Don’t Mess with Shennong

Maoshan School, Tianshi Temple.

The great elder Zhang Dongliang, facing the ancestor's deity, worshipped three times and worshipped three sticks of incense.

I have words in my mouth, not knowing what I am praying for.

The other elders, as well as the head, stood quietly behind him, even breathing solemnly.

It's nothing, it's just too much difference in strength, under the same roof, it's too depressing.

The original great elder was Ge Buyu, because the Gu family and his entourage were crippled by Wang Pingan, Dao Xin collapsed, and he took the initiative to resign from the position of great elder.

According to the normal process, the other elders should be promoted automatically.

But Zhang Dongliang, who is already the Supreme Elder, has caused too much noise in recent months. Under the premise of the recovery of spiritual energy, the connection and promotion are now in the early days of Return to the Yuan realm that no one would even think about.

This is the number one master of Maoshan in the millennium, and the number one master of the Chinese millennium. Bracket, this is what the Maoshan school disciples think.

Under such terrible strength, regardless of whether he is a great elder or a celestial master of the previous generation, for Maoshan’s reputation and to resist Wang Ping’s pressure, he was placed in the position of “big elder”. .

From the Maoshan school's point of view, other schools were beaten by Wang Pingan. It was because they were too weak.

If you get to Maoshan, the elder Zhang Dongliang will teach him how to be a man, or be a ghost.

"Head, Wang Ping'an has already arrived at Maoshan, what should we do?" Suddenly, outside the hall, a disciple reported.

"There is a great elder here, why are you panicking?" The head of Maoshan first reprimanded the disciple for being calm, and then he approached the great elder and asked respectfully, "Master teacher, shall we go down the mountain now to meet the enemy?"

"Alright. By the way, there is a bet in the Jianghu forum? Help me 100 million and bet on Maoshan to win." The great elder Zhang Dongliang, Hefa Tongyan, Xianfeng Daogu, but what he said is very realistic.

"Yes, although the odds to bet on our Maoshan faction are a bit low, only 1.3, it also means that everyone is optimistic about us. The long teacher uncle bet 100 million, and he can win back at least 30 million."

"It doesn't matter how much, betting is just to give yourself a belief that you will win." The elder stroked his long beard, showing a deep and unpredictable smile.

"Senior Uncle is brilliant, we will also follow a small amount of money... I usually don't have much available funds in my hand, so let's drop 90 million, a little less than Uncle Master."

"I'll bet 80 million, and I will support our Maoshan faction spiritually! Wang Ping'an is dead this time!"

At the same time, at the foot of Maoshan Mountain, Wang Pingan saw his winning odds of 1.9 after editing the challenge post on the Jianghu forum.

In other words, if the king wins safely, bet 1 yuan and pay 1.9 yuan.

The odds of the Maoshan faction are 1.3. If the Maoshan faction wins, bet 1 yuan and will pay 1.3 yuan.

The odds of a tie are 4.5 times. If the two sides tie and bet 1 yuan, the dealer will pay 4.5 yuan.

If it wasn't for the two parties' hatred and grievances to be too great to be private, Wang Ping'an would want to play a game with Maoshan in private, pit the dealer and make a tie.

But now it is not that there is no chance to make money. The odds of betting on his own win have reached 1.9, which is nearly doubled.

Either many cultivators look down on themselves, or dealers look down on themselves.

Look down on yourself, you have to pay a price.

Therefore, Wang Ping'an bet he won and bet a billion.

This is the money he earned from this trip to collect debts, his hard-earned money, all-in, stud, because he has the belief in winning.

Ding.

A task box pops up suddenly.

At this critical moment, join in the fun.

"Victory against the Maoshan faction, raise the power of Shennong, and get the treasure of Shennong Zhenshan. If you fail, you will be waiting for you! There is no need to choose, this task must be taken!"

This tone is like a master.

Wang Pingan scratched his head. What is the treasure of Zhenshan from the line of Shennong? A plowing **** or a Shennongding?

Can not remember.

so awkward.

I wanted to ask a question, but the system did not answer.

This is the old tradition of the system, high cold.

However, the old man’s brain is sick, Master. He didn’t even give a reward to an ordinary magic weapon before. Why is it suddenly so generous to give the treasure of Zhenshan from Shennong's line?

Could it be that the crack in the heaven has caused a big problem? Has an uncontrollable remnant soul escaped?

Don't give Zhenshan the treasure, afraid that you can't hold it?

Wang Ping'an was thinking, but he saw Maoshan and his party of masters flying down from the mountain. There were 20 or 30 masters above the concentration stage.

Sure enough, it is a thousand-year-old school, and the Maoshan school has a stronger foundation than the Wudang school.

The head of the person, Xianfeng Daogu, Hefa Tongyan, is the great elder Zhang Dongliang, an authentic descendant of the heavenly master.

"You are Wang Ping'an? Zhang Dongliang, the great elder of the poor Maoshan School, it is polite." The great elder looked at Wang Ping'an carefully, the expression on his face gradually became solemn.

Can't see the other's cultivation realm?

What's happening here?

If it wasn't that the other party had practiced the concealment technique, then the realm was higher than that of himself.

However, he had accumulated a lot of money and lived to be one hundred and three years old. Only after taking advantage of the opportunity of spiritual recovery, he rushed to the Guiyuan realm in one breath. Is there a cultivator faster than himself in this world?

Wang Ping'an replied politely: "The Great Elder of the Maoshan School? This name is so familiar. I remember that some time ago, I once called a Great Elder of the Maoshan School. By the way, how many Great Elders do you have in the Maoshan School? Is it produced?"

"Wang Ping'an, Hugh is rude! You are too mad! That is our former elder Ge Changqing, and now this is our current elder." The head of the Maoshan faction shouted and reprimanded.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, it's all about being beaten anyway. Stop talking nonsense, let's do it, are you going to go together or one by one?" Wang Ping'an sacrificed the magic weapon and let the bronze lamp and fruit basket hover over his head.

He is holding a kitchen knife, like a pig killer, pointing at the masters of the Maoshan School, somewhat arrogant.

It's not because they look down on each other, but because they are too weak.

Even if there is a cultivator in the early days of Gui Yuan, it is not enough.

I have been promoted to the peak of Guiyuan, and I can't go up. If this piece of heaven and earth does not limit the realm, it is estimated that I will ascend to the ascent of the Tribulation.

"Junior, arrogant! Look at the sword!" The elder was slightly angry, and the Taomu sword pointed, and in an instant, a dozen thunders fell.

The sky under Wang Ping's feet flickered and appeared dozens of meters away, and at the same time he jumped high, like a goshawk, and pounced on the elder.

As soon as his feet bounced, a few terrible wooden thorns pierced under his feet, like daggers. After being stabbed in the air, they burned instantly, emitting a green poisonous smoke.

At the realm of the Return to Yuan Period, practitioners can already use many spells.

The inheritance of the spells of the Maoshan School has almost never been interrupted, so as the great elder of the Maoshan School, he will use a lot of spells.

"Ten thousand swords penetrate the heart!" The peach wood sword in the hands of the great elder shook, and in a blink of an eye it turned into hundreds of the same peach wood swords, piercing Wang Ping An who was in mid-air.

Just as soon as the sword was sent out, there were suddenly hundreds of terrifying lightning bolts above his head, as thick as a telephone pole, and instantly enveloped a few miles around, covering more than 20 Maoshan school masters who came with him.

"That Tianzun Wuliang, your uncle..." The curse resounded through Maoshan instantly.