Liu Ping was obviously exhausted. He stood up and the two sides exchanged punches and kicks. Soon he couldn't hold it anymore and could only hold his head to protect his vitals, and was attacked wildly.
Boom!
Boom!
The fists continued to hit, as if beating a drum, the sound was dull, and Liu Ping's body was covered with blood.
"Body training."
Xing Hanhan looked at Liu Ping below and suddenly frowned. He obviously practiced body-building techniques and had a strong body. Otherwise, he would have died long ago if he were beaten like this.
When she felt it carefully, she was a little surprised and said:
"Is this a masochistic body-building technique similar to the iron cloth shirt in the mortal world? It requires others to torture and attack oneself?"
"No, it's not just flesh and blood, it's also a double torture of the soul, a double torture of both the spirit and the body. This is simply unbelievable."
After thinking about it for a while, she suddenly smiled.
Junior brother, you have exceeded my expectations again, you are really good!
It's only been a few months, and this rotten peach blossom actually has this type of preliminary self-abuse magic power?
Just by looking at this hard-working way, she felt that her future might not be low!
She felt that her worries were in vain.
As expected, Junior Brother is not that kind of foolish and foolish corrupt scholar. He has extremely strong mobility and practical ability, and is quite calm!
"I just don't know what kind of destiny my cheap junior brother has? His deduction speed is too outrageous, right? Although I know that he has obtained deduction techniques such as [Tao Yan Qian Kun] as an auxiliary calculation,
But still exaggerated!”
The curiosity in her eyes became even stronger.
After all, except for Po Meng, it is impossible for them to know the fate of other disciples. This is everyone's biggest secret.
below.
Liu Ping is still being beaten.
He even relied on his own physical training techniques and held his head in his hands to resist the exhaustion of a person.
"What happened to him?"
This time, everyone was angry.
A new disciple jumped onto the ring. When he saw that Liu Ping had been defensive, he was not stupid and chose to directly anger him.
"You're a piece of trash, you just know how to roll up into a ball!"
"If it weren't for the fact that you can only use a pair of physical fists in the ring and are not allowed to use weapons, you would have died long ago!"
"What a loser!"
"You can tell at a glance that he is a coward, the kind whose wife was kidnapped!"
"Your wife has already slept with me, and you haven't stood up yet!"
...
Bang bang bang!
Liu Ping is still being beaten.
Next, several more people came on stage.
"Does it matter if he's going to die?"
Xing Hanhan suddenly smiled and said: "I think it's enough. To a certain extent, he has already defeated two or three people in the same realm. There are even people who have surpassed the fourth level in cultivation and fought him with this body-building technique.
He is so powerful that he can stop now. Is it possible that you let him defeat all the disciples at the first peak of Qi training?"
Wu Lang shook his head, and just looked down quietly, saying: "He is my eldest disciple, and I have high expectations for him."
This is a grind.
If Liu Ping really can't do it.
If he dies, let him die.
At worst, let the six paths of reincarnation bring the true spirit back.
Why is the "Tian Gou Ying Tian Jing" called the Ancestor Sutra? Not only is it timeless, but it is also because it is one of the most difficult and most difficult magic skills to practice!
This unparalleled magic skill that shocked an era is extremely difficult to practice, and it is even impossible for normal people to practice it. The courage and mind required are terrible.
Wu Lang said softly: "This technique is difficult. The world is unfair. He was born into poverty. He has to pay countless times more suffering than others to break his fate. The price is equal to the opportunity. He does not have the courage to rise from the ashes.
With courage, how can you break your destiny?"
Xing Hanhan narrowed his eyes and suddenly said with a smile: "If he is beaten to death, that's fine, it will make you give up, junior brother."
boom!
Below, Liu Ping is still bearing the blow.
But obviously.
He remained unmoved, holding his head and curling up.
Liu Ping is enduring.
At the same time, he also became accustomed to patience.
He had endured it all his life and experienced suffering and suffering that ordinary people could not bear. How could he not be able to bear it?
Doesn't this kind of insult just make me feel heartbroken?
Doesn't this kind of humiliation make oneself heartbroken?
He had long been accustomed to this kind of beating and scolding. He drank with someone all the time, vomiting and vomiting every day. As time went by, he became numb.
This underestimates his patience.
Bang bang bang!
Another one was eliminated and fell down, and the third one came to the stage on the fourth level of Qi training.
Another beating.
Boom, boom, boom!
With the violent punches, Liu Ping shook more and more, his whole body became more and more panting, and his perspective gradually blurred, and he could no longer see clearly.
His consciousness was almost blurred, and every cell in his body was urging him to give up.
"Am I going to die?" As the pain all over his body became more and more intense, his mind gradually blurred. In the hazy state, long-lost memories suddenly flashed through him. The last time was an equally painful moment, and that unforgettable conversation.
"Honey."
That was his wife's gentle voice, the last revolving door in life.
The voice gradually became closer.
The picture is getting clearer and clearer.
The pretty woman finally appeared in front of her, sitting beside the bed, and the scene of that year appeared before her eyes like a thunder.
This is his eternal memory during his lifetime.
The mother-in-law held the blood test evidence that she handed over to her. Her hands could not stop shaking, and she scolded him angrily: "Liu Ping!! I never thought that your husband, who has always been honest and honest, would actually do this.
You’re cuckolding me! I didn’t expect that the son I was pregnant with in ten months was not my biological son!”
Boom!!
Abuse and humiliation broke out.
He curled up. This was the most painful beating he had ever received in his life.
The most painful experience in my life overlapped with the painful beating at this time. Everything was like a mirror, fragmented, and a lot of abuse emerged from my memory.
"Trash, go to hell!"
"Ergou, you fool!"
"I've just ruined your martial arts, what can you do to me?"
When the lover who was once most eager to protect has become an unattainable dream, the desire to change his destiny by working hard to become a warrior has also been framed and his skills have been exhausted...
Looking back at the pictures of his life, he found that this life was like a pebble that was smoothed away by the years. The ridicule from the surroundings, the ridicule of friends, and the betrayal of his wife made his ideals shattered, and all his efforts were ruined by fate.
Ridicule has become an unattainable dream.
The hemp rope will break at the thinnest part, and bad luck will only seek out the miserable.
"After all, can I just give up my efforts and succumb to fate?"
"As of now, it seems that I have not really completed this Emperor's Sutra." He showed a hint of self-mockery, his expression pale, "In my life, no one has ever cared about me or helped me, only Master, it's a pity.
...Am I just going to live up to Master’s expectations?”
On the stage, his mind was completely confused.
The body was almost beaten to pieces, with bones exposed, shattered and hopeless. In the endless pain, at the last moment of his life, he once again recalled the emperor's scriptures that he memorized silently in the courtyard every day, and suddenly crossed the line in the emperor's scriptures.
of a sentence.
[Even if it is a pebble that has been smoothed by time, when it is broken, the sharpness it regains can cut the chest of others.]
In a trance, he saw an unparalleled god who created the Emperor's Scripture. He gently stroked his head and gave him a fateful smile.
"To cultivate my lineage, I need to play fate and escape from fate!"
"You have successfully acted, so why don't you jump out of Him?"
Boom!
There was a thunder on the ground.
In a daze, Liu Ping vaguely heard the sound of breaking eggshells.
Just like the legendary phoenix egg, this pebble that was smoothed away completely shattered into pieces after a long period of beatings and abuse in life, and began to be reborn from the ashes.
And his momentum is actually growing.
He gathered all the sarcasm, abuse and evil thoughts from below the arena, forming an invisible vortex, and the sound of mountains and tsunamis came from within his body.
Liu Ping seemed to hear the gentle smile of the man who opened up the era of the Emperor's Scripture. He issued the murmur of destiny's invitation: Come! Get the inheritance of my Taoism, and you are finally free! The world will surge because of you! The whole immortality is because of you.
And change!
Boom, boom, boom!
In endless beatings and torture.
"I see, it's my turn to jump out now." He murmured, a line of blood and tears blurring his cheeks, and his honest face like an old farmer suddenly looked as cold as a sculpture.
Boom!!
On the ring, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the opponent's fist, and the opponent looked shocked.
Liu Ping slowly raised his head, his pair of extremely deep black eyes shone with an unpredictable light, flashing through the vicissitudes of ancient times, and the corners of his mouth tilted upwards.
