Rural Shennong

Chen Ping stood up slowly, flexed his muscles, and said to himself: "If I was so strong back then, then Mao Ting might not be able to take a single blow from me."

Just as he thought of this, Chen Ping heard a hasty knock on the door.

It is not appropriate to disturb him when he is practicing. The mobile phone is kept by the butcher who guards the door.

If there is no urgent matter, Shazhuqiang will not knock on the door easily.

"What's the matter?" Opening the door, Chen Ping found Sha Zhuqiang's face full of anxiety.

Butcher handed the phone to Chen Ping: "Master, my wife was beaten."

Chen Ping quickly answered the phone and heard Zhao Xuemei's voice.

Zhao Xuemei told him what happened just now.

Chen Ping heard that Zhao Xuemei's breath was a little uneven, and her words leaked out: "Qiangzi said you were beaten?"

Zhao Xuemei spat bloody spit: "It's okay, I just got slapped and lost two teeth, and I still can't die!"

Chen Ping said coldly: "You tell those people to wait, I'll go over right away."

In the corridor of the office building of the pharmaceutical factory, Zhao Xuemei hung up the phone, took out a tissue and wiped her mouth: "Our boss will be here right away, you're done!"

Yang Hanye let out a "poof" laugh: "Don't talk about your boss, even your boss' father came over and knelt and licked my feet in front of me!"

Zhao Xuemei folded her arms and sneered, without saying a word.

In less than 10 minutes, everyone heard a very dense sound of car motors.

As they approached, there were bursts of crackling and fighting sounds downstairs, mixed with the screams of many people.

The sound of fighting was getting closer and closer, and they had already reached the stairs.

Yang Hanye frowned slightly: "Master Yan, go and see what's going on!"

Chen Ping brought an apprentice, two brothers, and seven No. 80 powerful subordinates, and the speed of fighting was far beyond Yang Hanye's estimate.

Yan Wanfeng had just walked a few steps when he saw Chen Ping approaching him, he paused slightly: "Why is it you?"

Yang Hanye turned the wheelchair and looked, surprised and angry: "Chen Ping? Why are you here?"

Chen Ping said coldly: "It's not that you want to see me? I am the boss of this pharmaceutical factory!"

The veins on Yang Hanye's forehead collapsed: "It's you again, why is it you again?"

"Why are you always haunted!"

Chen Ping smiled lightly: "I didn't invite you here."

"Young Master Yang, don't you want to buy my pharmaceutical factory?"

"I dare to sell, do you dare to buy? You bring the contract, and I will sign it right away!"

"But I have to tell you, my medicine is made of top-quality Artemisia annua, and the price is not cheap!"

Yang Hanye almost exploded on the spot out of breath.

He thought about the painful memories of the acquisition of Lei Jialan's winery.

Such a mobilizing crowd came here and wanted to acquire the pharmaceutical factory arrogantly, but Chen Ping wanted to sell it to him directly, but he really didn't dare to buy it!

Grief, indignation, humiliation, and a trace of fear almost drove Yang Hanye crazy: "Yan Wanfeng, fuck him to death!"

Yan Wanfeng glanced contemptuously at the crowd behind Chen Ping: "More than people?"

"Boy, I'll teach you to be good today, sometimes it's useless to have too many people!"

As a martial artist with great external strength, ordinary people are no different from ants to him.

Chen Ping said calmly: "You don't need a gang fight, I'm enough!"

Yan Wanfeng shook his neck, and there was a crackling sound from the joints: "Arrogance! The surname is Chen, you should have died a long time ago. I can only blame you for your bad luck. You met me today!"

After saying that, he bent his knees and kicked his legs fiercely, and at the same time the floor tiles under his feet burst instantly, his figure also rushed towards Chen Ping like a cheetah.

In Yan Wanfeng's eyes, Chen Ping was much stronger than when he saw it before, and his cultivation had reached the realm of small accomplishment of external strength.

How old is Chen Ping?The last time Yan Wanfeng met Chen Ping, Chen Ping was just a beginner in foreign strength.

Introductory external strength, small success, mid-term, great success, peak.

The breakthrough of each realm is a threshold for warriors.

Every time an ordinary warrior crosses a threshold, it is calculated in units of years.

Yan Wanfeng thought to himself, if this monster continues to grow so fast, it will become a serious problem for the Yang family.

So even if Yang Hanye didn't order, Yan Wanfeng would strangle Chen Ping, a genius beyond common sense, at the budding stage, and would not give him another chance to grow.

Yan Wanfeng was in the air, turned around and swung his legs, a beautiful dragon swung its tail, and slammed Chen Ping's head fiercely.

Before the feet arrived, the strong wind from the legs made the faces of the people around Chen Ping ache.

"Master, be careful!"

"Brother, go back!"

Duan Peilong and the others have never seen a warrior with great external strength and terrifying attack power. Usually, when Chen Ping and them practiced against each other, they would always fight in silence.

They were all frightened by Yan Wanfeng's kick.

Yan Wanfeng's foot was about to hit Chen Ping's face. Seeing that he was still indifferent, he thought Chen Ping was scared out of his wits.

"go to hell!"

"Oh!"

Yan Wanfeng hit the kick, but it was a pity that it was different from the scene he had imagined, when Chen Ping was kicked and passed out.

Chen Ping actually raised his hand at the critical moment to block the attack.

Yan Wanfeng's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead: "Impossible!"

He only used [-]% of his strength in this kick, because he was afraid that if he tried his best, he would kick Chen Ping's head off on the spot, which would be too disgusting.

But even with [-]% strength, it is far from being able to be blocked by a martial artist with a small amount of external strength, not to mention that Chen Ping only raised one arm.

It's unscientific that this arm hasn't been kicked and broken!

Yan Wanfeng knew within a thousandth of a second that he was overweight, and wanted to stop immediately.

But Chen Ping didn't give him this chance.

With a backhand clasp, Chen Ping clasped Yan Wanfeng's ankle, followed the strength of his swinging legs, like swinging a human stick, and slammed it against the wall.

"boom!"

Yan Wanfeng, who covered his head with his hands, was tense all over. He is indeed a warrior with great external strength, harder than a real wooden stick.

Broken cement, bricks, and large pieces of wall skin were smashed and scattered, and even the glass beside the wall was shattered by the shock.

Yan Wanfeng resisted the blood churning in his stomach, twisted his waist sharply in mid-air, and drove the foot caught by Chen Ping to spin rapidly, and finally broke free from Chen Ping's tiger claws.

It's too late to say it, but it's too fast, and the two sides only have a moment to fight.

When Yan Wanfeng fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassing posture, the cement bricks and broken glass fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Whether it was Yang Hanye and his bodyguards, or Chen Ping's brothers and subordinates, they all looked dumbfounded.

These are martial arts masters, are they still human?

These people were stunned in shock, but they didn't know that Yan Wanfeng was the most shocked.

There was already a storm in his heart.

In his 20s, he was able to fight on equal terms with a martial artist with great external strength like him, and even had a slight upper hand.

At this moment, Yan Wanfeng had only one thought in his mind.

Monster, peerless monster, this son must not stay!