Rural Shennong

"Snapped!"

The loud slap sounded again, the sound was crisp and loud, and everyone's scalp was numb.

Wei Dongyue was staggered by the slap, and before he could stand still, Chen Ping followed.

"Snapped!"

"Clap!"

Slap after slap.

A martial artist of the pinnacle of external strength, facing Chen Ping, he didn't even have the power to fight back.

In the first two or three moves, Wei Dongyue still had the tricks, but his punches and kicks were all futile, and he would be slapped in the face before he even touched Chen Ping.

Then Wei Dongyue's fists and feet became chaotic, and the sound of slaps became more intensive like a storm, crackling and crackling.

The Wei family couldn't bear to look directly at it anymore, many of them closed their eyes or turned their heads away.

Mr. Wei frowned slightly, but he didn't intend to stop him.

Even though Wei Dongyue was his son, to be slapped in the face like this was an unimaginable humiliation in his life.

But this is Wei Dongyue's own doing.

Chen Ping is a master of martial arts, you are an external martial artist, if you challenge a martial arts master face to face, you are almost pointing at his nose and scolding him.

Not to mention being slapped in the face, even if you were beaten to death, you deserve it.

It took less than half a minute for Wei Dongyue to go from the initial rage, to panic, to collapse.

"Puff!" With a sound, Wei Dongyue knelt on the ground, choked up with his head in his arms and said, "I admit defeat, stop beating! Please, please stop beating!"

Before Chen Ping said that he didn't want to fight Wei Dongyue, he was afraid of making him cry, everyone thought Chen Ping was arrogant.

At this moment, seeing Wei Dongyue kneeling down and crying bitterly, begging for mercy loudly, all the members of the Wei family got cold feet and got goose bumps all over their bodies.

Wei Dongyue's guts were about to turn green with regret.

Who would have thought that a persimmon that looked soft on the outside contained an iron hedgehog.

He failed to pinch the persimmon, but pricked himself bloody.

Wei Dongyue's self-confidence, dignity and pride were all shattered by more than a dozen slaps, he didn't even have the courage to raise his head.

At this time, not to mention him, even the servants of the Wei family could see that Chen Ping was a martial arts master.

Although Chen Ping has not used his internal strength.

But beating a martial artist at the peak of external strength is like beating a son, what else can it be except a martial arts master?

Chen Ping glanced at Wei Dongyue indifferently, and walked towards the hall.

The Wei family recovered from the shock, and made way for Chen Ping in a panic.

The previous disdain and contempt all turned into panic.

Martial arts masters in their 20s, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe it if they were killed.

Most of them are at Chen Ping's age, and they are still wandering around the stalls where they are introduced to foreign strength.

Old Master Wei clasped his fists and said, "Xiaoyou Chen has outstanding talent and superb cultivation, I admire you!"

"Gouzi doesn't know what's good or bad, thank you Chen Xiaoyou for your mercy!"

No way, Master Wei has no choice but to admit it.

Who told him that his son provoked him first, and Chen Ping hadn't hit hard yet.

Otherwise, Wei Dongyue wouldn't even be able to save his life, and if he was beaten and cried, it would only be regarded as his own humiliation, and he deserved it!

Chen Ping said calmly: "Old Master Wei is too famous!"

"Let me show you the injury!"

As soon as Chen Ping said this, the rest of the Wei family couldn't help but become agitated.

Leaving aside that Chen Ping is just a martial arts master, is there any way to heal Mr. Wei's wounds.

Just say that he had formed such a big quarrel with the Wei family when he first came in, who would dare to rest assured that he could treat Wei Hongye's illness?

What if Chen Ping starts with evil intentions?

Wei Hongye frowned slightly: "What are you mumbling about, you don't understand any rules, so shut up!"

In fact, Mr. Wei was also beating drums in his heart, but he was seriously injured. Facing Chen Ping, who is also a martial arts master, he was not at all sure of winning.

And when he met Chen Ping for the first time, he didn't know what kind of temperament Chen Ping had.

What if this young man is hot-blooded?

Thinking of this, Wei Hongye smiled slightly and said, "Little friend is willing to help me, I am naturally grateful, come on!"

Stretching out his head with a knife, retracting his head is also a knife, Wei Hongye can only bet that Chen Ping will not harm him.

Even if Chen Ping harmed him, he would admit it. Anyway, with this crippled body, he would not be able to defeat Zuo Bingxiu, no matter how bad he could be.

Amid the tense expressions of everyone, Chen Ping walked up behind Wei Hongye and pressed his shoulders.

Wei Hongye almost jumped up, suppressing the fear in his heart so he didn't jump up directly.

Chen Ping said softly: "Old man, relax!"

Wei Hongye took a deep breath, and his tense muscles slowly collapsed.

He's a bachelor, it's all over and he's still struggling.

There was a smile on the corner of Chen Ping's mouth, this old man is quite open-minded.

If it were him, he would not easily hand over his life to a stranger whom he met for the first time.

After Wei Hongye relaxed, Chen Ping took out the needle box and picked up two silver needles.

Otherwise, if it is so tight, even if Chen Ping breaks the needle, he won't be able to get in.

Seeing Chen Ping using acupuncture, the Wei family were dumbfounded.

Isn't it nonsense to treat a martial artist in the same way as an ordinary person, or a martial artist whose cultivation level has reached a martial arts master?

But how did they know how advanced the medical skills Chen Ping inherited.

He didn't feel anything when the needle pierced Wei Hongye's back.

But then Chen Ping spread out his hands, and when he pressed his back, Wei Hongye's feeling became stronger.

"He actually gave warriors healing means? This... how is this possible!"

That warm and soothing inner strength really exists, he couldn't help but believe it.

Because the general internal energy is used for attacking, it is fierce and strong, it is not so gentle at all.

Only the inner strength suitable for treatment can be so gentle.

Chen Ping, who was behind him, frowned slightly: "This old man has already reached the middle stage of inner strength, and he has opened up sixteen meridians, which is not easy to handle!"

The flesh, muscles, and bones cultivated by external strength have been trained to the peak, and these external strengths will be transformed into internal strength and stored in important meridians.

Martial arts masters start out by opening up the main vein among the hundred veins, which is one of the two veins of Ren Du.

Wei Hongye's cultivation technique is rather rigid, so what he developed was the Ren Meridian.

One of the main veins is completely connected, and the inner strength is stored, which is the introduction of inner strength.

Around this main meridian, open up other meridians, and form an effective circulation in these meridians according to the exercises, which is the middle stage of inner strength.

Wei Hongye's current cultivation is like this.

He has opened up fifteen meridians around the Ren meridian, a total of sixteen meridians, and formed an effective cycle.

If Wei Hongye wants to go further, he needs to keep trying to attack another main line.

Ren and Du's two veins are all connected, which means the great achievement of inner strength.

When fifteen meridians around the second main meridian are also opened up, which are symmetrical left and right, forming an effective circulation according to his skills, that is the peak of internal strength, and he has the conditions to become a martial arts master.

Chen Ping muttered while sorting out the berserk internal energy in Wei Hongye's body and guiding it back to the sixteen meridians he cultivated.

"The Wei family's skills are not very good. They are all in the middle stage of external strength, and the sixteen meridians that have only been cultivated are not as good as my entry into internal strength."

"What's the point of practicing this technique? Even if he reaches the peak of his internal energy, he can cultivate up to 32 meridians, so he can store more internal energy?"

What Chen Ping said was just thinking about it in his heart. If he said it, Wei Hongye would spit out a mouthful of old blood in anger.

Any martial arts master knows that the more meridians are opened up, the stronger the internal energy stored.

Theoretically speaking, a person with strong inner strength who can open up all the veins is more powerful than a master.

But that's just a theory, it's impossible in practice.

Not to mention that there is no exercise in the world that can cultivate Baimai, even if there is, no one dares to practice it.

The resources needed will be an astronomical figure that no one can bear, not to mention, first of all, there is not enough time.

If you can't get through the two meridians of Ren and Du as soon as possible, cultivate the subordinate meridians according to the exercises, and hit the martial arts master, and wait for the body to age naturally, how can there be any hope of hitting the master?

Only if Wei Hongye can penetrate all 32 tendons can he be qualified to become a master.