Zhou Ping looked at his empty hands, and the surprise in his eyes became even stronger.
Look at the other side.
Baili Pangpang grabbed the chopsticks, his eyes filled with excitement!
He snatched a chopstick from the sword master's hand!
Worth it!
Although he may be beaten badly, from a certain perspective, he can be regarded as defeating the Sword Master!
After Zhou Ping was stunned for a moment, he finally came to his senses and silently took out the second chopstick from his pocket...
Baili's fat smile suddenly stiffened.
ten minutes later.
Baili Pangpang, who had been beaten 20 times unilaterally, lay on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head, and stopped thinking.
Lin Qiye and Cao Yuan dragged him off the field, and An Qingyu walked onto the field third to confront Zhou Ping.
An Qingyu's frontal combat ability is not strong, and he did not use the big killer weapon [Elegy]. Basically, like Cao Yuan and Baili Pangpang, he was in a state of being beaten unilaterally.
But unlike the two of them, the worse An Qingyu was beaten, the more excited he became!
His eyes were fixed on Zhou Ping's body, as if he were looking at some kind of endangered rare creature. His eyes were sharp and he looked eager to dissect the other person.
This look made Zhou Ping feel a little nervous.
After the announcement, An Qingyu walked towards the edge of the warehouse with staggering steps, looking back every three steps, as if he was still a little reluctant to leave Zhou Ping.
"...Next one." Zhou Ping spoke slowly.
Jia Lan and Lin Qiye looked at each other, stood up from the ground, and walked openly to the center of the open space.
She had changed back into her original dark blue Han robe. Her long black hair was tied up with a rope and hung naturally to her waist. She raised her white hands in a fighting posture.
She swayed and rushed towards Zhou Ping quickly.
Zhou Ping just stood there quietly, with no intention of taking action.
Jialan's figure rushed in front of him, and the ancient fighting skills were instantly launched, with dazzling fist shadows thrown out, but Zhou Ping just dodged one after another. After about ten seconds, he confirmed that Jialan could only swing
After punching his fist, he shook his head slightly.
He raised his right hand, a sword sound echoed in the air, and the wooden chopstick lightly touched Jialan's palm...
Then he was caught in the palm of Jialan's hand.
Zhou Ping:?
The sword-like wooden chopsticks were quietly and tightly grasped by Jialan. The latter's expression did not change at all, as if what she was grasping was really just a chopstick.
Snapped--!!
Jialan used force and broke the chopsticks in his hands!
Zhou Ping:???
Zhou Ping looked blankly at the half of chopsticks left in his hand. The next moment, a punch sounded in his ears. He quickly moved back to avoid the blow, and his eyes when looking at Jialan had completely changed.
Grabbing his sword energy with your bare hands?
Are you kidding me?
Even if it's just a chopstick, the sword energy attached to it is no joke!
Zhou Ping looked at Jialan, and simply threw away half of the chopsticks in his hand. His index and middle fingers came together to form a sword shape, and he made several strokes towards the void.
Senran sword energy spurted out, hitting Jialan's body like a wave, and the latter was like a sea-fixing needle, standing still in the rolling sword energy, as if what passed over her body was not sword energy, but ordinary
The same wind.
Jialan's body bowed slightly, and the next moment he rushed forward with the sword energy, clenching his fists tightly.
"Sword Cage."
Zhou Ping murmured, and several thick sword energy erupted with him as the center, stabbing around Jialan instantly, like an invisible sword energy cage, locking Jialan in place.
Jialan was trapped in the cage and tried hard to move, but to no avail.
After struggling for a long time, she sighed helplessly.
Zhou Ping was thoughtful, he waved his palm lightly, and the sword energy cage disappeared without a trace.
"Okay, next one."
Jialan dejectedly walked to the edge of the warehouse and sat down, completely unaware that the other friends looked at her as if they were looking at monsters.
"Sister Jialan... you're awesome!" Baili Pangpang, the fan leader, couldn't help but said, "You fought with the Sword Master for more than five minutes, and you didn't get hurt at all. You even broke the Sword Master's chopsticks! How can you?
It’s so strong!”
Hearing Baili Pangpang's heartfelt admiration, Jialan raised his head slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
She turned to look at Lin Qiye beside her and said seriously: "Be careful."
"Um."
Lin Qiye nodded, stood up from the ground, and walked towards the center of the open space.
ten minutes later.
Lin Qiye, with a bruised nose and swollen face, lay on his back, looking at the ceiling above his head, and fell into deep thought...
The strength of both sides is not of the same magnitude at all.
He doesn't have Jialan's perverted defense, so if he encounters a human ceiling, there is no way he can make a comeback.
Lin Qiye tried his best. Except for soul carrying, he basically used all the other forbidden ruins. But no matter how he attacked, Zhou Ping could break all his attacks with just one sword. This time, he
It can be regarded as a true experience of what the absolute strength gap is.
Looking at each other with Cao Yuan, Baili Pangpang and others, everyone saw the bitterness in each other's eyes.
Among the five of them, except for Jialan, who was unharmed, the other four were beaten to the point of almost autistic, but there was nothing they could do about it.
"Today's training ends here. You can go back and rest." Zhou Ping said a word, and regardless of the reactions of Lin Qiye and others, he turned around and walked into the house.
Therefore, Lin Qiye and others could only look at each other, supported each other, and returned to their rooms with difficulty.
…
That night.
The moon and stars are sparse.
The five people sat on the concrete floor outside the warehouse, silently surrounding the bonfire.
Except for Jialan, the other four people were all wrapped in bandages like rice dumplings. They lowered their heads and looked at the burning bonfire, wondering what they were thinking.
Today's training had a more or less impact on their mentality.
After coming out of the fasting house, they experienced all kinds of things, including the virgin forest, Fengdu, the mist of Gusu, and even the massacre of the Baili family. Each time they were able to deal with it with their own strength, which made them invisible.
An inexplicable self-confidence arose in them, but today, their self-confidence was shattered into pieces.
In front of the truly strong, they realize how weak they are, which is a huge blow to them.
"What do you think...Senior Juggernaut is doing?" Baili Pangpang was the first to break the silence, "He has been shutting himself in his room since the afternoon training and didn't even eat dinner."
"I don't know." Lin Qiye shook his head.
Although he could use his mental perception to detect the situation in Zhou Ping's house, in front of a human ceiling, he would undoubtedly be deceived by doing so. He was afraid that the other party would have noticed it as soon as he extended his mental power.