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If the previous guesses were all their imagination.
Then, the wave of the Soul Refining Flag just now, that evil ghost that was cruel to him.
It was the evidence that confirmed their guesses.
Although Wu Ping was just standing there.
However, it was as if there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood behind him.
A Devil Cultivator with such a magic tool, how could you say that this cultivator didn't kill many people?
Are you blind?
And look at how calm he was.
Was this what it was like without confidence?
However, Wu Ping was not calm. He only liked to launch surprise attacks and kill in one blow. He definitely did not cause any trouble.
As for shouting out his own moves…
Wu Ping would never do such a thing.
He had secretly touched it and smashed it.
This was what he liked to do.
Zou Qiwen's death was destined to doom the Zhang Clan.
With Han Guang's help, Zhang Renjie's body was completely destroyed in just a few moves.
The battle was quickly resolved.
Wu Ping landed.
Han Guang walked over quickly without even wiping the blood off his face.
"Senior Martial Brother Wu, this is your spoils of war."
Wu Ping looked at his storage bag.
He didn't know how to reach out.
Although he was thick-skinned.
But Zou Qiwen was killed by Han Guang.
"That's not very good, right?"
"There's nothing bad about it. If Senior Martial Brother Wu hadn't scared Zou Qiwen out of his wits and allowed him to break through to the seventh level of Spirit Guidance tonight, we might have been in trouble.”
Although Wu Ping would definitely enter the sect later than the three of them.
However, the experts of the Blood Rain Sect were respected.
Whoever had the bigger fist was the senior.
Therefore, Han Guang called him Senior Brother very smoothly.
Only then did Wu Ping react.
So Zou Qiwen was scared by me?
What the f * ck was this?
He had thought of thousands of possibilities, but he had never thought that someone would be so scared that he would pee his pants.
From Wu Ping's facial expression, the three of them could roughly guess what he was thinking. They felt that Wu Ping was looking down on Zou Qiwen and was actually so scared.
Fear without fighting.
However, don't you think about how scary your lineup is!
How could a normal person not be frightened?
No one wanted to die.
Due to the difference in understanding between the two sides.
This also led to the deviation of his thoughts.
Anyway, in Wu Ping's opinion, he had never killed anyone before. He really had never killed anyone in this world.
Although he was prepared.
But he hadn't made a move yet.
He even felt that he was a little incompetent as a Fiendish Cultivator.
A demonic cultivator who did not kill and rob could still scare people.
Where do you think this is going to go?
In the end, Wu Ping still accepted Zou Qiwen's storage bag.
Fragrant!
It was a size bigger than the one he snatched from Wu Feng.
It was about one cubic meter.
There were also three spirit stones and a pile of medicine and banknotes.
Wu Ping was overjoyed.
"As expected, killing and arson are all gold belts, and repairing bridges and paving roads are all without corpses.”
This was Wu Ping's exclamation, but in the ears of the others, it was a mockery of Zou Qiwen and the Clear Wind Sect.
Wu Shuang Qing and the other two, who had heard Wu Ping recite the poem, did not have much of a reaction. They only felt that his words were full of truth.
However, Deng Shuangjiang had never heard of it before. He smiled and added,"Good poem, good poem. The truth is in it. Didn't the Zhang family who built the bridge and paved the road leave behind the wealth of murder and arson for my Deng family?”
"You can't say that." Wu Ping shook his head.”
Of course, his words did not mean what Deng Shuangjiang meant.
Deng Shuangjiang chuckled." Thank you for your teachings, Venerable One. I understand, I understand."”
How could he say such things?
If he said it clearly, who would do the work of repairing the bridge and paving the road?
Wu Ping,"I really didn't mean that."
Wu Ping didn't know what Deng Shuangjiang understood.
But it was no longer important.
He took out the Clear Wind Sect's cultivation technique from his storage bag and threw it to the three of them.
"These are for you. I can't keep all the good stuff for myself.”
Looking at Wu Ping's big belly, Wu Shuang Qing could not believe it."Senior Martial Brother Wu, don't you want this?"
"No, no."
Wu Ping waved his hand. He wasn't a genius. Although he had been strengthened by the zombie nucleus, he wasn't an outstanding genius either. He was just more talented than many people.
Could it be that the sixth and seventh place in a class of fifty people could be called geniuses?
Of course not.
Moreover, this orthodox cultivation technique was too slow.
It wasn't suitable for him, and he couldn't maximize the profits from the apocalyptic world.
It was useless to keep it.
But Han Guang and the others didn't think so.
Their talent was not bad, and the demonic cultivation techniques they chose were not particularly harmful to themselves.
Therefore, this orthodox cultivation technique was of course useful to them.
Han Guang and Du Yucui immediately admired Wu Ping.
As for Wushuang Qing…
She was even more afraid of Wu Ping. Although she had thought that Wu Ping's talent might not be good, his temperament and attitude clearly showed that he looked down on the Qingfeng Sect's cultivation technique.
This kind of person was destined to become the enemy of the Clear Wind Sect.
"Oh right, Deng Shuangjiang, remember to collect all the corpses of the Zhang family. I want to cultivate.”
Wu Ping was still thinking about the progress of the Blood Flame Technique.
With so many corpses, he should be able to increase his progress by quite a bit.
Everyone took half a step back again.
"Should I help you extract the souls of these people?" Deng Shuangjiang asked tentatively.”
"No need."
Wu Ping was a little disgusted. How could these living souls catch up with zombies?
He was neither fierce nor ruthless.
Disdain!
He actually despised it!
Wasn't this living soul nutrients for the Soul Refining Flag?!？
Could it be that Wu Ping had his own selection criteria?
No wonder the evil spirits in his Soul Refining Flag were so ferocious.
Others would use it whenever they had it.
He actually wanted to pick!
How many people did he have to kill?
Han Guang's eyes conveyed this message to Wu Shuang Qing.
Wu Shuang Qing shook her head slightly,"You ask me, I'll ask who. Anyway, there won't be any less."
"Understood, understood. I will immediately arrange for people to collect them for you. When the time comes, we will store them in the Zhang family's courtyard.”
"Yes, yes, go ahead."
Deng Shuangjiang nodded in agreement, then trotted away with his son.
As time passed, more and more corpses piled up in the courtyard.
Gradually, a small mountain was built.
Fresh blood gathered into a small stream. The smell of blood in the entire courtyard was so strong that it made people faint.
Under everyone's gaze.
A fireball flew out and ignited the mountain of corpses.
Under the illumination of the fire, Wu Ping's lips curled into a smile.
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