The Path to Becoming Immortal

Ning Ping stood up again with a knife in one hand, staggered to his feet, grabbed a handful of pills, and stuffed them into his mouth with difficulty.

"But that's it, who do you think you are~" Ning Ping grinned, and the blood in his mouth flowed involuntarily again as he spoke.

I saw the man in white, his face turning red and white, staring blankly at the knife mark on his chest.

It seemed that it was a split mouth, laughing at himself wantonly.

Especially when he noticed the surprised expressions of everyone around him, an extremely strong murderous intention gathered.

"Then let you know who I am..."

The man in white looked livid, staring ferociously at Ning Ping below, and a simple long sword without an edge appeared in his hand.

The man in white swayed slightly and flew into the air, then slashed downwards with the long sword in his hand.

A life and death crisis suddenly emerged in Ning Ping's heart, but his eyes were still focused, and most of the energy in his body was running at high speed.

Just when he was about to fly forward with a long knife in his hand.

At this moment, a white figure flashed out and stood between the man in white and Ning Ping. It was the woman in white who had been watching the battle coldly.

"Trash..." A sweet cry came out of the mouth of the woman in white.

At the same time, she clenched her fist in her hand and punched the sword lightly, and an extremely cold air suddenly emerged from the entire field.

Immediately, a cold and crystal clear fist condensed and struck the blade.

"when……"

The long sword flew back, and received a huge surge of force, and a cold air also poured into the body along with the long sword.

The man in white suddenly changed his expression and took a few steps back. Finally, he stood still under the gentle support of the slave who had been following behind him. A layer of white frost appeared on his hair.

The woman in white was not damaged at all and was still floating steadily in the air.

"You..." After recovering, the man in white glared at each other angrily, pointing the trembling sword at the woman in white.

"His life is mine. Only I can take it. You are not qualified. Get out..."

Unexpectedly, the woman in white showed no mercy at all, and her words revealed deep disgust.

And most of the Nascent Soul cultivators in the field heard it, and she didn't even try to cover it up, and they all started laughing in amusement.

The man in white had a livid face, and the veins in the hand holding the sword were swollen. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

The color on his face changed, and he was mixed with shame and anger. He felt that he had never been so humiliated before, and this happened to a lowly untouchable.

"Master." At this moment, the servant behind him suddenly stood in front of him.

"Go away, don't think there is no one in our little place. Believe it or not, I will let you stay here forever."

At this time, the old woman who had been standing behind the woman in white suddenly appeared in front of her, speaking without any emotion on her face.

The servant became nervous instantly, protecting the man in white behind him, staring closely at the old woman in front of him, not daring to relax at all.

This sudden scene made everyone in the scene look at each other immediately, not knowing the reason.

At this time, the palace door burst open, and everyone looked over.

"Haha, these people here are guests. Why bother to fight and kill in our Taixuan Sect? Why don't we just stop here."

At this time, Wen Haokong, the leader of Taixuan Sect, walked out slowly with old steps.

During this time, he also looked at Ning Ping, but there was a kind of feeling in his eyes: Why is it feeling like you again.

At this time, everyone in the venue relaxed and bowed together, including the four people who were at war with each other.

"I heard, fellow Taoist, that some ignorant foreigners are slapping you in the face."

Although she had just met the other party, the old woman seemed not to be afraid of the other party at all, and even treated her as an equal.

"Fellow Daoist Shi, I am so old and old, how can I have any respect? You are all distinguished guests. It is a great honor for me, Taixuan Sect, to come to me."

"Some trivial matters are not worth getting into a fight with. Business matters are important. How about we go to the Hall of Merit together. Please~"

Wen Haokong shook his head helplessly.

The two people seemed to be very familiar with each other, as if they were afraid that the other party would continue to verbally attack each other, so they quickly changed the subject.

"Remember, I am not here to save you. If you are injured today, I will not kill you, lest you feel it is unfair, I will keep your head first."

At this time, the woman in white said coldly to Ning Ping with a cold look on her face.

"Little beast, don't hide behind women when you have the guts. One day you will fall into my hands..."

The man in white had a ferocious smile on his face, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

"Just come here, young master, I will take them all." Although Ning Ping knew he was outmatched, he still had the fighting spirit in his heart.

"Why, did you not hear what I said? Believe it or not, I will kill you right now, you loser!"

The woman in white turned her head and spoke calmly, looking at the other person as if looking at a corpse.

"Miss, let's go!" At this time, the old woman, whose face was originally calm, suddenly gave Ning Ping a fierce look in her eyes.

These words also fell on the ears of the man in white, and his whole body was seen shaking slightly.

It seemed that he didn't expect that the woman in white would dare to say such words to him. A blush suddenly appeared on her face, but she didn't say anything.

With his teeth about to crack, he glared hard at Ning Ping and the woman in white, and turned away silently under the protection of his servants.

Ning Ping was puzzled when he saw this. Why did this crazy woman always want to kill him? As for the white-clothed man's gaze, he naturally ignored it.

"Everyone, please..." Qiu Ziming from the Affairs Hall hurried forward to greet them. They laughed and went to the top of the peak together.

"Hey, are you okay?" At this time, Gu Yun also walked to Ning Ping's side and asked with concern.

"Yeah~ It's okay." As he spoke, a bloody smell came up again. It was suppressed by Ning Ping's strong suppression that it did not come out of his mouth.

Not far away, Gu Xiangwen and Shi Hetong also looked over with inquiring eyes and nodded slightly.

Ning Ping also nodded in response. For the two of them, he had no opinion in his heart. He and them were just a transaction.

It's not worth taking risks for a mere foundation-building cultivator like him. Ning Ping's actions just now were rare. Of course, he also knew that these were all for the sake of Gu Yun beside him.

At this time, the effect of the Wrath Spirit Pill suddenly disappeared, and his legs suddenly softened, and he felt extremely weak and dizzy.

Fortunately, Gu Yun, who was next to him, grabbed him and didn't fall directly to the ground.

Ning Ping's cold eyes swept through the people in front of him one by one, and his heart was surging from time to time.

This is the right of the strong, the right to kill the weak at will. There is no need for any reason at all, just based on the thoughts in the heart.

The instant destruction of the mountain village; Yang Qizhen's wanton killing of his fellow disciples; the pursuit of the Yun family; Tu Xinjun, Fan Gaocai, and other descendants of the strong, all illustrate this point.

And the man in white who wanted to kill him just now was even more like this, treating him like grass.

Judging from the courtesy of Taixuan Sect to him, there is no doubt that his identity is of great origin.

Even, he was saved by the woman in white who threatened to kill him, and his heart was extremely depressed.

This is strength, wait! One day when the people you treat like grass will also treat you like ants.