What Yang Ping hated most in his life was that others said he was "crippled". Being stabbed by Gan Qing caused his alveoli to swell and turn him into a puffer fish. He overcame his psychological barrier to "Wan Muchun" on the spot.

Like a ghost, he bullied Gan Qing and wanted to beat her to pieces.

At the same time, Gan Qing also flew backwards. Her steps were not as light as Qiu Qing's. She didn't seem to be lifted up from the ground and dragged along, but each step just made it past Yang Ping's fist and fist.

The palm of the hand seems to be unwilling to use even an extra bit of strength.

Light dust and fallen leaves were picked up by her footsteps and moved with the wind.

A telescopic stick suddenly appeared from Yang Ping's sleeve and swept across Gan Qing's chest. Gan Qing suddenly folded it back, and the corners of his worn coat flew up like a flower that suddenly bloomed. At the same time, Yu Lanchuan Golf

The club was inserted horizontally and hit the telescopic stick.

Gan Qing laughed loudly: "Which tail of yours did I step on, Senior Yang? As soon as I came up, I was going to smash the plain into a basin... Hiss!"

Yang Ping pried up the long stick with both hands and forced Yu Lanchuan back a few steps. Yu Lanchuan was drunk by Gan Qing without any restraint. He was distracted for a moment and stepped on her in a hurry.

The toes of Gan Qing's shoes were flattened by him, and he jumped up on one leg, his expert demeanor gone: "Master Xiao Yu, where are you from!"

Yu Lanchuan had no time to pay attention to her, so he immediately changed his tactics.

Hanjiang Seven Techniques was originally an epee swordsmanship, which had a bit of a "clever but unworkable" feel to it, which was inconsistent with the colorful little Yu Ye's temperament - this handsome guy originally had to face the mirror when practicing on the balcony.

It doesn't have to be in place, but the pose can't.

Therefore, his "Seven Techniques of Hanjiang" have always been elegant and agile, but lacked some of the original meaning of swordsmanship.

However, at this time, the heavy weight of the golf club restricted his performance, forcing him to cut out the complex and simplify. However, Yang Ping was a rare master in his life. When he saw the tricks, he vaguely touched something he had never touched before.

, I caught a glimpse of the sages fishing in the snow on the Hanjiang River. It was empty and quiet. Looking at the flowing time from a place where life was cut off, my heart suddenly became calm.

In fact, every martial arts system is not just about fists and kicks. It has been passed down for thousands of years, and each has its own set of ideas. They can generally be attributed to the eight words "the heaven, the earth, the mountains and the rivers, and the ups and downs of people." It is the first thing the master teaches when he teaches martial arts.

Lesson. It’s just that the first lesson is like the preface of the textbook. It seems to be an outline, but in fact it is not important at all. It is always forgotten after learning.

The pursuit of being more powerful than anyone else and being able to fight better than anyone can already be regarded as "remaining true to the original intention"; chasing more people for "front row" does not count, even the forces and interests behind the front row must be embraced.

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Holding them, they become obsessed and will not stop until they die.

With a flick of Gan Qing's fingers, a small blade flew towards Yang Ping's neck. His throat was a critical point. Yang Ping dodged by instinct. The knife grazed his front and bounced onto Yu Lanchuan's club. Yu Lanchuan flicked the

The blade was blocked slightly, the blade turned around, and was held in Gan Qing's hand again.

Yang Ping held the club with both hands, and before his center of gravity could be stabilized, the deadly knife blocked his movement. Yang Ping shouted loudly before swiping her away, and Yan Hao swept his bottom plate with another stick.

These three people are all fighting and harassing. They all know that there is a gap in force between themselves and Yang Ping. No one will fight with him. They will just come and get involved and run away. They will replace others and will not let him go.

Don't confront him head-on.

Yang Ping grinded his teeth and realized that these kids were really trying to hold him back until the police arrived.

The short stick in his hand turned into a shadow, spinning and deflecting Yu Lanchuan's stick, passing him by the shoulder. Then the short stick suddenly extended a few inches and struck Yan Hao's wrist accurately.

Hao's wrist felt numb and the weapon fell out of his hand.

Gan Qing, however, was much smarter than the two of them. He didn't fight with him at all and walked away as soon as he touched him. The flying small blade always blocked Yang Ping's path, giving the two men time to catch up at any time.

Yang Ping poked the short stick into the ground, stood one meter away from her, and suddenly sneered: "Wan Muchun is everywhere and pervasive, and now he doesn't even dare to attack the upright Kazuto!"

Gan Qing replied nonchalantly: "I can't help it, I'm disabled."

The corners of Yang Ping's eyes twitched a few times, and he glanced at Yan Hao and Yu Lanchuan who were surrounding them on guard, and said slowly: "Back then, Wei Xiao's life-and-death contest was one against many. Although he was not a good guy,

But at least he knows how to save face. If he knew that his descendants had turned from eagles and wolves into jackals, I don’t know how he would feel."

Gan Qing has been mixed up like this. She no longer has a crystal clear heart. She even thinks of herself as a "goddess".

Don't care: "What else can you think about it? Every generation is not as good as the last, that's your father's mantra."

Yang Ping: "..."

Yu Lanchuan was choked by Gan Qing and jumped up and down every day. Finally, he had the opportunity to watch her blade move outwards, and he felt indescribably happy.

Gan Qing issued a sincere invitation: "If you have any other personal attacks you want to make, just open your mouth."

Yang Ping's cheeks tensed up for a moment. He didn't know what he thought of, but he suddenly laughed again: "You want to drag me to the police, so what can you do?"

Yu Lanchuan: "It's not that great, but if you want to attack the police like we did, the next wave might be a gun."

"To tell you the truth, even if they arrest me, I won't be able to escape from prison," Yang Ping said with a sneer. "Even if I go with them honestly, what can they do to me? What crime am I guilty of? Beat me."

Injuring that little girl? She was the one who committed the murder first with a knife. I just pinched off her wrist holding the knife without killing her. Is that too much?"

Gan Qing realized something and his eyes turned cold.

"Organize and join the underworld? I have been expelled from the Beggar Gang for eighteen years. Can you find me when it comes to the Beggar Gang?" Yang Ping stood up his telescopic stick and put it in the crook of his arm.

"You said that I burned so and so to death thirty years ago, and beat so and so to death ten or eight years ago. It's really a bloody mouthful. Do you have any evidence?"

Quietly, she forced herself to stand up. The little mute girl opened her mouth and said "ah" with all her strength.

Yang Ping didn't even bother to look at her, and his turbid eyes were locked on Gan Qing: "The bones of the dead have been rotted into dregs, and Wei Xiao's three and a half small shabby houses have long been turned into lawns. I don't admit it, you can take it."

What should I do? What can you do to Wang Jiusheng?"

Gan Qing's voice was deep in his hoarse throat: "Is it really Wang Jiusheng?"

"Otherwise, who else could be there?" Yang Ping said, "Back then, when we all rebelled against each other, the grandsons of the Beggar Clan were all busy licking the feet of the old leader and praising him for being 'selfless', and no one listened to my instructions. Except for the Xingfei Clan, there were also

Who can dig three feet into the ground and dig out Wei Xiao, an earthworm that hides its head and tail?"

Gan Qing's fingertips rubbed the blade in his hand back and forth.

Yang Ping: "How about it? Do you want to kill Wang Jiusheng? Go ahead and kill him. After killing him, you will have to hide your name and hide from the wanted order."

Yu Lanchuan: "You don't have to worry about this, you..."

Yang Ping raised his short stick towards Gan Qing, pointed at her and said, "Why don't you make a bet with me?"

Gan Qing raised his eyelids.

"Let all the idle people go away. Stop hiding. Come and compete with me. Let me see. I still have the magical skill of 'Pao Ding Jie Niu'. If you lose, go back and be yours."

You bastard, if you dare to trouble me again in this life, your master will be sent to the eighteenth level of hell, his skin will be peeled off and his muscles will be cramped, and he will never be reincarnated."

Gan Qing: "What if I beat you?"

Yang Ping seemed to have heard some innocent child's words, and couldn't help but laugh: "Then I will surrender to the police myself, and I promise that I will never be unlucky alone, and I will help you drag Wang Jiusheng in as a backstop."

Yu Lanchuan frowned: "Gan Qing..."

Gan Qing raised his hand towards him.

Yu Lanchuan: "He just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to escape. Only mentally retarded people would be fooled like this!"

Gan Qing's eyes were fixed on Yang Ping, he took out the hand-wrapped cloth strip from his pocket and tied it around his right hand.

Yu Lanchuan: "What are you going to do?"

Gan Qing took off his coat and handed it to the shivering quietly: "I am mentally retarded."

Yu Lanchuan, who was still secretly feeling happy just now, took a solid pill of the World Retribution. He raised his legs and was about to step forward. Suddenly something came out of the wind in front of him. Yu Lanchuan suddenly stopped and lowered his head slowly - a pill

The small blade was nailed squarely on the front welt of his leather shoe!

"Don't make trouble, be good." Gan Qing said softly, "otherwise I will be too distracted to deal with you."

Yang Ping bared his teeth and laughed. The three-on-one situation could not be restored at all. Because Gan Qing said this, she would really fight against her companions. When encircling and suppressing a master like Yang Ping, let alone being distracted and fighting within, even if she did not cooperate properly,

He would easily take advantage of the situation and slip away. As long as Yu Lanchuan and the others still have sense, the best option now is to just watch the battle.

"You are not timid, you are really brave," Yang Ping said, "Wei Xiao was defeated by me back then."

"Wei Xiao was not defeated by you," Gan Qing said word for word. "He was defeated by Wang Jiusheng. You were just driven by Wang Jiusheng to collect a corpse. Also, the last one

With your tone, the person who said I'm 'not cowardly' is Wei Huan, whose bones have been licked by maggots long ago."

Yang Ping clenched his hands into fists. As his arms became engorged with blood, the blood vessels protruding under his rugged skin became more ferocious. From a distance, his hands were a little purple. He was caught off guard and took the lead. This time, Gan Qing did not dodge left or right.

, with a "buzz" sound, the blade and the telescopic stick rubbed together making a tooth-staining sound.

Yan Hao subconsciously took a step back. For a moment, he almost felt that the light of the sword flashed before his eyes.

For the first time, the spectators who were born in the peaceful era felt the compelling murderous intention - Yu Lanchuan and Yan Hao had both fought against Gan Qing and knew that she was very powerful, but generally speaking, she was similar to those in their class.

Every time I take an exam, I get the best results from my “excellent” classmates.

Yu Lanchuan even once thought that she was just a "missing girl" with lots of tricks.

It was only then that he realized belatedly that the reason why the girl "made a mistake" back then was because she killed Wei Huan when she was seventeen years old.

He's not some helpless cat or dog, he's a blood-ridden, extremely vicious...her senior fellow apprentice.

Gan Qing never took them seriously.

In such a blink of an eye, Yang Ping and Gan Qing had passed each other. Yang Ping's short stick hit Gan Qing's ribs. At the same time, he tilted his head unnaturally - his eyelids were scratched by a knife.

A long and thin wound. If he hadn't closed his eyes quickly, the knife would have landed on his eyeball.

Gan Qing received a solid blow from the stick, her upper body swayed slightly, and her eye circles that were a little bloody due to the cold seemed to be a little redder, but she didn't say a word.

She reacted slowly.
To be continued...