The scenery around Li Qing changed, and he suddenly came to Pingding Mountain, and the first thing people in Pingyang Dao said when they saw Li Qing was: "Do you still have the face to come back to see me?"

Li Qing is most afraid of his master, and when he heard Pingyang Daoist ask him this, of course he knew that what he did could not hide from Pingyang Daoist's eyes.

He just wanted to kneel and beg for mercy, but suddenly remembered that he was in a dream now, this person was just an illusion, he was not a Pingyang Daoist at all, and he was afraid of him!

"You don't show off your martial arts here, first pretending to be Qihong, and now pretending to be my master, don't think that I will be afraid of you in this way!

As soon as Li Qing stretched out his hand, he originally wanted to compete with this "Pingyang Daoist" with his bare hands, but he didn't expect that there was suddenly an extra knife in his hand, Li Qing used a knife, he immediately put away his fists and feet, and pointed the big knife at the Pingyang Daoist.

"Okay, use the knife technique I taught you to deal with me, right? You kid has done a lot of evil, let the teacher clean up the portal today!"

Saying that, the Pingyang Taoist showed his thirteen soft whip shaking hands, and the whip head was held in his hand.

Li Qing was a little frightened when he saw this thirteen-section soft whip, he knew that the thirteen-section soft whip of Pingyang Daoist was practiced superbly, and it was with this unique skill that he made Li Qing's father Li Zonghai agree that Li Qing would follow him to learn art.

"What's wrong? You haven't played with my whip for a long time, have you? I don't know if you remember what it tasted like!"

In fact, Li Qing was not beaten often when he practiced with Pingyang Daoren, on the contrary, Diao Yugui may have been beaten more later.

But Li Qing knew that this whip was powerful, and it was a mark when it hit a person, and it lasted for a long time, and it hurt hotly when it touched it.

Thinking of this, his eyebrows couldn't help but move.

"Hahaha! I can't imagine that you, a dignified Ning Hui Hall Master, are actually afraid!"

"What's wrong with me being the hall master?

"That's right, but you know what your weaknesses are?

Saying that, the Pingyang Daoist threw it over with a whip, and Li Qing dodged to the side.

The whips of the Pingyang Daoist greeted Li Qing one after another, and Li Qing avoided left and right and refused to confront the whip head-on.

"What's wrong? It's been so long since I've seen you become a shrunken turtle?"

"Your whip is a long weapon, my sword is a short weapon, I suffer in weapons, there is no shame in this!"

"Haha! Do you still know what shame is? You blew up Mao'er Mountain, framed fellow martial artists, and you still talk to me about shame?"

The Pingyang Daoist whipped Li Qing in the face, and at the same time flew up to attack in close quarters, locking Li Qing's retreat.

Li Qing had a whip on his left and an attack on his right, he knew that he couldn't beat this master, so he only wanted to protect himself in a hurry, he had to meet the attack of Pingyang Daoist, so he couldn't dodge that whip.

The whip was whipped on his face, leaving a fiery red mark, and Li Qing felt that his entire left face was burning with pain, and he wondered why this dream was so clear?

But the reality didn't allow him to think too much, and the Pingyang Daoist suddenly hit him with his bare hands.

This Pingyang Dao man's kung fu is really not something that Li Qing can defeat, he entered Li Qing's knife technique with his bare hands, not only was he not injured, but he also snatched Li Qing's knife over!

How did he get this knife? In fact, there was no ingenuity, it was completely by brute force - it was directly snatched by hand!

Li Qing didn't expect that his master would play cards so unconventionally, in fact, he had long known that the style of Pingyang Daoist was different from ordinary people, but he never expected that Pingyang Daoist would directly reach out and grab the knife.

Pingyang Daoren stretched out his hand and held the blade, and pressed it hard in the direction of Li Qing's backhand with a "hey".

His internal strength is deep and his natural strength is greater than that of Li Qing, and it is in the position of Li Qing's backhand, Li Qing is holding the knife unsteadily, and the other hand of the Pingyang Daoist stretches out a palm to Li Qing's chest.

Li Qingdao couldn't come back, so he could only let go and protect with both hands.

If you think that Pingyang Daoren's move to snatch the knife is a false move, then you are very wrong, his move is also real, Li Qing met it with both hands, and Pingyang Daoren opened his palm with one palm and hit him on the chest.

Fortunately, Li Qing blocked it with his hand, otherwise if this move was real, he would not be standing here now but would have flown out a long time ago! Even so, he took a lot of steps back.

"Stop!" he shouted.

Pingyang Daoist didn't care what he wanted, he rushed over with a knife.

Li Qing thought to himself: Strange, these moves are Pingyang Dao people, but it is impossible for him to know these moves! If this is really a dream, how can he think of so many moves made by Pingyang Dao people?

Thinking of these things in his heart, he almost fell into the Tao again, he is now bare-handed, and the Pingyang Daoist is single-handed, he can only be beaten everywhere to avoid the Tao.

Pingyang Daoist is really ruthless, because his kung fu is much higher than Li Qing, he can naturally succeed in every stroke, but after he succeeds, the knife is not deep or shallow, although Li Qing was cut, but he will not lose the ability to fight.

Li Qing has many colors on his body, blood stains splashed out in the process of fighting, and Pingyang Dao people don't kill people, but Li Qing always can't dodge, and he finds a problem while fighting Li Qing:

The few slashes that this Pingyang Daoist made on his body were very symmetrical, and now he had two strokes on each of his limbs, two strokes on his back, and one on his chest.

He figured it out, this Pingyang Daoist was probably going to kill himself alive, and now his adrenal hormones soared in order to save his life, if it weren't for this, he estimated that he would be able to die of pain now.

What should I do? What should I do? Li Qing asked himself, seeing that it was impossible for him to win, would he admit defeat? But what could he do if he did not admit defeat?

If this is really a dream, I believe that even if he dies now, he will come back to life in another dream later.

So he simply stopped fighting.

Li Qing suddenly withdrew his hand, but the people of Pingyang Dao did not have the slightest intention of stopping, Li Qing turned his heart sideways, and stood there and let him cut his body with a knife left and a knife on the right.

Doesn't Li Qing hurt? He hurts, but no matter how much he hurts, he must not show weakness, he desperately endured the pain and did not dare to moan, and the bean-sized cold sweat on his forehead flowed down his cheeks, and flowed onto the mark left by the soft whip, and it was a sharp pain.

Li Qing closed his eyes tightly, he didn't dare to open his eyes to see his current situation, and finally the Pingyang Daoist stopped attacking, and the surroundings returned to peace.

Li Qing opened his eyes slightly, but found that there was nothing in front of him, no Pingyang Dao people, and no thirteen soft whips, Li Qing looked down at his body, and his "feet" were so frightened that they were soft!