Rural Shennong

Seeing Zuo Bingxiu unleash such a gorgeous big move and "beat up" Chen Ping, Yang Hanye's voice was almost hoarse with excitement.

"Hit, hit hard, beat him to a pulp!"

"Hahaha, Chen Ping, you still have today, this is what will happen when you fight against me!"

He can't wait to switch identities with Zuo Bingxiu, and vent all the shame and humiliation he got from Chen Ping before in one breath.

Lei Luan's heart was twisted like a knife, and two lines of tears flowed from the corner of his eyes: "Why do you insist on it? Why?"

Zuo Bingxiu's spin continued, and Chen Ping was still resisting.

The spectator seats, which were noisy all day long, gradually quieted down.

They were not only shocked by Zuo Bingxiu's horrific attack, they were even more shocked by Chen Ping's ability to stand motionless on the edge of the ring for such a long time under such an attack far beyond the scope of human comprehension.

"He...he is not human!"

"Fall down, fall down quickly, don't hold on!"

"Is he made of iron? Even if it is a piece of iron, it should be smashed, right?"

In Zuo Bingxiu's eyes, Chen Ping is nothing like iron, he is simply a piece of fine steel that has been forged for thousands of years.

That punch and kick hit Chen Ping, not only did Chen Ping show no sign of weakening, but his momentum became stronger and stronger.

The force of the shock made Zuo Bingxiu's hands and feet numb, and his blood surged.

Zuo Bingxiu couldn't fight any longer, and after sweeping the last kick, he was about to pull back.

Chen Ping sneered: "You are nothing more than that, want to run now? It's too late!"

"Huh!" A gust of wind rose from the edge of the ring and slammed into Zuo Bingxiu who was retreating violently.

Chen Ping was too fast, his figure almost turned into an afterimage, and appeared in front of Zuo Bingxiu in an instant.

Zuo Bingxiu had already consumed a lot of internal strength, and his aura had turned from prosperity to decline, so he wanted to avoid Chen Ping's oncoming heavy punch first.

But he found that the seemingly innocuous fist seemed to cover all his evasive routes.

When Chen Ping used the nine stone-cracking moves once, Zuo Bingxiu was forced to resist.

"Boom!"

Two pairs of fists made of flesh and blood collided together, making a sound like steel colliding.

Chen Ping continued to attack unabated, but Zuo Bingxiu spit out a mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth, and staggered back again and again.

Seeing this, Yang Hanye, who was lying on the bulletproof glass wall, flipped over and fell on the chair in embarrassment: "This is impossible!"

This is a fist-to-fist, head-to-head, no-frills collision.

Even if the two sides hedge against a tie, Yang Hanye can accept it.

But Zuo Bingxiu, who had blocked Chen Ping on the edge of the ring and beat him up just now, was beaten so hard that he vomited blood.

It took only a few breaths to fall from heaven to hell.

Yang Hanye's face was full of shock and madness, he couldn't accept this fact.

Unwillingness, disbelief, anger, fear, Yang Hanye's hideous and terrifying face no longer looks like a human being.

But no matter how much he resented, he couldn't change the situation in the arena.

Chen Ping's Nine Stone-Cracking Styles are not only fierce and domineering, but also unpredictable, even more complicated than Zuo Bingxiu's proud soft-strength martial arts.

Zuo Bingxiu's mentality was going to explode.

Zuo Bingxiu found it incredible that Chen Ping had such a terrifying inner strength at such a young age.

Now even Chen Ping's martial arts are better than him, how can Zuo Bingxiu accept this.

"Your bully me too much, I will fight with you!"

Zuo Bingxiu had just taken the position of the overlord of the Lingnan martial arts world, his buttocks were still warm, and he was about to be kicked away, how could he be reconciled.

Moreover, he had put on such an arrogant and dismissive attitude before.

If he was defeated by Chen Ping today, he would lose not only his honor, but also his dignity and pride.

"Huh!" Zuo Bingxiu made another attack, using his master's unique skill, attacking with all his strength, without any reservations.

Zuo Bingxiu didn't know Wei Hongye's forbidden style of injuring one thousand enemies and eight hundred self-inflicted injuries.

But this move piercing the palm of the heart, it seems that the momentum is not big, but it is very insidious and strange, and it is also his secret skill.

As the name implies, as long as the palm touches any part of the opponent, the inner strength attached to the palm will attract the opponent, leaving the opponent nowhere to escape.

Then, all the internal strength in the body burst out, and it was output from the palm at once, breaking the opponent's heart veins.

Although this heart-piercing palm consumes a lot of internal strength, its power is also very powerful.

Zuo Bingxiu usually wouldn't use this kind of ultimate move lightly, it's his trump card to save his life.

He hadn't used it against Wei Hongye before, but now he doesn't care so much.

As long as he can touch a little bit, Zuo Bingxiu has the confidence to rely on the strong explosive power of the heart-piercing palm to severely injure Chen Ping with one blow.

"Snapped!"

With a soft sound, fists and palms collided.

"I touched it! And it sucked it in!" Zuo Bingxiu was ecstatic, about to explode his internal energy and shatter Chen Ping's heart.

Before he could mobilize his internal energy from the meridians of his whole body, the ecstasy on Zuo Bingxiu's face was replaced by endless horror: "No!"

The strong wind caused by the heart-piercing palm was not strong, but Chen Ping felt the danger of this palm.

Chen Ping sneered and said, "This is your trump card? That's all!"

Before Zuo Bingxiu's inner energy was fully mobilized, he felt a stronger inner energy rushing from Chen Ping's fist to his arm.

This internal energy was extremely domineering, and the little internal energy Zuo Bingxiu had just mobilized was smashed into pieces like a broken one.

The two people collided with each other with fists and palms, which was extremely dangerous, but in the eyes of outsiders, it took only a split second.

Before everyone could blink their eyes, they saw Zuo Bingxiu's attacking arm, starting from the palm, suddenly shattered and exploded into clouds of blood mist.

Chen Ping still maintained the posture of punching, Zuo Bingxiu flew upside down.

The shattered cloud of blood mist has not stopped, leaving a clear trace of blood-colored rainbow in mid-air.

It was as if Chen Ping's punch just now planted a bunch of bombs in Zuo Bingxiu's body.

From Zuo Bingxiu's palm, along his arms, the explosion continued upwards, until it reached his shoulders, and then along his chest until Zuo Bingxiu's lower abdomen.

In fact, the first form of Chen Ping's nine rock-cracking forms is not that powerful.

Zuo Bingxiu's misery can be regarded as his own fault.

Who let the internal energy he mobilized from his dantian be dissipated by Chen Ping's internal energy before it reached his palm.

All of a sudden, it was Chen Ping's internal energy, mixed with Zuo Bingxiu's own internal energy, poured down his palm and arm into his dantian, directly crippling Zuo Bingxiu.

Zuo Bingxiu was like a rag doll, he couldn't even maintain his balance in mid-air, flew more than ten meters, fell hard on the ring, and slid another five or six meters before stopping.

This is the martial arts master?But that's all!

Chen Ping wanted to feel the attack power of a martial arts master.

So he dodges, he resists.

Now Chen Ping only has one feeling, and that is disappointment.

Zuo Bingxiu didn't meet his expectations, and he couldn't even force out his full strength.

Chen Ping looked indifferent, showing no joy of victory at all.

However, there was a large sound of "gudong!"

They were all dumbfounded by Chen Ping's violence and cruelty.

Zuo Bingxiu was as miserable as he could be, his arms to his lower abdomen were riddled with holes, and blood flowed horizontally.

Anyone who is not blind can see that he is finished.