Rural Shennong

This middle-aged woman looked to be in her early forties, but the vicissitudes in her eyes were not what she should have at her age.

Obviously, her actual age may be far more than 40 years old.

She is one of the two masters of the Lingnan Industry and Commerce Association, Zhan Ping, a martial arts master whose cultivation has reached the embryonic stage.

If Zhan Ping is related to Zhan Youji, the leading figure in Lingnan medicine, she is Zhan Youji's aunt.

Lei Luan, who was watching the concert, asked in confusion, "Mr. Zhan, what's wrong with you?"

Zhan Ping looked solemn: "Over Zaoxiang Mountain, there is a master who made a move."

Lei Luan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly her pretty face turned pale.

She didn't see Chen Ping at the concert today. It stands to reason that Chen Ping invited her to join him, so it didn't make sense to come and say hello.

That can only show that Chen Ping encountered something urgent.

She called Chen Ping, but Chen Ping didn't answer.

As soon as he heard that a grandmaster had made a move, Lei Luan immediately thought of Chen Ping being in danger.

"Mr. Zhan, go and have a look right away!"

Zhan Ping shook her head and said, "No, I'm not sure whether the Grandmaster is an enemy or a friend."

"What if he still has accomplices and makes a plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain?"

"A few days ago, the president of Xijiang Province was almost killed by an attack, and he is still lying in the hospital. That is a lesson from the past."

"I must protect you personally."

Lei Luan said anxiously: "Mr. Zhan, I have elite guards from our Lingnan Special Service Operation Team here, so nothing will go wrong."

Zhan Ping's attitude was very tough: "Then let the people from the action team go and have a look."

Lei Luan couldn't screw Zhan Ping, and it was useless to be anxious, I'm afraid she wanted to leave now, and Zhan Ping wouldn't let her leave easily.

In desperation, Lei Luan could only order Bao Chong and Wei Manqiong of the action team to go to Zaoxiang Mountain to investigate immediately.

Wei Manqiong and Wei Manting are cousins, both from the Wei family. The relationship between the Wei family and Chen Ping is quite good. Many disciples are in Haicheng and work for Chen Ping.

Although Bao Chong had just joined the Lingnan Special Service Team not long ago, his relationship with Chen Ping was even stronger.

If they got there and saw Chen Ping in distress, they would definitely not stand idly by.

As long as they reveal their identities as the Lingnan Special Service Operation Team, even the Grandmasters may not dare to act rashly.

When Bao Chong and Wei Manqiong left with a few masters, Lei Luan was still restless, he was a master.

"I hope they can make it in time!"

"If they go late!" Thinking of the consequences, Lei Luan's eyes darkened, "Then I don't care who you are, I will make you pay the price!"

In the small depression deep in Zaoxiang Mountain, the original appearance has long been lost.

Broken rocks and broken wood can be seen everywhere, mixed with half a foot of soil that has been dug out, and mixed together by the rain, forming a rotten mud pond with a radius of more than 200 meters.

Bao Zhixi was stunned, she rubbed her eyes in disbelief: "Fist... Fist style? Grandmaster?"

Her scalp is numb, Chen Ping is only too old, just over 28 years old.

Not to mention being in the secular world.

The cave where the hidden sect and the hidden family are located is full of aura, outstanding people, and it is rare to be able to reach the level of a master before the age of 30.

What shocked Bao Zhixi even more was that when Bao Zhixi left Chen Ping just over half a year ago, Chen Ping had just broken through to a martial arts master not long ago.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Bao Zhixi would not have believed it was true.

Even more shocking than Bao Zhixi was Zhao Jiehu who was punched flying by Chen Ping.

"You are actually a grandmaster, how dare you..."

He couldn't go on.

Chen Ping didn't forgive others, and regardless of his injuries, he launched a continuous attack like a storm on Zhao Jiehu.

Zhao Jiehu, who was hit by a series of punches, retreated again and again.

Zhao Jiehu is going crazy.

Chen Ping's boxing style is very strange and domineering.

Even if he blocked Chen Ping's punching wind, the destructive power of that punching wind was still like tarsal maggots.

The forearm, legs, feet and other parts of his body that blocked the wind of the fist lingered, destroying and interfering with the little aura he had left.

The heavy punch in his chest made him feel like a branding iron was hanging on his chest, and he endured painful torture all the time.

If Chen Ping could give him even half a stick of incense to rest and recover, he would have a way to temporarily suppress the injury.

But the reality is very cruel, not to mention half a stick of incense, Chen Ping didn't even give Zhao Jiehu a chance to catch his breath.

Zhao Jiehu's fighting experience is obviously much richer than that of Chen Ping.

Chen Ping took the upper hand and pressed him to fight. In order to reverse the unfavorable situation, Zhao Jiehu also went all out.

Facing Chen Ping's heavy punch, Zhao Jiehu didn't dodge to block any more, but directly stabbed Chen Ping in the heart.

This is a life-and-death style of play.

Anyway, Chen Ping couldn't kill him with one punch. If he stabbed Chen Ping in the heart, Chen Ping would definitely die.

If Chen Ping dared to hide, then Chen Ping's continuous attack would be broken, and Zhao Jiehu would have a chance to counterattack.

Chen Ping also saw Zhao Jiehu's thoughts, he didn't intend to withdraw his punches at all, he just twisted his upper body slightly to avoid the vital parts of his heart.

"Pfft!"

Chen Ping's upper left chest was pierced by the soft sword.

"Oh!"

Zhao Jiehu was hit on the head firmly by the wind of the fist, his face was like a flower blooming, the snot and tears mixed with blood and teeth, scattered and splattered in all directions.

At the moment Zhao Jiehu was hit flying, Chen Ping reached out and grabbed the blade of the soft sword, leaving the soft sword on his body.

Looking from the front, Chen Ping's injuries didn't seem serious, even if the sword stabbed in his chest hadn't been pulled out yet.

Because there is only a small opening there.

But behind Chen Ping, a bloody hole the size of a baby's fist was blown out by the sword energy attached to the soft sword.

The bone fragments, muscle fragments, and a large piece of blood blasted out for several meters.

Chen Ping was severely injured, his face turned pale, his feet softened and he half-kneeled on the ground, the continuous attack was interrupted.

He quickly drank two drops of spiritual liquid to suppress the injury.

Not far away, Zhao Jiehu got up from the ground shaking his drowsy head.

Wiping the blood on his face, Zhao Jiehu looked at Chen Ping, who was half kneeling on the ground and was seriously injured, and smiled ferociously: "Very good, you can actually hurt me like this."

"I really underestimated you, and you can be proud of it before you die."

Chen Ping pulled out the soft sword slowly, a few strands of blood burst out from the wound, he threw the soft sword aside casually, let out a muffled groan, and his face became even paler than paper.

"Bah!" Zhao Jiehu spit out a mouthful of bloody spit: "I still want to die, if I don't beat you into meat paste today, I will take your surname!"

Not far away, Bao Zhixi who saw this scene suddenly got up and rushed over: "Zhao Jiehu, show mercy!"

Zhao Jiehu was taken aback. Seeing that it was Bao Zhixi who was running over, he didn't show any intention of holding back, instead he quickly waved a palm at Chen Ping: "Go to hell with me!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Jie fired at Chen Ping, and slapped him with a slap.

This slap was real, and Chen Ping, who had already been seriously injured, would definitely die.