Maybe by the way, I can also show my generosity and tolerance to my fellow workers in the world.

Seeing that, my great master killed a master by mistake, and he also wanted to apologize and say sorry, how noble and great my personality is.

Maybe others would comfort him without having to worry.

In conversion, they are the masters.

They can injure Jiang Ping, arrest him, but they just can't kill him, otherwise they will not give him face and are hitting the face of the Heavenly Lord.

It's going to be dead!

"Is this true?"

A great master murmured.

"Amitabha, I can testify that Donor Jiang is indeed a personal master of the Heavenly Lord, but Donor Jiang is unwilling to be high-profile, so he has never mentioned it."

Master Huaikong assisted in time.

"Old Monk Huaikong, why didn't you say it just now?! You almost killed everyone, do you know?!"

The impatient master cursed.

Master Huaikong was not angry, but just smiled bitterly:

"I can't do anything about that scene at that time."

"Fortunately, donor Jiang has nothing to do. Although there is a small loss, it should not be difficult to recover with the mythical methods of the Heavenly Lord."

"As for the conditions mentioned by donor Jiang, I can make the decision on behalf of the Zhao State's Zhengdao Alliance, three hundred martial arts and one thousand martial arts, and three thousand martial arts and one thousand martial arts and two thousand martial arts and martial arts."

"Donor Jiang, are you satisfied with my conditions?"

Master Huaikong asked loudly.

Jiang Ping also replied: "If everyone was as reasonable as Master Huaikong and had a little kindness towards me, a poor person who was exhausted and had a life-threatening life, then there wouldn't be so many disputes.

Master Huaikong, I agree!”

"good!"

"I also agree on behalf of the Wei State's righteous alliance!"

The great master of Wei State, Hong Jianlong, said in a hard voice.

"My Qin State's righteous alliance also agreed!"

"Isn't it just a few martial arts, I'll give it to you!"

"What conditions do you have? Let me raise them together!"

Jiang Ping smiled and said in a solemn voice:

"I, Jiang Ping, are not a greedy person. Two conditions are enough, one is enough for my life and the other is satisfying my spirit.

I have nothing to ask for.

But just to be careful, it’s better for everyone to put a letter to me now.”

"Jiang Ping, aren't you also insulting our personality? Will we be able to lose money in full view of everyone?!"

A great master said angrily.

Fortunately, Jiang Ping, who had received the benefits, was particularly gentle at this time and explained leisurely:

"It's not true, as the saying goes, villains first and gentlemen later, and as the saying goes, brothers can settle accounts clearly, and there are many people.

I, Mr. Jiang, is now a useless person. Can I still come to collect the accounts?

With the words in hand, I just want to be at peace.

If you dare not keep the proof, how can I believe you really want to compensate me?

Forget it, it’s so troublesome, let’s fight to the death.

Anyway, I'm all ruined, and it doesn't matter whether I die or not.

Seven Nights!”

Jiang Ping showed a tendency to be world-weary, as if I was nothing but me and everyone died together.

"Wait a moment!"

When everyone saw Qiye lifting his sword again, they were so scared that they hurriedly stopped him:

"Isn't it just a statute, we'll give it to you!"

"It would be great to say that earlier."

Jiang Ping's expression changed and he immediately smiled and said, "Now I'm a little embarrassed."

"By the way, I have to ask everyone to leave a mark. Finally, it is the true meaning of martial arts, so that it can be used to recognize people."

Everyone: "..."

In terms of changing faces and shamelessness, these old seniors who have been together for decades are willing to give up the disadvantage at this moment.

But having already talked about this, they had to pinch their noses and recognize them.

While cursing Jiang Ping in his heart that he would not see the sun tomorrow, they tore off his clothes, used blood as ink, and wrote down the words. Then, as soon as the true energy was urging, a trace of true meaning of martial arts was preserved.

This is similar to Jiang Ping's gift to Emperor Zhao's little princess, and it is all about losing spirit.

Especially for the great masters who are in poor condition at this moment, just setting up this document will require them to recover for three more months.

"for you!"

The words of cloth of different colors flew towards Jiangping.

But they all stopped in front of Qiye, and stacked them one by one, a full pile.

"Okay, now everyone will pretend nothing happened and we did nothing today."

Jiang Ping smiled and put away the words and asked Qiye to carry them all.

Then he shouted to the three young masters of the three major families of the Divine Warriors who had watched the show on the other side for a long time:

"My brothers, I wonder who will win and lose in this battle between the good and the demons? Is there a judgment? I can go out and brag about it."

Even though he is haggard and has no strength at this moment, no one dares to ignore him, and even raises his threat to the highest level.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Jiang Ping's current state has actually reached the bottom, which means he is at risk of dying at any time.

But such a person is the most terrifying because he says he is really trying hard.

This is also why Jiang Ping's threat is so easy to take effect.

No one dares to gamble.

Changsun Li took a deep look at Jiang Ping.

He had already planned to give up Cheng Lin'er completely, but seeing Jiang Ping's current appearance that he might die at any time, he suddenly realized that it seemed that he had hope again.

As long as you really like it, you won’t feel wronged.

Jiang Ping didn't know that the young master Changsun had thought about what color to use for the coffin after his death, and was still waiting for an answer.

It was just instinctive, and he felt something was wrong when someone looked at him.

But at this moment he was really like a useless person. Even if he had a premonition in his heart, he couldn't find anyone to target him.

Finally, Li Cheng, the young master of the Li family, cleared his throat and announced:

"According to the statistics at the last minute of the decisive battle, the Grand Master of the Righteous Dao was 52, and the Grand Master of the Demon Sect was 52, and the Grand Master of the Demon Sect was 52, and the tie!"

“According to the rules, both sides can choose a representative to fight the final battle to determine the outcome.

but……"

Li Cheng glanced at Qiye, then looked at the masters of the righteous path who were in a somewhat embarrassed look at the moment, and couldn't help but cough a few times.

Isn't this obvious?

When Master Zhengdao heard Li Cheng's words, he was also full of desolation and asked them to fight Qiye, which was similar to dying.

A great master is about to admit defeat:

"us……"

"Wait a moment!"

"Oh my mother, why am I late again?"

A mature middle-aged man with a standard figure and elegant image flew over with his light skills in a hurry.

He apologized while running:

"I'm sorry, I'm overslept again, so it should be too late, right?"

"Well? Why are there only so many people left?"

"And why are you so many injuries on your body? Did you just start a fight?"

"Huh? Your eyes look very wrong!"
To be continued...