Rural Shennong

Martial arts masters make moves, lightning and flint.

Chen Ping was knocked out of the way, exposing more than half of Wang Jiajia behind him, enough for several warriors nearby to attack.

One wrong move, one wrong move, in order to protect Wang Jiajia, Chen Ping had to use more energy to resist the attack.

The cooperation of several warriors is becoming more and more tacit.

On the surface, Chen Ping seemed unstoppable and might be brought down at any time.

But he is like a stubborn stone in the raging waves, just standing still.

"puff!"

A martial artist spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards from the battle circle.

"Clang!" A machete was broken by Chen Ping, and the broken blade pierced into the lower abdomen of the knife holder. He clutched his stomach and screamed and fell to the ground.

The confidence of the remaining warriors was about to be crushed by Chen Ping.

Is this a monster?They are all warriors with external strength, even if he is the peak of external strength, he is not so strong, right?

Although money is touching, but if you have money, you have to spend it with your life.

Just when the few remaining fighters were about to retreat, several cars rushed under the elevated intersection.

Seeing that Chen Ping hadn't been killed, the men who jumped out of the car burst out laughing.

"I'm not late yet!"

"This bunch of trash can't be called Chen together."

"Isn't this just right? Let's pick up ready-made ones."

The warriors who were about to retreat saw that support was coming, and then heard the words of those colleagues on the road, all of them revived their spirits.

"Work harder, no matter how strong a person surnamed Chen is, his physical strength is not unlimited."

"Yes, we can't let others take advantage of it."

No matter how strong a warrior is, he is still made of flesh and blood.

If any of them had been besieged for such a long time by so many external force masters, they would be so tired that they would get down on the ground.

Although Chen Ping took a few drops of spirit liquid during the fight, he was still very tired.

There is a limit to the amount of spiritual liquid, if you use too much at one time, the meridians in Chen Ping's body will feel swollen and painful.

Fortunately, he was constantly punched and kicked, which dispelled some of the surging medicinal power of the spiritual liquid.

Otherwise, there is no need for this group of people to fight again, and he himself will be knocked out by a large dose of psychic liquid.

With the addition of new forces, Chen Ping fell into a greater passive position.

"He's injured!" Wielding a long stick, the martial artist who made a bloody gash on Chen Ping's waist was so excited that he was dying.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ping dragged the stick to him and smashed his elbow on his temple. He passed out on the spot.

This martial artist has not completely collapsed to the ground, someone can't wait to fill his position.

A gleaming dagger almost stuck to the head of the dead warrior and stabbed at Chen Ping.

Chen Ping turned his head and snatched the dagger, but there were warriors attacking him on the other side, he couldn't dodge too much, otherwise he would send his head to the opponent's attack.

So although he dodged, the dagger still cut his neck.

The blood shot out, and Chen Ping looked as if his head had been beheaded.

In fact, Chen Ping had already avoided the vital point, but his blood vessel was cut, and he sealed the injury with his inner strength in an instant.

"He's dying!"

"Death to me!"

"Don't block me, Chen Ping's life is mine!"

Chen Ping's blood made the eyes of all the criminals turn red.

This group of people seemed to see a player with only a bloody skin left in the boss in the game, and they all started to fight for monsters desperately.

Not to mention the master fighters who besieged Chen Ping, even the gangsters on the periphery found a gap to greet Chen Ping with the iron machete in their hands.

Chen Ping suddenly stomped on the ground, and everyone felt the ground tremble, as if a small earthquake had occurred.

His left foot had stepped on a half-foot-deep hole on the board of the viaduct, and half of his calf was sunk in.

With this fixed left leg as the axis, Chen Ping swung his right leg high, and it was a domineering sweep: "Get out!"

"Bang bang bang! bang bang bang! bang bang bang!"

The machetes and sticks wielded by the masters besieging him were all swept away by his kick.

The silhouettes flying upside down and the weapons all over the sky fell, and the scene was silent.

Chen Ping pulled his left foot out of the collapsed hole, turned his head and spit out a mouthful of bloody spittle: "Just you chickens and dogs, are you worthy of being called warriors?"

Seeing that Chen Ping was covered in blood, but tall and straight, everyone swallowed subconsciously, their faces were filled with indescribable shock.

The opponent who was lying on the ground next to him made him look like a demon god from hell.

"He...he is not human!"

"He's a devil, he's a devil!!"

"I don't do it anymore!"

While being shocked, some people also showed admiration that was hard to hide.

If it were any one of them, they would have been hacked into pieces long ago, and it is absolutely impossible to survive until now.

Zhao Bao, the head of the bodyguards of the Yang family, saw that Chen Ping was frightened by these warriors on the road, and quickly shouted: "Chen Ping is already at the end of his strength, he is just holding on."

"If you're afraid of his ass, give it to me! If you don't want 5000 million, then don't blame me for taking this big deal!"

After Zhao Bao finished speaking, he put his mobile phone on the front of a car, took the two Yang family warriors behind him, and a group of bodyguards to kill Chen Ping.

Zhao Bao didn't want to give Chen Ping any chance to breathe while you were sick and killed you.

Yang Hanye didn't hang up the phone, he was still waiting to announce the good news to his master!

A martial artist pierced Chen Ping's head with both fists, Zhao Bao kicked Chen Ping's waist, and the last martial artist swept across Chen Ping's ankle.

The warriors of the Yang family stayed together all year round, and the tacit understanding of cooperation was far from being comparable to those big bosses who were usually at odds with each other and intrigue with each other.

The fists and kicks of the three Yang family warriors attacked Chen Ping almost at the same time.

Chen Ping made a small jump to avoid the sweep under his feet, and at the same time raised his hands to block the fists of a warrior.

But Zhao Bao's kick landed firmly on his waist.

"Oh!"

Zhao Bao kicked Chen Ping's clothes to pieces, and the rags flew, and the wound on Chen Ping's waist burst out a large amount of blood.

Chen Ping was angry: "You all have to die!"

If he singled out people like Zhao Bao, Chen Ping could win without using his inner strength, at most he would be a little embarrassed, but those gangsters were still there.

Ants kill elephants more often, and those gangsters will not let go of the opportunity to add insult to injury.

At this time, if you keep your hole cards, if you don't use your inner strength, let alone protect Wang Jiajia, it's hard to say whether he can save his life.

Chen Ping circulated his internal strength, and the broken clothes suddenly moved automatically without wind, and a breathtaking aura erupted from his body.

Zhao Bao turned pale with shock, in a trance, he seemed to have a feeling that he was facing Zuo Bingxiu.

Just when Chen Ping was about to use the nine stone-cracking moves and was about to start a massacre, there was a deafening roar in the distance.

Everyone followed the sound and saw dozens of cars coming from the direction of the lower city.

Those cars rushed straight towards the crowd, and immediately made the gangsters roll and crawl, avoiding in all directions.

"Zizizi~!"

The piercing sound of brakes came blowing towards the face with a large amount of burnt smoke from the tires rubbing against the ground.

"Dare to touch my elder brother, you are courting death!"