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The shaking stops.

Patriarch Pan confirmed to Zhang Ping seriously: "Really?"

Even he didn't notice that his voice was trembling a little.

And Zhang Ping also came back to his senses, feeling that he had just exaggerated too much.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

You won't want to rob me, will you?
However, Patriarch Pan's bright eyes made Zhang Ping seem familiar.

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhang Ping remembered that the look in the eyes of Senior Brother Yan when he begged himself to upgrade his martial arts skills at Zhanhaimen was exactly the same as it is now.

It is the kind of enthusiasm that is not for oneself, but for the countless people behind.

Zhang Ping said seriously: "Yes!"

Patriarch Pan immediately followed up: "The same price?"

Zhang Ping took it out and handed it to a doctor.

"Use this on the wound, and I'll come back as soon as I go."

Zhang Ping was also generous: "[-]% off!"

All of a sudden, everyone surrounded him, grabbing Zhang Ping's limbs and lifting him up.

Being thrown into the sky by the cheering Pan family, Zhang Ping finally understood what kind of feelings he was touched by.

"Drip!"

"A change in the host's mood is detected, and the heart of martial arts is improving!"

"Passive skill unlocked: The pattern is big!"

"The pattern is big: when the heart-cutting is performed, it is automatically released, and the person hit by the heart-cutting will fall into a big pattern state and enter a strong self-doubt! Ignore the realm and any defense!"

Compared with the new skills, the joy of getting rich hit him more fiercely.

When the crowd dispersed, I made an appointment with Patriarch Pan, five bottles of weak water, and a bottle of [-] high-level spirit stones at a [-]% discount.

Ten days later, he paid the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other, and brought Song Heng's double swords along with him.

Patriarch Pan personally sent the two of them out of the mansion with a smile. The appearance of winning the treasure made Ding Hua, who had been eating melons for a long time, spit and laugh endlessly.

On the way back to the Exorcist, Song Heng finally got the answer to Zhang Ping's long-held question.

"Brother Song, Patriarch Pan's son is already over 80 years old, so is the son of the Ding family of the Wu family about the same?"

Song Heng shook his head: "No, both Wu Xishuang and Ding Tong are just 30 years old."

Zhang Ping was surprised and waited for Song Heng's explanation later.

Song Heng: "Brother Zhang, you have to know that for warriors, the higher the realm, the harder it is to have children."

"Especially those whose realm has reached the ceiling."

"There are very few high-level Pan family members, so Patriarch Pan began to try to raise children in his early years."

"As for Patriarch Wu and Patriarch Ding, they are not so urgent, but it is said that they have offspring after a long time."

"For their long lifespan, Madam has changed several times."

"Try a few times and it will always work."

For Zhang Ping, who grew up under the red flag, this remark was a bit difficult to accept.

But in this world, it is a very natural thing.

The masters of high-level realms have a long lifespan, and their lives are completely different from ordinary people.

Ordinary people can't reach that level, they can only be subdued by time, slowly aging and dying.

Even if the patriarchs use a lot of resources to treat their wives and children, how can the martial arts realm allow such an easy shortcut.

The second-rate families use resources to pile up their children to the sky-blood realm, which also requires some talent and continuous practice to achieve.

For a person like Feng Feipeng, watching his wife and children grow old while being helpless is the most painful.

So they already disdain power struggles.

I just want to take this last step in the martial arts.

They firmly believe that the world must still have an upper landscape.

Take that step, and maybe you can pass through the impassable magic realm.

To see a stronger world.

And if you take that step, you may be able to know the way to continue your life.

Therefore, both Wu Huan and Ding Hua didn't mind at all that their clansmen followed the Demon Eliminator to the Demon Realm.

Only by truly improving one's strength can one have the opportunity to elevate one's realm and prolong one's life.

Perhaps fortunately, you can reach a higher level in your lifetime.

This is the common and only idea of ​​the top middle class.

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Before he arrived at the Department of Demon Elimination, Zhang Ping saw the martial artists he had seen in the Martial Arts Field scurrying around.

Suddenly a martial artist glanced in his direction and ran over quickly.

"Meet the two team leaders!"

Zhang Ping and Song Heng looked at each other strangely.

What to ask the warrior?
Wu Zhe told Zhang Ping that the Great Elder was beaten and seriously injured.

The demon division took the great elder back, found the doctor and is now treating him.

bump!
An invisible air wave erupted from Zhang Ping's body in an instant, shaking on the street.

The warriors in front of them were a little unsteady, and quickly resisted with luck.

"Brother Zhang, go back and have a look first!"

Furious under strong pressure, black smoke billowed up, and Zhang Ping directly used Hell Step to return to the Department of Demon Elimination.

. . . . . . . . . .

"Have you found Zhang Ping?" Lei Ming asked his subordinates.

"Report, not yet."

"The director said he was at Pan's house and sent someone to look for him!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the voice fell, black smoke appeared in front of his eyes.

Zhang Ping stepped out of the black smoke expressionlessly.

His eyes glanced around.

When he saw the Great Elder covered in blood lying on a makeshift hospital bed surrounded by a group of doctors, a part of his heart finally collapsed.

With trembling hands, he took out Huiyuan Dan from the backpack, and moved forward with difficulty as if his feet were frozen.

It took a long time to take out the Huiyuan Pill with a strong medicinal fragrance from the bottle, which attracted everyone's attention, and wanted to pass through the doctor and send it to the mouth of the Great Elder.

The outstretched hand was caught.

"what?"

Zhang Ping moved his head mechanically, his eyes were empty and helpless like a child who couldn't find a home.

The doctor holding Zhang Ping shook his head with a heavy expression.

"The throat was crushed, and the medicine couldn't go in."

The hand holding the porcelain bottle suddenly lost its strength, and Lei Ming grabbed it quickly.

Helping the distraught Zhang Ping to the side to sit down, the two old team leaders looked at each other, as if they didn't expect the relationship between the master and servant to be so deep.

The promises he swore in the past came before his eyes, and Zhang Ping was in great pain.

Even if he went to the Department of Demon Elimination and was promoted to the team leader, so what if he chatted and laughed happily with the strong.

Still can't even protect the loved ones around me.

Zhang Ping buried his head deeply in his arms.

He sat down without making a sound, but everyone understood that the storm was gathering.

"Who, where?"

The hoarse voice contained killing intent, and it turned into extreme cold and blew towards everyone.

"East of the city, Keppel store." A warrior responded quickly.

"reason."

"It is said that the Great Elder confronted the boss when he learned that the amount of spirit stones exchanged was different from his previous amount."

"Then suddenly a large group of people appeared, and the Great Elder..."

Zhang Ping raised his head, Lei Ming and Chu Kuang waved at the same time.

Four hundred Demon Slayers lined up in front of him.

"System, give me the medicine to take externally."

"Didi! According to..."

Zhang Ping interrupted roughly: "Don't force me! Give it to me!"

A dose of ointment appeared in the backpack.