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"boom!"

The loud noise continued to come, and the students of the martial arts halls outside were pale and hurried back.

This is the first time they have seen the three warriors fight.

Although Fang Ping’s "Golden Boxing" has not yet reached the point of Dacheng, it can be a combination of boxing strength and deep blood, and the power of shooting is also great.

His progress in the practice of warfare is not deep, but his mental strength is strong and his reaction speed is faster than ordinary people.

Although Zhang Zhenhua’s strength is strong, he can’t be superior to Fang Ping.

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

"You thought I was still before me!"

Fang Ping's heart is contemptuous, reaching the peak of the three products, physical fitness, qi and blood are far stronger than the general three-product peaks, the quenching of the bone marrow, so that his bone strength must be strong three points, the same blood and explosive power of warfare More than others.

Zhang Zhenhua’s natural strength is a great advantage for others, but it does not work in Fangping.

At the moment, Fang Ping’s only shortcoming is that the practice time of the warfare is not long, the proficiency is a little worse, and the power of the big move is a little worse.

Others, no one is better than him.

In the battle against Zhang Zhenhua, Fang Ping is still dominated by skilled warfare!

Zhang Zhenhua's speed is a little flatter, and he is also impatient and unwilling to play.

Just after Fang Ping’s punch again, Zhang Zhenhua suddenly violently screamed, and his eyes screamed loudly and went straight to Fangping’s shoulders.

Fang Ping’s face changed and he wanted to avoid it, but he felt a strong momentum to suppress himself!

"When I didn't kill anyone!"

Fang Ping also oozes bloody, and the mental power bursts out instantly, pressing the opposite!

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

The outsiders only saw Fang Ping’s toes on the ground, and smashed the moment when the stone was stepped on the foot. Then the square was flat and flicked out!

The opposite Zhang Zhenhua was also stunned and stunned.

Just when everyone thought that the two had to collide, Fang Ping suddenly volleyed and his body suddenly slammed a large section. This time, it was to avoid Zhang Zhenhua’s eyes.

......

periphery.

The skinny old man frowned, Shen Sheng said: "What is Zhenhua!"

Even if Zhang Zhenhua’s speed is slower than usual, he will not react after Fang Ping’s idling. He will continue to make big moves, isn’t he looking for death?

At this moment, an old man who had to be white was coming out of the air and chuckled: "Spiritual interference!"

"Ok?"

The skinny old man smashed some, and the white-haired old man explained: "Spiritual power!"

"he?"

"Correct."

The skinny old man's face has changed!

He is far from the point where he is at the top of the five products.

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

......

Just the effort of the two people talking.

Fang Ping stepped into the air, pulled up the figure, and directly avoided the outbreak of the other party's big move. Zhang Zhenhua's blood was extremely explosive.

The two scorpions have not yet been knocked down, the ground gravel has been splashed out, and the peripheral warriors have taken the block to prevent the stone from hurting people.

While Fang Ping, who was stepping on the air, took advantage of Zhang Zhenhua’s slap in the air, the interval between the blood and the blood was flat, and the fists were closed, and they were condescending and slammed down!

"boom!"

Huge muffled sound, like hitting a cowhide drum.

Fang Ping punched Zhang Zhenhua's back, Zhang Zhenhua roared, his back muscles and bones creaked, his feet were deep in the ground, and the whole person was almost smashed into the ground by Fang Ping.

In a fist, Fang Ping did not stop, "bang", once again punched down!

"puff!"

Zhang Zhenhua's blood in the mouth is directly sprayed, and he can't stand up directly, and there is a beast-like snoring in his mouth!

When the warriors engage in war, one stroke can be divided into life and death.

He broke out and made a big move. He wanted to win a game. As a result, Fang Ping had a whim, and with his mental strength and momentum, he suppressed him and also interfered with him for a moment. For such an instant, Fang Ping found an opportunity. He couldn’t stand up with two punches.

"Zhenhua!"

"Still!"

"..."

Some middle-aged and old warriors on the periphery are furious!

No one had thought that the two men had fought for a while. When Zhang Zhenhua broke out in a big move, he was seized by Fang Ping, and his two punches hit the back and he couldn’t afford it.

"To shut up!"

The white-haired old man sipped a cold voice and said: "Through this, the little friend can stop!"

At the moment, Fang Ping is pretending to be the third punch, aiming at Zhang Zhenhua’s head.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ping closed his hand and stepped back one step. He fell in the same place and was very chic. He smiled and said: "Fortunately, you should not blame the seniors."

Fang Ping at the moment, the mood is still a little excited.

Also learned a trick!

The use of mental power is only understood by the masters, even if Lu Fengrou is a half-baked solution.

Fang Ping did not expect that he had just been in a good position, and with Zhang Lihua suppressed with his mental strength, Zhang Zhenhua’s thinking that could be suppressed suddenly stagnate. Fang Ping saw that he had stuck in it, but he still didn’t know the opportunity came, if not If he doesn't want to kill, he can blow Zhang Zhenhua's head with a punch.

Despite this, Zhang Zhenhua was also injured at the moment, and several young people rushed to check his situation.

Zhang Zhenguang looked at Fang Ping in a complicated way, and Zhang Zhenhua, who carefully plunged his feet into the potholes, pulled out and looked at Fang Ping, and he stopped talking.

Fang Ping won Zhang Zhenhua and it was very easy.

Zhang Zhenguang knows that his brother is not so weak, is Fang Ping strong enough to reach this point?

Zhang Zhenguang hasn't made a sound yet. The white-haired old man who just arrived faintly said: "The magical Wu and Jingwu these martial arts, the discovery of genius is much simpler than ours, the little friends are somewhat unexpected."

The three-product warrior has made a mental shock, although it is not too strong, but this can be regarded as a master.

Of course, Fang Ping at this moment can only do some minor interference.

Unlike the cockroaches he had seen, the four or five warriors who were directly pressed became bolognese.

That is the real mental shock!

Fang Ping is still very satisfied, spiritual strength is his own, but not pure force like the infinite blood.

The three products use the spirit to suppress the opponent, which is also the embodiment of his strength.

As for why the mental strength is stronger than others... Fang Ping does not recognize the merits of the system anyway, he did not use the system to force the mental power.

Can only say that talent is different!

Even if there is no wealth value, Fang Ping can use his mental strength and wait for his mental strength to recover.

"The master has a good reputation and is also a fluke."

Fang Ping modestly said, not modest, the other side feels their own spiritual strength, in all likelihood, is the peak of six products, this warrior can not afford.

I only played Zhang Zhenhua, but I don’t want to be violent.

"Lucky?" The white-haired old man gently shook his head.

The three products can use the spirit, this is luck, it is also the luck of the big, I am afraid I can not find the second one, this thing can not be justified.

However, the white-haired old man still kindly reminded: "The consumption of mental energy will cause mental exhaustion, and even if you are not asleep, the younger friend should pay attention to some..."

Fang Ping nodded quickly!

It is no wonder that Lu Fengrou often sleeps unconsciously and should be exercising his mental strength.

But I... then there is no need to remind me.

Big deal, add some wealth value.

“Thank you for reminding me...”

Fang Pinggang Road is thankful, and the old man who has just been kind and honest has suddenly said: "Little friends can leave!"

Fang Ping’s face is a bit stiff, and this is too fast!

However, the baby who hit the family, the people did not get angry, it is not bad.

Fang Ping dared to stay for a long time, pulled out a long knife and quickly left.

......

Fang Ping walked for a while, and the white-haired old man suddenly broke out with a powerful momentum. He whispered: "Get out, come to Changyang Village, I killed you!"

"Cut, I am afraid that you will not be?"

In the air, when a figure is hidden, I can hear someone sneer and laugh: "Don't die so fast, I will compete with you sooner or later!"

"roll!"

The old-fashioned white-haired violent, some of the nearby warriors have regressed, full of horror.

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

"You don't roll!"

The white-haired old man was very angry, and suddenly went straight to the sky. Then everyone heard a thunderous sound. After a while, the white-haired old man landed, and the foot stepped on the ground, cracking all over the square.

The skinny old man next to him said: "Who?"

"The magical sword of the longevity!"

The white-haired old man snorted and snorted: "The **** in the eyes, the peeping of the air without permission, if you don't want to make a big move, let him look good!"

"Longevity swordsman Li Changsheng!"

The skinny old man took a slight breath and said, "How does this old guy come out?"

"Mr. Wuwu Zhang died in battle, the three masters are not there, everyone else is guarding the caves, and the magic genius is honed. Besides him, others can't afford the field."

"Longevity sword... a pity."

The skinny old man suddenly shook his head and sighed softly.

Today, among the strongest of the six martial arts peaks, Lu Fengrou has a self-proclaimed "wu invincible", claiming to be invincible under the master.

"Fashion Lion" Tang Feng, also known as the top three, is known as the top three under the master.

Of course, these touted ingredients are inside.

Before the two men did not rise, the Magic Wu "Changsheng Swordsman" was the top powerhouse of the most promising masters. One long sword, five cuts, and six products, everyone felt that his master was just around the corner.

However, after the line of the caves, the name of the Changsheng sword completely disappeared into the martial arts world.

The white-haired old man scorned: "What a pity, in those years, no one is dead! The master is dead alone!"

"He Li Changsheng is just a mental illness is being hit hard, no death is luck!"

The skinny old man still regrets: "There is one less master... No, it may be two.

After the war, the magic Wu Lu Fengrou almost went crazy, the longevity sword was weak, or else, the magic Wu may now be the six masters, sitting firmly in the position of the first school, where is this, Zhang Zongshi had to play repeatedly, seriously injured in In the end, the body is completely destroyed. ”

The white-haired old man no longer said more, the Changsheng swordsman is stronger, it was also the same year.

Today, Li Changsheng is just the ordinary peak of six products. His mental strength is heavy and he can't heal. The master is hopeless. Sooner or later, there will be no longer a sword in the world.

......

Fang Ping, who has already left in a hurry, naturally does not know this scene.

Defeat Zhang Zhenhua, Fang Ping is in a very good mood.

Not staying in Changyang Village for a long time, Fang Ping drove to Wanshan Temple overnight, which is also the strongest opponent since the trip.

The third best list!

Wanshan Temple, it is rumored that there is a master sitting in the town, Fang Ping does not know the true and false.

Because the master of Wanshan Temple did not enter the guru list.

Before Fang Ping and Li Laotou inquired about it, Li Laotou explained to him that the old monk of Wanshan Temple had entered the Zhongzhou Grottoes for 6 years, and after 6 years, the probability of death was extremely great!

However, in the Zhongzhou Grottoes, once the Grand Master broke out, or fell, Zhao Xingwu, the master of Zhongzhou, should be aware of it.

Now that I have not found the situation of the fallen master, the old monk of Wanshan Temple may not die, and went deep into the cave.

However, in the past six years, the hope of surviving is really small, and the name of the old monk has not been entered in the Guru list.

Whether you are alive or not, you can only look at 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 entered the mountain pass. A young gentleman with a shaved head and a robes dressed in his robes put his hands together and laughed like Maitreya.

"Fang Shizhu, Xiao Xiao is waiting for a long time!"

"Flower monk?"

The little monk looked stiff and smiled: "Does the donor seem to have misunderstood Xiaoxiao?"

Fang Ping holds a long knife and screams: "I didn't say it. When the three products list came out, others didn't have a nickname. You have, the flower monk quits, you are the first list warrior who was smashed out of gossip. I heard that you often go down the mountain to find flowers and ask Liu..."

The colorless monk's white cheeks were slightly reddish and smirked: "The donor misunderstood, and the rumors were not true. For example, Fang Shizhu rumors specialize in women's chests. Can this be true?"

Fang Ping smiled and said: "I have played, so the rumor is true."

The color of the monk’s face is stiff, and he’s half-hearted: “If you don’t speculate, you don’t come, I’m also ready to challenge you. If it’s here, let’s do it!”

"This?"

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

"On this, the national crisis is the beginning, the husband is responsible, everyone should be chongwu!"

"You shouldn't be a monk!"

"You should be a monk!"

When the monk sings out, the robe of his body collapses instantly, and it is divided into four parts. It reveals a strong upper body and laughs loudly: "In the way, Zhang Zhenhua is defeated by your hand. No one in Zhongzhou can compete against me. You are here!"

"Flower monk figure is not bad!"

This time, Fang Ping did not abandon the knife again, there are many tourists around, playing handsome, winning simply!

The voices of the two men just fell, and they have already jumped into the air. The Zen stick and the long knife collided in an instant, and the roaring sound echoed in the mountains.

......

Halfway up the mountain.

Li Laotou pouted, and an old monk wearing a sly beside his body also smiled. He smiled slightly: "Young is so good..."

"Two little nephews, playing an exhibition game?"

Li Laotou sighed, the two warriors of the three products, not fighting in the ground, fighting in the air, the head into the water!

But the battle is going on... It looks so handsome.

"Young people..."

The old monk’s face is laughing and blooming, I don’t know why.

......

Mountain foot.

In the air.

Fang Ping’s long knife waved in the air, and the slamming air exploded.

The color of the monk is dignified, but the third in the ranking is the seventh.

Zen stick, that is used to decorate the facade.

The singer-colored monk throws it away, and the Zen stick is inserted straight into a stone wall. The next moment, the color of the monk is bulging in the muscles of the body, and the skin of the white sputum is instantly cash-yellow!

In the exclaimer of distant people, the singer-colored monk changed his hand and staged a play with an empty hand to win the white blade.

Fang Ping's B-class long knife broke out five gallons, and the momentum was amazing. The monk and the monk were hands folded together and directly caught the blade.

In midair, Fang Ping's anger rushed to the crown, his arms bulged, and the jacket was bursting directly, holding a long knife, pushing the little monk all the way to the stone wall not far away. "Don't play with you!"

The singer-colored monk suddenly laughed and loosened the long knife, and instantly fell straight.

Fang Ping is not unexpected, fighting in the air, handsome is handsome, but the strength is difficult, the blood consumption is huge, the monk does not go down, he has to go down.

Condescending, Fang Ping double-handed knives, the blood on the edge of the knife flashed away, and instantly fell down!

The color of the monk's toes on the ground, the body shape flashed, disappeared in front of the stone wall.

Fang Ping's knife is still unabated, still slamming into the stone wall.

"Boom!"

After a loud noise, a few meters long and dozens of centimeters deep knife marks were left on the stone wall.

Fang Ping did not stop at all, and the singer and the monk who took the knife and turned to attack again.

......

Halfway up the mountain.

Someone whispered in a low voice: "Is it a mountain? Two bastards, the next time you meet, you slap a slap in the face!"

Speaking, Li Changsheng, who looked at the smile without saying a word, snorted and walked away.

Such a big mountain is not a family of Wanshan Temple.

......

At the foot of the mountain.

Fang Ping and the place where the monks and the monks fought were already in a mess.

In the past, Fang Ping saw the legacy of the two major eight masters.

At that time, Fang Ping felt that the eight masters were strong and non-human.

To this day, Fang Ping has already understood that the human eight-strong powers are fighting, it is a meaning, to measure the strength of each other.

More is the spiritual battle, not the reality.

The scene of the battle left over from the day is probably just the destruction of mental power.

Xiaoma Ge and Master Tam, may not have used the golden body to hand over.

At this moment, he and the young monk are completely unscrupulous, and the battlefields left behind are probably not much worse than the eight products left.

Non-human, they are even now!

It's not a non-human to easily pinch off steel. What counts as non-human?

The three-pronged martial arts, full-fledged, no worries, destructive power beyond imagination!

......

There are many people watching this battle.

Many ordinary people are shocked and unable to add!

Going by the air, opening a mountain rock, this is the warrior?

How many?

Master?

They can't think too low, but they can be masters, maybe?

Two such young people!

Now that the two have played against each other, everyone dare not look at it. But before the monk waited at the foot of the mountain, Fang Ping took the knife up the mountain, and many people saw it.

Two young people, very young!

"Warrior... This is the warrior..."

Say a thousand, the road is 10,000, and there is no real shock.

In the crowd, a man who laughed awkwardly, carrying a video camera, dancing, and spitting on the road: "Is it?"

This is just a three-armed warrior!

I am also a three-pronged product. Do not all question the authenticity of Liu’s arbitrarily breaking the steel bars?

Still questioning now?

My Liu Dali just disdains the explanation! ”

Liu Dali said so, but his heart is sad, Laozi is only in the middle of the product, not a level with them, don't let me prove myself again, I can't make such destructive power.