Fang Ping, a man at the gate, said loudly: "Yu Shanghua, Zhang Ziwei, and Chen Pengfei, three senior brothers and sisters, can you come out and get to know each other?"
The crowd was slightly noisy as they prepared to disperse.
"What does this kid want to do?"
"Nonsense, it's obvious. Either he is challenging to improve his ranking, or he just wants everyone to support him and vote for him in the future."
"Yu Shanghua is ranked 3rd on the second-grade list, Zhang Ziwei is 5th, and Chen Pengfei is 8th. Are you sure he is not seeking death?"
"That's not necessarily the case. If you don't have a diamond, you won't be able to do the porcelain work. After all, he is also a second-grade peak warrior ranked in the top twenty. It is still unclear who will win."
"..."
Everyone was talking quietly.
Soon, a man walked out of the crowd. He had a hairstyle with two sides and looked a little unruly.
The young man walked out of the crowd, glanced at Fang Ping, and said coldly: "I am Yu Shanghua!"
Fang Ping was about to speak when another person walked out next to him. She was a woman with a standard oval face and long hair tied up, making her look particularly capable.
The woman stepped out and said with a faint smile: "Zhang Ziwei!"
"Chen Pengfei."
The last person was a huge and strong man. Chen Pengfei stepped out and said with a smile: "Junior Fang put up such a big formation, what advice do you have?"
Seeing that all three people had come forward, Fang Ping said with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, three senior brothers and sisters. I just took a look and the three of them added together have a total of 32 votes.
Without even looking, I knew the three of them were not ordinary people.
But these are all sophomores and juniors, and I don’t think they are short of credits, so I hope the three of them can support us newcomers...
It’s not easy to be reborn…”
Yu Shanghua interrupted directly: "No need to talk nonsense, you want to get credits, we want it too.
We were still discussing before whether we should have a good talk.
Since you took the initiative to find me, it's simple. If you lose, my friends and I will vote for you from now on.
If you win, you freshmen, vote for me, it’s that simple!”
After that, he added: "Can you make the decision for them?"
Fang Ping glanced sideways at Fu Changding and others. Fu Changding smiled and said, "I have no objection. It's the same for everyone."
Several other people also nodded slightly. Fang Ping was the strongest in the freshman year. If he loses, then everyone else will have no chance. It's the same.
Fang Ping smiled when he saw this and said, "Okay, I agree."
Then he turned to look at the other two people and said, "What do you guys think?"
Chen Pengfei folded his arms and said nonchalantly: "If you win against Yu Shanghua, it doesn't matter if I vote for you, it's not a big deal.
But if you lose and you vote for Shanghua, there will be no benefit to us. So, if you lose, just give me 30 credits, how about that?"
Obviously, Chen Pengfei felt that there was no need for him to go into battle. Fang Ping defeated Yu Shanghua, and he was no match for Fang Ping.
After losing to Yu Shanghua, all the votes were lost, so there was no point in fighting.
"30 credits?" Fang Ping said with a smile: "Yes, but Senior Brother Chen can't do it alone. If I win, you can get me at least ten votes, how about that?"
"Can."
"From tomorrow until the end, everyone is a warrior, so don't play with those little tricks, it's boring."
"Haha, Junior Brother Fang is very thoughtful, I really haven't thought about this problem."
Chen Pengfei sneered.
Fu Changding on the side had a disappointed look on his face and asked, "Aren't these two going to fight?"
What’s the point of Fang Ping beating Yu Shanghua!
Beat Chen Pengfei!
After taking care of Chen Pengfei, Fang Ping finally looked at the only girl among the three, Zhang Ziwei.
This is also the only girl in Mowu who has entered the top twenty on the second-grade list.
Zhang Ziwei said lightly: "If you want me to vote for you, it's simple. If you win, I'll talk about it. Other people's affairs have nothing to do with me!"
It is obvious that Zhang Ziwei does not think Yu Shanghua can represent her.
Yu Shanghua didn't care. He looked at Fang Ping and said, "I am not Gu Xiong from Nanwu. Junior Fang has thought it over clearly. He was injured and his progress was delayed. Don't blame the senior for bullying you."
"How can that be possible?"
Fang Ping chuckled and said: "But I also want to mention to Senior Brother Yu that I have just stepped into the third level. Senior Brother Yu won't mind if I fight with the third level against the second level, right?"
"Third grade?"
Everyone's eyes changed slightly, and there was some commotion in the crowd.
Yu Shanghua and the others didn't pay much attention to it. Zhang Ziwei said calmly: "There is no difference between the third rank and those who have not reached the high level. What's more, the third rank is also your strength. It only depends on strength. How can it not make people improve?"
There was no indignation or fear.
Everyone is a student, and Fang Ping's breakthrough to the third level is only within his capabilities.
What's more, this is still their junior student.
Below the high level of the third grade, even if there is a difference from the second grade, the difference is that the upper limit of Qi and blood is higher and the number of tempered bones is larger, but there is no qualitative change.
At this time, Fang Ping's explosive power of tactics was comparable to theirs.
There won't be a point where they can't defend themselves with just one random move.
In addition, Fang Ping's breakthrough to the third level actually meant that he didn't have much time to practice his tactics. Instead, he was even more fearful to them than Fang Ping, who was still at the peak of the second level.
Just like in the National Exchange Competition, the two second-grade warriors were not as good as Han Xu and Fang Wenxiang, who were at the peak of the first-grade.
"Senior sister is open and bright."
Fang Ping praised and asked, "Of those two, who will come first?"
Someone in the crowd joked: "Junior Fang is already at the third level, how about we get there together."
Fang Ping's expression changed slightly, and someone else said provocatively: "It's normal for a third-grade person to beat a second-grade person, or a first-grade person to fight a second-grade person. Otherwise, we wouldn't be willing to vote for the junior disciple."
This is a sneaky change of concept. Yu Shanghua and Zhang Ziwei, who are at the peak of the second grade, are ranked 3rd and 5th.
These two people, taken alone, would not be weaker than the average third-grade middle-level warrior.
The two of them joined forces and encountered a third-grade high-level warrior, but they were not without the ability to fight back.
Although Fang Ping has entered the third level, there has been no qualitative change. He may not be an opponent in one-on-one, let alone one-on-two.
It would be easy for Fang Ping to defeat three of the average second-grade peak warriors who have not yet been ranked, and it might be easy to defeat five.
But facing the first two people...
Zhang Ziwei and Yu Shanghua didn't say anything, and looked at Fang Ping with some amusement.
In the crowd, someone laughed again: "Didn't Junior Fang say before that he wanted to challenge the president?
The president is a fourth-grade warrior. Could it be that...this is the reason for Junior Fang to speak so wildly?
Third-grade vs. second-grade, we are all considering it, then third-grade vs. fourth-grade... Hahaha!"
There were people in the martial arts club who could not stand Fang Ping's arrogance.
As a freshman, do you think this is an ordinary Wuhan University?
Not long after he entered school, he made wild claims that he would challenge the president of the Martial Arts Club. What does this mean for the Mowu Martial Arts Club?
We were not familiar with each other before, and we didn’t know each other, so forget it. Going out of our way to find trouble is meaningless and a waste of time for these people.
But when it comes to it, Fang Ping is not really strong enough to make everyone despair, so it doesn't matter if he stabs him a few times.
Some of the second-grade peak warriors present were confident that they would not be intimidated by Fang Ping even if they took the field.
There are a total of 6 people in Mowu among the top 20 in the second-grade rankings. In addition to Fang Ping and the other 3 people on the field, there are two more people who are also present at the moment.
In addition, there are several second-grade warriors on the list.
Who among those on the list is really afraid of Fang Ping.
"Fang Ping!"
Yang Xiaoman shouted and shook his head at Fang Ping. These old students obviously wanted to see Fang Ping's jokes.
Also give some pressure to these freshmen students.
As soon as the previous national exchange competition came out, the freshmen who were freshmen were much more famous than them, and the warriors were not saints. How could no one be jealous and unhappy?
Why should a group of first-grade warriors be valued more than them?
…
Fang Ping originally just wanted to fight with others and show his strength. Yu Shanghua, the third player, actually represented everything.
But now, I didn’t expect that someone would use the topic to expand its meaning.
The fact that Yu Shanghua and Zhang Ziwei were silent may not mean that they really wanted to fight each other, but seeing Fang Ping riding a tiger with difficulty, they were probably happy to see it happen.
At this moment, Zhao Lei suddenly said: "Fang Ping, count me as one, two against two, I am only the first stage of the second rank, so I am not a bully!"
Fang Ping glanced at him, shook his head and said with a smile: "No, since everyone wants to see if I, Fang Ping, am really just showing off, I'm not welcome.
Senior Brother Yu and Senior Sister Zhang, what do you think?"
Zhang Ziwei chuckled lightly, "Junior Fang, are you sure you want to do this?"
"There is no shame in losing. If you win... let everyone know that I, Fang Ping, rarely utter arrogant words."
"Yu Shanghua, where are you?" Zhang Ziwei looked at Yu Shanghua.
Yu Shanghua frowned slightly, but soon calmed down, and said calmly: "Forget it, Junior Fang has little experience, so let's go through it with him."
The two reached an agreement.
Others moved away one after another, and some people already started calling friends to watch the show.
Today's freshmen really don't know how high the sky is and how high it is.
The third rank sounds very encouraging, but a guy who has just entered the third rank challenges two people who are ranked in the top ten of the second rank in the national martial arts university. Do you really think that these two people have not defeated the third rank warriors?
Yu Shanghua's strength is stronger than that of ordinary third-grade middle-level warriors, and Zhang Ziwei is not much different.
Mowu is a gathering place for geniuses, and none of these people are geniuses among geniuses.
As everyone retreated, Fang Ping let out a breath and said with a slightly heavy face: "With bare hands or with weapons?"
"Whatever, real battles don't distinguish between these."
Yu Shanghua said, having already taken his eyebrow-length stick from someone else's hand.
Zhang Ziwei also unsheathed her sword and threw the scabbard to someone next to her.
When Fang Ping saw this, he stopped being vague and quickly assembled his long knife.
…
"Fang Ping is so impatient!" Yang Xiaoman frowned and said.
Although Fang Ping entered the third level, it was shocking.
But he has just entered the third level, and his accumulation at the peak of the second level is not too strong. Now he is fighting against two, and few people are optimistic about him.
Fu Changding also sighed: "It's swollen, this guy... is really..."
"He has tempered his bones three times... there is no hope, right?" Chen Yunxi said unconfidently.
"It's just that the qi and blood have increased a bit, but fighting is not just about qi and blood. Otherwise, the qi and blood warriors will still be looked down upon by others?"
…
Several people were discussing in low voices.
The area around Fang Ping and the three of them was already empty.
"Weapons Academy, one big and one flat, please give me some advice!"
"Weapons Academy, Yu Shanghua is a junior in college!"
"Weapons Academy, sophomore Zhang Ziwei!"
The three of them saluted each other by name, and the next moment, all three of them moved together!
Yu Shanghua's short stick whizzed across Fang Ping's lower body. Zhang Ziwei cooperated tacitly and stabbed Fang Ping's throat with her long sword in an instant!
Up and down, Fang Ping's path was blocked.
Fang Ping's movements were not slow, he stood up on his toes and struck Zhang Ziwei straight with his long knife!
Zhang Ziwei remained unmoved and continued to attack. Yu Shanghua's short stick was not so easy to avoid.
Sure enough, as soon as Fang Ping jumped into the air, Yu Shanghua's short stick appeared strangely at Fang Ping's waist with a violent whistling sound.
At this moment, the short stick struck at the waist, and the long sword pierced the throat instead of the heart.
Fang Ping stepped on the air again with his right foot, raised his body a little higher, swept his left leg towards the short staff, and quickly slashed down with the long sword in his hand.
"when!"
With a loud noise, Zhang Ziwei's long sword tilted and passed by Fang Ping's side, but Yu Shanghua's short stick suddenly hit the sole of Fang Ping's foot.
Fang Ping took advantage of the force and flew backwards. The next moment, Fang Ping landed on the ground and stepped back several steps. The ground beneath his feet was trampled into fragments of tiles.
However, Zhang Ziwei and the others did not stop. They moved their steps and appeared in front of Fang Ping again in the blink of an eye.
…
"You'll be at a disadvantage with just one move..."
Fu Changding sighed. Fang Ping's current situation is not good. Zhang Ziwei and Zhang Ziwei joined forces. Fang Ping was able to guard against one, but could not guard against the second. Even one was difficult enough. With two together, Fang Ping completely fell into the trap.
passive.
Others onlookers also shook their heads, and someone chuckled and said: "One against two, I'm afraid our junior fellow student Fang thinks these are two second-grade Qi and blood warriors." It was said late and then quickly.
While everyone was talking, Fang Ping, who had been retreating just now, suddenly grabbed Yu Shanghua's short stick with his left hand and held a knife in one hand with his right hand. The blade of the knife was like a phantom, and he instantly struck Zhang Ziwei on the head!
Zhang Ziwei's face changed slightly and she took a step back with her sword in hand.
Just as she retreated, her expression suddenly changed again, and she quickly struck Fang Ping in the face with her sword.
But at this time, Fang Ping was holding on to the short stick tightly, pressing his heels on the ground, making a deep hole in the ground, and using his strength to lead Yu Shanghua back.
The long knife that had previously struck Zhang Ziwei suddenly turned around and struck Xiang Hua's left arm horizontally.
Yu Xianghua let out a low roar and exerted force with both arms. Fang Ping's left hand was dripping with blood from the shock of the short stick, but Fang Ping didn't care and stepped forward again, avoiding Zhang Ziwei. The next second, the long knife quickly hit Yu
Xiang Hua’s left arm!
Yu Xianghua suddenly showed a sarcastic look on his face, and the muscles in his left upper arm swelled rapidly. When the long knife hit him, there was a crisp "dong" sound.
"childish!"
Yu Xianghua groaned and said two words.
How could he be ranked third in the second rank for nothing? Fang Ping really thought he was a vegetarian.
At this moment, Fang Ping's left hand was injured, and his attempt to severely injure him failed. Yu Xianghua could not think of any reason for him to make a comeback.
Zhang Ziwei, who had been forced to retreat before, quickly pursued her with her sword, but the tip of her sword had already pierced Fang Ping's chest.
At this time, Fang Ping was still wrestling with Yu Xianghua with his left hand, and he was holding a knife in his right hand. Seeing that he was unable to defend himself, Yu Xianghua increased the strength in his hand again, forcefully holding Fang Ping in place. He retreated and released
With his strength, Yu Xianghua could draw out the stick and break his lumbar spine with one blow!
If he doesn't retreat, Zhang Ziwei's sword can pierce his sternum!
It’s hard to get off the tiger!
Chen Yunxi and others next to him looked worried. Now Fang Ping was in trouble. Looking at the intentions of Zhang Ziwei and the others, they obviously had no intention of holding back. Even if Fang Ping was not seriously injured, Fang Ping's injury would not be too minor.
However, no one noticed that Zhang Ziwei's expression changed again as she approached with a sword!
Fang Ping ignored her!
Just when she was stabbing with the sword, Fang Ping's sternum was openly exposed, and the long knife that had failed to achieve success suddenly accelerated again, and a faint red light came from the blade!
Yu Xianghua was wrestling with Fang Ping at this moment, and all his strength was on the short stick. Just as Zhang Ziwei stabbed Fang Ping, Fang Ping's long knife flashed like a phantom at Yu Xianghua's waist, and there was a muffled "bang" sound.
came, Yu Xianghua raised his left arm to block again, but this time his whole body trembled.
Before the trembling ended, several "bang bang" sounds were heard again, huge force came from the back of the knife, and Yu Xianghua's left arm creaked as it was slapped.
Yu Xianghua was in pain, so he loosened the strength in his hand, and Fang Ping pushed out with his left hand. The force was pushed along the short stick, and he pushed Xianghua several steps forward.
Yu Xianghua retreated continuously, and was already far away from Fang Ping. At this moment, Zhang Ziwei had already drawn his sword and stabbed him again.
The sword just struck Fang Ping's chest, but it produced huge resistance. Fang Ping had already coagulated his blood and returned to defense. In addition, his sternum had been tempered, so he was not seriously injured.
Fang Ping took the opportunity to repel Yu Xianghua, and his efforts were obviously not in vain.
While everyone was dazzled, while Yu Xianghua was still retreating, Fang Ping stepped on the ground with his toes again, and his bloody left hand drew a series of afterimages in the air.
"Dangdangdang..."
A rapid sound came. Fang Ping slapped the long sword away with his left hand, abandoned the sword with his right hand, and took advantage of the gap between the long sword to hit Zhang Ziwei's chest!
Zhang Ziwei quickly retreated, but Fang Ping quickly caught up with her, roaring violently, and the red light on his hands was almost visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, everyone saw Fang Ping catching up with Zhang Ziwei, like a tiger descending from the mountain, hitting the opponent's chest with both hands!
Zhang Ziwei blocked with her arms crossed, but blood flowed from her arm that was hit by the hammer, and her whole body kept flying backwards.
The people behind quickly dispersed, and Yu Xianghua behind Fang Ping roared angrily and chased after him with a stick.
But at this moment, it's too late.
Fang Ping roared again, his fists burst into brighter red light in the night, and he hammered out seven or eight punches in the blink of an eye!
"Click!"
The sound of broken bones was heard, and Zhang Ziwei's arms suddenly dropped weakly. Fang Ping shouted again, punched out with both fists, and with one move, Zhang Ziwei flew backwards, hit the wall behind, and slowly fell to the ground.
All this happened in the blink of an eye. By the time everyone came to their senses, Fang Ping had already turned around to fight Yu Xianghua.
Fang Ping, who abandoned his sword, became more flexible, leaving traces of afterimages in the air with his footsteps, surrounding Yu Xianghua with constant punches and hammer blows!
…
"this……"
Everyone was a little stunned. This reversal happened too quickly. Fang Ping was obviously at a disadvantage.
But no one expected that Fang Ping's goal at the beginning was not Yu Xianghua, but to keep staring at Zhang Ziwei. As a result, Xiang Hua was repelled. Fang Ping seized the opportunity and punched out with both fists, directly hitting Zhang Ziwei's bones.
It broke apart and was severely injured.
"How did he do it!"
Someone whispered, not talking about how Fang Ping defeated Zhang Ziwei, but how Fang Ping managed to wrestle with Yu Xianghua and still have the strength to defend against Zhang Ziwei's sword.
Yu Xianghua was repulsed and Zhang Ziwei was severely injured, both of which were related to the sword's failure.
Otherwise, the two of them would not have been deceived so easily.
"Qi and blood!"
Someone whispered two words.
"A steady stream of energy and blood..." A steady stream of energy and blood flowed out from his left hand, guarding Yu Xianghua. The energy and blood in his chest condensed, preventing the sword from seriously injuring him. There was still enough energy left in his right hand to hit Yu Xianghua with the sword.
The beating almost broke his left arm...
These are all offensive and defensive techniques that consume a lot of energy and blood.
Ordinary warriors only care about one thing at the expense of the other, and cannot take care of all three parties. Fang Ping did it!
"How much energy and blood does he have?"
"Did you take the elixir in advance?"
"But the transformation speed is too fast!"
"..."
In the midst of everyone's confusion, Fang Ping no longer fought with Yu Xianghua, relying on his strong energy and blood to continuously perform continuous slashing attacks with his fists!
Yu Xianghua couldn't stop him at all, couldn't fight Fang Ping hard, kept retreating, kept retreating...
No one knew how many times Fang Ping struck with the hammer, until finally, Yu Xianghua's hand trembled, the stick fell, and Fang Ping hit the opponent in the chest with one punch, knocking Yu Xianghua away!
"puff!"
Yu Xianghua fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
My hands are still shaking...
On the other side, Zhang Ziwei was also tremblingly helped up, covering her chest and looking at Fang Ping, with blood on the corners of her mouth.
"Concession."
Fang Ping was full of energy, even though his chest and left hand were stained with blood, he was being ignored at this moment.
This guy... really defeated the two of them together!