The three people from the Eight Schools Alliance almost all used Fang Ping's killer moves head-on. In addition, they all had injuries on their bodies. They didn't look as serious as in the morning, but in fact they were much more serious than the injuries suffered by Bai Yin and others in the morning.
…
"Three in a row."
Backstage, Fu Changding didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
If Fang Ping makes a string of five, then he doesn’t need to go on stage.
But everyone has been preparing for so long, and yet they really don’t even get a chance to go on stage. What a shame!
Zhao Lei remained silent and looked indifferent.
Play casually, Fang Ping can play however he likes, but he will never get a chance to play anyway.
There were three more people lining up in front, and Zhao Lei didn't think the people from the Eight Schools Alliance could penetrate them.
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Under the stage, Fangyuan was also a little dumbfounded.
Is Fang Ping really that strong?
In everyone's eyes, Fang Ping defeated three opponents without any effort, and there was also a captain among them.
After three battles, Fang Ping didn't even have a scratch.
"He didn't brag..."
After grunting, Fangyuan suddenly smiled and said: "That's fine, the more powerful the better..."
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Back row.
Wu Zhihao looked at the others, and after a while he said: "Second Master Guan is reborn?"
Fang Ping was holding a phoenix-mouthed knife. The knife was so swift and fierce that it reminded him of Mr. Guan Er.
Liu Ruoqi corrected: "That's the Fengzui knife. Huang Zhong uses this, but Guan Gong doesn't use this."
"It's getting more serious..."
Wu Zhihao was speechless, and then he complained to himself: "This guy is too strong!"
"It's very strong!"
No one denies this. Fang Ping is really strong. Otherwise, even if his energy and blood can be restored, it will not be so easy.
…
On the stage, Fang Ping chewed two first-grade Qi and Blood Pills again.
After three games, 6 first-grade Qi and Blood Pills have been used, and Fang Ping’s first-grade Qi and Blood Pills have been completely used up.
There are quite a few ordinary ones left, and there are also 4 second-grade ones.
"What a waste."
Fang Ping grunted, these Qi and Blood Pills were indeed wasted. The only use was probably to add more Qi and blood to continue to temper his bones and meridians.
Zhang Jingdong from the Eight-School Alliance came on stage and felt a little powerless.
It’s not that they have no fighting spirit!
But if you encounter a cheater, how do you fight him?
After three battles, Fang Ping's energy and blood returned to their peak again.
Thinking of his mentor's words before going on stage, although Fang Ping's energy and blood have recovered, he will still be exhausted from fighting and his body has its limits.
Even if the Eight Schools Alliance loses, it cannot be defeated by Fang Ping alone!
This is no longer a matter of winning or losing. If we really want to be beaten, the Eight-School Alliance can take away the brand!
…
Zhang Jingdong remembered his instructor's words and also put on the D-level long stick that his instructor had just brought.
As soon as he came on stage, Zhang Jingdong began to be on guard!
Consume Fang Ping’s physical strength!
Yes, although qi and blood can increase physical strength, it does not mean that qi and blood are equivalent to physical strength.
At this moment, all he had to do was consume Fang Ping's physical strength.
But he is not as fast as Fang Ping!
As soon as he stepped back, Fang Ping came up to him and slashed with his knife!
Zhang Jingdong gritted his teeth and took the move, then quickly retreated and avoided again.
Fang Ping refused to give up and continued to chase!
If you catch up, pick up your knife and chop!
Zhang Jingdong fought back, but Fang Ping was not polite to him either. He slashed with his sword, and then another!
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"Fang Ping's energy and blood...even if it doesn't recover, it still exceeds 300 calories."
In the audience, Liu Huarong sighed again, and Chen Xueyan said attentively: "More than that, I'm afraid there are 320 calories.
I just inquired about Fang Ping’s information, and it’s three times of bone tempering!”
"Three times of bone tempering?"
Liu Huarong was surprised at first and then said somewhat matter-of-factly: "That's true. The so-called three-time bone quenching means that before a non-martial artist, his qi and blood reach more than 200 calories. Only such non-martial warriors are called three-time bone quenching!
The outside world may not necessarily understand this, it is enough for everyone to know that such a warrior has the strongest energy and blood and the hardest bones among the same level."
"Don't try it easily. In the huge country of China, there are less than 5 people who can temper their bones three times a year. There is no need to pursue multiple bone temperings too much."
Liu Huarong explained and warned a few more words.
Since some things are going to be made public gradually, it is also necessary to appropriately tell the public some information that they do not understand.
For example, three times of bone tempering...
It was not necessary before, but now it can be popularized for everyone.
After Liu Huarong finished speaking, the audience was slightly noisy.
This is the first time for many people to know that one can actually cultivate such a high level of Qi and blood in the non-warrior stage!
Among the crowd, Tan Zhenping didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Does a non-martialist have more than 200 cards?
So, is he, a warrior with 250 calories of energy and blood, considered the pinnacle of the first rank?
Also, among the warriors participating in the competition today, he didn’t see anyone with lower qi and blood than him. No, everyone had higher blood than him!
The power of the burst of moves made Tan Zhenping despair. They could all kill me with one move!
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While talking, the situation on the stage changed again.
The long stick in Zhang Jingdong's hand had been lost. His hands were bloody and bloody, but he refused to admit defeat and ran around the ring desperately.
"Huchi..."
The sound of gasping could be heard by some spectators in the front row.
Zhang Jingdong also didn't care about his image. Sometimes he rolled to avoid it, and sometimes he was hit by Fang Ping. He flew backwards, grabbed the edge of the ring, rolled around and continued to hide and seek with Fang Ping.
The training uniform he was wearing was in tatters at the moment, and he couldn't swallow the blood on the corner of his mouth.
There was a slight sweat on Fang Ping's forehead, and he took a breath for a while. He moved faster than the opponent, but the opponent was completely off guard and ran with all his life.
Fang Ping also had to guard against his counterattack, so his concentration was not as good as his.
After chasing for a while, Fang Ping said speechlessly: "If you don't admit defeat, you are going to die!"
He didn't tell lies. Zhang Jingdong was hit several times by him. There were so many wounds on his body that it was hard to see clearly. If he continued like this, he would die just from bleeding.
Zhang Jingdong's face turned pale, but he said nothing and continued to avoid Fang Ping.
A grandmaster from the eight-school alliance on the second floor sighed slightly: "Admit defeat."
Zhang Jingdong has already shown his willpower. He was seriously injured. If he doesn't admit defeat, he will die in the ring as Fang Ping said.
The grandmaster admitted defeat on his behalf, and Zhang Jingdong suddenly lost his fighting spirit and fell to the ground with a "bang".
Several medical staff immediately came on stage and carried him down.
The referee looked at Fang Ping with complicated eyes and said loudly: "Fang Ping, do you want to continue?"
Fang Ping touched his pocket and suddenly said sarcastically: "Forget it, give the people behind you a chance."
Some strong men on the second floor had sharp eyes, and suddenly someone chuckled and said: "There is no medicine!"
"After taking 6 first-grade Qi and Blood Pills, I may have reached my limit."
"The physique of a first-grade warrior is like this. It may have reached its limit."
"That's fine. If this continues, the Eight Schools Alliance will be completely disgraced."
"I don't think so. This kid may be afraid of being resented by you guys..."
Someone made a joke as if it were a joke, but the outsiders didn't take it seriously, but Tang Feng muttered: "This kid is very cunning, I'm afraid he may not be dead."
When entering the ring, how could Fang Ping not be fully prepared?
Now it was suddenly said that myrrh was gone, and he, Tang Feng, was the first one not to believe it!
In his eyes, Fang Ping was synonymous with being cunning.
He suddenly gave up, maybe just as the person just said, to save face for the Eight-School Alliance.
These are eight second-class martial arts universities with more than ten grandmasters.
If Fang Ping really wanted to defeat the opponent's team by himself, even if the grandmaster didn't hold grudges, he would definitely not look good on him.
Now I have penetrated 4 people, which is just right. I not only show my strength, but also show that I know the general situation and have a sense of proportion.
…
Fang Ping stepped down from the stage and walked very easily.
At this moment, although he had consumed a lot of energy and blood, his whole body was not injured. This was something that only Fang Wenxiang, the last Jingwu man to take the stage, had done.
Fu Changding came towards me and said with tears streaming down his face: "You've finally come down!"
It’s finally my turn, Fu Changding, to show off!
However, Fang Ping reminded: "Don't be careless, the people holding the battle will not be too weak.
Wei Bin is also extremely strong, but I am just stronger."
Fu Changding rolled his eyes, ignored him, and stepped onto the stage with his gun in hand. On the other side, Cai Qinghai from the Eight-School Alliance, his figure looking a bit tragic, stepped onto the stage.
He is the only one left in the Eight Schools Alliance at the moment.
There isn’t even anyone to cheer for you!
The other four people were all sent to the medical room at this moment.
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Backstage.
As soon as Fang Ping came back, Bai Ruoxi chuckled and said, "Is there really no elixir left?"
"It's really gone!"
Fang Ping exclaimed, "The school only gave me 5 first-grade Qi and Blood Pills. Now I've used up one and I've got one. Teacher Bai, the school has to reimburse me, otherwise I won't be able to afford it later."
The school reimbursed me 20 pills, and I will break through Jingwu later!
Give me 10, I can play at least four games...
Otherwise, I can only fight once, and as you can see, my energy and blood are consumed too quickly."
Before Bai Ruoxi could say anything, Tang Feng, who had just come down, hummed: "It's a beautiful thought!"
"Teacher Tang, what you said is a bit unreasonable. I fought for Mowu, and Mowu can't make me bleed and cry, right?
My family is poor, not as poor as Zhao Lei and Yang Xiaoman.
My parents are both ordinary people. In order for me to be admitted to Wuhan University, they turned their backs on the earth and turned their backs to the sky. People under the age of 50 lived older than 60 years old...
Now the school wants me to fight without even replenishing the elixir..."
Fang Ping was filled with grief and anger!
"Mowu, how can you treat poor students who contribute to the school like this!"
Everyone in Mowu was a little embarrassed, and what he said was actually not unreasonable.
Fang Ping penetrated four of them by himself, and they didn't have to exert any effort. Although they didn't have a chance to show off, at least the pills were really saved.
Fang Ping fought so fiercely, Mowu should indeed compensate him more.
Tang Feng was also speechless this time. After a long while, he said without saying anything: "I'll give you 5 first-grade Qi and Blood Pills later..."
"5?"
Fang Ping looked sad and angry, and said painfully: "Five pills are simply not enough. There will be at least two rounds of competition later..."
"You hold the line from behind!"
Tang Feng snorted, Fang Ping was not weak, but this guy was a gold-swallowing beast!
Now that the strength of each team has been seen, the lineup can be rearranged later to allow Fang Ping to dominate. In this way, Fang Ping will play a lot less games.
The other members of Mowu cannot really stay to watch the show, as that would not be in line with their original intention.
When Fang Ping heard this, he curled his lips and said nothing.
If you want to win the battle, give 5 more, which is not too little.
While they were chatting, they didn't forget to observe the situation in front of them.
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On the stage.
Fu Changding almost vomited blood!
"Fuck, you're not the captain?"
"Wei Bin, that cheater!"
Fu Changding is really angry and vomiting blood!
Cai Qinghai's strength was beyond his expectation!
Standing in the sky, another standing in the sky!
Forget about standing in the sky, Cai Qinghai doesn't need weapons, he uses his legs!
The Qi and blood released by his kick skills are no weaker than Fang Ping's, with at least 60 calories per kick. Fu Changding was a little careless just now, and he swept away the spear with one kick, almost breaking his arm!
Fu Changding was also very angry. He was right about using a gun, but don't forget that not long after he learned the gun, he was also using his legs!
Cai Qinghai's leg skills are not weak, and neither is he.
After throwing away the spear, Fu Changding seemed to have no burden, and he began to compete with Cai Qinghai in leg strength!
You won't let me, and I won't let you, they will use weapons on their legs and collide with each other.
Fang Ping, who was backstage, couldn't help but rub his leg and exclaimed: "Doesn't it hurt?"
"Fu Changding's face is turning green, is it okay?"
Tang Songting joked, and then said with a smile: "He can't afford to lose this person, so he can't retreat. You just swept four of them, and he can't hit any of them. He can't survive anymore. This guy wants to save face, so this time he just kicked him."
Even if his leg is broken, he won't get out of the way."
Yang Xiaoman said a little boringly, "Cai Qinghai is not weak, but if the fight continues like this, even if Fu Changding is defeated, he will be exhausted of energy and blood. I don't believe it, and there is someone who can be resurrected after taking a pill in three seconds!"
Cai Qinghai is really not weak. Although Fu Changding is not outstanding in the team, it does not mean that he is weak.
When school started, Fu Changding suppressed many of their warriors.
When performing the task, I brought several beautiful vases with me, and the task was completed very well, even better than Yang Xiaoman.
How could such a person be weak?
But Cai Qinghai was able to force Fu Changding to confront him head-on regardless of his image, which also proved his strength.
What the two of them were fighting for at this moment was their blood, their willpower, and their ability to endure pain.
Whoever can't bear it first will lose.
Fortunately, for first-level warriors, Qi and blood are limited after all. Even if neither of them burst out Qi and blood at full strength later, after kicking each other for more than ten times, it was Cai Qinghai who ran out of Qi and blood first.
The move he started to sweep down Fu Changding's spear consumed more energy and blood than Fu Changding.
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A few minutes later, Fu Changding walked in proudly.
"I won!"
"Um."
"good."
"Why did it take so long to walk such a small distance?"
"Old Fu, you are not lame, are you?"
"..."
Fu Changding said calmly: "It's okay, just a minor injury."
Fang Ping suddenly kicked his calf lightly, but before he could make a sound, Fu Changding suddenly screamed and fell to the ground, his screams loud and clear!
Fang Ping looked embarrassed and said dryly: "Porcelain?"
"It hurts, it hurts so much, Fang Ping, you actually hurt me with your secret power, how despicable!"
Fu Changding refused to admit it even if he beat him to death. He was at the end of his strength. He kept saying that Fang Ping had hurt him with secret power. He was so despicable and shameless!
Everyone was dumbfounded, and Fang Ping's face turned dark. This guy was relying on him!
Outside, the referee's voice announcing "Mo Wu wins" also spread throughout the stadium.
In this afternoon's battle, Mowu captain Fang Ping's one-two punch became the focus of everyone's attention. For the first time, the name Fang Ping was remembered by the public.