When Fang Ping followed the mustache and walked deeper into the town.
The martial arts school students who followed behind were also whispering about Fang Ping.
"He just said that he is Mo Wu Fang Ping, the Fang Ping who is third on the third-grade list?"
"It's him. I've seen the video of the Wuhan University exchange competition before."
"These are all third-grade warriors. Hey, no wonder these people can get into Wuhan University. We should have failed to get into Wuhan University back then. It's so difficult to become a warrior."
"I heard that there are many strong people here in Changyang Village, but this is the first time I have seen their warriors take action. Do you think they can win?"
"I don't know. Also, are there people from Changyang Village on the third-grade list? I didn't notice it."
"I don't know, besides, it's a martial arts strength list... Changyang Village is not a martial arts university, so I can't figure out the situation of their warriors. We are not warriors after all. We are not warriors, so we know too little. We will probably understand it when we become warriors.
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"..."
Fang Ping heard this and said nothing.
He can only say that these people think too much. The warriors in the martial arts training class are almost all at the first or second level, and almost all are Qi and blood warriors.
Although it is now required everywhere that warriors must practice combat techniques and have to check them every year.
But even if these people have practiced warfare, they won't know about the cave unless it comes to that critical moment and they need to enter.
Otherwise, things in the martial arts circle will still have nothing to do with them.
…
When entering from the noisy periphery into the depths, the noise seems to stop suddenly.
After passing a courtyard wall, the first thing that comes into view is a large square.
In the square, there are many people practicing boxing at the moment.
One of them, a skinny old man, was instructing several fifteen or sixteen-year-old children to practice boxing.
These kids, when they punched, they were all vigorous and full of momentum.
However, Fang Ping took a quick look and found that his Qi and blood were not strong, and were only a little higher than the average person. He didn't know whether it was due to the lack of elixirs, or to laying the foundation first and consolidating later.
Before the age of 18, if you lay a good foundation and practice Zhuang Gong and other exercises to a certain level, even if your Qi and blood are not too high, your progress in the later period will not be slow, but extremely fast.
When many people enter Wuhan University, their strength is not very strong, and most of them have around 120 calories of blood.
But in just a few years, there are many people who have entered the third and fourth grades.
On the contrary, before the age of 18, a lot of resources were consumed, but the progress was not fast.
Fangyuan's progress is not fast. In fact, Fangyuan consumes a lot of pills. This is also related to the fact that her bones have not been developed and her qi and blood have not reached their peak.
Therefore, some people in Wu Erdai's cultivation practice are from better-off families, so they should practice early and don't care about the loss of resources.
Those from poorer families should wait until they turn 18 or enter Wuhan University before practicing.
However, these people have laid a solid foundation and are making rapid progress.
The man with a mustache came in with someone, and the skinny old man who was teaching boxing glanced sideways and frowned slightly.
The mustache shouted loudly from a distance: "Uncle Third, someone wants to challenge Zhenhua!"
"Nonsense!"
The skinny old man shouted, his eyes suddenly brightened up in a frightening way, he glanced at Fang Ping, and shouted coldly: "How can I accept the challenge? Get out!"
"Third uncle!"
The mustache shouted, trotted over and whispered a few words.
Fang Ping noticed that the old man stared at his long knife for a while, and suddenly his face was speechless.
It seems that Changyang Village is not considered wealthy!
This old man is at least a fifth-grade warrior or above, but when he saw his Guandao, his eyes lit up and he felt like he wanted to snatch it away. Was he trying to rob him?
B-grade alloy weapons are actually used by most of the sixth-grade strong men, and not many of the fifth-grade ones use them.
Most of the fourth and fifth grade warriors still use grade-grade alloy weapons. There are also many weaker and poorer ones who use D-grade weapons.
Fang Ping's use of B-level weapons, a third-level warrior, was actually a waste.
The old man must have known about the agreement between the mustache and Fang Ping. A smile suddenly appeared on his face and he said loudly: "Go and call Zhenhua!"
In the square, several young men practicing boxing glanced at Fang Ping and others curiously, and then some of them ran deeper.
…
Fang Ping ignored this and looked around.
The square should be a martial arts training ground.
Almost all the martial artists in Changyang Village are related to each other by relatives. It can be said that they belong to a sect or a family martial arts inheritance.
As for the clothing, it is no different from the outside world. There is no long robe or coat as imagined.
But Changyang Village is probably really poor. Most of the weapon racks in the martial arts training ground are made of wood, and some are made of iron. Judging from the luster, they are just ordinary steel, iron, and alloy weapons, which have the luster of alloy weapons.
As the teenagers entered the residential area at the back, Fang Ping soon saw someone running towards them quickly.
"Who wants to challenge Zhenhua? He's quite brave!"
"You are looking for death. Zhenhua is about to enter the fourth level. As a third-level warrior, who is Zhenhua's opponent?"
"..."
A group of middle-aged men and women, walking quickly or slowly, walked out of the depths of the village.
There are not too many people, but there are quite a few warriors.
Fang Ping observed it and found out that Changyang Village was able to leave a name in the sect world. It has been passed down to this day and its strength is still there.
From what Fang Ping saw alone, there were no fewer than five middle-grade warriors!
You know, this is just a village. Even if the village is not small, judging from the buildings at the back, there are at least a hundred households.
Even if there are 5 people in a family, there are only about 500 people.
With such a small population, even if there are no strong people left, one percent of the people are middle-grade warriors, which is enough to shock people!
In the huge Yangcheng, there are hundreds of thousands of people, and almost no one in the middle grade can be found, except Wang Jinyang, a student from Wuhan University.
In the small Changyang Village, there are several middle-grade warriors, and there are also low-third-grade warriors. Such a ratio is indeed terrifying.
"Where did they get the resources to train so many warriors?"
"Or does the sect have its own unique secrets?"
"But if we could really produce warriors in large quantities, the government would have taken action long ago."
However, Fang Ping also gradually saw something. Among the warriors... there were also many who were disabled.
"Resources obtained by entering the cave?"
Fang Ping had probably concluded that the underground caves were extremely dangerous. It seemed that the warriors of the sect, for the sake of resources, might work harder and care more about actual combat than they, the martial arts students.
At Wuhan University, first- and second-grade warriors hardly participate in actual combat, but there are some second-grade warriors, and very few first-grade warriors.
The school will also continue to provide subsidies, but the sect does not have such benefits.
"The more this happens, the more it means they can pay more for resources. They have to be careful this time."
It seems that his B-level long sword is a major temptation for them. Zhang Zhenhua, who will go into battle later, may come up with a trick.
At Yunmeng Military Academy, we are actually competing.
But when we get here, it’s not necessarily a competition.
"When you get into the ring...it's a matter of life and death!"
Fang Ping thought of his mentor's words again and took a deep breath. This... was also what he wanted.
Although everyone is a human warrior, the warriors on the ranking list are also human elite warriors. Life and death are not worth it here. However, survival of the fittest and cultivating gu are also a normal phenomenon in the martial arts world.
While Fang Ping was thinking about something, several young people walked out again.
One of them, Fang Ping, was slightly stunned when he saw it. The other person also saw Fang Ping and was slightly stunned. Then he nodded towards Fang Ping and said, "Fang Ping, it turns out to be you, who did I think it was."
"Why are you here?"
Fang Ping blurted out, Zhang Zhenguang smiled and said: "I am from Changyang Village, isn't it normal here?"
The visitor was none other than Zhang Zhenguang from Jingwu. Fang Ping had met him several times during the exchange competition.
Zhang Zhenguang's style of play seems weak and weak, but he is tough when he should be, and he is extremely brutal when he is really tough.
In the exchange competition, the first level battled against the second level and defeated Chen Jiasheng. Of course, Chen Jiasheng also played a game at that time.
However, Zhang Zhenguang's defeat at the first level and the second level also proved his strength.
At this moment, Zhang Zhenguang is already a second-level warrior. Half a year has passed since January. It would be abnormal for people like Zhang Zhenguang not to enter the second-level. Han Xu has already entered the third-level, and others are about to do so.
"Are you from Changyang Village?"
Fang Ping said suspiciously: "Then you are in Jingwu..."
Before Fang Ping finished speaking, he stopped talking. Compared with the family providing resources for training, entering Jingwu was of course an excellent choice.
Sects are no longer complacent now.
Their members will also join Wuhan University, the military department, and the Detective Bureau.
Those who are admitted to Wuhan University should go to Wuhan University.
Those who fail to pass the Wuhan University stay in the sect or family. This is probably the current situation of sects today.
Fusion is a trend.
However, there are still a group of sect warriors who are unwilling to allow their disciples to enter Wuhan University. This will cause their sect marks to gradually disappear, and they will eventually be assimilated. The sect that has been passed down for many years may soon disappear.
Since Changyang Village is a family-based sect, it is not exclusive for family members to enter Wuhan University. This can be expected.
Zhang Zhenguang was surrounded by several young men and women.
Seeing Zhang Zhenguang greeting Fang Ping, someone whispered: "Is this the magic martial arts student who defeated Third Brother's team last time?"
"It seems so, but he and the third brother don't seem to have fought each other."
Fang Ping and Zhang Zhenguang have never fought each other. Jingwu and Mowu fought twice. The first time, Zhang Zhenguang did not go on stage and was injured.
The second time he came on stage, he fought hard to get seriously injured and punched Chen Yunxi. Chen Yunxi was injured and got angry. As a result, Zhang Zhenguang fell down. Chen Yunxi's anger was directed at Han Xu who came on stage next and beat Han Xu directly.
Confused.
Speaking of which, there are still many grievances between Jingwu and Mowu.
However, the two of them didn't have much hatred. When they met, neither Fang Ping nor Zhang Zhenguang showed any expressions of hatred. There was no need for that.
"Third brother is only at the high level of the second level, but he is already at the peak of the third level?"
"It's so awesome, even better than Third Brother!" Among the young men and women, there were also a few young girls who looked at Fang Ping with admiration.
Zhang Zhenguang, who was admitted to Beijing Wuhan, is already considered a genius among geniuses in everyone's mind.
Now seeing Fang Ping, who is stronger than Zhang Zhenguang, everyone naturally admires him.
Zhang Zhenguang was not angry, but he whispered: "I admire you, don't be too careful. I heard that this guy is not interested in women. When he meets a beautiful woman, he fights every one he sees. Don't get too close to him."
close!"
A little girl who looked not much older than Fangyuan asked in surprise: "Why? Could it be that he is..."
Zhang Zhenguang shrugged. I'm not familiar with him, and I don't know what the situation is.
But he had really heard of the rumor that Mo Wu Fang Ping liked to beat up female warriors.
It's quite early to say this. Not long after I entered Jingwu, several girls from Jingwu told me about this. It was news from Mowu.
When I heard that Mowu was about to start school, Fang Ping beat several new female warriors of Mowu to half death. The first-year girls were all boycotting Fang Ping.
This thing... must be true. Anyway, Zhang Zhenguang thinks it is very possible, otherwise how could it be passed from Mowu to Jingwu.
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As a third-grade peak warrior, Fang Ping has a sharp ear and eyesight.
Zhang Zhenguang spoke quietly, but Fang Ping could hear him clearly.
At this moment, Fang Ping's face turned dark!
He had felt something was wrong about this before at Yunmeng Military Academy. He was not familiar with the people at Yunmeng Military Academy, but the female warrior from Yunmeng Military Academy actually knew about him and said that he specializes in hitting women!
Now Zhang Zhenguang from Jingwu actually knows it all!
"Yang Xiaoman!"
Fang Ping snorted. It was most likely her who spread the news. When school first started, this woman united with the girls in the class to boycott him.
Now, it’s all spread!
Sooner or later you will take care of her!
While Zhang Zhenguang and others were discussing, the older-looking young man next to him looked Fang Ping up and down.
After a while, the young man said with a smile on his face: "Fang Ping from Mowu is much more famous than me now, why do you think of challenging me?"
"Gather up your momentum!"
Zhang Zhenhua's eyebrows twitched and he chuckled: "So, you want to show off a third-level invincible aura?
But with all due respect, it’s difficult!
This kind of momentum cannot be broken or defeated. What does it mean to be invincible?
At the third level, no matter how strong you are, I can defeat you!
Qin Fengqing seems to have broken through to the fourth level, but there are many third-level experts above you.
Ling Yiyi of Beijing Martial Arts was very close to breaking through to the fourth level and killed a high level fourth level warrior. However, she was only ranked third on the third level list. But I heard from my brother that Ling Yiyi was extremely powerful, at least better than me.
She is much stronger, are you sure you can defeat her?
When you have reached the peak of your momentum, once you lose to someone else, you are helping others to gain momentum.
Many third-level peak warriors are just waiting for you people to come and challenge you. Without wasting too much time, defeating you will be enough to make them energetic and energetic..."
"Not to mention Ling Yiyi, when you come to Zhongzhou this time, you will probably challenge the young monk from Wanshan Temple... But in my opinion, you may not be his opponent. I have fought against him several times and have met him.
Several times, you were not as powerful as him..."
The strength of a warrior cannot be used as combat power.
But being of the same grade and age, Fang Ping was inferior to others in terms of aura, so he fell at the disadvantage first.
Fang Ping said solemnly: "Without a fight, who knows the outcome! Even if we are really defeated, at worst, we have to start all over again. I, Fang Ping, have decided on the title of third-grade invincible!"
Zhang Zhenhua laughed and said: "I'm very confident. Last year, when Wang Jinyang came here, he didn't dare to say that, and he didn't continue the challenge later.
Although I lost to Wang Jinyang last year, he was also seriously injured.
Now, a year has passed, he is in the fourth grade and I am in the third grade, but the me this year is not the me last year.
Fang Ping, you may not be able to pass my test. If you lose your weapon, it will not be easy for you to get it back."
"It's useless to talk too much. You'll know after fighting!"
"Forget it, it seems you won't look back until you hit the wall."
Zhang Zhenhua did not continue, but the skinny old man shouted: "Disperse, people in the martial arts training class, stay away, and don't make any noise!"
The students in the martial arts training class felt as if their eardrums were about to burst, their faces turned pale and they quickly stepped back.
The people in Changyang Village, including teenagers and young men, also stepped back, while the middle-aged warriors didn't go far. They all showed curious expressions and stood aside to watch the battle.
Zhang Zhenhua is the most outstanding person of the younger generation in Changyang Village. As for Zhang Zhenguang, he has not yet entered the third level and is even worse than his brother.
However, Zhang Zhenguang is a few years younger and studied in Jingwu, so he may not be inferior to Zhang Zhenhua in the future.
Fang Ping is about the same age as Zhang Zhenguang, and he has only entered the third level not long ago. Although he is ranked higher than Zhang Zhenhua, no one will admit that he is weaker than the other without fighting against each other.
In the eyes of many people, Fang Ping just got the glory of Mowu and ranked ahead of Zhang Zhenhua with his ability to kill the middle-level fourth-level players.
A real fight may not be possible!
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As everyone retreated, Zhang Zhenhua also accepted the weapons handed over by others.
Double trumpet!
This was the first time Fang Ping saw someone using such a weapon.
"In the outside world, people in Changyang Village think of Tai Chi the most, but they don't know that we are better at using equipment!"
Zhang Zhenhua explained with a smile, and waved his maces casually, but the air was stirred, and Fang Ping's face became slightly solemn.
The mace has no edge, and strictly speaking, it belongs to the whip category.
However, the mace is very heavy, heavier than ordinary swords. In terms of technique, it is more about smashing.
Of course, it can be stabbed, picked, swept, blocked, or pressed. Warriors who can use maces are more likely to like to hit people. Warriors who use maces are also very confident and have certain specialties in strength. Many warriors who are naturally powerful or have strong Qi.
A warrior with plenty of blood likes to use his mace.
"Please enlighten me!"
Fang Ping put the long knife aside and did not pick it up.
With his combined fist power, he now needs to deeply master the "Vajra Fist". As for the sword skills, he will put them aside for the time being.
Zhang Zhenhua didn't care whether he was using a weapon or not. He returned the salute and said with a smile: "On the arena, the fight does not matter life or death, but if you get hurt, don't blame me for not holding back."
"Then I won't tell you until you get hurt!"
"good!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zhenhua jumped into the air, holding two maces, and smashed the hijab!
Fang Ping wanted to test his depth, but did not back down. His spine instantly straightened, and a muffled roar came out.
The energy and blood all over the body are mobilized instantly. Although there is no light of energy and blood on the fists, the power of energy and blood is extremely restrained and explodes with full force!
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and Fang Ping stepped back one after another. His fists went numb for a while. When he looked closely, his fists were already stained with blood.
Zhang Zhenhua did not pursue me, but shook his head slightly and said: "If this is all, you are no match for me, there is no need to fight again!"
Fang Ping's face was solemn and he said solemnly: "Is he born with great strength?"
"So to speak."
Zhang Zhenhua laughed. Seeing that Fang Ping had no intention of giving up, he was not surprised. He jumped up and attacked Fang Ping again!
Fang Ping didn't catch him forcefully this time. He stepped aside, stretched out his hands, quickly grabbed his left arm, and violently threw him back!
Zhang Zhenhua stamped his feet heavily on the ground, and two deep footprints were instantly stamped on the granite floor!
"This is not enough!"
Zhang Zhenhua let out a low drink, his figure remained motionless, and he quickly swung his maces towards Fang Ping's forehead.
Fang Ping couldn't throw him away at once, and he didn't pester him. He quickly moved his steps and took a few steps back to avoid the attack.
"The physique is very strong and the strength is great..."
Fang Ping let out a breath, he really had to be careful.