Chapter 266

"Boom!"

The loud noise kept coming, and the students of the martial arts school in the periphery all turned pale and hurried back.

This is the first time they have seen three grade fighters fight.

Although Fang Ping's Vajra fist has not reached the stage of great success, it has the same fist power, deep blood and great power.

He didn't have a deep progress in the cultivation of combat methods, but he had strong mental strength and faster reaction speed than ordinary people.

Although Zhang Zhenhua is strong, he does not have an advantage over Fang Ping.

Fang Ping avoided Zhang Zhenhua's attack several times and frantically attacked his key points with the advantage of speed. Instead, Zhang Zhenhua was more busy than him!

"You think I'm still what I was before!"

Fang Ping hummed softly in his heart. When he reached the peak of the third grade, his physique and Qi and blood were much stronger than the general third grade peak martial artist. The quenching of his bone marrow made his bone strength stronger by three points. The combat method of the explosion of the same Qi and blood was also more powerful than others.

Zhang Zhenhua's natural Juli is a great advantage for others, but it doesn't work in Fangping.

The only disadvantage of Fang Ping at the moment is that the cultivation time of combat methods is not long, the proficiency is poor, and the power of big moves is poor.

Others, no one is better than him.

Against Zhang Zhenhua, Fang Ping still focuses on skilled tactics!

Zhang Zhenhua's speed is a little faster than adjustment. He is also impatient and unwilling.

Just when Fang Ping hit again, Zhang Zhenhua suddenly roared violently. The double maces made a huge roar and went straight to Fang Ping's shoulders.

As soon as Fang Ping's face changed, he wanted to avoid it, but he felt a strong momentum suppressing himself!

"When I didn't kill anyone!"

Fang Ping also exuded a trace of blood and gas, and his mental power burst out in an instant and pressed down the opposite side!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Ping's whole body Qi and blood strength gathered at one point and broke out in an instant!

Outsiders only saw Fang Ping's toes stepping on the ground and breaking the stone surface at his feet. Then Fang Ping rose from the ground and flew out fiercely!

Zhang Zhenhua on the opposite side also roared fiercely. The double maces were pressed down and smashed down quickly.

Just when they thought they were going to collide, Fang Ping suddenly took a step in the air and suddenly raised his body by a large section. This time, he avoided Zhang Zhenhua's double Maces.

……

Periphery.

The thin old man frowned and said in a deep voice, "what's the matter with Zhenhua!"

Even if Zhang Zhenhua's speed is slower than Fang Ping's, he won't react and continue to make big moves down after Fang Ping steps into the air. Isn't this trying to die?

Just then, an old man with white hair and beard stepped into the air and said with a smile: "mental interference!"

"Huh?"

The thin old man was stunned. The white haired old man explained: "mental strength!"

"He?"

"Yes."

The thin old man's face has changed!

He is still far from the top of the five grades

The white haired old man is the strongest in Changyang Village. He said so, it should be no accident.

……

While they were talking.

Fang Ping stepped into the air, raised his figure and directly avoided the other party's big move. Zhang Zhenhua's move had a great burst of blood.

The double maces have not been knocked down, and the gravel on the ground has been splashed out. The martial artists in the periphery have blocked it one after another to prevent the gravel from hurting people.

And Fang Ping, who stepped into the air, took advantage of Zhang Zhenhua's move to hit the air, and his Qi and blood were difficult to level. He closed his fists, bowed down, and smashed it down!

"Boom!"

The loud dull noise was like hitting a cowhide drum.

Fang Ping hit Zhang Zhenhua on the back. Zhang Zhenhua roared. His back muscles and bones creaked. His feet were deep in the ground. The whole person was almost hit by Fang Ping.

One punch hit, Fang Ping didn't stop, "boom", hit again!

"Poof!"

Zhang Zhenhua was spewing blood from his mouth. He knelt down and couldn't stand up. There was a roar like a beast in his mouth!

When a warrior fights, one move can divide life and death.

He broke out a big move and wanted to win or lose with one move. As a result, Fang Ping had a whim and suppressed him with mental strength. At the same time, it also interfered with him for a moment. In such a moment, Fang Ping found a chance and hit him on his knees with two fists and couldn't stand up.

"Zhenhua!"

"Bastard!"

“……”

Some middle-aged and old martial artists in the periphery are angry one after another!

No one expected that the two fought for a moment. When Zhang Zhenhua broke out a big move, Fang Ping seized the opportunity and hit his back with two fists, so he couldn't get up on his knees.

"Shut up!"

The old man with white hair gave a cold drink and said, "this is the end of the competition. You can stop!"

At the moment, Fang Ping is putting on airs and preparing his third punch, aiming at Zhang Zhenhua's head.

Hearing this, Fang Ping closed his hand, took a step backward, fell in place, very natural and unrestrained, and said with a smile: "fortunately, don't blame your predecessors."

At the moment, Fang Ping is still a little excited.

Learned another move!

Only the master can understand the use of spiritual power, even LV fengrou knows a little.

Fang Ping actually didn't expect that he had just developed momentum and cooperated with his spiritual force to suppress Zhang Zhenhua. Zhang Zhenhua's thinking that he could suppress suddenly stagnated. Fang Ping saw that he was stuck for a while. He didn't know the opportunity was coming. If he didn't want to kill, he could blow Zhang Zhenhua's head out with one punch.

Nevertheless, Zhang Zhenhua was also seriously injured at the moment. Several young people hurried forward to check his situation.

Zhang Zhenguang looked at Fang Ping with complicated eyes, carefully pulled out Zhang Zhenhua whose feet were trapped in the pit, looked at Fang Ping and stopped talking.

Fang Ping's victory over Zhang Zhenhua was particularly relaxed.

But Zhang Zhenguang knows that his eldest brother is not so weak. Is Fang Ping strong enough?

Before Zhang Zhenguang made a sound, the white haired old man who had just arrived said with a faint smile: "it's much easier to explore talents than us, such as magic Wu and Jingwu. My little friend is a little unexpected."

The third grade martial artist has made a spiritual deterrent. Although it is not too strong, it can also be regarded as a master's means.

Of course, Fang Ping can only make some slight interference at the moment.

Unlike the cunning he had seen, the four or five martial artists who pressed directly became meat sauce.

That's the real spiritual shock suppression!

But Fang Ping is still very satisfied. He has spiritual power, which is not a pure external force like infinite Qi and blood.

Sanpinjing uses spiritual power to suppress his opponent, which is also the embodiment of his strength.

As for why mental strength is stronger than others... Fang Ping doesn't admit that it is the credit of the system anyway. He doesn't use the system to force mental strength.

Only talent!

Even if there is no wealth value, Fang Ping can use his spiritual power, which can be recovered by himself.

"It's a fluke to praise the master."

Fang Ping said modestly. If he is not modest, he can't. the other party feels his spiritual power. Nine times out of ten, it is the peak of six grades. This kind of martial arts can't be provoked.

I just beat Zhang Zhenhua, but I don't want to be beaten.

"Lucky?" The old man with white hair shook his head gently.

Sanpin can use mental power. If it's lucky, it's also great luck. I'm afraid I can't find a second one. I can't reason about it.

However, the white haired old man kindly reminded: "excessive consumption of mental power will cause mental fatigue, even if you can't wake up, you should pay attention to some..."

Fang Ping nodded quickly!

No wonder LV fengrou often doesn't wake up. She should be exercising her mental strength.

But I... then there's no need to remind.

It's a big deal. Spend some wealth to replenish it.

"Thank you for reminding me..."

Fang Ping just finished thanking him. The old man who had just returned his kindness suddenly said, "you can leave!"

Fang Ping's face stiffened. It's too fast!

But it's good to beat someone's baby pimple and they don't get angry.

Fang Ping didn't dare to stay for a long time. He pulled out his long knife and left quickly.

……

After Fang Ping walked for a while, the old man with white hair suddenly burst into a strong momentum and hummed: "get out and come to Changyang Village again. I'll kill you!"

"Cut, I'm afraid you can't?"

In mid air, a figure appeared from time to time. I vaguely heard someone sneer: "don't die so soon, fight with you sooner or later!"

"Get out!"

The old man with white hair was furious, and some martial artists nearby retreated one after another, full of fear.

"Boring, stingy, hit your grandson, not you..."

"Do you roll or not!"

The white haired old man was very angry and suddenly shot straight into the sky. Then the people heard a burst of thunder. After a while, the white haired old man fell to the ground and split the ground with one foot, with cracks all over the square.

The thin old man next to him said, "who?"

"The immortal sword of magic force!"

The white haired old man snorted softly and said in a stuffy voice: "arrogant bastard, peeping into the sky without permission. If he doesn't want to fight, let him look good!"

"Changsheng swordsman Li Changsheng!"

The thin old man took a breath and said, "why is this old guy out of magic?"

"President Zhang died in the battle, the three great masters were absent, and everyone else was guarding in the cave. The genius of magic Wu was honed. In addition to him, others could not afford the field."

"Immortal sword... What a pity."

The thin old man suddenly shook his head and sighed gently.

Now, among the strong men at the peak of the six products of magic and martial arts, LV fengrou calls himself "invincible martial arts" and claims that there is no enemy under the master.

Tang Feng, the "crazy lion", also has a great reputation and is known as the top three under the master.

Of course, there are flattering ingredients in it.

But before these two men rose, the "immortal swordsman" of magic Wu was the top strong man who was most expected to be a master. With a immortal sword, five grades cut six grades and stepped into the six grades, everyone felt that his master was imminent.

However, after the trip to the grottoes, the name of Changsheng sword completely disappeared in the martial arts world.

The white haired old man snorted, "what a pity! No one has died in the war these years! The master died more than one!"

"He Li Changsheng was only badly hurt in spirit. It was luck not to die!"

The thin old man regretted: "there is one master missing... No, it can be two.

After that war, LV fengrou, the devil Wu, almost went crazy, and the immortal sword failed to recover. Otherwise, the devil Wu may now be the six great masters and hold the position of the first famous school. As for this, Master Zhang had to fight many times, seriously injured himself, and finally the golden body was destroyed. "

The old man with white hair won't say more. No matter how strong the immortal swordsman is, it's still the same year.

Today's Li Changsheng is just an ordinary six grade peak. His spiritual strength is hard hit and can't heal. The master has no hope. Sooner or later, he will walk through the cave, and there will be no immortal sword in the world.

……

Fang Ping, who has left in a hurry, naturally doesn't know this scene.

After defeating Zhang Zhenhua, Fang Ping was in a very good mood.

Without staying in Changyang Village for a long time, Fang Ping drove to Wanshan Temple overnight, which is also the strongest opponent since this trip.

No. 7 in the third grade list!

It is said that there is a master in Wanshan temple. Fang Ping doesn't know whether it is true or not.

Because the master of Wanshan temple did not enter the master list.

Fang Ping inquired with old man Li before. Old man Li explained to him that the old monk of Wanshan temple has entered Zhongzhou Grottoes for 6 years and has not returned for 6 years, so the probability of death is great!

However, in Zhongzhou grottoes, master Zhao Xingwu University, who is in charge of Zhongzhou, should be able to detect once a war breaks out or falls.

Now I haven't found the fall of the master. The old monk of Wanshan temple may not have died and went deep into the cave.

However, after six years, the hope of surviving is really small. The name of the old monk is no longer entered in the master list.

Whether you are alive or not can only depend on the future.

……

On the evening of the 13th, Fang Ping arrived at Yuntai mountain where Wanshan temple is located.

On the 14th, Fang Ping just entered the mountain and the mountain pass. A young monk with shaved head and dressed in monk robes bowed with his hands folded and smiled like Maitreya.

"Benefactor Fang, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Flower monk?"

The little monk looked stiff and said with a light smile, "benefactor seems to have misunderstood the little monk?"

Holding a long knife, Fang Ping joked: "it's not what I said. When the list of three products came out, no one else had a nickname. You have it. Flower monk Jie se. You are the first martial artist to be revealed. I heard that you often go down the mountain to look for flowers and willows..."

Bai Nen, the monk of ring color, blushed slightly and said with a smile, "benefactor misunderstood. The rumor can't be true. For example, benefactor Fang's rumor is that he only hits women's breasts. Can it be true?"

Fang Ping said with a smile, "I've played, so the rumors are true."

The monk jiese's face was stiff. After a long time, he said, "if you don't come, I'm ready to challenge you. Since you're here, let's do it!"

"This?"

Fang Ping looked around, but there were many tourists around.

"That's it. Every man has a responsibility when the country is in trouble. Everyone should respect martial arts!"

"You shouldn't be a monk!"

"You should be a monk!"

The monk jiese said, his monk's robe suddenly burst open and split, revealing his strong upper body. He laughed and said, "in the way, Zhang Zhenhua is defeated by you. No one in Zhongzhou can be enemy to me. You're just in time!"

"The flower monk has a good figure!"

This time, Fang Ping didn't give up his knife. Many tourists around him should fight handsome and win simply!

As soon as their voice fell, they had jumped into the air. The Zen stick and the long knife collided instantly, and the roar echoed in the mountains.

……

Halfway up the mountain.

Old man Li turned his mouth, and an old monk in cassock beside him also showed a smiling face, smiled and said, "it's nice to be young..."

"Two little calves, playing an exhibition game?"

Old man Li scolded. The two three-level warriors don't fight on the ground. They fight in the air. Their heads are flooded!

But fighting in the air... It looks much more handsome.

"Young man..."

The old monk smiled and blossomed. He was happy for some reason.

……

foot of a hill.

In mid air.

The air of Fang Ping's long knife was airtight, and sometimes the air of chopping exploded.

Monk Jie se has a dignified face, but ranking third and seventh is a false reputation.

Zen stick, it's used for facade.

The Buddhist monk jiese threw his Zen stick straight into a stone wall. The next moment, the Buddhist monk jiese's muscles swelled and his white skin instantly turned yellow!

In the distant voices of outsiders, the monk changed his hands and staged a drama of grabbing the white blade with empty hands.

Fang Ping's class B long knife broke out five consecutive cuts with amazing momentum. The monk Jie se closed his hands and directly clamped the blade.

In mid air, Fang Ping was furious, his arms bulging, directly cracked his coat, held a long knife, and pushed the little monk into the stone wall not far away. "I won't play with you!"

Monk Jie se suddenly laughed, released his long knife and fell straight in an instant.

Fang Ping was not surprised. He fought in the air. Handsome is handsome, but it is difficult to exert his strength. His life consumption is huge. If the monk doesn't go down, he has to go down.

From a commanding position, Fang Ping held the knife in both hands. The blood awn on the blade flashed and fell down in an instant!

Monk Jie se stepped on the ground with his toes, his body flashed and disappeared in front of the stone wall.

And Fang Ping's blade still cuts to the stone wall.

"Boom!"

After a loud noise, a knife mark several meters long and tens of centimeters deep was left on the stone wall.

Fang Ping didn't stop at all. He turned around with a knife and cut off the monk jiese again.

……

Halfway up the mountain.

Someone shouted in a low voice, "tear down the mountain? Two bastards, I'll slap you to death next time I meet you!"

Then he looked at the smiling but silent Li Changsheng with a frightened face, hummed and left in the air.

Such a big mountain is not owned by Wanshan temple.

……

At the foot of the mountain.

The place where Fang Ping and Jie se fought was already in a mess.

In the past, Fang Ping saw the battlefield left by the two eight grade masters.

At that time, Fang Ping felt that master bapin was very strong and non-human.

Until today, Fang Ping has long understood that the fight between the eight strong men of mankind means to weigh each other's strength.

It is more the battle of spiritual power than reality.

I'm afraid the battle scenes left over from that day are just the damage caused by the overflow of mental strength.

Brother pony and master Tam may not have fought with gold.

At the moment, he and the little monk were completely unscrupulous. I'm afraid the battle field left by him was no worse than that left by the eighth grade on that day.

Non human, they are now!

It's not inhuman to easily pinch the steel. What's inhuman?

The top martial arts of the third grade fight with all their strength. Without scruples, the destructive power is beyond imagination!

……

There were many onlookers in this war.

Many ordinary people are shocked beyond comparison!

Walking in the air and splitting rocks, is this the warrior?

How many products?

Master?

They dare not think too low, but master, is it possible?

Two such young people!

Now the two are fighting, and we dare not look close, but before, the monk was waiting at the foot of the mountain. Fang Ping went up the mountain with a knife, and many people saw it.

Two young people, very young!

"Wuzhe... This is wuzhe..."

Said a thousand, said ten thousand, also did not really see the shock.

In the crowd, a man with a cheap smile, holding a camera alone, dancing, spitting and flying, said, "see?

This is just a fight between the three martial arts!

I'm also a third grade. Don't I question the authenticity of Liu Dali's bare handed cutting of steel bars?

Are you still questioning?

I Liu Dali just disdain to explain! "

Liu Dali said so, but he was sad in his heart. I'm only in the middle of the third grade. I'm not the same level as them. Don't let me prove myself again. I can't play such destructive power.