"Don't worry, the old village chief, Ali is fine, someone is taking care of him."

"Are those two beasts still in the village? I'm going to kill them now."

Chen Ping asked angrily.

"Chen Ping, don't be impulsive. Wu Feiyu has already left, and only Zhang Biao is left in the village. With your current strength, can you beat Zhang Biao?"

The old village head was worried that even if Chen Ping came back, he would not be the opponent of that bid at all!

When Chen Ping heard that Wu Feiyu had left, only Zhang Biao was left, so there was no need to be afraid!

"Old village chief, don't worry, I will make that Zhang Biao's life worse than death in front of everyone..."

"Where is he now? Take me there!"

Chen Ping said confidently to the old village chief!

Seeing how confident Chen Ping was, the old village chief nodded and brought Chen Ping there!

At this time, Zhang Biao was drinking and eating vegetables, shaking his head and feeling very comfortable!

"Old man, the wine is gone, hurry up and bring the wine..."

Zhang Biao yelled for the old village head to get the wine!

Just after Zhang Biao finished speaking, a figure suddenly rushed in and slapped Zhang Biao with a palm!

Zhang Biao was agitated and instantly furious: "Damn it, a group of mountain villagers dare to attack me..."

Zhang Biao took out his long sword, bursting out with sword light in an instant, and the whole room was filled with sword light!

Countless sword glows chopped the whole room to pieces, while Zhang Biao's body soared into the sky and slowly fell to the side!

But when he saw the person who attacked him clearly, he was instantly stunned!

"So it's you kid, you're finally back..."

After Zhang Biao found out that it was Chen Ping who came back, surprise appeared on his face!

But Chen Ping didn't say a word, and the tyrannical aura emanating from his body permeated the entire sky of Dashi Village!

This time, the surprise on Zhang Biao's face disappeared, and then he frowned slightly: "What kind of strength is this kid? How could your strength grow so fast in just a few days? Did you hide your strength before?"

From Chen Ping's burst of breath, Zhang Biao noticed that Chen Ping's strength had improved a lot!

But it's only been a few days, how can a person's strength grow so fast?

If it wasn't for the increase in the past few days, then Chen Ping must have hidden his strength before!

"Today I want to avenge the people of Dashi Village, I want to tear your corpse into thousands of pieces..."

Chen Ping said it word by word!

"Hmph, depending on you, even if you hide your strength, you are still a country pariah, can you still fight against me, a genuine disciple of the Jade Cauldron Sect?"

"Today I'll let you see the gap between you, a country pariah, and our famous and authentic disciples..."

After Zhang Biao finished speaking, the long sword in his hand burst into brilliant brilliance instantly, and his body suddenly moved towards Chen Ping!

Zhang Biao's speed was as fast as lightning, and the messy sword energy was even approaching Chen Ping's throat!

Chen Ping's body retreated suddenly, he stopped, and he jumped out of Dashi Village and landed in the forest outside!

"Since you're here, it's impossible to let you run away!"

Zhang Biao thought that Chen Ping was going to run away, so he sneered and chased after him!

But Chen Ping didn't want to escape at all, and he wouldn't run away. He just didn't want to fight in Dashi Village. After all, when people of their level fought, the whole Dashi Village would suffer accordingly!

Everyone in Dashi Village watched nervously, sweating secretly for Chen Ping!

Facing Zhang Biao who was chasing him, Chen Ping slapped a tree next to him with his palm!

When the tree shook, thousands of leaves fell from the branches, and then Chen Ping pushed forward with both palms. These leaves were like sharp weapons, and they rushed towards Zhang Biao!

"Hmph, small tricks..."

Zhang Biao snorted coldly, and then swung the long sword in his hand, shooting down those leaves one after another! JrNovels.com