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Huafu Apartment District was pitch black, and the owners had long fallen asleep. As Yang Ping walked along the road of the small sector, she seemed to have sensed something the moment she reached Floor 20, as she raised her head and looked at the night sky shrouded in Dragon City. A resplendent star suddenly appeared, far surpassing and dazzling the surrounding stars.    

That star was simply too bright, to the point that the light it emitted could be compared to the bright moon. Silver splendor scattered across the night sky. Yang Ping reached out her hand, held a strand of clear splendor and softly said: "Dragon City, a true expert has arrived."    

Augustine was very strong, his head had gone through the transformation process using the most advanced technology, so Yang Ping did not have this feeling.    

Jiang Weimin was the successor of Jiang Family, a ninth ranked superior realm, with every move and move, showing signs of breaking through the Saint Domain barrier. Yang Ping didn't feel that it was anything special, and felt that she should be able to win in a battle.    

But when that star appeared, Yang Ping felt a strong sense of danger.    

This could only mean that the person who came to Dragon City must be extremely powerful to the point that every expert would feel him. It was just like a cloudy sky before the rain. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.    

He silently cursed, hoping that they were not enemies, and cursed that it would be best if he had enmity with Jiang Weimin and the others.    

Returning to the living room and covering herself with a blanket, Yang Ping could feel that the three rooms were breathing evenly, which meant that Zhu Xi, Wang Yue and Zhen Ying were all at home.    

Daybreak.    

It was probably because she was too sleepy, but when Yang Ping opened his eyes, Dingdang's voice came out from the kitchen. He rubbed his eyes and went to the bathroom to wash up. Seeing Zhu Xi busying herself in the kitchen, he cried out in fear. Zhu Xi suddenly turned her head, stared at him, and coldly asked: "Is anything the matter?"    

Yang Ping laughed awkwardly and quickly explained: "It's fine, it's fine." Zhu Xi thought in her heart. She got up early in the morning to make breakfast, it can't be that she wanted to poison me to death, right?    

Zhu Xi ignored him.    

After washing up, Zhu Xi placed the breakfast on the table. Actually, she didn't have much choice, it was white porridge with black smoke rising from it, and the Flowing Sand Pouch and youtiao that she bought in the supermarket. The four of them sat down. When Zhen Ying and Wang Yue saw the food on the table, their expressions changed slightly as they revealed expressions of fear.    

Wang Yue coughed, holding onto the two sandbags, she said: "I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first."    

Zhen Ying took two of them and called out: "Sister Yue Wang, wait for me, I'm going to the police station for something, I'll take a ride with you." In less than a minute, the two girls left the apartment, leaving Yang Ping staring blankly at the last bun on her plate. She reached out to take it, but seeing that Zhu Xi was staring at the only bun, she hesitated.    

Zhu Xi's expression changed. She did not say yes, nor did she say no.    

Yang Ping laughed bitterly, obediently picked up the spoon, and put the white porridge with black smoke into the bowl, then said bitterly: "I'm not hungry, just drink some porridge." Then, he deliberately puffed out her chest, touched her stomach, and reminded Zhu Xi to take a look at the condition of his body.    

Unfortunately, Zhu Xi didn't even look at it and nodded: "Then drink more porridge."    

Clang!    

Yang Ping's heart was broken.    

After drinking the white porridge that Zhu Xi had personally made, Yang Ping felt that she wouldn't need to touch anything related to the porridge for the next month. He suspected that Zhu Xi was doing it on purpose.    

Zhu Xi's culinary skills were not good, she looked bad, and on top of that, white porridge was added white sugar and salt.    

After Yang Ping finished eating, she heaved a sigh of relief and smiled: "Not bad, thank you for breakfast."    

Zhu Xi looked at the empty basin, there was no sadness or happiness on her face, she nodded, got up and said: I'm going to the company.    

"Just don't put too much rice on the next sweet water." Yang Ping shouted.    

With a whoosh, Zhu Xi's beautiful face turned slightly red as she angrily asked: "What are you trying to say?"    

Yang Ping made an exaggerated expression and said solemnly: "I am praising your cooking progress at a very fast rate. "Last time, I almost got into the hospital, but this time I was able to swallow it down. Not bad, not bad, it means that you worked hard during this period of time."    

Without waiting for Zhu Xi to get angry, Yang Ping slipped out of the apartment. From behind, Zhu Xi heard him say that since it was not bad, next time you continue eating, you were so scared that cold sweat flowed down your back.    

Before leaving, Yang Ping stopped at the door, and could not help but ask: "You returned to Zhu Family yesterday?"    

Zhu Xi acknowledged.    

Yang Ping acknowledged.    

After that, no one spoke. They just stood there in a deadlock. Yang Ping stood at the door, and the corridor that led outside was very long and far away, as if she would never reach the end of it, and was waiting for Zhu Xi to say something. Zhu Xi looked at the empty air as she tightly gripped her chopsticks and remained silent.    

After a long while, Yang Ping sighed and left the apartment.    

Zhu Xi also sighed, staring outside the window in a daze.    

She wouldn't say the reason to go home was because Zhu Yan had reintroduced her to someone. That person's condition was so good that Zhu Yan threatened him with his life, and even carried away the pressure of her mother who had passed away.    

The location of the seventh round of Dragon God Competition was at the Blue Willow Manor.    

Yang Ping had been here before and Wang Yan's pursuers had already forgotten their names and were acting tough at the Blue Willow Manor. It was a pity that they did not expect Yang Ping's relationship to be so strong that the owner of the villa would personally pour them wine.    

When he came to the Blue Willow Manor again, there were no customers inside.    

After an inspection, Yang Ping arrived at a training grounds in the villa. This is a private venue. The ring was surrounded by four fences, like a cage. The two sides of the ring were like beasts. Around the arena were over two hundred spectators.    

Out of the people who had appeared today, only fourteen were left. Aside from Yang Ping, everyone else was eliminated. In the red area, only Tai Yuan and the two innate experts remained. Five people had actually been eliminated, leaving behind four. As for the Prefectural Selection, all six of them were left behind. This showed how strong the Prefectural Selection was.    

There were no spectators in the competition.    

The outside of the stage was divided into four regions, East, South, West. Yang Ping, as the only representative of Yellow Area, occupied a large expanse of land in the empty region around him. There weren't many people from the other three directions, and there were still competitors who hadn't arrived yet.    

Jiang Weimin was always the focus of attention, not only because of his strong strength and background, but also because he looked like he was taking advantage of his. Yang Ping was the last to arrive, everyone's attention concentrated on him.    

Tai Yuan amiably smiled at him as a form of greeting. LEE Ba swung his long legs as if he was bored to death, and did not seem to notice Yang Ping's gaze at all, indicating that he did not recognize Yang Ping and that she was injured. The other people's eyes were friendly and hostile, but the most glaring of them all was Jiang Weimin.    

Jiang Weimin looked at Yang Ping indifferently, and said: "If you meet me in the next round, you will undoubtedly die."    

Yang Ping tit for tat, and snorted: "This is what I want to say to you as well."    

The atmosphere was tense, ready to explode at any moment.    

Gold Area and the other experts all looked at Yang Ping with interest, feeling surprised in their hearts. Jiang Weimin's tyranny was built on the basis of his incomparably tyrannical strength, but no matter how he looked at it, Yang Ping was not her match.    

Tai Yuan moved closer and whispered, "Are you confident?" He looked at Jiang Weimin with an inquiring expression.    

Yang Ping asked: "You brought a fire engine?"    

Tai Yuan stared blankly. Seeing Yang Ping's careless expression, she smiled wryly in her heart, as her eyebrows were ignited. At this moment of life and death, Yang Ping could still think of smoking, and she could not help but secretly shake her head. His mental fortitude was not ordinary. When ordinary people faced Jiang Weimin, forget about fighting, it was already a miracle for them to be able to stand. At least he did not dare face Jiang Weimin. But Yang Ping was very casual.    

With a cigarette in her mouth, Yang Ping puffed out.    

"If you pick any experts from the district, give up." After he finished smoking, Yang Ping's gaze swept across the reserved area. He was secretly shocked, everyone in the reserved area, their strength was about the same as LEE Ba, extremely terrifying. Tai Yuan was definitely not a match for him.    

Tai Yuan jumped in fright, and laughed dryly: "It can't be that tragic right? "Don't worry, if I encounter such a situation, I'll just give up."    

The person who presided over the seventh round Organizer was a monk. He did not have a ring scar on his head, and was wearing tattered clothes as he swaggered onto the stage. His appearance caused the already prepared atmosphere to condense into a few points.    

Tai Yuan's face changed, revealing a look of fear.    

Yang Ping was surprised: "Who is it?"    

Tai Yuan saw that he was not joking around, and laughed bitterly: "You don't even know him? My heavens, there is a red cloud embroidered on his clothes and he is holding a fan in his hand. If I am not mistaken, he is the Killing Buddha, the number one expert in Yun Province. "    

"The number one expert in Yun Province, this is no joke. There were many great forces with great Yun Province. Experts were as common as the clouds, and to be able to be recognized as the number one expert, their strength had far surpassed their peers. "Don't just look at his cultivation level, he's also at the ninth stage. He's trained in the Eighteen Killing Strikes, shocking the world, shocking the world, making it so that no one can block his ninth strike."    

After listening to Tai Yuan's explanation, Yang Ping was secretly shocked.    

The Killing Buddha carried a terrifying killing intent, only people who had killed countless experts would have one. Even Yang Ping did not have such killing intent. One could see how terrifying the Killing Buddha was.    

Killing Buddha acted like a Monk of the Sun, smiled and said: "I will be presiding over the seventh round today, and the rules are the same as the sixth round, Life and Death Arena. It's time for the lottery draw. " Put your hand in the box.    

Taking a glance, Killing Buddha smiled: "Tai Yuan."    

Tai Yuan's mind stirred, he clenched his fists and said: "Unless I meet a person from the precinct area, I will fight to the death with all my might."    

Yang Ping patted his shoulder and encouraged him. "Work hard, like you've defeated LEE Qin."    

Tai Yuan laughed, "Don't worry, my luck has always been very good."    

Killing Buddha took out the second name and said: "Jiang Weimin."    

Tai Yuan's expression changed greatly as he thought he heard wrongly.    

Jiang Weimin faced Tai Yuan.    

Tai Yuan laughed bitterly as he shook his head and went up the stage. He decided to admit defeat at the start of the competition because he was not on the same level as Jiang Weimin.    

Jiang Weimin stood up and walked towards the stage.    

His every movement seemed to be able to stir up the winds and clouds in all directions. After a night of contemplation, this person's cultivation had broken through once again, becoming unfathomably profound.    

"Begin."    

Killing Buddha looked at Jiang Weimin with admiration.    

Just as Tai Yuan was about to admit defeat, a frightening pressure suddenly pushed forward. He opened his mouth to speak, but was unable to do so. Jiang Weimin said indifferently with a dark and cold gaze. "Without my permission, you can't even admit defeat."    

Deliberately looking at Yang Ping's ashen face, Jiang Weimin revealed a strange smile.