Cultivation – Stand above the Heaven

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"That's right! In front of our monks, you martial artists of the realm, only bow your knees and beg for mercy!" Looking at Xu Wenchuan kneeling on the ground on one knee, Ping Feipeng's face was full of pride Grinning.

"CAO your uncle!" This is the first time Xu Wenchuan has been subjected to such insults in his life. As soon as Ping Feipeng's words fell, he was masked by the sky-long anger.

Clenched his teeth and issued a scolding, Xu Wenchuan seemed to be carrying a heavy load, shaking all over, struggling to stand up. The sweat beads that had been densely packed at this time were converged into a stream, and they continued to flow down the cheeks.

"Hey ... you still have to kneel honestly!"

After exhausting the strength of nine cows and two tigers, Xu Wenchuan finally lifted his knee off the ground. Although it was only a few inches, Xu Wenchuan was no longer kneeling after all. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Ping Feipeng suddenly sneered, and at the same time his palm was slightly pressed, the Moro had something to learn, and in an instant, the pressure on Xu Wenchuan was suddenly increased. More than 30%.

Boom!

Xu Wenchuan just lifted his knee off the ground and immediately pressed it heavily to the ground. At the same time, there was a blood arrow, blasting out from his mouth.

"This seat didn't let you get up, did you get up?"

"You!" Xu Wenchuan held his head high and glared at Ping Fei Peng. For the first time in his life, he hated a person so much. I really want to be able to eat its flesh and sleep on its skin!

"Xu Wenchuan, I'm here to help you!" Leng Shuangrong on the side can no longer see it. With a low growl, he reached out with one palm and wanted to share some of the pressure Xu Wenchuan suffered.

Ping Feipeng said with a sneer, "Leng Shuangrong, you are all mud bodhisattvas crossing the river, you can't protect yourself, and you have to share with others?"

Leng Shuangrong snorted, did not speak, and kept urging the true Qi in his body, transferring the pressure that Xu Wenchuan suffered to himself. Xu Wenchuan relaxed a lot, and looked at Leng Shuangrong gratefully. Even if it is all dead, standing and kneeling, it is not the same, Xu Wenchuan attaches great importance to this!

"What's the point! Both of you kneel down for me!"

Seeing that Xu Wenchuan stood up with the help of Leng Shuangrong, Ping Fei was furious. There was a roar in his mouth, and the Moro, like a small mountain, suddenly took a small step forward. Although it is only a small step, it is not eye-catching, and the changes that can be caused can be described as "overturned".

The pieces of silver light suddenly burst out, and the qi filled, and the pressure on Leng Shuangrong and Xu Wenchuan suddenly doubled. The body of the two people shook and shook at almost the same distance, especially one pair of legs, as if they were under the force of a great force, and they became more and more curved.

"Old miscellaneous pieces, want us to kneel in front of you and dream!" Xu Wenchuan clenched his teeth tightly, and a trace of blood oozed out of his teeth.

At this time, Leng Shuangrong is no better than Xu Wenchuan! Under the absolute power of Ping Feipeng, although Leng Shuangrong's cultivation practice is higher than that of Xu Wenchuan, it can still be ignored.

"Dream !? You mortal ants, trying to defeat my Taoist monk, is that a dream! Are you not kneeling, this seat wants you to kneel here until the moment of death!"

Ping Feipeng's sad and roaring roar echoed in his ears. Leng Shuangrong had no fear in Xu Wenchuan's face. Deep in his eyes, there was a smile of relief. No matter how they end up, as long as Ping Feipeng compares with them, their attention will no longer be focused on Wan Dong, and Wan Dong will be temporarily safe. And this is where the real purpose of the two is. As for their own safety, they have already been thrown out of the sky.

Leng Shuangrong and Xu Wenchuan's plan succeeded. Ping Feipeng with all his ugliness poured all his anger onto them. For Wan Dong, he seemed to have forgotten.

Wan Dong temporarily won the time, but the situation of Leng Shuangrong and Xu Wenchuan was more and more difficult every moment. In order to force them to kneel on the ground, Ping Feipeng used almost all his qi.

Within a few miles of the radius, they are all covered by thick qi, which has formed an independent world dominated by Ping Fei Peng. Everything in this world, even the wind, is controlled by Ping Fei Peng, constantly putting pressure on Leng Shuangrong and Xu Wenchuan.

The feeling of being abandoned and hostile by the whole world is like the tree has no roots, nowhere to fall, nowhere to enter. This kind of pain is indescribable.

Leng Shuangrong and Xu