The Path to Becoming Immortal

After hearing all this, Ning Ping finally understood where this inexplicable hostility came from, and he couldn't help but laugh and cry.

As for this kind of unprovoked disaster, Ning Ping had no other way. It was going to rain, so he would just fight against it.

Just after another round of competitions ended.

"I challenge Shi Yi of Hidden Sword Peak!"

Suddenly Ning Ping heard his name again, and couldn't help but look closely.

Sure enough, without any surprise, the second challenger to Ning Ping was from Fenqin Sword Peak, and the person next to the speaker was looking at him coldly, that was Shen Hongyi.

"If you repeat the challenge, you can choose to refuse!" At this time, Elder Shen on the viewing platform reminded him.

Ning Ping nodded slightly to express his gratitude, but he directly stepped onto the stage, without any intention of avoiding the fight.

"Go ahead! You won't stand a chance if I do."

As soon as he arrived at the ring, Ning Ping said coldly and arrogantly. Anyway, he was the center of attention at the moment, so he might as well be arrogant, so that others would not think that he was really easy to bully.

"Arrogant!" The other party opened his eyes immediately, anger appeared on his face, and he directly took out a sword in his hand and slashed at Ning Ping.

The whole area around Ning Ping was like falling into a furnace, and countless fiery red small swords also rushed towards Ning Ping.

Ning Ping's eyes lit up slightly.

I saw that the swords that rushed in were constantly surging, and the fluctuations were the breath of fire spirit.

This fire spirit was integrated into the sword intent, and it was so powerful.

But now I don't want to study anything, just put my fingers together to form a sword, and swept it around me fiercely.

Suddenly, the Yuanli in my body swarmed out, and then the Yuanli condensed into a number of cold small swords, with myself as the center, to meet the flying swords that surged around.

These seemingly cold flying swords were not of water attribute, but were consistent with the ice flames perceived in the Ice Flame Secret Realm.

When touched by his sword energy, the flying swords that surged over all collapsed one by one and turned into flames all over the sky.

Then the flames all over the sky were attracted by Ning Ping's own ice swords and rolled back to the other party.

"Boom..." He flew backwards without any resistance.

"Ah..."

The man was still in mid-air, his whole body was wrapped in flames, and he let out a scream.

When the man fell to the ground and the flames dissipated, he found that his clothes had been completely burned, leaving only some important parts to barely cover his shame, and he was immediately ashamed.

"So amazing! This newcomer is incredible!"

"He should go to Frost Language Sword Peak!"

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being favored by the ancestor."

While everyone around was talking about it, the elder of Jianfeng on the viewing platform was also extremely surprised.

"Master! With Shi Yi's talent, he should come to my Frost Language Sword Peak. Isn't this a random allocation?"

The one who complained was Zhu Canghan of Frost Language Sword Peak. He said to the master with a tangled face.

"Nonsense, look at his powerful control ability, he should come to my Falling Ying Sword Peak."

Huai You of Falling Ying Sword Peak on the side was instantly dissatisfied.

"Okay, okay, stop talking! Keep watching. It's not your turn to take care of this matter!"

Master Lin Hanxue Muguan was also very excited at this moment. He had the idea of ​​accepting him as a personal disciple, but when he thought about what the ancestor said when he left, his brows frowned again.

At this time, Ning Ping stood in the middle of the ring and a cold voice came out.

"Okay, who wants to challenge me, just come up!"

He challenged everyone directly.

Ning Ping planned that since he was arrogant, he would just be arrogant to the end.

Instead of waiting for others to challenge him, it would be better to take the initiative.

As soon as the words fell, everyone was surprised and focused their eyes on Ning Ping in disbelief.

Even some other cultivators who were about to fight in the arena stopped and watched.

"This guy... is so arrogant!"

"Yes! He actually challenged all of us."

"Come on! Others have such strength. The two brothers who challenged before are also among the best in our Jindan period."

"It seems that the title of the first person below the Jindan period has fallen on this guy."

"..."

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared on the arena.

"I am Longyin Jianfeng..."

"Okay, hurry up! I'm not interested in knowing your name!"

Ning Ping stared at the other party indifferently and interrupted him directly.

The cultivator's face instantly turned pale, feeling that this was simply a humiliation for him.

Then he stopped talking and prepared to see the truth with his hands.

A flying sword instantly appeared in his hand, and with continuous shaking, countless sword energy surged into the air.

Then, the transparent flying swords gathered together and turned into a giant dragon.

Before, his senior brother Chang Tailin was defeated before he even had time to use his attack methods. Now he couldn't follow in his footsteps.

As long as he could defeat the opponent, this would be a great opportunity for him to come forward.

The white giant dragon condensed by the flying sword suddenly opened its eyes, stared coldly at Ning Ping below, and then opened its huge mouth.

"Ah..." A deafening dragon roar instantly resounded in all directions, and a sound wave visible to the naked eye also hit Ning Ping directly.

Ning Ping was also very curious when he saw this strange attack method, and his eyes lit up.

He simply stood still and let the sound waves wrap around his body.

As the attack approached, an omnipresent sword intent instantly raged around his body, trying to penetrate into his body.

Cutting, stabbing, or slicing, this was still outside the body, and the sword intent rushed directly into the body with the dragon roar.

A sharp sword energy also arose in the body, and the omnipresent sound was like countless flying swords, wandering in the body.

With his own cultivation, of course these attacks could not hurt him at all, but he could not act too relaxed at the moment.

"Hmph..." Ning Ping snorted.

Then a chill spread from his body, and all the fluctuations seemed to be frozen, and all the subtle fluctuations solidified.

Since the fluctuations were frozen and solidified, the sound naturally lost the ability to spread, and the dragon roar sword technique collapsed instantly.

Then the extremely cold sword intent rushed directly towards the white dragon that was rushing head-on.

As soon as the two touched, the entire white dragon turned into an ice sculpture, frozen in mid-air.

"Shatter..." Ning Ping uttered a light voice, and with a flick of his sleeves, a stream of Yuanli swung out.

The originally extremely cold ice sword intent suddenly ignited the entire dragon, and between the cold and the heat, the entire dragon exploded in an instant.

"Boom..."

There were even countless sparks mixed in between the countless pieces that exploded.