I really want to be a cook

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Is this still the son of my family who is afraid of battle, only fights big, and then runs away with ease?

The green-robed old monster at the side nodded secretly, looking as expected.

Master Jiang hides it deeply, and he noticed it last time.

This time his life was at stake, after all, he showed his feet.

As the saying goes, dragons do not live with snakes, Master Jiang deserves to be a man recognized by the Son of Seven Nights, he really is a real dragon.

Tie Ao was even more shocked than them, his fists under his sleeves were tightly clenched, and his heart was even more turbulent.

"Mythical breath?! Where does this kid come from? Or what has he experienced outside this year?"

Tie Ao, who has always been confident in controlling the audience, but only overturned on his daughter, suddenly felt that the boy in front of him became mysterious.

It seemed that those ministers before and the information he investigated were all just his disguise, and now he is the real him.

Ruthless, indifferent, majestic, and powerful!

The thirteen blood puppet guards were killed with one sword, and there was no slight fluctuation on the river level.

"Come."

His indifferent eyes looked at the dazed Yi Congliang on the outer wall, and Jianfeng pointed directly:

"Slash you with one sword!"

On the rockery, white robes are fluttering, and the long sword is like a dream, he is like a sword god.

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Gollum!

Hearing Jiang Ping's invitation to fight, Yi Congliang swallowed quietly.

The script is wrong!

Why do you feel that his aura is so dangerous, even if you are threatened by it?

Yes, it must be because of my own injuries.

No, today's condition is not good, it is not suitable for fighting, and we should wait until the injury is healed before we care about it.

It is easy to retreat from conscience.

But in the face of a grandmaster, he, the dignified Master Yi, just withdrew

If it gets out in the future, his face will be lost!

Let's go through a few tricks first.

Well, that's right, that's it, wait a moment and use all your strength to suppress his momentum first.

Then he pretended to give Tie Ao some face, it wouldn't be too shameful to retreat at this time.

After all, what he was afraid of was not a Grandmaster, but the Condor Tie Ao.

There are so many people who lose to Tie Ao, who is he?

That's it!

Perfect plan.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Congliang thought up a script again.

So he sneered at Jiang Ping, his bloody robe slammed, and his white hair danced wildly like a silver snake, like a final big devil coming on stage.

"Boy, since you want to seek death, then I will help you!"

His figure suddenly disappeared.

Let's talk, let's talk, let's talk, the Grand Master's card is still there.

Jiang Ping was not in a hurry, a lotus-like star appeared between his eyebrows, and there were four lotus petals in total, lighting up one by one.

Talent star.

Light up!

The aura on his body skyrocketed again, and under the superposition of two or two, the powerful force even made him almost unable to bear it, and a tinge of pain appeared on his face.

Then his body was once again covered with a layer of golden light.

The golden body of Arhat in the perfect realm.

The effect of super toughness made him finally adapt to this power.

All this is very long to say, but in fact it is also in the blink of an eye. When the golden light shines on his body, the long sword in his hand also stabs into the void at the same time.

Lanke's old dream!

Longevity Sword Intent!

Dreamy sword, soul-stirring, killing invisible.

I saw a white light flashing on the tip of the sword, the sword energy pierced the sky, and met a blood line that appeared in the void at an unknown time.

The bloodline swelled against the wind, and turned into a huge knife gang inch by inch, slashing in the air.

The blood-melting sword!

Yi Congliang's figure flashed out from the void, holding a scimitar with an astonishing curvature and a blood-red blade, from which the knife was issued just now.

The name of this scimitar is the Blood Transforming Divine Knife, and it is a famous weapon among swords. It was discovered by him at the same time as the Blood Transforming Divine Art, so it can be said to have the same origin.

The power of the blood-transforming knife gang cut out by this knife increased by [-]%.

It's a pity that the sword intent of his blood-transforming sword was blocked by Tie Ao's fist, and he couldn't show it. Otherwise, relying on the great master's ability to transform the emptiness into solidity, this blood-transforming sword would never be more powerful than this.

The power of the 40-meter broadsword is no joke.

However, Yi Congliang was confident that even if Jiang Ping somehow counted the appearance of this saber, its power would not be something a grand master could resist.

In this world, there are indeed evildoers who use the guru's body to rebel against the great masters of martial arts. Could it be that he is so lucky that he can't run into it casually?

But the next moment, he realized that he was wrong.

And it was wildly wrong.

I saw that seemingly white sword energy meeting his blood-melting sword, just like the sun meeting ice and snow, like a nemesis.

His knife gang was shattered, and the sword energy also penetrated his body.

puff!

Yi Congliang stared blankly at a small transparent hole in his chest, blood was gushing out, his face full of disbelief.

How could this be? !

I am the great master!

How could the sword just now be so strong? !

And what is going on with this sword intent?

Don't move casually, hey!

Wait!

Don't go in!

Yi Congliang tried his best to resist the interception, but he could only watch as the slippery and indestructible sword intent penetrated into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Then I saw a turquoise feather suddenly appearing on the crown of a golden steed eagle.

Under its pair of eagle claws, it firmly grasped a bloody scimitar, preventing it from moving.

Originally, the body of the golden eagle was already somewhat illusory, and the blood flames on the scimitar had been burning the eagle's body, making the eagle's claws less and less able to suppress it.

Then that green sword intent came.

The Golden Eagle, who was still half-dead before, suddenly felt as if he had taken Shiquan Dabu pills, and the pressure on the machete suddenly increased.

At the same time, half of the blood flames that made it howl just now were absorbed by the green feathers on its crown, and then transformed into a green ray of light entering the eagle's body, making its body solidify a lot at once. .

Although the power restored to the golden eagle can't keep up with the power it depleted, compared to just now, it's not the same.

If the blood blade scimitar was able to get out of the suppression in about ten days or eight days, now, without the time of October and August, it would be difficult to escape.

The Sword Intent of Longevity contains death in life!

Yi Congliang let out a bleak howl, and at the same time looked at Jiang Ping with horror in his eyes.

What the hell kind of monster is this? !

run!

A thought suddenly rose in his mind.

Anyway, I have already done the right move, and running now is not considered fleeing without a fight.

So Yi Congliang yelled:

"What a Condor Tieao, he really lives up to his reputation, I will give you one today"

It can be seen that Jiang Ping raised his long sword again, and his momentum rose again without any money.

His complexion suddenly changed, and he turned into a blood-colored knife shadow in a blink of an eye, and disappeared hundreds of meters away in the blink of an eye.

Essence and blood burn, and the body turns into a blood blade, which is a hundred miles away in an instant!

This was originally a life-fighting method in the blood-transforming magic knife, but it was used by Yi Congliang as a life-saving magic skill.

"For face, spare his life."

The last lines came from far away, even so, Yi Congliang burned [-]% of his blood.

But I have already lost so much, and I don't care about losing a little more.

In short, don't lose face!

on the attic.

Tie Ao looked at Yi Congliang who was fleeing for his life, and fell silent for a while.

Why didn't I realize that this guy was so naive before.

What time is it, and he still wants to save face, who gave him the bad habit?

"Old Qiu!"

I saw that a certain young man who had beaten the great master just now was drenched in sweat, and he almost couldn't even stand still.

If Master Yi didn't turn his head and run, but slashed at some bluffing guy, there would definitely be a big surprise.

It's a pity no.

The boy shouted out of breath, "Hurry up and catch up!"

Then the body fell down.

Qiu Daoyu woke up like a dream.

He wanted a whetstone, and what better opponent than a badly wounded grandmaster.

"Wait a moment."

Qiu Daoyu was about to catch up, but Tie Ao suddenly stopped him, and then handed him a golden whistle.

"Blow it, and the golden baby will lead you to find him."

Qiu Daoyu didn't refuse, took the whistle, said thank you, and his aura gradually rose.

This battle must be successful!

Tie Guanyin half-kneeled on the ground, hugging the weak Jiang Ping, feeling very distressed:

"How are you? Are you okay?"

Jiang Ping rested his pillow on Tie Guanyin's lap, first rubbed it comfortably, then grinned at her, his eyes were full of bright light:

"Let's talk about this later, just ask you, do you see my dick?"

After speaking, he tilted his head and passed out completely.