The First Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-Fifth Chapters Are Not Good

Universe Star.

Xia Ping and his party got off the spaceship.

"This is Qiankun Star, the core of the six star fields, the gate of the Qiankun faction, it's incredible." Jiang Yaru walked on the land of Qiankun Star, and immediately felt the greatness of this planet, which seemed to contain infinite power and vitality at the same time. , like a great old life breathing.

"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is amazingly rich, and it surpasses the realm of clouds by more than a hundred times. If you practice in this place, you will definitely improve rapidly." Chu Rong was also amazed.

These days, she has also followed Xia Ping in the cosmos, and she has stopped at planets along the way, but she has never seen a planet as rich in spiritual energy as Qiankunxing.

Even among the billions of planets, Qiankun Star is quite special.

"There are quite a lot of races here, not only humans, monsters, but also many special races." Su Ji was also amazed. She saw people coming and going in this place, and countless races came in and out.

This opened her eyes. To be honest, there are quite a lot of races in Yunxiao Realm, but compared with the races here, they are pitifully rare.

And each of these cosmic races is very powerful, at least they are the powerhouses above the Purple Palace Realm.

The so-called king of the cloud world is just a commoner in this place.

"Sure enough, you are right to join the Qiankun faction. You will definitely find a way to become stronger in this place."

Yu Qiqi clenched her pink fist, and her beautiful eyes showed a look of anticipation.

"Brother, where are we going next?"

Feng Hetang looked at Xia Ping.

"Um."

Xia Ping thought for a while: "I want to find the elders of the sect, I will ask them if they can let you join the Qiankun sect."

Jiang Yaru and the others nodded their heads. They didn't know each other well, so they could only rely on Xia Ping.

Whoosh!

Under the leadership of Xia Ping, a group of people walked towards the elders' home of Qiankun School.

But before they reached the elders' home, they came to a road, and suddenly they saw a large group of people being carried out, one by one with broken arms or broken legs, and some of them were wrapped like zongzi , all seriously wounded.

They were all mourning, obviously very miserable.

"Big brother, why are there so many disabled people in the Qiankun faction? Does the Qiankun faction accept everyone?"

Feng Hetang asked curiously.

"Damn fat man, who are disabled, don't you deserve to be beaten?" Hearing these words, many people glared at Feng Hetang, showing a look of anger.

"What's the matter, do you want to have a contest? I'll give you one hand." Feng Hetang glanced sideways, and went forward to provoke him, asking for a heads-up. His favorite thing to do is to bully the weak and others.

Nima, this damn fat man!

A group of people are half dead, this dead fat man must have seen them seriously injured, and he can't show a single point of his strength, so he publicly provokes them, which is obviously bullying these wounded people and bringing them down.

If it was a normal time, a small Zifu realm cultivator dared to speak out and provoke them, they would definitely fight this fight, and there would be no room for the opponent's arrogance.

But now there is no way, even if it is regenerated, it will not be able to exert any combat effectiveness.

"What's going on? Why are there so many wounded?"

Xia Ping asked.

"Senior Brother Xia Ping!" Many people noticed Xia Ping immediately. Obviously, they all recognized Xia Ping's identity. After all, Xia Ping is a disciple of Saint Beiming, and his news has already spread throughout the Qiankun faction.

It can be said that there are basically not many people who do not know Xia Ping.

"Great, Brother Xia is finally back." A group of people cheered. They were all excited when they saw Xia Ping appear, and they all forgot Feng Hetang's maddening words.

"Come back when you come back, what's so great." Xia Ping felt strange, he didn't think he had such a great reputation in the sect and got the love of so many sect disciples.

"Senior Brother Xia, you don't know, the Lingyun faction disciples have come to our Qiankun faction to communicate in the last few days." Someone said immediately.

Xia Ping said: "Communication is communication, which is a good thing. It can promote each other, which is very beneficial."

"If you want to communicate, then it's a good thing. The problem is that the bastards from the Lingyun faction are not good."

"Yes, those bastards are actually trying to humiliate our Qiankun Sect disciples under the banner of communication."

"Yes, Senior Brother Xia, don't you know that the Lingyun faction just sent out one disciple and beat all of us to the ground. All of us were injured, and we couldn't stop coughing up blood."

"And the opponent's hand was very heavy. Although he didn't make a dead hand, it hit us hard. The bones were broken and the lungs were injured. It is difficult to recover within three months."

A group of disciples gritted their teeth and were very resentful. If it was an ordinary martial arts exchange, it would be a good thing, but it was obvious that the Lingyun faction didn't think so, they came to show off their power.

"Is there no one who is the opponent of that group of Lingyun sect disciples?" Xia Ping was a little unconvinced. How powerful is the Qiankun sect, and there are all Jindan disciples. No matter how powerful the group of Lingyun sect disciples is, they can't be domineering in this place.

"No, this competition is limited to new disciples within ten years of entry, and senior brothers who are more than ten years old will not be able to participate, so many senior brothers can only stare blankly and have no way to make a move."

Someone said helplessly.

According to what these people said, the disciples of the Lingyun School were very powerful. Although they had only entered the school for three years, they had already been promoted to the peak of the supernatural powers.

At this time, Tianjiao, Lu Wenhou and others, who are in the top ten of the Qiankun faction's freshman rankings, are also practicing in retreat, intending to break through the current martial arts realm, and there is no way to make a move for the time being.

Therefore, the Lingyun faction disciple was arrogant and swept the ground, it can be said that he took advantage of a loophole.

But even so, they had to admit that the strength of the Lingyun Sect disciples was indeed terrifying. They had already reached the realm of invincible supernatural powers. Even if the top ten freshmen came back, not many could defeat the opponent.

"Senior Brother Xia, that Lingyun faction disciple is so arrogant that he bluntly said that there is no one in my Qiankun faction."

"That's right, you didn't see the arrogance of those Lingyun Sect disciples, their nostrils are going up to the sky."

"I really can't stand this humiliation. I really want someone to beat that bastard and teach him a lesson."

A group of people gritted their teeth, remembering the scene of being humiliated by the Lingyun Sect disciple before, and they were full of resentment.

"It's interesting, take me to see it, but I want to know what the disciples of the Lingyun Sect have." Xia Ping touched his chin and immediately said to the disciples of the Qiankun Sect.

He felt that this was a good opportunity, and maybe he could get a lot of hatred from this group of Lingyun Sect disciples.

And he also wanted to see the martial arts magical powers of other sect disciples.

A group of disciples were immediately overjoyed. They knew the horror of Xia Ping. They were disciples of Saint Beiming, and they were able to defeat the alliance of the top ten freshmen alone more than a year ago.

Now that so long has passed, I don't know how much the strength will grow.