Chapter 502: Old friend Zhao Ping'er

Two hours later, a hint of vigilance suddenly appeared in Wei Yan's eyes.

"It's better to hide. If you get into any old devil again, it's better..." Wei Yan thought to himself, and then he dodged behind Yuncai.

A few dozen miles away, a man and a woman were chasing and flying.

"Ping'er, do you think you can escape from my palm? Where can you escape in this Wuhai Kingdom? Have you forgotten the lessons I taught the previous two times?" The man was wearing a brocade robe, with a look of joking on his face.

But his cultivation level is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. In front of him is a woman with her face as jade, her eyes as snow, and her lips as fragrant orchid. Although she was fleeing in panic at this time, her appearance looked even more charming.

The man in the brocade robe was not very fast. It was obvious that he did this on purpose. I guess he was experiencing the fun of chasing.

"Ping'er, if I hadn't saved you back then, would you think you could have lived to this day? Not only did you not be grateful to me, but you even repaid your grudges and revenge. It really disappointed me!"

The man in brocade robe said and chased him, his face full of excitement.

The woman never said a word and was only rushing to travel. But her speed had reached its limit.

After a while, Wei Yan, who was hiding behind the clouds, couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"How could it be her? Why is she here?" Thinking of this, the memory of this woman couldn't help but appear in Wei Yan's mind.

This woman is no one else, but Zhao Ping'er, the daughter of Li Fengyu, the man she loves from her teacher Su Bumei.

Thinking of Zhao Ping'er, Wei Yan couldn't help but think of Nie Pan, the infatuated senior who used to send him a puppet.

If it weren't for Nie Pan, I'm afraid Wei Yan wouldn't have come to this day on the road to immortal cultivation!

After thinking about all this in my heart, Wei Yan couldn't help but feel the desire to save others.

"Ping'er, if you admit your mistake now, I can give you another chance, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!" As he said that, the man in the brocade robe laughed, his voice full of weirdness and ruthlessness.

When Zhao Ping'er heard this voice, she felt a stern.

She wanted to speed up, but this was her limit.

"Ping'er, I'll give you another three breaths of time to consider. After three breaths, if you keep begging for mercy, I'll kill you!" It was obvious that the man in the brocade robe obviously lost interest in this game at this time, and a cold look appeared on his face.

As soon as he heard this, a trace of death suddenly surged out of Zhao Ping'er's heart.

At this moment, a red ray of mist suddenly flew out from afar.

This Hongmang is extremely fast, like lightning, and it is wrapped in a layer of black and evil spirit!

The man in brocade robe naturally saw this scene clearly.

As soon as Zhao Ping'er saw this scene, a distress signal suddenly occurred!

After retracting his spiritual sense, a cold look appeared on the face of the man in the brocade robe.

"Hmph, it turns out that he is a junior in the Dan-Jianging Stage!" Thinking of this in his heart, his speed suddenly increased, and his target was naturally Zhao Ping'er!

Suddenly, a powerful spiritual power rushed towards Zhao Ping'er!

[At this moment, he even felt a suffocation, and the air around him seemed to have been frozen.

Just as Zhao Ping'er had given up the hope of life, a white mist suddenly flew towards the man in the brocade robe, twice as fast as lightning.

The man in brocade robe immediately stopped attacking, and at the same time, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

At this moment, a middle-aged man's figure slowly appeared. Of course, Zhao Ping'er must not recognize Wei Yan at this time, because Wei Yan's appearance is now disguised as he has been!

"Junior, don't meddle in other people's business. Do you think this hero is so easy to do when saving beauty?" said the man in the brocade robe coldly, his voice filled with endless pressure.

If it weren't for the slightest fear in my heart, the man in brocade robe would have taken action long ago.

"This man was just a cultivation level in the Killing Dan stage, and he actually stopped me. His identity must be strange. I am afraid there is a master behind him! But if he should be ignorant, then I... "When I think of this, the man in the brocade robe looked at the middle-aged man in front of him again.

"Let her go!" Wei Yan said coldly.

As early as when Wei Yan was in the Dan Jiedu stage, he could kill monks in the Nascent Soul stage.

What's more, he is in the Nascent Soul stage at this time?

As soon as he heard Wei Yan's words, the man in the brocade robe suddenly looked abnormal.

"If you let her go, do you want me to let this person go with just one word? Do you think it's possible?" The man in brocade robe had a huge murderous intent.

At this time, Zhao Ping'er couldn't help but be stunned. She thought her savior had come, but when she saw that the middle-aged man in front of her was only in the Kalpa stage, her heart suddenly became cold again.

Because she is also a cultivator in the Killing Pill stage!

"Let her go, you still have three breaths of time to think about it!" Wei Yan said again.

When he heard this, the man in the brocade robe looked surprised even three points higher than Zhao Ping'er.

A junior in the Killing Dan stage dared to yell at a senior in the Nascent Soul stage in this tone. He asked, how many people could tolerate it?

After retracting the spiritual sense he released again, the man in the brocade robe couldn't help but look confused in his eyes.

"There are no masters around here. Is this man in front of me a madman?" Thinking of this, the confused look in the eyes of the man in the brocade robe suddenly turned into murderous intent!

"court death!"

As soon as these words were spoken, three yellow muds suddenly broke through the air like lightning and headed towards Wei Yanjuan.

Wei Yan pointed with one hand, and suddenly more than ten seven light columns mixed with the cold wind appeared around his body.

At the same time, these colorful light columns rushed directly at the brocade-robed man like roaring beasts.

As for the three yellow mulberry trees, they had disappeared without a trace at this time.

When the man in the brocade robe saw this scene, there was no trace of fear on his face.

His figure flashed, then he slapped the illusion bag with one hand, and a scimitar suddenly appeared.

This knife is crescent-shaped, plain and light, without any weirdness.

But the moment it was sacrificed, the whole world suddenly became dim.

At the same time, the scimitar turned into a sword of nothingness, and its momentum seemed to swallow the sky and destroy the earth.

Gugudaoling immediately roared around!

Seeing this scene, there was no change in the expression on Wei Yan's face.

But Zhao Ping'er was stunned like a wood.

"This is the soul of the sword, his trump card!" Thinking of this in my heart, the death intention on Zhao Ping'er's face had reached a state of fullness.

"It's so sad and lamentable to think that I, Zhao Ping'er, ended up like this in this life..." Suddenly, countless thoughts flashed through Zhao Ping'er's mind, and this only happened in an instant!

At this moment, Wei Yan seemed to have seen some clues about this knife.

Without saying a word, he pointed to the star bead between his eyebrows, and in an instant, his body was blocked by white lights, and then the sky became even more strange.

At the same time, thunder suddenly appeared from the top of the sky, followed by endless lightning.
Chapter completed!