"This...what's going on?"

The sharp-faced man was surprised to see Lu Pingan's sword power soaring.

Powerfulness is one aspect, the important thing is that the front and back contrast is too big, it doesn't seem to be made by the same person.

Immediately, the sharp-faced man realized something, frowned, and asked: "You kid, were you using me to practice your sword?"

Lu Pingan was rushing with a sword but did not answer.

He was immersed in his sword power, feeling it carefully, for fear that he would forget this feeling and he would never use it again next time.

Even without answering, the answer is obvious.

The sharp-faced man felt that he had been greatly despised and humiliated, and even if he was singled out against a young man who was still stinking, he didn't even go all out?

"I've decided, to cut off your hands and feet, and abolish you first!"

Bell Bell Bell...

The long knife shook, and the brass ring rang loudly.

Like the raging anger of the sharp-faced man, the sword energy became more and more violent and strong, and finally condensed into a sharp edge, soaring into the sky.

The power of the eight rings!

Almost at the same time, Lu Ping's surging sword power also slammed into the sharp-faced man, as if the storm was hitting the shore, following the wind and thunder sword.

boom!

The sword force and the sword power violently collided, causing a violent explosion in the field!

The aftermath of the impact surging out like a wave, and wherever it passes, there will be a few sharp marks, either a blade or a sword light.

The red-backed macaques who were fighting, as well as the four of them, were so frightened that they turned their heads to look.

Lu Pingan and the sharp-faced man, as the leaders of both sides, will directly affect the outcome of the overall situation.

The four people and the monkeys are naturally very concerned about the situation in the field.

Only the old beggar who is addicted to alcohol is still sleeping lazily under the tree.

After a brief stalemate, the two forces contended for a few seconds.

Immediately, only two figures were seen, each shooting out backwards, hitting the trunk and the rock wall respectively.

The dust slowly fell, and there was already a big hole in the place where the two of them were fighting just now.

"Ahem..."

Lu Ping'an stood up with a sword supporting his body, coughing out a pool of thick blood, his injuries obviously aggravated a lot.

But his slightly pale face showed a gratifying smile.

"Finally learned this trick!"

It took Lu Ping'an half a day to comprehend the essence of the sword eighteen first style, which is of course something to be happy about.

However, the battle is not over yet.

This time the match was just evenly divided, Lu Ping'an was still able to move, and the same was true for the sharp-faced man opposite.

"I have to say, your sword is very strong, if it weren't for Laozi's superb swordsmanship, you might really be defeated by you."

The sharp-faced man spit out the blood in his mouth, gripped the handle of the knife, and said.

Lu Ping'an said: "It's not possible, but you will definitely become my defeat."

"Really? If I guessed correctly, that was your strongest move before, right?"

"Sorry, you really guessed wrong..."

Before he finished his words, Lu Ping'an suddenly lit up with a dazzling golden light, shining brightly!

After all, he was not proficient in the use of Fengqijian moves. So far, he has consumed a lot of spiritual energy, and he can't even condense the next move.

Therefore, Lu Pingan could only temporarily give up practicing swords and end the battle in his best way.

And under the blessing of the dazzling brilliance of the Golden Light Curse, Lu Ping's entire popularity has doubled, as if he had risen to the fifth level of the True Martial Realm in an instant!

The sharp-faced man was shocked, and he didn't react much on the surface. He gritted his teeth and said: "Bluffing, not to be afraid, look at the knife!"

On the back of the knife, the nine rings sounded in unison, bursts of microwaves covering the knife body, as if injecting stronger power into it.

That is obviously not a simple decoration, but some kind of magical tool accessory that can increase power.

Every time more copper rings release energy, the offensive of the sharp-faced man will increase accordingly.

Now, he finally wants to go all out and dare not stay behind.

In an instant, the sharp-faced man rushed out, dragging his long knife to the ground, bringing deep knife marks along the way.

"The Might of Nine Rings-Cut!"

The sharp-faced man leaped up, holding a long sword in both hands, and with the power of smashing the sky, he cut off at the top of Lu Pingan's head!

Zizi...

Above the blade of the wind thunder sword, thunder and lightning raged, and the wind swirled and merged with each other.

This is the fighting method that truly belongs to Feng Lei Sword. When Lu Pingan only wanted to defeat his opponent, he would no longer consider the distinction between magic sword and war sword.

At the same time, the brilliance of Lu Ping's body spells also seemed to be coated with a layer of gold, and its power increased!

The sword rises, like a thunder, the wind rises...

Blood is flying!

The sharp-faced man's nine-ring sword might be smashed by Lu Ping'an with a single sword. The wind and thunder pierced his arm like a long snake!

"what!"

A screaming scream came from the sharp-faced man.

Then he saw his body and a broken arm throwing up into the sky.

Lu Ping'an took advantage of the victory and pursued, and the sword's edge flowed like a carved flower, leaving scars everywhere on the sharp-faced man.

The blood spattered, like red flowers in full bloom.

With a bang, the sharp-faced man fell heavily, and the nine-ring long sword also fell to the ground.

He was already covered in cuts and bruises, some parts were bloody, but none was fatal.

Lu Ping'an only broke his hands, feet, muscles, and some important joints, mainly to restrict his movements, and did not severely kill him.

"Ah... I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

The sharp-faced man rolled and struggled on the ground in extreme pain, but he was still unforgiving and yelled non-stop.

The golden light converged, and Lu Ping'an walked to the pointed-faced man, hovering his long sword over his left chest, and only needed a little effort to pierce the heart.

"If you want to survive, just shut up."

As soon as he said this, the sharp-faced man fell silent.

Under the huge threat of death, no matter how arrogant and arrogant he was in front of him, he was completely arrogant at this moment and could only obediently obey orders.

Once the headed sharp-faced man is defeated, the remaining four will be much easier to deal with.

Lu Pingan first tied the sharp-faced man to the tree with the rope of the implement, and then controlled the seven-star array with his body and mind, and then vigorously blessed him with the golden light spell.

The twenty-odd red-backed macaques became more and more courageous as they fought, and gradually, they also displayed the stronger power of the eight-door golden lock formation.

It didn't take long for the four to lose one after another, and they were all captured.

...

"Say it."

Lu Pingan sat on the throne of the Monkey King, looked at the five people who were firmly bound, and asked indifferently.

A large group of red-backed macaques, holding iron rods, like the yamen in the yamen, surrounded them, not giving them the slightest chance to escape.

The sharp-faced man was already speechless, lying on the ground, dying.

The round-faced man on the side said: "You dare to ruin our good deeds, and sooner or later you will regret it!"

Before Lu Ping'an could speak, the monkey at the back banged it up, making the round-faced man look like gold stars.

Lu Ping'an said: "Your life and death are now up to me, so don't mess with those vain things, just live if you say it, or die if you don't say it."

Another tall and thin man, knowing that the overall situation has been set, said: "The man behind us is the city lord of Qingshan City."

Hearing this answer, Lu Pingan was not surprised.

Qingshan City itself is a small border town without much special features. It is entirely dependent on the world-famous monkey brew that attracts a large number of tourists and has developed to such a relatively prosperous level today. Its importance is self-evident.

If anyone dared to fight the idea of ​​monkey brewing, it would be tantamount to affecting the wealth of the entire Qingshan City, and would be punishable.

The old man in the green robe and these guys, who dared to do this blatantly, must have been supported by the local powers.

Who is the biggest boundary here?

It is undoubtedly Lord Santo.

Lu Pingan nodded and asked, "How do you prove it?"

The tall and thin man said: "We have a special envoy token given by the city lord."

"Oh? Show it, don't play tricks, or the first one will kill you."

Lu Pingan waved his hand and released the rope on his body.

The tall and thin man didn't dare to make trouble, took out a silver token from his storage bag, handed it to the monkey next to him, and then passed it to Lu Ping'an.

The token has a slight aura fluctuation, but the aura is weak, it may only be used for distinguishing, not a magic weapon, and there are also large characters "Qingshan City Special Envoy" on it.

Lu Pingan asked, "Are you really special envoys?"

"The city lord said we are, we are, but we basically don't have to do anything. Holding the token is mainly for convenience."

After that, Lu Ping'an asked several more questions and asked them to answer separately. Finally, it was basically certain that the tall and thin man had not lied.

Lu Pingan murmured, "Since I am the master of a city, it is a bit troublesome."

The tall and thin man asked cautiously: "Don't you... really want to find the city lord?"

Lu Ping'an said, "Of course, I'm already busy with my business, so I have to manage it to the end. But it has nothing to do with you. As long as you truthfully recruit all the information about the city lord, you can leave."

"Well, well, I must know everything!"

The tall and thin man quickly said what he had learned.

There is no way to distinguish between true and false, and Lu Ping'an will not accept it completely, but it is not impossible to use it as a reference.

"I'm all done?"

Those people nodded repeatedly.

Lu Ping'an said: "Okay, put down your storage bags, go away."

The faces of several people became stiff, and their expressions were difficult.

For any monk, the things in the storage bag are his wealth, and he will rely on him for his future practice and battle.

Small fate is important, but fate is still there and the magic weapon of money is gone, which is also extremely painful.

Lu Ping'an said: "Don't linger, do you really think I dare not kill? Or when my drunkard master wakes up, you guys who are trying to destroy the monkey brew, I'm afraid you will die."

The few people were frightened, and did not dare to delay any more, they hurriedly put down their storage bags, and by the way helped the unmovable sharp-faced man remove them.

The five storage bags were all neatly placed in front of Lu Ping'an.

"A final reminder, you are not allowed to step into the boundaries of Qinglong Mountain and Qingshan City. If I find out, you will kill you!"

"understand."

"Monkeys, see off the guests down the mountain."

In this way, the five guys left Qinglong Mountain under the watchful eye of a group of red-backed macaques.

But not long after they left, the old beggar woke up with a big hand and sucked in five storage bags.

"Good disciple, really good disciple!"