But when the figure approached, Xiaomin was stunned for a moment, because in front of her was the dead Chen Ping.

Chen Ping was also curious when he saw Xiaomin's hurrying appearance in the evening.

"Xiao Min, what are you taking people to do at night?"

Chen Ping asked Xiaomin.

But Xiaomin didn't answer, but widened her eyes and stared at Chen Ping, making Chen Ping look at him.

"Xiaomi, Xiaomin..."

Chen Ping shouted twice again.

"Brother Chen Ping..."

Suddenly, Xiaomin shouted, and then rushed into Chen Ping's arms, crying loudly.

This sudden action of Xiaomin confused Chen Ping.

Chen Ping raised his hands and let Xiaomin cry bitterly. After a while, Xiaomin stopped crying.

"Xiaomin, what happened?"

Seeing that Xiaomin was no longer crying, Chen Ping asked.

"Brother Chen Ping, I knew you weren't dead, I knew you couldn't..."

Xiaomin wiped away her tears and grinned.

"Who said I was dead?"

Chen Ping looked surprised, because he had no idea that Zhu Zhishan had released the news of his death in the Martial Arts Alliance.

"The martial arts alliance in Kyoto, it was released on the martial arts forum, saying that you were killed by the leader of the martial arts alliance."

Xiaomin explained.

Chen Ping frowned slightly when he heard it. He didn't think that Zhu Zhishan, as the leader of the Kyoto Martial Arts Alliance, bullied the small, killed himself, and had the face to promote it on the martial arts forum.

But this is fine. They all think that when he is dead, Chen Ping can practice with peace of mind, and no one is bothering him.

"How could I be killed so easily, do you believe what they say?"

Chen Ping smiled slightly and gently stroked Xiaomin's hair.

"Of course I don't believe it, and neither does my sister. She also told me to take a good look at Hushan Cave and said that you will definitely come back."

Xiaomin hurriedly shook his head.

"Then you are so late, where are you taking someone?"

Chen Ping asked.

"I went to my sister. She went to the Holy Beast Palace and hasn't come back yet. I'm a little worried about her."

When Xiaomin talked about Ji Ruxue, her face was full of worry.

"Go to the Holy Beast Palace?" Chen Ping frowned slightly, and then said: "Take someone back, I will go to the Holy Beast Palace to see if your sister is there!"

"Then I'll go with you!"

Xiaomin said.

"No, if your sister comes back soon and you can't see you, you will definitely be anxious. You will wait for your sister at home. I will go to the Holy Beast Palace to see..."

After Chen Ping finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the Holy Beast Palace.

In the Holy Beast Palace at this time, Xiao Da sat in the seat of the Palace Master with satisfaction!

Now the strength of the Holy Beast Palace has been greatly reduced. If there are hundreds of cohesive pills from the Zhou family, it will be able to enhance the strength of the Holy Beast Palace.

As for Ji Ruxue, Xiao Da didn't have time to take care of it. Anyway, now that Chen Ping is dead, it doesn't make sense to form an alliance with the Red Lotus Palace.

When the strength of the Holy Beast Palace became stronger, Xiao Da planned to go directly to annex the Red Lotus Palace.

Just when Xiao Da was thinking about something beautiful, a disciple of the Holy Beast Palace suddenly ran in.

"There is someone outside the palace lord asking to see you..."

The disciple of the Holy Beast Palace said.

"At night, who sees me?"

Xiao Da asked suspiciously.

"He said his name was Chen Ping..."

said the disciple.

Hearing Chen Ping's words, Xiao Da's body instantly fell from his seat, his eyes widened in fright: "What did you say? Did you see clearly?"

"He said his name was Chen Ping, I...I haven't seen it either!"

The disciple said helplessly, he had never seen Chen Ping, and even if he saw it clearly, he didn't know if it was true.

Xiao Da's body was trembling slightly, and his heart was pounding.

Obviously, the Martial Arts Alliance released an announcement. Chen Ping has been killed by Zhu Zhishan. How could he suddenly appear here? JrNovels.com