"Boom!"

The loud noise kept coming, and the students of the martial arts hall on the periphery all turned pale and hurriedly retreated.

This was the first time they had seen a three-rank martial artist fight.

Although Fang Ping's "King Kong Fist" has not yet reached the point of completion, the power of the fist is one, the qi and blood are profound, and the power of the fight is also very great.

His cultivation progress in combat techniques is not deep, but his mental power is strong, and his reaction speed is faster than ordinary people.

Although Zhang Zhenhua's strength is strong, he does not have an advantage compared to Fang Ping.

Fang Ping avoided Zhang Zhenhua's attacks several times, and frantically attacked his vital points with the advantage of speed, but Zhang Zhenhua was more busy than him!

"You think I'm still the same person I used to be!"

Fang Ping snorted lightly in his heart, he had reached the peak of the third grade, his physique, qi and blood were far stronger than the average third-grade peak martial artist, and the tempering of the bone marrow made his bone strength three points stronger, and the power of the battle method of the same qi and blood explosion was also greater than others.

Zhang Zhenhua's natural strength is a great advantage for others, but it is useless in Fang Ping.

At this moment, Fang Ping's only drawback is that the cultivation time of the battle method is not long, the proficiency is a little worse, and the power of the explosive ultimate move is a little worse.

Otherwise, no one of the same martial artists is stronger than him.

Against Zhang Zhenhua, Fang Ping is still mainly proficient in tactics!

Zhang Zhenhua's speed is worse than Fang Ping's, and he is also a little impatient and unwilling.

Just as Fang Ping attacked with another punch, Zhang Zhenhua suddenly roared, and his double mace made a huge whistling sound, heading straight for Fang Ping's shoulders.

Fang Ping's face changed, and he wanted to retreat, but he felt a strong momentum suppressing himself!

"When I haven't killed anyone!"

Fang Ping's body also oozes a trace of blood, and his spiritual power exploded instantly, pressing down the opposite side!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Ping's whole body qi and blood strength condensed at one point, and exploded in an instant!

Outsiders only saw Fang Ping stepping on the ground on his toes, breaking the stone face under his feet instantly, and then Fang Ping rose from the ground and flew out fiercely!

Zhang Zhenhua on the opposite side also roared fiercely, pressing down with both gongs and smashing down quickly.

Just when everyone thought that the two were about to collide, Fang Ping suddenly stepped in the air, and his body suddenly rose a lot, but this time, it avoided Zhang Zhenhua's double blow.

......

Periphery.

The thin old man frowned, and said in a deep voice: "What's the matter with Zhenhua!"

Even if Zhang Zhenhua's speed is slower than Fang Ping's, he won't react after Fang Ping stepped into the air, and continued to send down his ultimate, isn't this looking for death?

At this moment, an old man with white hair stepped into the air and chuckled, "Mental power interference!"

"Huh?"

The thin old man was stunned for a moment, and the white-haired old man explained: "Spiritual power!"

"Him?"

"Yes. ”

The thin old man's face changed!

He is at the peak of the fifth grade, and he is still far from that point

The white-haired old man is the strongest person in Changyang Village, and it should be no surprise if he says so.

......

Just while the two were talking.

Fang Ping stepped into the air in one step, raised his figure, and directly avoided the opponent's ultimate move, Zhang Zhenhua's move exploded greatly.

Before the double gong fell, the rubble on the ground had already splashed out, and the warriors on the periphery had taken action to block it to prevent the gravel from hurting people.

And Fang Ping, who stepped into the air, took advantage of Zhang Zhenhua's move to hit the air, and the interval when his qi and blood were uneven, his fists were closed, condescending, and he slammed down!

"Boom!"

There was a loud muffled sound, like hitting a cowhide drum.

Fang Ping smashed Zhang Zhenhua's back with a punch, Zhang Zhenhua roared angrily, his back muscles and bones creaked, his feet sank deep into the ground, and the whole person was almost smashed into the ground by Fang Ping.

A punch hit, Fang Ping didn't stop at all, and with a "boom", he smashed down with a punch again!

"Poof!"

Blood spurted from Zhang Zhenhua's mouth, and he couldn't stand up on his knees, and a beast-like roar came out of his mouth!

Warriors fight, and one move can divide life and death.

He broke out his ultimate, wanting to decide the outcome with one move, but Fang Ping had a whim, using his mental power to match the momentum, suppressing him, and at the same time interfering with him for a moment, just like that, Fang Ping found an opportunity, and he couldn't stand up on his knees after two punches.

"Zhenhua!"

"Bastard!"

“......”

Some middle-aged and elderly martial artists on the periphery were furious!

No one expected that the two fought for a while, and when Zhang Zhenhua broke out his big move, Fang Ping seized the opportunity, hit the back with two punches, and couldn't kneel on the ground.

"Shut up!"

The white-haired old man snorted coldly and said loudly: "The discussion is over here, Xiaoyou can stop!"

At this moment, Fang Ping was pretending to be preparing for the third punch, aimed at Zhang Zhenhua's head.

Hearing this, Fang Ping withdrew his hand, took a step back in the air, fell in place, extremely chic, and said with a smile: "Luck, don't blame the seniors." ”

At this moment, Fang Ping was still a little excited.

Learned another trick!

The use of spiritual power is only understood by the grandmaster, even Lu Fengrou is half-understood.

Fang Ping actually didn't expect that he had just been full of momentum, and with his spiritual power to suppress Zhang Zhenhua, Zhang Zhenhua's thinking that could be suppressed stopped instantly, Fang Ping saw that he was stuck, who didn't know that the opportunity was coming, if he didn't want to kill, he could blow Zhang Zhenhua's head with one punch.

Despite this, Zhang Zhenhua was also injured at the moment, and several young people hurriedly stepped forward to check on his condition.

Zhang Zhenguang looked at Fang Ping with complicated eyes, carefully pulled out Zhang Zhenhua, whose feet were in a hole, glanced at Fang Ping, and stopped talking.

Fang Ping won against Zhang Zhenhua, which was extremely easy.

But Zhang Zhenguang knew that his eldest brother was not so weak, could Fang Ping be so strong?

Before Zhang Zhenguang could say anything, the white-haired old man who had just arrived smiled lightly: "Demon Martial Arts and Jingwu are martial arts, and it is much easier to discover geniuses than us, Xiaoyou is a little unexpected." ”

The three-rank martial artist has played a spiritual shock, although it is not too strong, but this can be regarded as a grandmaster's means.

Of course, Fang Ping could only do some slight interference at this moment.

Unlike the cunning he had seen, the four or five martial artists who were directly pressed turned into meat sauce.

That's the real spiritual deterrence suppression!

But Fang Ping was still very satisfied, the spiritual power was his own, not a pure external force like infinite qi and blood.

Sanpin Realm used his spiritual power to suppress his opponent, which was also a reflection of his strength.

As for why the mental power is stronger than others...... Fang Ping didn't admit that it was the system's credit anyway, he didn't use the system to forcibly add spiritual power.

It can only be said that he is talented!

Even if he didn't have a wealth value, Fang Ping could use his spiritual power, and he could wait for his spiritual power to recover on its own.

"The master is overrated, and it's a fluke. ”

Fang Ping said modestly, if you are not modest, you can't do it, the other party feels his spiritual power, nine times out of ten it is the peak of the sixth grade, this kind of martial artist can't be provoked.

I just beat Zhang Zhenhua, but I don't want to be beaten up.

"Luck?" the white-haired old man shook his head slightly.

Sanpin can use spiritual power, if this is a fluke, it is also great luck, I'm afraid I can't find the second one, this matter can't be reasoned.

However, the white-haired old man still kindly reminded: "The consumption of mental power will cause mental exhaustion and even not wake up for a while, Xiaoyou still needs to pay attention to some ......"

Fang Ping nodded hurriedly!

No wonder Lu Fengrou often can't wake up, she should be exercising her mental strength.

But I ...... Then there is no need to remind.

Big deal, spend some wealth to replenish it.

"Thank you, Master, for reminding ......"

As soon as Fang Ping finished saying thank you, the old man who was still kind just now suddenly said, "Little friend can leave!"

Fang Ping's face froze, this is too fast!

But it's good to hit other people's baby bumps, and people don't get angry.

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

......

Fang Ping walked for a while, and the white-haired old man suddenly burst out with a powerful momentum, and snorted: "Get out, come to my Changyang Village again, I will kill you!"

"Cut, I'm afraid you won't make it?"

In mid-air, a figure appeared from time to time, and someone was vaguely heard sneering: "Don't die so soon, I will compete with you sooner or later!"

"Get out!"

The white-haired old man was furious, and some of the nearby warriors retreated one after another, their eyes full of horror.

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

"You can't get out!"

The white-haired old man was very angry, and suddenly shot straight into the sky, and then everyone heard a thunderclap, and after a while, the white-haired old man fell to the ground, and the ground was torn apart with one foot, and cracks were all over the square.

The thin old man next to him contemplated: "Who?"

"Demon Martial Immortal Sword!"

The white-haired old man snorted lightly and said in a muffled voice: "The bastard who has no one in his eyes, peeps in the sky without permission, if he doesn't want to make a big move, let him look good!"

"Immortal Swordsman Li Changsheng!"

The thin old man took a slight breath, "Why did this old guy come out of magic martial arts?"

"Principal Demon Martial Arts Zhang died in battle, the three great grandmasters are not there, everyone else is guarding the cave, Demon Martial Arts genius is sharpened, except for him, no one else can hold up the field. ”

"Immortal Sword...... It's a pity. ”

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

Now, among the powerhouses at the peak of the six grades of demonic martial arts, Lu Fengrou calls himself "Invincible Martial Arts", claiming to be invincible under the grandmaster.

"Crazy Lion" Tang Feng is also famous, known as the top three under the grandmaster.

Of course, these have touted ingredients in them.

But before these two people rose, the Demon Martial "Immortal Swordsman" was the top powerhouse with the most promising grandmaster, an immortal sword, five grades and six grades, stepping into the six-grade realm, everyone felt that his grandmaster was imminent.

However, after the trip to the cave back then, the name of the Immortal Sword completely disappeared from the martial arts world.

The white-haired old man snorted lightly: "What's the pity, all these years, no one has died in battle!

"He, Li Changsheng, is just a heavy blow to his mental power, and it's luck that he didn't die!"

The thin old man still regretted it: "There is one less grandmaster...... No, maybe two.

After that battle, the Demon Martial Artist Lu Fengrou almost went crazy, and the Immortal Sword collapsed, otherwise, the Demon Martial Arts might now be the six great grandmasters, sitting firmly in the position of the first school, how to do this, Grandmaster Zhang had to fight repeatedly, was seriously injured, and finally the golden body was destroyed. ”

The white-haired old man didn't say much, no matter how strong the immortal swordsman was, it was back then.

Today's Li Changsheng is just an ordinary six-rank peak, his spiritual power is severely damaged, he can't heal, the grandmaster is hopeless, sooner or later, he will go through the cave, and there will be no immortal sword in the world.

......

Fang Ping, who had already left in a hurry, naturally didn't know about this scene.

defeated Zhang Zhenhua, Fang Ping was in an extremely good mood.

didn't stay in Changyang Village for a long time, Fang Ping drove to Wanshan Temple overnight, which was also the strongest opponent since the trip.

Seventh on the three-product list!

Wanshan Temple, it is rumored that there is a grandmaster in charge, Fang Ping does not know whether it is true or not.

Because the grandmaster of Wanshan Temple did not enter the list of grandmasters.

Fang Ping inquired with Old Man Li before, and Old Man Li explained to him that the old monk of Wanshan Temple had entered the Zhongzhou Cave for 6 years, and he had not returned for 6 years, and the probability of death was extremely great!

However, in the Zhongzhou Cave, once a great war breaks out or falls, the Grand Grandmaster Zhao Xingwu sitting in Zhongzhou should be able to detect it.

Now that the fall of the grandmaster has not been discovered, the old monk of Wanshan Temple may not have died, and he went deep into the cave.

However, it has not been out for 6 years, and there is really little hope of survival, and the name of this old monk was not recorded in the grandmaster list.

Whether you are alive or not can only depend on the future.

......

On the evening of the 13th, Fang Ping arrived at Yuntai Mountain, where Wanshan Temple is located.

On the 14th, Fang Ping had just entered the mountain and entered the mountain pass, and a young monk with a shaved head and a monk's robe clasped his hands together and smiled like Maitreya.

"Master Fang, the little monk has been waiting for a long time!"

"Flower Monk?"

The little monk's face stiffened, and he smiled lightly: "The donor seems to have misunderstood the little monk?"

Fang Ping held the long knife and teased: "It's not me who said it, when the three-grade list came out, no one else had a nickname, just you, the flower monk quit sex, you are the first list martial artist to be exposed to gossip, I heard that you often go down the mountain to look for flowers and ask Liu ......"

The white and tender cheeks of the monk were slightly red, and he chuckled: "The donor has misunderstood, the rumors can't be true, for example, the rumors of the Fang donor are about hitting women's breasts, can this be taken seriously?"

Fang Ping smiled: "I've beaten it, so the rumors are also true." ”

The monk's face stiffened, and he said after a while: "Don't speculate, if you don't come, I'm ready to challenge you, since you're here, let's do it!"

"This?"

Fang Ping glanced around, there were many tourists around.

"That's it, the national disaster is at the head, the husband is responsible, everyone should worship martial arts!"

"You shouldn't be a monk!"

"You should be a monk!"

After the monk finished speaking, the monk's robe on his body instantly collapsed, splitting apart, revealing his sturdy upper body, and laughed: "Get in the way, Zhang Zhenhua was defeated by you, no one in Zhongzhou Sanpin can beat me, you are just right to come!"

"Monk Hua is in good shape!"

This time, Fang Ping didn't give up the knife again, there were many tourists around, they had to be handsome when they played, and they had to be simple when they won!

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, they had already jumped into the air, and the Zen staff and the long knife collided instantly, and the roar echoed endlessly in the mountains.

......

Hillside.

Old man Li pouted, and an old monk in a robe next to him also showed a smiling face, and said with a slight smile: "It's good to be young......

"Two little calves, how about an exhibition match?"

Old man Li scolded, the two three-grade warriors are not fighting on the ground, they are fighting in the air, and their heads are in the water!

But the battle is in the air...... It does look much more handsome.

"Young man......"

The old monk's face was smiling, and he was happy for some reason.

......

Foot.

Midair.

Fang Ping's long knife was wielded in an airtight air, and the air that sometimes slashed exploded.

The monk who quit color had a solemn face, but he ranked seventh in the third grade, which was a waste of fame.

Zen sticks, that's for the façade.

The monk threw it casually, and the Zen staff was inserted straight into a stone wall, and the next moment, the muscles of the monk were swollen, and his fair skin was instantly golden yellow!

In the exclamation of outsiders in the distance, the monk turned his hands into palms, and staged a scene of grabbing the white blade with one hand.

Fang Ping's B-level long knife erupted into five consecutive slashes, and the momentum was amazing, but the monk who had quit color folded his hands and directly clamped the blade.

In mid-air, Fang Ping was furious, his arms bulged, and he directly exploded his coat, holding a long knife, pushing the little monk all the way to the stone wall not far away. "I'm not playing with you anymore!"

The monk suddenly laughed, let go of the long knife, and fell straight down in an instant.

Fang Ping was not surprised, he was fighting in the air, handsome was handsome, but it was difficult to exert force, the consumption of qi and blood was huge, and if the monk didn't go down, he had to go down.

Condescendingly, Fang Ping held the knife in both hands, and the blood on the blade flashed, and it fell down in an instant!

The monk stepped on his toes, his figure flashed, and he disappeared in front of the stone wall.

And Fang Ping's knife momentum did not decrease, and he still slashed towards the stone wall.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, a knife mark several meters long and dozens of centimeters deep was left on the stone wall.

Fang Ping didn't stop at all, turned around with his knife and slashed at the attacking monk again.

......

Hillside.

Someone roared in a low voice: "Tear down the mountain, two bastards, the next time I meet you, I will slap you to death!"

As he spoke, he looked at Li Changsheng, who was smiling and silent, with a jealous expression, snorted, and left.

Such a big mountain is not the Wanshan Temple family.

......

At the foot of the mountain.

The place where Fang Ping and the monk fought was already in shambles.

In the past, Fang Ping had seen the battle left over from the two Eight Rank Grandmasters.

At that time, Fang Ping felt that the Eight-Rank Grandmaster was very strong and non-human.

Until today, Fang Ping had already understood that the battle between the eight powerhouses of the human race meant just a matter of weighing the strength of the other party.

It's more of a battle of mental power than reality.

I am afraid that the battle scene left over from that day is just the destruction caused by the overflow of spiritual power.

Brother Pony and Grandmaster Tamme may not have fought with a golden body.

At this moment, he and the little monk had no scruples at all, and the remnants of the battle site were probably not much worse than those left by the eight pins that day.

Non-humans, they are now!

Easily pinching steel, this is not inhuman, so what is inhuman?

The peak martial artist of the three grades, fighting with all his might, without any scruples, the destructive power is beyond imagination!

......

In this battle, there were many onlookers.

Many ordinary people are shocked!

Stepping into the air, opening mountains and splitting stones, this is a warrior?

How many products?

Master?

They don't dare to think too low, but Grandmaster, is it possible?

Two people so young!

Now that the two are fighting, everyone doesn't dare to look closely, but before the monk was waiting at the foot of the mountain, Fang Ping went up the mountain with a knife, and many people still saw it.

Two young people, very young!

"Warrior...... This is the ...... of a warrior."

said a thousand, said ten thousand, and didn't really see the shock.

In the crowd, a smiling and cheap man, holding a camera in one hand, danced and foamed: "See?

It's just a three-rank martial artist fight!

I'm also a three-product, don't they all question the authenticity of my Liu Dali's bare hands to split the steel bar?

Still questioning it?

I, Liu Dali, just don't bother to explain!"

Liu Dali said this, but he was complaining in his heart, Lao Tzu is only in the middle of the third grade, and he is not at the same level as them, don't let me prove myself again, I can't fight such destructive power.