Rural Shennong

Ever since Chen Ping became a martial arts master, he has never fought against a master of the same rank.

To put it bluntly, the theory is very rich, and the practical experience is almost equal to zero. Zuo Bingxiu is a pretty good touchstone.

How could Zuo Bingxiu stand such a provocation: "You are courting death!"

This time, he didn't relax his carelessness any more, and he exploded with [-]% of his inner strength when he shot.

Zuo Bingxiu's attack speed was many times faster than the previous one. Chen Ping's eyes were fixed, and he immediately flew back.

"Sure enough, as I expected, facing the attack of the martial arts master is completely different from watching the battle on the viewing platform."

Chen Ping's blood boiled, and a burst of fighting spirit rose from his bones instantly.

The palm missed Chen Ping, Zuo Bingxiu turned around, and swung his palm again.

And when he was rushing forward just now, he stepped on the edge of a shallow pit, and his speed was [-]% faster.

This palm was slapped in front of Chen Ping. It seemed simple, but Chen Ping found that all his hiding spaces were covered, and there was no way to avoid it. He could only touch it head-on.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, Chen Ping slapped Zuo Bingxiu's palm away, and immediately retracted his stomach, narrowly dodging a fierce knee bump.

Zuo Bingxiu knocked out with his knee and didn't hit Chen Ping, and didn't stop his move. He took advantage of the momentum and kicked Chen Ping's foot.

Chen Ping's reaction speed was also extremely fast, and he slapped his hands down, blocking Zuo Bingxiu's kick.

Zuo Bingxiu felt as if what he kicked was not a pair of hands, but a lightly fallen leaf, and that leg swung high all of a sudden.

Chen Ping was thrown out and landed ten meters away from Zuo Bingxiu.

Although the two sides fought back and forth for several moves, in the eyes of everyone, it was just a moment of breathing.

Ninety percent of the people didn't see the moves of both sides clearly, and found that Chen Ping was "flyed" far away.

This is simply a replica of Wei Hongye before!

The audience is about to climax.

"I knew Master Zuo was underestimating the enemy just now, did you see that? As long as Master Zuo is serious, this kid will only get beaten!"

"Tsk tsk, Chen Ping is really capable, and he can withstand the attack of Zuo Shi. It's a pity that he is too crazy and doesn't know how to bear it. If a few years later..."

"It's been so many years, do you think Master Zuo can give him a chance to get out of the ring alive!"

Lei Luan's mood was like a roller coaster, from the hope of Wei Hongye's coming to power, to the despair of his fiasco.

Then came Chen Ping's despair, hope, and despair again.

Lei Luan couldn't help but sighed: "Why bother? Why bother? Why didn't you tell me that you are already a master of martial arts? Bear with it, we won't have a chance to make a comeback in the future!"

Thinking of this, Lei Luan suddenly shouted loudly: "Stop fighting, we admit defeat!"

Like Lei Luan, the mood of the Yang family is also like a roller coaster.

Hearing Lei Luan's shout, Yang Hanye jumped up and said, "No, if you get on the ring, you will have to fight for life and death!"

"Master Zuo, don't give that kid a chance!"

Lei Luan is qualified to make Chen Ping, who represents the Lei family on stage, admit defeat.

But that also depends on whether Chen Pingtong agrees.

Just like the old man Wei just now, if he is determined to fight on, even if he dies on the stage, it will be useless for Lei Luan to shout.

When everyone was shouting loudly, Zuo Bingxiu had already rushed towards Chen Ping again, he was really afraid that Chen Ping would suddenly give up.

"Today you are doomed, no one can save you!"

Lei Luan was frightened and angry: "Chen Ping, give up quickly, I order you to give up, come down!"

Seeing that Chen Ping was still standing there motionless.

Many audience members laughed.

"Isn't this kid scared out of his wits?"

"Heh, if you were facing such a murderous Master Zuo, would you still have the time to think about anything else?"

"If it were me, I would have been scared to death!"

"Who told him to pretend, he deserves to die!"

Chen Ping was not frightened.

After several fights just now, he has roughly figured out Zuo Bingxiu's way.

Zuo Bingxiu is at most a mid-term master of internal strength who has penetrated less than twenty meridians, so it is impossible to pose any threat to him.

Chen Ping stood still, but he was completely relaxed.

Facing the oncoming palm, Chen Ping swayed out of his palm with a footwork that Zuo Bingxiu couldn't understand.

Chen Ping used the footwork in the Nine Forms of Cracking Stone, and dodged between Zuo Bingxiu's fists and palms.

Like a butterfly passing through a storm, it seems that it may be torn to pieces by the wind in the next second.

Lei Luan's heart jumped up to her throat, she clutched her chest, held her breath, and bit her lower lip.

Every time Chen Ping dodged from Zuo Bingxiu's fists and feet dangerously, it made her shudder.

Yang Hanye stood on the stool, clutching the upper edge of the bulletproof glass, flushed with excitement: "Kill him, kill him!"

Many people who took refuge in the Yang family also booed.

"Oh, this kick is just a little bit!"

"Did Chen Ping get shit luck? He happened to step on a pit, or he would be dead!"

"Retire, he retreats again, and if he retreats again, he will fall off the ring!"

Lei Luan couldn't help leaning forward: "It doesn't matter if you fall, at least you can save your life!"

At this moment, Lei Luan couldn't help praying silently, hoping that Chen Ping would take the opportunity to fall off the ring.

In the arena, Zuo Bingxiu knew himself, he finally experienced the helplessness that Wei Hongye felt just now.

As Chen Ping's opponent, he knew better than anyone else that Chen Ping was not as embarrassed as others seemed.

His continuous violent attacks didn't even touch Chen Ping's clothes.

What Chen Ping avoids is strolling in the courtyard, with ease.

Moreover, Chen Pingguang just dodges and does not attack, and consumes far less internal energy than him.

If the fight continued like this, he might be consumed to death by Chen Ping just like Wei Hongye before him.

What made Zuo Bingxiu even more terrified was that he had already noticed Chen Ping's true cultivation.

Damn, this kid only has a small amount of inner energy, but he has such a thick inner energy, which is stronger than me. What kind of exercises did he cultivate, and how many meridians did he penetrate!

Chen Ping couldn't hide it anymore, and he didn't pretend anymore.

There is no way, although the Changqing Jue can hide his cultivation, but that is when he does not use his inner strength.

He used the nine-style footwork of Lianshi, and he had to use his inner strength, so it was inevitable to expose his cultivation.

Zuo Bingxiu didn't want to kill or injure Chen Ping now, he just wanted to force Chen Ping off the ring to win before his internal energy was exhausted.

Seeing that Chen Ping was about to reach the edge of the ring, Zuo Bingxiu suddenly shouted: "Get down!"

Zuo Bingxiu was like a spinning top, with one foot touching the ground, one foot sweeping across, both arms were fully opened, and began to spin extremely fast, and the tyrannical internal energy completely exploded.

Chen Ping had no way of retreating, no way of avoiding, so he didn't dodge at all. He stood on the spot and raised his arms and one leg to resist Zuo Bingxiu's attack.

"Bang bang bang!"

Like a target, Chen Ping was hit continuously by Zuo Bingxiu's fists and feet.

The sound was like hundreds of people beating drums at the same time, it was deafening.

"Crash!"

The bulletproof glass in the front row was overwhelmed, and a large pile was shattered by the shock.

The spectators who were closer to the edge of the ring covered their ears and curled up into a ball in pain.

The audience, who were far away, widened their eyes and opened their mouths, their faces full of shock.