Bei Xiaobao's voice was very cold, in the entire special class, except for Wang Ping, he really didn't serve anyone, although Wang Ping is no longer in the academy, but the seat in the special class has been retained, no one dares to sit rashly, otherwise the end will be miserable and miserable.

Since being beaten by Bei Xiaobao, the bald head has been much more honest, and he also knows that the special class is not a place where he can go wild, but just because they can't play tricks with Pei Xiaobao doesn't mean that they can't play tricks on other students, and his own cultivation is also extremely high, otherwise he won't be a thorn.

I have nothing to do today, I just got out of class, my bald head came out to breathe, and I just happened to meet Wang Ping, who came to take a look, during this time, I was cleaned up by Pei Xiaobao, and I had nowhere to burn, and those ordinary classes also knew that this group of ruffians in the special class was not easy to mess with, so they didn't give them a chance to challenge at all.

I finally caught one today, and the bald head was so proud in his heart, even if the classmate in front of him wanted to leave, he wouldn't let it go, at least he had to beat him up to make himself comfortable and find some psychological balance.

Wang Ping looked at the bald head in front of him with a smile, and said lightly: "Otherwise, what?" ”

"Otherwise, it's a beating, isn't that obvious?"

The bald head was afraid that Wang Ping would run away, so he did it directly, and he didn't use divine power, let alone use magic weapons, in his opinion, those ordinary class students outside were not worth using magic weapons at all.

During this time, although he was beaten by Pei Xiaobao very badly, his cultivation made rapid progress, and in a one-on-one situation, he was not afraid of anyone except for the classmates in the special class.

But he never dreamed that the young man standing in front of him was the original squad leader of the special class, and it was because of his seat that he had the tragic experience later.

With one punch, although he didn't use his divine power, the speed and strength of the bald head were very strong, and Wang Ping roughly judged that ordinary Jindan mid-stage cultivators might not be able to catch his explosive punch.

However, Wang Ping is not among them, Lin's physical strength and explosive power, no one in the same realm can be stronger than him, not even those holy sons, let alone a small Jindan late stage cultivator?

Standing at his feet, Wang Ping didn't look at the punch that came over, just relying on the contraction and explosion of muscles, the moment the bald head punched his shoulder, the shoulder suddenly shrank back, just avoiding the bald fist.

looked at the hit, but in fact there was no harm, because the bald fist was already old, as if a punch had deflated Wang Ping's shoulder, but only the bald head himself understood that this punch was in the air, and the strength had been used up when it came into contact with Wang Ping's clothes, and it was impossible to move forward more than half an inch.

Shocked, bald head is really shocked, even the teachers in the academy may not be able to control the time so well, and the control of themselves is also beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Faintly, the bald head feels a little bad, and the person who can control his muscles to this kind of Cheng dù will be a weak person? Hurriedly withdrew his fist.

Just before his fist could be withdrawn, Wang Ping moved, his shoulder shook, and he slammed into his fist.

Bang!

Wang Ping didn't use his divine power, he just relied on the explosive power of his body, and he almost scrapped his right hand, because the timing he chose was too coincidental, and the powerful shock force that erupted at the moment when the bald head wanted to withdraw his fist and didn't retract it broke four of the bald head's phalanges.

Oh......

The bald head screamed in pain, and the powerful force that threw his body backwards was not something he could resist at all, and he was knocked out by Wang Ping in an instant, but Wang Ping himself didn't even move his hand.

"Impossible, this impossible, I don't believe it, I definitely don't believe ......"

The bald head got up, the divine power surged, a layer of blue light flashed on the palm, hovering, with a sound of bone explosion, the injured palm returned to its original state in an instant, this time he didn't dare to hold it up.

Aggrieved! It's really aggrieved, how can this be? How could a young man who casually barged in be so powerful? Could it be that he was born to be beaten?

This time, the bald head learned to be obedient, and did not fight with Wang Ping hand-to-hand, but spelled the magic weapon, the divine light flashed, and a flying sword with a blue light flashed with a powerful killing intent to attack Wang Ping, at the same time, the bald head was sealed with both hands, and a green-haired lion appeared behind him, roaring and rushing towards Wang Ping.

A smile flashed in Wang Ping's eyes, the Aoki sword with the fearless lion mark was indeed a killing move for attack, but it was useless for him, but Wang Ping's own cultivation had already surpassed him, even under the same realm, the ice and fire body was invincible.

Just when the Aoki sword reached the center of his eyebrows, Wang Ping moved, stretched out his right hand, and firmly sandwiched the Aoki sword between his fingers with two fingers, and it was difficult to advance for half a minute.

"This magic weapon is good, but the quality is too inferior."

Wang Ping didn't use a killing move, he grabbed the hilt of the Aoki sword by mistake, and with a wave of his sword, he split the roaring green-haired lion, and with a wave of one hand, he directly crushed it.

"You give me back the magic weapon!"

The bald head is really anxious, this Aoki sword is his own natal magic weapon, once lost, the impact on himself is quite large, just now when Wang Ping held the hilt of the sword, he knew that he was defeated, completely defeated, the other party did not even erase the divine sense imprint he left in the Aoki sword, and directly forcibly used it.

"Although the power of your magic weapon is good, the quality is too inferior, it will affect your performance in the future, and it will be a loss to sacrifice your natal magic weapon so early!"

As he spoke, Wang Ping held the hilt of the sword with one hand, pinched the tip of the sword with the other, folded it slightly, and with a click, the Aoki sword broke into two pieces, completely unusable.

Burst......

Although the divine consciousness attached to the Aoki sword was withdrawn by Wang Ping in advance, but seeing that his natal magic weapon was destroyed, the bald head was almost distressed to death, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out, and he also knew that he was not Wang Ping's opponent, and this loss was too embarrassing.

"You know it's amazing, right? You are very lucky, the squad leader will not destroy your magic weapon in vain, and if he dares to destroy your magic weapon, he will definitely give you a magic weapon that is better than your Aoki sword. ”

When the bald head and Wang Ping made a move, Pei Xiaobao and these people had already come out, of course, they recognized that it was their senior squad leader who did the work with the bald head, but this group of boys was also bad, and they didn't remind the bald head at all, just watching the joke not far away.

However, Wang Ping's strength still shocked them, and in their opinion, Wang Ping cared that he was not at the same level as himself.

"Squad, squad leader? He—He's the class leader? The disappearance of the squad leader of our special class? The bald head was dumbfounded, he actually challenged the squad leader? Isn't this the old birthday boy wiping his neck, is he thinking that his life is long?