on the battlefield trembled.
The passionate war song played, the fighting spirit in everyone's hearts was uncontrollably aroused, their blood was ignited, and a powerful aura burst out from their bodies.
"Kill~!"
I don't know who shouted, and the originally silent battlefield became turbulent, spells flew up all over the sky, and fierce fighting broke out.
"Damn it! What bastard is causing trouble!"