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Chapter 12 The Eighteen Forms of Beasts and Birds (Part [-])
Qin Xing shook his head.

Yang Ping was in a hurry, could each person only get one?
Qin Xing said: "There is no need for an assessment. I believe that a genius like Brother Yang doesn't bother to lie."

"I will submit to the General Pavilion to apply for two tokens for Brother Yang. Our Zhenbao Pavilion also has an inn in Tianhe Mansion. I will send someone to prepare a room for Brother Yang. Brother Yang only needs to wait for a few days. .”

Yang Ping was relieved after listening.

It's good if you can do it, otherwise you will have to spend a lot of emotional coins to buy refining materials.

This trip to the Treasure Pavilion was worth it!

It's just a blast.

After bidding farewell to Qin Xing, Yang Ping left the Zhenbao Pavilion accompanied by Guanshi Liu and the little maid.

She cruelly declined the little maid's request to personally take him back to the inn and help him tidy his bed.

Yang Ping walked out of the Zhenbao Pavilion, and took his little demon horse away from the sad-looking horse feeder.

Seeing the satisfied look on the little demon horse's face, it seems that the guy is quite honest, and he has fed this big eater to his full.

……

Treasure Inn.

Outside a luxurious palace building, Yang Ping led the little demon horse and looked up at the golden lacquer plaque on the gate of the palace.

"Looks like I'm on the right track."

Yang Ping led the little demon horse towards the gate of the palace.

When approaching the gate, a young man dressed as a clerk stopped Yang Ping.

"Didn't your master tell you that grooms are not allowed to enter here, so go to the nearby stable."

The guy said proudly.

Yang Ping looked at the contemptuous guy, and asked with a smile: "How do you know I'm a groom, not a tenant here?"

The man sneered, and said proudly: "In our business, the most important thing is eyesight. Although your horse is good, but the clothes are ordinary, the most important thing is that you look like you have never seen the world. Come out with the master for the first time."

Yang Ping continued to smile and said: "Didn't your master tell you what it means to be ugly? However, I like your dog-eyed look of inferiority. Keep it up."

Yang Ping took out from his arms a sign that Qin Xing gave him before leaving.

When the guy saw the sign, he immediately knelt down in fright. This sign was the manager's waist card. For such a big man, throwing him into the river to feed the fish was as easy as going to the Yiqing Courtyard to find a well.

"The little one has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai, so he offended the adults, and hoped that the adults would spare the little one."

After finishing speaking, the man kowtowed in panic.

Yang Ping picked up the shivering buddy with his hand, and said, "What are you doing? I don't blame you. Your dog-eyed look is cute. Go and show me another one."

"This" guy hesitated.

Why is this adult's hobby so weird?
Yang Ping showed a gentle smile, took out a piece of silver and said, "Don't be afraid, you will be rewarded for your performance."

Seeing the silver ingot in Yang Ping's hand, the clerk swallowed greedily, and glanced again at Yang Ping, who was looking at him encouragingly.

Turning his head with firm eyes, he began to look for his hero.

When the buddy was looking for candidates, Yang Ping silently wrote on the editor: Let the buddy pick a hard stubble.

After pressing OK, the editor prompts that only 1 emotion coin is needed.

It seems that he is destined to have such a catastrophe.

Anyway, being idle is idle, Yang Ping leaned against the little demon horse, waiting for a good show.

Not long after, I saw the guy stop another young man in ordinary clothes who was looking around.

"Stop, you are the poor man who can come to this place, get out of here quickly, or I will beat you up!"

After speaking, the buddy raised his hand as a gesture to hit.

In order to get that ingot of silver, the guy performed very hard.

The civilian youth asked with a smile: "How do you know that I am a poor ghost, not a guest official who came to stay at the hotel?"

Dude: "."

This expression, this tone, how come there is a feeling of deja vu
Then, the clerk saw the young man in civilian clothes take out a golden ingot from his pocket, then holding the golden ingot in his hand, he punched himself in the face.

"what!"

The buddy screamed in pain and was knocked to the ground.

The young man took two steps forward, and made a combo of moves against the buddy on the ground.

"Let your eyes look down on people, let you call me a poor ghost" the young man scolded while beating.

The crowd passing by, at most, only showed a mocking smile when they saw it. It's just a guy, even if he is beaten to death, it's nothing.

After the young man stopped, the staff of Zhenbao Pavilion stepped forward and respectfully invited the young man in.

And the buddy on the ground also got up by himself at this time, and looked at Yang Ping who was watching the show not far away with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Yang Ping noticed that the previous young man was very measured in his actions. The buddy just suffered a little flesh injury, just apply some ointment, which can be regarded as a long-term memory for him.

Hitting someone by yourself is tiring and out of style, so find a replacement for free and watch the fun by yourself.

Yang Ping shook his head, expressing his dissatisfaction with the clerk's performance, put away the silver ingot in his hand, and led the little demon horse to the inn. Qin Xing arranged for him a single courtyard with two entrances, and the little demon horse also had Dedicated VIP stables.

Holding the waist card given by Qin Xing, Yang Ping came to his residence accompanied by the owner of the inn.

The elegant courtyard with two entrances is very similar to the quadrangle courtyard in the previous life.

There are flowers and plants in the yard, and there is a tall old locust tree. The little demon horse is arranged in the VIP stable in the outer courtyard. Later, a special servant will come to raise it and give the little demon horse a full-body spa.
After entering the inner courtyard, Yang Ping asked all the servants in the courtyard to go out.

"Try the effect of this top-grade forging pill."

Bapin's strength is too weak outside, although the editor can give him a lot of means, but his own strength is fundamental.

Yang Ping took out a fitness pill that was just refined today from the mustard bag, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, but there was no smell.

Throw it into your mouth and chew it.

It's sweet, with a hint of roasted sweet potatoes.

After the Forging Pill was swallowed, waves of fiery energy burst out from Yang Ping's abdomen. The scorching energy, like hot magma, rushed to Yang Ping's whole body along the meridians, and Yang Ping felt that his whole body seemed to swell After a circle, even the flagpole below was immediately raised.

"This editor can't make the wrong medicine."

Feeling the dryness and heat all over his body, Yang Ping said to himself with a flushed face.

It is true that this reaction is much stronger than that of ordinary forging pills.

"Punch a few times and digest it."

With an artifact like an editor, Yang Ping naturally ruthlessly abandoned the ordinary body training he had practiced before.

Yang Ping obtains the cultivation methods and so on from the editor. If he is practicing by himself, it is free. Only when he teaches them does he need to pay for emotional coins.

Therefore, Yang Ping procured a set of top-level body forging techniques from the editor for free.

Eighteen styles of beasts and birds!
(End of this chapter)