Li Qingping, male, forty-six years old, a descendant of Li Shuwen, a spear of the Eight Poles of the Republic of China, has been practicing martial arts since childhood, and is proficient in the Eight Poles, Xingyi, and a variety of national martial arts.

In the early years, he practiced a boxing method until the strength of the whole body was twisted into a force, and a punch was struck, and there was the peak of the strength of the whole body. After a few years of penance, he could not make an inch, but entered the world, and tempered his heart with the principle of "the world is full of knowledge, and the practice of human feelings is the article".

Finally reached the realm of the dark energy that the ancestor Baji Divine Spear Li Shuwen once mentioned, and there is no place to hurt people.

This time Chen Bailu came to look for a job, Li Qingping didn't care, you know, with Li Qingping's dark cultivation, looking at the whole of China, it is also a first-class figure in the martial arts world.

Such a person is willing to take a hand, which means that he is extremely optimistic about this junior.

And when Chen Bailu and Zhao Yuanshan came in together, they were loose and weak, and their steps were vain, like ordinary people.

Li Qingping thought in his heart, the other party must have thought that he had a relationship with Zhao Yuanshan, and he could go to the Guowei Martial Arts Hall to eat and drink. At this time, the shot is to teach the other party a lesson, so that the other party can be a clown and retreat.

Of course, for the sake of Zhao Yuanshan's father's face, Li Qingping will not hurt Chen Bailu.

It's a pity that just when Li Qingping's wrist flipped and a dark energy surged, he suddenly felt that his whole body suddenly lightened.

"What?"

As Li Qingping's face suddenly changed drastically, he suddenly found that his body seemed to have lost weight in an instant just now.

The national art and the vast majority of battlefield fighting skills in the world are general, and they are all rooted in the ground, so there will be a lot of work.

And Li Qingping has been standing on the eight-pole pile since he was five years old, and he has been in the cold and summer for nearly 40 years. During the weekday walk, the roots under the feet are like an old tree taking root.

It's just two or three young men pushing together, and I'm afraid I can't help it.

It's a pity that with Chen Bailu's slight exertion, Li Qingping suddenly felt that his entire body had risen in the air in an instant, and was gently sent out by a seemingly soft force.

He, Li Qingping, had no ability to resist and was pushed out half a step.

From a distance, it was as if the moment the two of them joined hands just now, and Li Qingping's whole person gently jumped back half a step.

However, for Li Qingping, the moment his body jumped backwards just now, his whole person was out of control.

In other words, his forty years of hard work in the cultivation of national arts, just now, actually did not play the slightest role.

"How is it possible, this kind of mastery of strength is far above the dark energy. Even an ancestor, even a master of transformation like Tiger Head Shaobao, can't make me completely lose the ability to resist in an instant!"

After the two of them parted with one touch, at this moment, looking at Chen Bailu who was standing in place, Li Qingping at this time looked at it again, the other party's loose standing posture and frivolous steps were no longer a manifestation of innumerable learning.

But in the legend, after cultivating the national art to the unity of heaven and man, and returning to the basics, it is tantamount to the profound realm of ordinary people.

Therefore, at this moment, Li Qingping bowed to Chen Bailu in the incredible eyes of everyone, and said: "Mr. Chen's meritorious participation in the creation of the country, and his willingness to come to the National Mighty Martial Arts Hall to teach, is really a blessing for my country's Mighty Martial Arts Hall."

However, Li Qingping has a personal question, I wonder if Mr. Chen can give advice?

As soon as Li Qingping said this, Zhao Yuanshan, the coaches and students in the Guowei Martial Arts Hall were all shocked.

"This Chen Bailu, silent, is so powerful?"

"How is it possible, even Pavilion Master Li has lost, how old is he? Unless he is the protagonist of the Mandate of Heaven in the novel!"

"Hey, did you see what just happened?"

"It seems that Pavilion Li can't beat this guy named Chen Bailu!"

......

At this time, Chen Bailu also bowed his hand and said: "Pavilion Master Li is polite, no matter how high your kung fu practice is, you must eat cereals."

Flesh and blood, how can you be the enemy of guns, to put it bluntly, this is no longer the era of warriors!"

Hearing this, Li Qingping nodded secretly, but asked Chen Bailu quite respectfully: "Dare to ask Mr. Chen, what level of national art has it reached?"

"Swallow a golden pill in your stomach, my life is up to me!"

After that, with one or two prompts faintly coming from his ears, Chen Bailu looked around at this time, but walked slowly to a corner with sandbags stacked not far away.

The toes were lightly picked, and the largest sandbag was immediately lifted into the air under the flotation technique. The next moment, with Chen Bailu's bland straight punch blasting out, the moment of contact, under the activation of the levitation technique, the sandbag immediately flew away into the distance like a disemboweled cannonball.

The sandbags in this national martial arts hall are generally made of PU space leather or microfiber leather jackets, the hitting parts are thickened and thickened, the middle layer is high-elastic sponge foam, the rubber rag is solid, and the iron chain bearing turntable has a human body feeling, and its weight ranges from 40 to 80 kilograms.

The largest sandbag that Chen Bailu threw out was the largest sandbag of 80 kilograms, and its weight was comparable to that of a sturdy adult man.

After watching the largest sandbag leap nearly twenty meters away in a roar, it slammed into the thick walls of the martial arts hall with a loud muffled sound.

Whether it was Li Qingping, the coach and student of the Guowei Martial Arts Gym, or Zhao Yuanshan on the side, the whole person had fallen into dementia.

"White ...... Bailu, that sandbag just now, is it fake?"

As Zhao Yuanshan opened his mouth in disbelief, a coach had already run over in disbelief and kicked heavily on the sandbag that had already landed. With the muffled sound on the sandbag, the next moment, a series of prompts had begun to come from Chen Bailu's ears frantically.

"Ding, congratulations on your performance for making a person believe it, 0.3% progress. ”

"Ding, congratulations on your performance for making a person believe in it, 0.6% progress. ”

"Ding, congratulations on your performance for making a person believe it, 0.9% progress. ”

......

"Ding, congratulations on your performance for making a person believe it and progress 100%. ”

"Ding, pretending to be a god and playing ghosts successfully, obtaining the national art cultivation, holding the Dan Grandmaster. ”

The next moment, Chen Bailu only felt that he was up and down his body, and countless blood streams seemed to be condensed, flowing in the blood vessels like lead and mercury.

At the same time, countless memories of national art have begun to be infused into Chen Bailu's mind. Chen Bailu's punch and kick, and even his breath, have been deeply imprinted into the instinct that belongs to the Grandmaster of Guoshu Baodan.

Strength, great power, Chen Bailu really has such a powerful power for the first time.