I really want to be a cook

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At this glance, his mind and soul were shattered, and his vitality was wiped out.

Kill with eyes!

It looks very difficult, but it is really very difficult.

If Jiang Ping hadn't observed and studied the contest between Jiang Wuqing and Jing Hongdun, he really wouldn't have figured out this kind of martial arts skill.

After killing Yang Kun, Jiang Ping finally felt better.

When people are old, they should stay at home to take care of themselves, and don't come out to fight for fame and fortune if they have nothing to do.

After all, not everyone respects the elderly, like him.

Jiang Ping looked at the rest of humanity and said:

"This seat knows that someone said that I got the magic weapon, and said that I will kill you to silence it."

"So you were afraid, so you fought with Tian Zhuwei."

"You are also trapped innocent."

Seeing that Jiang Ping's tone softened, and the crowd's panic immediately diminished, they replied loudly:

"Inspector Jiang clearly observed that it was someone who sowed dissension that made us attack the brothers of Tianzhuwei."

"It's all a mistake...it's all framed by someone!"

"We are all victims."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Ping shook his head and said:

"This seat wants to kill you, why do you need an excuse."

Jiang Ping stretched out his hand, opened his palm, and a golden light gushed out, turning into a strange shield and sticking to his arm.

The side of the shield is a blade, and the tip of the shield is like a spear, which can be used for offense and defense.

Shocking Hongshield!

"As you can see, this seat has indeed obtained a divine weapon!"

"But killing you now is not for silence, but for justice!"

"This seat, as the supervisor of the Righteous Path Alliance, informs you that your attack on the Heavenly Execution Guards under this seat is tantamount to a demon, and the crime cannot be pardoned.

This seat now pronounces on you, death penalty! "

"Since you are here for the divine soldiers, let your blood lead the charge!"

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Jiang Ping was very angry.

So he impulsively took out the magic weapon.

In fact, whether this thing is hidden or not doesn't really affect him much, it's just because of his personality, he likes to hide his cards.

But now so many of his men are dying for it.

If he didn't show his face, he would feel sorry for those who died.

They always die for a reason.

Of course, magic soldiers will attract covetousness.

But only the weak need to hide, and he was already a strong man.

On this point, Jiang Ping has always been sober.

When the others heard Jiang Ping's trial, they were also panicked.

"No! No!"

"Inspector Jiang, please spare me!"

"Escape, everyone escape separately! He can't kill all of us!"

"Jiang Ping, if you dare to kill me, my grandfather will not let you go!"

"My father is Zhang Erhe, my father is Zhang Erhe!"

……

Under the pressure of life and death, everyone showed different personalities.

Jiang Ping was indifferent, and directly threw out the Jinghong Shield.

There is a soldier soul in Jinghong Shield, even though the Xuanwu turtle was beaten badly by Jiang Wuqing, but this does not mean that it is not strong, but Jiang Wuqing is too strong.

Even if it is as weak as Jiang Ping now, it is still more than enough to deal with a group of warriors who are not at the level of a great master.

I saw Jing Hongdun transforming into a giant basalt with a size of tens of meters, shaking its head and thinking, it was irresistible.

There was a bit of excitement in Xuanwu Binghun's eyes.

After being beaten up by Jiang Wuqing, it once suspected that this world of martial arts had become terrifying, and it was no longer the world it was familiar with before.

But now the facts have proved that it is worthy of the name of the magic weapon.

It, Jinghongshield, super strong!

Bang!

With Qiu Daoyu's Dao Qi Domain as a prison, the others have no way out and can only let Jing Hongdun wreak havoc.

Just now.

"Ha ha!!!"

There was a shout of excitement from outside the sky.

An old man in a blue robe and exuding a cold aura stepped out of the air.

When he saw the Xuanwu soldier soul, his eyes lit up even more.

"Okay, the rumors are true, there are magic soldiers here."

"Lucky for this old man!"

"The destiny is mine, the destiny is mine!"

The Lord of the Six Prisons, the Supreme Elder of the Evil Prison Sect of the Demon Dao Sect.

This time he came here to visit his grandson.

He got information that his grandson turned into a loose man in Jianghu, looking for the magic weapon here.

Regarding this, the Demon Lord of the Six Prisons sneered directly.

If the divine soldiers were so easy to appear in the world, their great masters would have been able to have a hand.

But the grandson was still to be found.

This is the only seedling of their Xu family, a single heir for three generations, and the old Xu family counts on this grandson to stay behind.

Normally, the Marquis of the Six Prisons is doting on his grandson.

But this grandson is also a filial person.

The Demon Lord of the Six Prisons heard that his grandson was looking for a magic weapon just to celebrate his hundred-year birthday.

Although he knew that his grandson was doing useless work, the Demon Lord of Six Prisons was still very happy.

Because he didn't just talk about it, he really came out and acted.

As a result, he was alerted that his grandson was in danger.

Although the source of the information is unknown, and there is suspicion of diverting the tiger away from the mountain, the Demon Lord of the Six Prisons still came.

Then just after arriving, he saw the divine soldiers raging in the crowd.

At this moment, the Demon Lord of the Six Hells had a feeling of being appointed by the heavens.

Could it be that his destiny will not come until he is a hundred years old, and there is still a possibility for him to go further in this life?

It turns out.

No matter how old you are, everyone has a dreaming heart.

Here, Qiu Daoyu saw a strange grand master rushing towards him, and he didn't care about maintaining the domain of saber energy, so he raised his saber and greeted him.

"Stop here!"

"You want to stop me?"

The Lord of the Six Prisons frowned, looked at the true form of martial arts behind Qiu Daoyu, but shook his head and laughed:

"It's just a newly promoted grand master, dare to stop me?"

"Get out of the way, I will spare you the crime of offense."

Qiu Daoyu didn't even lift his eyelids, and the Hei Ming knife slanted down, stopping in front of the devil of the six prisons, repeating:

"This road doesn't work!"

"Ha ha……"

A six-story pagoda surrounded by white flames was revealed behind the Demon Lord of the Six Prisons, and his aura was obviously superior to that of Qiu Daoyu.

"It seems that I have been out of the world for a long time, and the world has forgotten my reputation back then."

"Again, get out of the way!"

Qiu Daoyu didn't talk nonsense, and went straight up with the knife.

"Descent!"

The temperature in the sky plummeted, flakes of snowflakes fell, and with Qiu Daoyu's knife, the killing intent fell vividly.

"Good come!"

The Demon Lord of the Sixth Prison snorted coldly, his robe burst into anger, and his palm dropped.

The burning pagoda behind him swelled suddenly, as if a real tall pagoda had been pushed down by the palm of the six-prison devil.

"Triple Prison!"

boom!

The two energies collided together, blasting out circle after circle of air ripples.

At the same time, all the snowflakes transformed by Qiu Daoyu's martial arts true meaning were melted by the white flames around the tower, and his knife was also suppressed by the tower.

As soon as you make a move, you will be judged.

The Demon Lord of the Six Prisons has the upper hand.

Qiu Daoyu was calm on the surface, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Last night, I spent too much in the underground tomb with my son. Even if Xiao Huandan from Liuli Temple supplemented it, he is still not in his prime now.

And the Great Grandmaster on the opposite side obviously has a higher level of martial arts than him.

so what?

Behind him is his son, and he can't retreat.

He knew that the young master's condition was worse than his own at the moment, and the young master had told him this long ago.

This grand master clearly took a fancy to the divine weapon in the young master's hands.

If he retreated, wouldn't he expose the young master to danger.

He also didn't blame the young master for revealing the magic weapon, because the grand master in front of him came by such a coincidence.

It's like pinching, and it will come on time.

He came a little earlier, the young master didn't bring out the magic weapon, maybe he could bluff him and scare him away.

This is what the young master said he was good at.

If he came a little later, the people here would also be cleaned up, and it would be useless to come.

But unfortunately, he is so clever.

Overthinking is useless.