I Do Not Want to Inherit the Family Fortune

Under Qin Shulin's rage, a spiritual weapon appeared in his hand.

This is a broken-looking spiritual tool with complex inscriptions on it.

When it appeared in Qin Shulin's hands, the inscriptions on this spiritual tool were constantly flashing, and a terrifying force erupted from this incomplete spiritual tool.

"This!"

The children of the Qin family were stunned. They didn't expect that Chen Ping, a cultivator of Dan Dingfeng, could force Qin Shulin to such a level that he directly used the magic weapon.

"Qin Shulin used this magic weapon, Chen Ping must die!"

"I didn't expect that Chen Ping actually has the ability to let Qin Shulin use this spiritual tool."

"Have you forgotten that he is the young master of the Pill Palace."

Although this identity can make the Qin family feel the pressure, it will not make the Qin family feel too afraid. This is the confidence of the once first-class family of the Qin family.

The spiritual tool in Qin Shulin's hand was obtained in the ruins. Although it is only a spiritual tool, it is incomplete. Someone once said that as long as this spiritual tool can be repaired, it may be a treasure.

Qin Shulin has been using his own cultivation to warm up this spiritual tool, just wanting to repair this spiritual tool when he is promoted to the Gathering Spirit Realm and become his life treasure.

Now this incomplete spiritual tool has been contaminated with Qin Shulin's breath, and it can even be said that Qin Shulin's cultivation can improve by leaps and bounds, which has something to do with this spiritual tool.

The power that erupted from the broken spiritual tool instantly arrived in front of Chen Ping.

Only at this time, Chen Ping's figure disappeared.

This is not a tearing space, but a complete disappearance.

Although it was only for a moment, it had already avoided this terrifying power.

Chen Ping made perfect use of the power of time and space, he just made himself a moment earlier at this time.

Qin Shulin felt that he had enough strength, but he lost his goal at the most critical moment.

This kind of feeling is like his attack power was predicted in advance.

"If you want to kill me, you don't deserve it!

An icy voice appeared behind Qin Shulin, and Chen Ping used the power of time and space to instantly teleport himself to the next second.

It's just that to others, this scene will seem a little weird.

After all, Chen Ping is not a true Infant Gathering Realm cultivator, even if he can leapfrog the challenge, but a genius like Qin Shulin can be compared to the ordinary Infant Gathering Peak.

What's more, when Qin Shulin used a spiritual tool.

"No, this is definitely not the power of space!"

On this small island, in addition to the children of the Qin family, there are also people from various families in Qiandaomen who came to watch the fun. At this time, they were all shocked by the power displayed by Chen Ping.

"Could it be?"

Someone exclaimed, as if thinking of something!

"Impossible!" These monks who thought of this possibility, rejected this possibility themselves, because it was really terrible.

But apart from this possibility, is there any other possibility?

When Chen Ping appeared behind Qin Shulin, the Heifeng giant sword in his hand had stabbed lightly.

Like the first sword, the original ordinary sword was in the weakest part of the space.

Even if Qin Shulin was beside him, with his realm as a buffer, this sword ripped apart everything around him in an instant.

Qin Shulin's already chaotic atmosphere became even more chaotic at this time.

However, he has always been a cultivator of Juying Dingfeng. Even in such a situation, he did not panic. It was just that he suffered losses in the hands of Chen Ping, which made him lose face.

In his opinion, dealing with a weak monk like Chen Ping was almost as easy as pinching an ant to death.

But who knew that in his eyes the existence of an ant made him make mistakes one after another.

The space in front of Qin Shulin kept collapsing, and his people appeared on the other side in embarrassment.

"Chen Ping, I admit that I underestimated you, but that's it, it's over!"

Qin Shulin said something softly, and then the breath on his body began to surge wildly.

It turned out that he didn't use all his strength just now. At this time, his figure seemed to suddenly become taller, and behind him, a huge phantom appeared.

This is the strength that the Dingfeng of Juying Realm should have. The monks in Juying Realm have been able to refine a clone, a clone with the consciousness of the deity.

It's just that the power of the clone is generally not as strong as that of the deity, but after all, it is the clone of the strong, with all kinds of magical powers such as the power of the strong.

At this time, what appeared behind Qin Shulin was not his clone, but his Nascent Soul.

Most of the cultivator's Nascent Soul is a projection of himself. Like Chen Ping, the Nascent Soul will eventually be a phantom of a dragon, which is unique.