He was so frightened that he lost his mind, not because of the terrifying force of Balian's kick, but because behind him was the Ghost Mountain Abyss.
"Save me! Save me!" He shouted angrily and ordered in mid-air, trying to get his men to catch him.
But after witnessing Balian's powerful strength, even the thunder talisman can be crushed to pieces quietly. Whoever dares to die to pick him up will fall into the abyss together and never recover?
No one came to save her. Ning Feiyan, who had collected three thousand spirit stones, was only responsible for hypnotizing the great demon to protect him, and had no role in rescuing her. She could only watch on with her sleeves stroking her lover's sleeves, her smiling lover's eyes dark and unfathomable.
Bi Ping felt desperate and closed his eyes tightly, his ears filled with howling wind.
But suddenly, his waist suddenly tightened, and he hovered anxiously on the side of the abyss.
He was panting heavily, his clothes were wet with cold sweat of fear, and his hands were hanging helplessly. He opened his eyes little by little and looked down. He saw an unfathomable abyss of darkness, like a gluttonous evil beast with no bottom.
Like a huge mouth, it seems to swallow people at any time.
He was so horrified that he didn't dare to look any further and hurriedly said: "Help me! Pull me up quickly!"
The neck was twisted halfway and suddenly froze. The boy in the sight above was the boy, and the soles of his boots were stepping on his belt, so he did not completely fall into the abyss.
"How much spiritual stone does Young Master Bi Ping think his life is worth?" The clear light in the young man's eyes slowly seemed to be reflected in a spring of clear moon.
He clearly has a condescending attitude, but it doesn't make people think he has an arrogant temperament.
His expression was still calm, as if what he was stepping on was not a human life, but a valuable spiritual stone.
Listening to his clean voice, Bi Ping Yougen couldn't hold back his viciousness for a moment, and his eyes were fierce: "You dare to blackmail me?!"
Bai Lian didn't answer, he gently released the sole of his boot, and Bi Ping fell heavily towards the abyss.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll give you the spirit stone! Damn it!" Feeling the threat of death, Bi Ping had to give in.
Balian boots tightened his belt again.
He was panting and tortured: "How...how many spiritual stones do you want?"
Bailian glanced at it and said: "Thirty-six thousand spiritual stones."
He could see clearly that there were twelve people injured by the Thunder Talisman, each with three thousand spirit stones, which was thirty-six thousand spirit stones.
Bi Ping's expression changed drastically: "Don't you think your appetite is too big?"
Balian didn't speak, just glanced at him lightly.
Just this simple and calm look made Bi Ping's heart palpitate for no reason, and he instantly lost the courage to continue bargaining with him.
With a face full of pain, he untied the Qiankun bag from his waist, endured the severe pain in his arms, and threw the Qiankun bag at Bailian's feet: "There are 30,000 spirit stones in it. If there are any more, they will be gone. I can use the rest.
Let my subordinates help you, you... pull me up quickly?!"
Balian didn't move.
Bi Pingru glared at his subordinates with blazing eyes: "You stupid people, what are you doing standing around?! If I die, do you really think you can survive after I get out! Give me a break!"
Hand over the spirit stone, as long as I live, am I afraid that I won’t be able to eat without you?”
So everyone in the Tianlong Sect endured the reluctance to give up and reluctantly collected the remaining six thousand spirit stones.
Ning Feiyan lazily yawned, looked sideways at the woman who had been following him, and said: "The power of the thunder talisman, even practitioners in the spirit-bearing realm have to be afraid of it, let alone being directly caught in the thunder."
In the center of the formation, struck by thunder and fire from all directions, this young man remained motionless and easily broke through the formation in three steps. He is really a charmer. Hongzhuang, what do you think?"
The girl wrapped in a long robe raised her eyes with clear black and white eyes. The expression under the mask was indifferent and calm. Her slightly hoarse voice, which was not so pleasant, slowly sounded: "His cultivation level is not high. He fights for life and death. I have 90% chance."
Make sure you can successfully sneak attack and kill him."
Her tone was cold and calm, but because of Ning Feiyan's understanding of him, she could hear the faint disdain and contempt in Hong Zhuang's words, and even a hint of hostility.
Ning Feiyan deliberately provoked her and said: "Your knife is sharp, but you can't break through that thunder method."
Hongzhuang was silent for a moment, and then said: "The power of thunder talisman controlled by mental power is far superior to that of spiritual power. This young man has cultivated mental power, and his attainments seem to be higher than Bi Ping's. He can use Bi Ping's talisman in the process
Instead, he became the new talisman master and dissipated the power in the thunder talisman, so stepping on the thunder talisman was like stepping on thin ice."
Ning Fei's smoke jade fan tapped the palm of his hand, and said: "A powerful body that can withstand thunder, fire and thunderbolts is most likely a genius of physical cultivation. In this three thousand world, this is not a strange thing, but physical cultivation
This is the first time I have seen someone who can cultivate his mental power to such an extent. Well... this mysterious and beautiful young man looks more and more lovely."
Hongzhuang's tone suddenly became cold: "Becoming a dead person is not so pleasant."
Ning Feiyan sighed: "It's such a pity. Compared to a guy who only talks and educates people, I prefer a young man who directly teaches people a lesson."
Her slender fingertips carefully stroked the carvings between the handles of the fan, her eyes dark and unpredictable.
The young master of Tianlongmen who was rescued was supported by his subordinates. His arms were hunched unnaturally, and his arms were swollen. The huge pain of broken bones made him look ugly and sinister. He stared at Bailian and said: "How dare you
I don’t dare to tell you where you came from. If you destroy the talisman and seize the spirit stone today, I, the Tianlong Sect, will definitely come to visit you in the future!”
Bailian said: "Kong Cangshan, Si Chen."
Bi Ping frowned: "Kongcang Mountain is close to the Chaos Demon Sea. I have never heard that there are good physical practitioners in the mountain who established a sect in Kongcang. What? You dare to do it, but you can't do it?"
Bai Lian thought about it seriously and said: "If you want to go to Kongcang Mountain to settle accounts with Qiu Hou, it is not appropriate. There is no one in the mountain. If you look for trouble, there will be no one to entertain you."
He looked considerate.
Bai Lian was not lying. Today, there is only one fish, one mountain ghost, one corpse demon, and a deer in Kongcang Mountain. There is really no one who can entertain him.
Seeing his tepid look, Bi Ping felt even more angry. He gritted his teeth and said, "Why do you have to hide your sect's origins?"
He secretly knew that although his physical training was strong, his body was formidable and formidable, and he could be invulnerable to thunder and magic, but that was only limited to the same realm as Takumi, but his Tianlong Sect was not just an ordinary person, there were countless spiritual elders in the sect.
Even if a martial artist who only cultivates his body is strong for a while, his progress in cultivation is more difficult than that of a spiritual practitioner.
There are only a handful of warriors in this world who have truly broken through to the Spirit-bearing Realm. How can they withstand the overwhelming pressure of his Tianlongmen?
In this world, most physical cultivators are indeed stronger than spiritual cultivators in the early stages. However, martial arts practitioners have never had an advantage in spiritual power, and their longevity is far less than that of ordinary practitioners. Therefore, those who can truly reach the pinnacle of martial arts have been there since ancient times.
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