In the next few days, Jiang Ping An followed Wang Ren while feeding the horses and learning at the same time.
There are many things that I don't understand in cultivation, and the other person can understand them at a glance, which greatly speeds up the learning process.
However, this calm only lasted four days.
On this day, Vast Mist Sect came, and Jiang Ping An was called to Back Mountain.
Many geniuses stopped practicing and stared at a young man in awe.
The boy is about seventeen years old, wearing a blue gown, with a well-proportioned figure, neither fat nor thin. He holds a green sword in his arms, and his long hair is swaying gently in the wind.
As Jiang Ping An appeared, the young man's eyes suddenly raised and stared at him.
At this moment, Jiang Ping An felt a huge pressure. Among the same level, he had only felt this kind of pressure on Jin Lin.
"Are you Jiang Ping An?"
Zhou Feng's dark eyes were full of indifference and coldness.
"Yes, what's the matter?" Jiang Ping An looked directly at the other party quietly.
"Did you kill that idiot Ma Wei?" Zhou Feng asked.
"No." Jiang Ping An's expression remained unchanged.
Zhou Feng drew his sword, "Regardless of whether it is true or not, that idiot has embarrassed Vast Mist Sect. I want to get back the top ten spots and fight with me."
Jiang Ping An frowned, "The quota selection has ended."
"The selection quota is to select the ten best people to participate in the competition for Black Wind County. I want to participate in the competition, but you are not worthy."
Zhou Feng suddenly drew his sword, and the terrifying Sword Qi slashed open the sky. Without any preparation, he slashed directly at Jiang Ping An.
Jiang Ping An wanted to escape, but found that his body was suppressed by a powerful Sword Qi, making him unable to escape at all!
Jiang Ping An's face darkened, a purple-gold violent aura burst out, and he raised his hand to use Limitless Fist to resist.
"Bang!"
As the terrifying Sword Qi fell, Jiang Ping An's feet plunged into the ground.
He couldn't fight back this Sword Qi, so he could only block it.
This man is too strong!
"Oh? No wonder he has some strength to defeat that idiot Ma Wei."
Seeing Jiang Ping An blocking his sword, Zhou Feng's eyes flickered slightly.
He waved the sword in his hand again, and this time, more than a dozen terrifying Sword Qi appeared at the same time, stirring up the wind and clouds, and all slashed at Jiang Ping An.
Jiang Ping An's face darkened and he attacked with all his strength.
"Bang bang!"
More than a dozen Sword Qi fell, the ground was covered with sword marks, the sound was deafening, Jiang Ping An's defense was easily broken, and Sword Qi blasted on him.
Zhou Feng put away his sword, "If you can block two of my swords before you die, you are considered a character."
The faces of many Back Mountain geniuses were full of horror, and the hearts of those Nascent Soul Realm monks were also filled with solemnity.
This Zhou Feng has mastered swordsmanship to this level, which is almost unmatched by anyone at the same level.
Two swords ended Jiang Ping An's life. Is this the strength of genius Vast Mist Sect? It's too terrifying.
It's so pitiful for Jiang Ping An that no one can redress his grievances even after his death.
"Ahem~"
A cough suddenly came from the dust.
Zhou Feng frowned.
The dust dispersed, and Jiang Ping An struggled to climb out of the sword pit. His clothes were torn, blood kept pouring out of his body, and his breath was weak.
If he hadn't practiced Tyrant Body Art and had strong defense, this blow would have definitely killed him!
"He's not dead yet, annoying." Zhou Feng was very unhappy that the two swords didn't kill each other.
Just as he was about to draw his sword, a beautiful and mature woman stood in front of him.
"That's enough."
Xia Qing's clothes fluttered, and his starry eyes stared at Zhou Feng, "Jiang Ping An's quota is for you, there is no need to kill anyone."
"He is the murderer of Ma Wei." Zhou Feng said.
"Evidence."
"Why do you need evidence?"
"I Princess just want to protect him, why do you deserve to point fingers?" Xia Qing's expression became cold, and a terrifying aura was released from his body.
Zhou Feng showed no fear, "Ninth Princess doesn't want Vast Mist Sect to support you?"
Xia Qing said without changing his expression, "One Ma Wei will not affect Vast Mist Sect's thoughts. If you can produce evidence that Jiang Ping An harmed people, I will naturally agree to kill Jiang Ping An, but if you can't produce it, if I can't protect him, who will dare to support me in the future?"
"Ahem~"
An old figure appeared, "Great Xia has a Great Xia system. The old man doesn't have much life left. If someone doesn't abide by the system at Great Xia, I don't mind cleaning up some garbage before I die."
Wang Ren slowly helped Jiang Ping An up.
Zhou Feng's expression changed when he saw Wang Ren.
"Remember, I am the only one who has a quota this time, and my resources cannot be less than Spirit Stone."
Zhou Feng held the sword and left. From the beginning to the end, he never looked at Jiang Ping An.
He is just a small person and can be killed at any time. In order to avoid offending Great Xia and to obtain resources, I will let him go temporarily.
Participate in Hundred Counties Tournament, you can get a lot of rewards after winning, and you can also get a lot of resources from Xia Qing.
As for Ma Wei's death, it doesn't matter at all.
"That's too crazy." A young man complained in a low voice.
"After all, he is a disciple of the Vast Mist Sect, so he has crazy capital."
"This guy's strength may be among the top three among us."
The teenagers were shocked by Zhou Feng's two swords. It was just two swords, and Jiang Ping An was seriously injured.
Perhaps only the top three geniuses are qualified to fight with him.
Wang Ren turned around and gave a pill to Jiang Ping An who was covered in wounds, "Can you still move?"
"Okay."
Jiang Ping An had no expression on his face, showing no signs of serious injury or loss of defeat.
"Go back and practice." Wang Ren sighed silently.
"Yes, senior."
Jiang Ping An glanced at Zhou Feng, dragged his bloody body, and limped away.
He recalled what Xia Qing said a few days ago: When the people from the Vast Mist Sect come, you will know what it means to eat the weak and the strong.
Yes, facing the behemoth, he had no ability to resist at all.
Even if you kill one Ponytail, there will still be another Zhou Feng. If you kill Zhou Feng, there will be others.
Jiang Ping An clenched his fists, extremely unwilling to give in.
The spot was robbed and he could only go to Nether King City as an alternate, losing the qualification to participate in the competition.
If it weren't for his strong physique, he would be a corpse now.
The bet with Xia Qing had no chance to be fulfilled, and there was no chance for Senior Wang to see his performance.
Vast Mist Sect, Zhou Feng...
Jiang Ping An There was no yelling, no hysteria.
Return to the room, recover your body and practice at the same time, just like usual.
Although I am eager to become stronger, I don't have any impatience. I just want to pursue the realm, study the exercises seriously, and practice step by step.
Practice Limitless Fist during the day, study "Thunder Flash" at night, and feed Little White and Myriad Poison Seven Star Insect if you have nothing to do.
It's like what happened before never happened.
Two months passed in a flash.
"Woodhead! Woodhead! Open the door quickly!"
A familiar voice suddenly sounded.
Jiang Ping An Open your eyes and open Barrier.
A cute girl wearing a purple dress and Ponytail braids rushed in, exuding a refreshing fragrance.
Meng Jing was taken away by her mother Lei Lan two months ago. She just came back today and couldn't wait to come find Jiang Ping An.
"Woodhead, don't be angry. My mother taught me a lot of exercises. I will go find that guy in a while and get the spot back for you!"
Meng Jing didn't know where he learned about Jiang Ping An, and he waved his pink fist very angrily.
"No need, my skills are inferior to others, so I should give up my spot." Jiang Ping An said calmly.
"The quota is not important. What is important is that he wronged you and injured you!" Meng Jing pouted, very unhappy, with anger on his pretty face.
"My skills are just inferior to those of others." Jiang Ping An responded calmly.
"Tch, don't act indifferent. I know you. The more indifferent you act, the angrier you will be."
Meng Jing has been with Jiang Ping An for a long time and knows him very well.
Jiang Ping An was silent for a while, "I will solve it myself."
"Okay, if you can't beat me, just call me. Anyway, I will always stand by your side."
Meng Jing smiled and hugged Jiang Ping An's arm.