Rural Shennong

As soon as the experts make a move, they will know if there is any.

This sentence is untenable in the martial arts world.

All the first-class fighters who have developed external strength don't need to measure it at all.

As long as you look at the opponent's demeanor and feel the vitality of the opponent, you can estimate the opponent's martial arts realm.

In the world of martial arts, it is not a strange technique that can hide the breath, but it is the patent of the master.

Because this type of exercises is not only very difficult to practice, but also does not improve martial arts cultivation.

Ordinary warriors don't have enough time to improve their cultivation, so there is no time to study those things.

No one would have imagined that there is such a heaven-defying technique as Changqing Jue in the world that can not only improve one's cultivation, but also gather hidden realms of cultivation and heal others.

It's too late to think about those now.

Their external energy met Chen Ping's external energy, just like an egg hitting a rock.

"Bang bang!"

Fist to fist, the clothes on the forearms of the two warriors exploded at the same time, and each of them crippled an arm.

The two of them turned pale in shock and retreated violently.

Lin Shanshan, who was peeping at the door, cheered and jumped up: "Don't you take my brother-in-law seriously? How crazy are you!"

The people in the room were shocked and angry, ashamed and annoyed.

Who would have thought that Chen Ping would pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. He was clearly a mid-term powerhouse of external strength on par with Mao Ting, but he would even pretend to be a beginner in external strength.

You are so young, you have this kind of cultivation, and your future is limitless. Wouldn't it be good to practice orthodox exercises to improve your cultivation?

Still have the mind to engage in these crooked exercises?

In fact, Mao Ting was the most shocked in the room.

When he met Chen Ping at the bar, he was not a first-class martial artist who had developed external strength.

It has only been less than two months, and this guy's cultivation has caught up to him like a rocket.

Compared with Chen Ping, his [-] years of cultivation have all been devoted to dogs.

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, the fight outside was over, and Duan Peilong, Hua Biao and Shazhuqiang all rushed to Chen Ping's side.

Chen Ping said calmly, "I'll leave those two cripples to you!" Then he pointed at Mao Ting: "I'll deal with him!"

They are all already a beginner in external strength, and Sha Zhuqiang has even cultivated to the realm of small success in external strength.

It shouldn't be too difficult to hit the two cripples on the opposite side.

Playing in the casino just now was just a warm-up for them.

Only by fighting with real masters and fighting to the death can their kung fu improve.

Chen Ping would not waste these two free training partners.

The three are gearing up.

Duan Peilong said: "I will deal with the third child, Qiangzi, you will do it yourself!"

The faces of the two warriors in the room were flushed with anger.

"Too deceiving!"

"What the hell, you three low-level warriors, how dare you ignore me? Today we will teach you how to be human!"

Mao Ting had a very bad premonition, when Duan Peilong and the others rushed into the house, Mao Ting subconsciously wanted to step forward to stop them.

As soon as his body swayed, Chen Ping waved his fist and smashed at him: "Your opponent is me!"

In the blink of an eye, the room was in a mess.

Chen Ping's cultivation has reached the great achievement of external strength, and he is only one step away from the peak of external strength. He can completely crush Mao Ting with hard power.

But Chen Ping's fighting experience is far inferior to that of Mao Ting, who has practiced martial arts for many years.

So he deliberately suppressed his cultivation to the same level as Mao Ting, and he also needed a sparring partner who could do his best.

Mao Ting and Chen Ping punched each other, and there was a bang, and the ears of the trembling people beside the shock all went numb.

His punch was usually enough to punch through a sandbag. Chen Ping swayed, but Mao Ting didn't move at all, only feeling a little pain in his fist.

In the first trick, the two of them fought hard.

Mao Ting had the upper hand, and at this moment he was determined: "Chen Ping, you are nothing more than that!"

As he spoke, the movements of his hands didn't stop at all.

Since the strength is similar, the comparison is the fighting experience and the subtlety of the moves. In this regard, Mao Ting does not believe that Chen Ping, a brat, can be stronger than him.

Sure enough, Mao Ting just retracted his fists and turned his palms, and his moves were coherent without a single pause, forcing Chen Ping to back up and dodge.

"Heh, the reaction is pretty quick, but that's it for you!"

Just as Chen Ping dodged Mao Ting's slap, he felt wind in his crotch.

He quickly bent over to tighten his stomach.

Mao Ting's knee almost rubbed against the bottom corner of Chen Ping's clothes.

If Chen Ping dodges a little later, he will end up being beaten like a chicken and an egg.

Chen Ping was not someone who just took beatings and didn't fight back. Even though he was bent over and his posture was awkward, he still punched Mao Ting in the chest.

Just as Mao Ting wanted to resist, Chen Ping suddenly retracted his fist and slapped Mao Ting on the face.

"Snapped!"

A loud slap sounded, and Mao Ting's face quickly turned red.

Chen Ping's slap wasn't heavy, but it was extremely insulting.

Because this move was exactly what Mao Ting used just now, but Chen Ping dodged it.

But now it was brought out by Chen Ping, but it was like an antelope hanging its horns, without a trace.

"I'll kill you!" Mao Ting was about to go mad with anger, and he threw out his fists one after another, waving a shadow of fists that ordinary people couldn't see clearly, with a howling gale, covering all the vital points of Chen Ping's upper body.

"Crackling!"

There was a sound of popping beans one after another. Most of Mao Ting's fists were blocked by Chen Ping, but a few of them still hit Chen Ping.

"Bang bang bang!"

Chen Ping's shirt was blown apart, and the cloth flew around.

Chen Ping remained silent and resisted Mao Ting's attack with all his strength.

Mao Ting is indeed a master who has been famous for many years.

Even when he was extremely angry, his punches were very methodical, and some small tricks made Chen Ping's eyes shine.

He is like a dry sponge thrown into a lake, quickly absorbing the nutrient-rich water.

Mao Ting thought that Chen Ping had been hit hard and would collapse soon.

But Chen Ping was like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, after a while of punching and kicking, he became more and more courageous.

Mao Ting became more frightened and frightened as he fought.

Chen Ping's reaction speed is too fast, and his learning speed is also too fast.

Some tricks Mao Ting used were quickly used by Chen Ping on him, and they were even better than what he used.

The persecuted Mao Ting had to use all the means to suppress the bottom of the box.

But he was horrified to find that Chen Ping couldn't even do anything about his ultimate move.

Mao Ting roared loudly: "Impossible, you...you are not in the middle stage of external strength!"

External strength, to put it bluntly, is to use the elixir to increase the reaction speed and the ability to resist blows.

The gap between the two sides was in fighting skills at the beginning, but now Chen Ping's fighting skills have increased dramatically, and his powerful fighting ability and reaction speed have begun to show off.

Mao Ting was inexplicably terrified. At this moment, he discovered a phenomenon that made his scalp tingle.

That is, Chen Ping didn't even have a disordered breathing rhythm, which meant that he didn't put in all his strength at all, and just regarded him as a training partner.

Fortunately, he had sworn just now that Chen Ping was nothing more than that.

Chen Ping said calmly: "Did I tell you what cultivation I am? Shabi, you are just pretending to be sentimental!"

The endless humiliation almost burned Mao Ting's rationality: "I'm going to fight you!"

If it wasn't for the third basement floor and the house didn't even have a window, Mao Ting would have jumped out of the window and escaped long ago, but now he can only choose to do his best.

Mao Ting gave up his defense, let go of his hands and feet, and fought Chen Ping in a tragic way of exchanging injuries for injuries.

"Oh!"

The knees of the two sides bumped into each other, Chen Ping landed normally, but Mao Ting's legs twisted into an abnormal appearance.

He couldn't even stand still, but Mao Ting looked like a madman. Taking advantage of the opportunity when his body staggered and leaned forward, he punched Chen Ping firmly in the heart.

"Oh!"

With this heavy punch, Mao Ting almost used all his strength, he didn't care about any back moves or any changes.

It can be seen with the naked eye that after this punch hit Chen Ping, with his heart as the center, waves appeared layer after layer at the same time, whether it was his clothes or muscles.

Chen Ping took half a step back after being hit, turned around and swung his legs abruptly.

This was the first time that Chen Ping used all his strength to make a move. The might of a martial artist with great external strength was fully displayed by Chen Ping in this whip kick.

This whip kick turned into an afterimage in mid-air, and hit Mao Ting's chest all at once.

"Oh!"

Mao Ting was whipped like a cannonball out of the chamber, with a weight of more than 180 kilograms, his feet were lifted off the ground by this kick, and he flew backwards with blood spray all over the sky.

"boom!"

Mao Ting bumped into the wall, and a large piece of the wall was knocked off by him to the ground, and he also collapsed to the ground along with the peeled off wall.

"Wow!" Mao Ting spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked up at Chen Ping with despair on his face.

Chen Ping raised his hand and swept his chest, taking some small steps.

The place where Mao Ting's heavy punch was hit just now, his clothes were all rotten, but there was only a light red mark on his skin.

This movement of his seemed to sweep away a little dust from his clothes, and his indifferent expression did not change at all.

And the two warriors on the other side were already at the end of their battles.

Seeing that Mao Ting was maimed, they were in a state of confusion. Such a heavy punch could kill a cow in one blow, but they couldn't even injure Chen Ping. This shows that Chen Ping is at least a martial arts master with great external strength.

Under the panic, the two moved in disorder, and they were knocked down to the ground in an instant.

They were all about to cry.

What kind of monsters are these?

You are not too young, don't you hurry up and practice the skills that increase your martial arts cultivation?

What the hell, all of them have practiced heresy ways, deliberately concealing the auxiliary skills of their cultivation, and they all pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, are they sick?

If they speak out what is in their hearts, Duan Peilong and the three of them will definitely call out their grievances. We didn't mean it.

Duan Peilong and the other three martial arts rookies have not realized what a heaven-defying exercise Chen Ping taught them is the formula of longevity.

Mao Ting smiled bitterly and said, "Chen Ping, you won!"

"As long as you let us go today, I swear that I will leave the lower city immediately and never appear in front of you again."

With his hands behind his back, Chen Ping walked slowly towards Mao Ting: "Let you go? All right!"

As soon as Mao Ting breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Chen Ping's big feet fall from the sky: "You..."

"puff!"

Chen Ping stepped on Mao Ting's lower abdomen.

Mao Ting immediately arched his body like a shrimp, and the blood from his mouth flew all over the sky like he didn't want money.

Chen Ping said coldly: "You shouldn't have never done that, you arrested my relatives and threatened me!"

"If I don't kill you, I will let you live in pain and regret for the rest of your life!"

Mao Ting's face was ashen, he didn't even have the right to speak harshly.

Because of Chen Ping's kick, his dantian meridian was directly abolished, and his martial arts cultivation for more than [-] years was wiped out in one day!

What Chen Ping said was absolutely correct, his kick was more ruthless than directly stomping on Mao Ting to death.

Mao Ting knew he was doomed, and he didn't even have the qualifications to make a comeback.

Losing his boss with the hardest fist, the demise of the Razor Gang has entered the countdown.