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Anyway, he was a demonic cultivator. If he cared so much, why would he still cultivate the demonic path?
Wu Ping got up and walked out of the house after he understood.
Every time he breathed in the fresh air of the mountain, Wu Ping could not help but sigh at its freshness.
It was much better than an apocalyptic world.
He stretched his body and moved his muscles.
After turning his head to look in a direction, Wu Ping walked in the direction he had determined.
He woke up very early.
Hence, he wasn't afraid that Wu Feng wouldn't be around.
Wu Ping had walked the road many times.
Every time, he came to ask for money.
But he didn't give it to her.
Moreover, he even said that if it really didn't work out, he would beat him up.
But this time, Wu Ping might have to fulfill his request.
Regardless of whether he gave it or not.
Wu Feng was definitely going to take this beating.
Compared to Wu Ping's small wooden house, Wu Feng's wooden house was slightly bigger.
There was even a courtyard.
It had to be said that there were still some benefits to being a genius's lackey.
Bang!
The wooden fence in front of him was instantly shattered by Wu Ping's foot.
In the wooden house, Wu Feng was still sleeping when he suddenly heard a loud bang.
He quickly got up and put on his clothes.
As he opened the door, he cursed,"Which grandson was disturbing your father's sleep outside? Do you want to die? Today, your father will definitely make your mother die.”
Who knew that the door would open.
He saw Wu Ping, who was already approaching.
There was also the damaged courtyard wall behind Wu Ping.
"Wu Ping, what are you doing?!" Wu Feng frowned.!？”
"What are you doing? Return the money, your father lent you twenty taels of silver last month, and ten taels on the day I left the Wu clan. I've also lent you dozens of taels of silver over the years. Today, your father is here to collect the money. One spirit stone, pay up!”
He was surprised that Wu Ping was so unyielding today.
However, when he heard that it was a spirit stone, Wu Feng immediately jumped up and down. He stretched out a finger and said exaggeratedly,"One spirit stone, one spirit stone, how dare you!!!”
"A low-grade spirit stone is worth at least a thousand taels of silver. I only lent you less than a hundred taels of silver, and you actually dare to ask me for a spirit stone!!!”
"Don't you need interest to borrow money?"
Wu Ping replied casually.
"But the interest isn't that high.”
Eh, no!
Why did he bargain with him?
Wu Feng suddenly reacted.
He had never intended to return the favor.
He must have been sleeping soundly.
That damned Wu Ping disturbed my good dreams and even wanted to covet my silver taels and spirit stones. What a shameless method.
"This is how I calculate my interest. Cut the crap. I'm just asking you one question.”
Wu Feng placed his hands on his hips." Motherf * cker, why don't you go and ask around? Who dares to be rude to me, Wu Feng? Today, I'll give you money and life. If you still don't leave, don't blame me for being merciless. When we fight, don't cry bitterly."”
They had bullied Wu Ping since he was young.
He did not believe that Wu Ping would rebel today.
"Good, good, good, good. You're right, right?”
Wu Ping smiled and directly pinched it.
His movements were so fast that Wu Feng couldn't dodge in time.
Wu Ping grabbed him by the neck and threw him to the ground.
Bang!
The wooden planks on the floor of the small house were smashed.
Since he had already said so, Wu Ping naturally could not be bothered to talk nonsense with him.
Wu Feng was seeing stars as blood flowed out from his mouth and nose. Even his forehead had a long gash.
"Good, good, good, Wu ~ Wu Ping, you actually dared to sneak attack me.”
Just as he was about to struggle to get up.
Wu Ping threw another punch.
Only to hear a dull thud, it directly smashed onto Wu Feng's head.
She was beaten to the ground again.
His eyes were a little white.
Of course, this was not the end.
The original body had been bullied all these years, and even Wu Ping would feel a stomach full of will-o'-the-wisps whenever he thought about it.
Of course, he would not let Wu Feng off.
He directly kicked it, making four cracking sounds.
Wu Feng's arms and legs were directly broken by him.
The intense pain woke Wu Feng up instantly.
" Ah!!!!"
"Wu Ping! You will regret it. You humiliated me today, and I will definitely take revenge in the future!!!”
"I'm now living under Young Master Wu Kongsheng's knee. Just wait!!!!”
Still talking tough?
He was certain that Wu Ping wouldn't dare to kill him.
However, Wu Ping did not dare to kill him in the sect.
He lifted Wu Feng up and tore off the storage pouch at his waist.
"This is a good thing. It can barely offset the money you owe me. In the future, the two of us will settle our accounts.”
Wu Feng finally understood.
Wu Ping had come prepared today!!!
He had long been eyeing his storage bag.
That was why he said one spirit stone.
He finally understood.
However, before he could curse, Wu Ping interrupted him and said,"Although the money has been cleared, your mother and servant are dogs. How dare you scold me? I'll teach you a lesson today!!!”
Wu Feng was thrown into the air, lost his balance, and fell back down.
"Ahhh!"
Wu Ping raised his leg and sent Wu Feng flying. He spat out a mouthful of blood in the air. At first glance, he looked like he was going against the King of Kings.
He landed on the ground with a bang.
He was unconscious.
"Bah, trash. You're still talking to me about classical Chinese.”
He saw a reward.
The storage bag was indeed about half a cubic meter in size. There were also some bottles and jars inside, but they were all things like golden wound medicine.
It was nothing.
However, there was actually half a spirit stone slags that hadn't been used up.
This was a pleasant surprise.
There was also some money, but it wasn't much. It was about a few hundred taels.
But this was enough.
Didn't he make a profit?
Laughing loudly, Wu Ping left.
As for the unconscious Wu Feng?
Who cares?
There were so many people watching the show just now, and Wu Feng was Wu Kongsheng's lackey.
Naturally, someone had saved him.
Hanging the storage bag on his waist, Wu Ping fiddled with it.
"This is free and smells good. It really matches my clothes.”
As he spoke, he placed the Soul Refining Flag and the secret manual of the Soul Devouring Technique Blood Flame Technique into it before leaving happily.
As expected, it was still the devil cultivator.
Although it was easy to lose one's life, there were no rules and regulations.
If they didn't have the money to rob, it would be over.
As long as he had the strength.
If he was in a righteous sect, he would probably be punished severely.
Walking on the road to the Mission Hall, Wu Ping felt that the wind had become noisy.
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