Loud noises kept coming, and the martial arts students on the periphery all turned pale and hurriedly backed away.
This was the first time they saw third-grade warriors fighting against each other.
Although Fang Ping's "Vajra Fist" has not yet reached the stage of great success, the power of the fist is combined, the energy and blood are deep, and the power of the punch is extremely high.
His combat training is not advanced, but his mental strength is strong and his reaction speed is faster than ordinary people.
Although Zhang Zhenhua is powerful, he does not have an advantage over Fang Ping.
Fang Ping avoided Zhang Zhenhua's attacks several times and used his speed to attack his vital points crazily, but Zhang Zhenhua was even more busy than him in dealing with it!
"You think I'm still the same person as before!"
Fang Ping hummed in his heart. After reaching the peak of the third level, his physique, energy and blood were far stronger than those of ordinary third-level peak warriors. The tempering of his bone marrow made his bones three points stronger, and the power of his tactics with the same burst of energy and blood was also much stronger.
Bigger than others.
Zhang Zhenhua's natural strength is a great advantage to others, but it has no effect on Fang Ping.
At this moment, Fang Ping's only shortcoming is that he has not practiced his tactics for a long time, his proficiency is not quite there, and the power of his ultimate move is not quite as powerful.
Among other warriors of the same level, no one is stronger than him.
Against Zhang Zhenhua, Fang Ping still focused on skilled tactics!
Zhang Zhenhua's speed was a little worse than Fang Ping's, and he was a little impatient and unwilling to fight.
Just when Fang Ping struck with another punch, Zhang Zhenhua suddenly roared violently, his maces roared loudly, and went straight to Fang Ping's shoulders.
Fang Ping's expression changed and he wanted to retreat, but he felt a strong momentum suppressing him!
"Pretend I've never killed anyone!"
Fang Ping's body also oozed traces of blood, and his mental power exploded instantly, suppressing the opponent!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Ping gathered all his energy and blood into one point and exploded in an instant!
Outsiders only saw Fang Ping stepping on the ground with his toes, causing the stone surface under his feet to shatter in an instant, and then Fang Ping rose up from the ground and flew out fiercely!
Zhang Zhenhua on the opposite side also roared fiercely, pressed down hard with both maces, and smashed them down quickly.
Just when everyone thought the two were about to collide, Fang Ping suddenly stepped into the air, and his body suddenly lifted up a lot. This time, he avoided Zhang Zhenhua's two aces.
…
Periphery.
The skinny old man frowned and said in a deep voice: "What's going on with Zhenhua!"
Even if Zhang Zhenhua is slower than Fang Ping, he still won't be able to react after Fang Ping stepped into the air and continue to use his big move downwards. Isn't this looking for death?
At this moment, an old man with white beard and hair came through the air and chuckled: "Mental interference!"
"Um?"
The skinny old man was stunned for a while, and the white-haired old man explained: "Spiritual power!"
"he?"
"right."
The face of the skinny old man changed!
He who is at the peak of fifth grade is still far from that point.
The white-haired old man is the strongest person in Changyang Village. If he says this, it should be no surprise.
…
Just as the two of them were talking.
Fang Ping stepped into the air, raised his body, and directly avoided the opponent's ultimate move. Zhang Zhenhua's move caused a huge explosion of energy and blood.
Before the two maces were knocked down, rubble on the ground was already splashing out, and the warriors on the periphery took action to block it to prevent the rubble from hurting anyone.
Fang Ping, who was in the air, took advantage of the pause when Zhang Zhenhua's move was empty and his blood was hard to calm down. He closed his fists, looked down from a high position, and slammed down!
"boom!"
There was a huge muffled sound, like a cowhide drum being hit.
Fang Ping hit Zhang Zhenhua's back with a punch. Zhang Zhenhua roared angrily, and the muscles and bones of his back creaked. His feet dug into the ground, and his whole body was almost smashed into the ground by Fang Ping.
After one punch, Fang Ping didn't stop at all. With a "boom", he punched down again!
"puff!"
Zhang Zhenhua had blood spurting out of his mouth. He knelt down and was unable to stand up. A beast-like roar came from his mouth!
When warriors fight, one move can mean the difference between life and death.
He unleashed his ultimate move, hoping to determine the outcome with one move, but Fang Ping had a sudden idea and used his mental power to match his momentum, suppressing him and disturbing him for a moment. In just a split second, Fang Ping found an opportunity.
Two punches knocked him to his knees, unable to stand up.
"Zhenhua!"
"Asshole!"
"..."
Some middle-aged and elderly warriors in the periphery were furious!
No one expected that after the two of them fought for a while, when Zhang Zhenhua unleashed his ultimate move, Fang Ping would seize the opportunity and hit him in the back with two punches, causing him to kneel down.
"Shut up!"
The white-haired old man gave a cold shout and said: "This is the end of the discussion, little friend, you can stop now!"
At this moment, Fang Ping was pretending to prepare his third punch, aiming at Zhang Zhenhua's head.
After hearing this, Fang Ping stopped his hand, took a step back, landed on the spot, and said with great ease, "It's a fluke, seniors, don't blame me."
At this moment, Fang Ping was still feeling a little excited.
Learned another trick!
Only a master can understand the use of spiritual power, and even Lu Fengrou has only a partial understanding of it.
Fang Ping actually didn't expect that he had just gained momentum and cooperated with his mental power to suppress Zhang Zhenhua. Zhang Zhenhua's thinking suddenly stopped after he was able to suppress it. Fang Ping saw him pause for a moment, and he didn't know that the opportunity was coming. If not
If he didn't want to kill anyone, he could blow Zhang Zhenhua's head off with one punch.
Despite this, Zhang Zhenhua was seriously injured at the moment, and several young people hurriedly stepped forward to check on his condition.
Zhang Zhenguang looked at Fang Ping with complicated eyes, carefully pulled out Zhang Zhenhua's feet from the pothole, glanced at Fang Ping, and hesitated to speak.
Fang Ping's victory over Zhang Zhenhua seemed particularly easy.
But Zhang Zhenguang knows that his elder brother is not that weak. Is Fang Ping so strong?
Before Zhang Zhenguang could say anything, the white-haired old man who had just arrived smiled lightly and said: "In martial arts universities like Mowu and Jingwu, it is much easier to discover geniuses than it is for us. My friend, this is a bit beyond my expectation."
The third-level warrior used mental shock. Although it was not too strong, it could still be regarded as a master's method.
Of course, Fang Ping could only do some slight interference at this moment.
Unlike the cunning he had seen, the fourth and fifth grade warriors who were directly suppressed turned into meat paste.
That is the real mental shock and suppression!
But Fang Ping is still very satisfied. His mental power is his own, and it is not a purely external force like Infinite Qi and Blood.
The third-level realm uses mental power to suppress opponents, which is also a manifestation of his strength.
As for why his mental power is stronger than others... Fang Ping doesn't admit that it's the system's credit anyway. He doesn't use the system to forcefully increase his mental power.
All I can say is that he is extremely talented!
Even if there is no wealth value, Fang Ping can still use his mental power. He can just wait for his mental power to recover on its own.
"Master, it's just a fluke that the master is over-reputed."
Fang Ping said modestly. He couldn't be humble. The other party felt his spiritual power. In all likelihood, he was at the peak of the sixth level. This kind of warrior could not be offended.
I just beat Zhang Zhenhua, but I didn’t want to be beaten violently.
"Lucky?" The white-haired old man shook his head gently.
The third level can use mental power. If this is a fluke, it is also a great luck. I'm afraid I can't find a second one. This matter cannot be explained.
However, the white-haired old man still kindly reminded: "Excessive consumption of mental power will cause mental exhaustion, even falling asleep. Children should pay attention to it..."
Fang Ping nodded quickly!
No wonder Lu Fengrou is often unable to wake up, she must be exercising her mental strength.
But I...then there is no need to remind you.
No big deal, just spend some wealth points to replenish it.
"Thank you, Master, for reminding..."
As soon as Fang Ping finished thanking him, the old man who had been kind-hearted just now suddenly said: "My little friend, you can leave now!"
Fang Ping's face froze, he was chasing people away too quickly!
But I hit someone's baby bump and they didn't get angry, which is pretty good.
Fang Ping didn't dare to stay for long, so he pulled out the long knife on the side and left quickly.
…
Fang Ping walked for a while, and a powerful aura suddenly erupted from the white-haired old man, and he hummed: "Get out, come to my Changyang Village again, and I will kill you!"
"Tch, are you afraid?"
In mid-air, a figure disappeared and appeared, and someone vaguely heard someone sneering: "Don't die so quickly, sooner or later I will compete with you!"
"roll!"
The white-haired old man was so furious that some nearby warriors stepped back with fear in their eyes.
"Boring and stingy, I'm not beating you when I hit your grandson..."
"Go away or not!"
The white-haired old man was very angry, and suddenly it shot straight into the sky. Then everyone heard a burst of thunder. After a while, the white-haired old man landed on the ground, and the ground was broken into pieces with one foot. Cracks spread all over the square.
The skinny old man next to him said attentively: "Who?"
"Mowu's Sword of Eternal Life!"
The white-haired old man snorted softly and said in a low voice: "The arrogant bastard peeks from the air without permission. If you don't want to go to war, let him look good!"
"The Immortal Swordsman Li Changsheng!"
The skinny old man took a slight breath and said, "Why did this old guy get out of the magic weapon?"
"Principal Zhang of Mowu died in the battle, the three great masters are not here, and everyone else is guarding the cave. The genius of Mowu is sharpening, and except for him, no one else can hold up the position."
"The Sword of Eternal Life...what a pity."
The skinny old man suddenly shook his head and sighed softly.
Now, among the experts at the peak of the sixth level of Mowu, Lu Fengrou calls herself "Wudi" and claims to be invincible in defeating all the masters.
"Crazy Lion" Tang Feng also has a great reputation and is known as one of the top three masters.
Of course, these have ingredients to boast about.
But before these two people rose up, Mowu's "Eternal Life Swordsman" was the top powerhouse who was most likely to become a master. With an immortal sword, the fifth level defeated the sixth level, and when he stepped into the sixth level, everyone felt that he was about to become a master.
However, after the group in the underground cave, the name Eternal Life Sword completely disappeared from the martial arts world.
The white-haired old man hummed softly: "What's such a pity? In these years, no one in our family has died in battle! More than one person, the Grandmaster, has died in battle!"
"Li Changsheng's mental strength was severely damaged. It's just luck that he didn't die!"
The skinny old man still regretted: "One less master... no, maybe two.
After that battle, Mowu Lu Fengrou almost went crazy, and the Sword of Eternal Life collapsed. Otherwise, Mowu might be one of the six great masters now, and secure his position as the number one school. But for this, Grandmaster Zhang had to fight many times, and was seriously injured.
body, and finally the golden body was destroyed."
The white-haired old man said no more, no matter how strong the Immortal Swordsman is, he is still the same as before.
Today's Li Changsheng is just an ordinary sixth-grade peak person. His mental power is severely damaged and cannot be healed. There is no hope of becoming a master. Sooner or later, he will go to the underground cave and there will be no immortal sword in the world.
…
Fang Ping, who had already left in a hurry, naturally didn't know about this scene.
After defeating Zhang Zhenhua, Fang Ping was in a very good mood.
Without staying in Changyang Village for long, Fang Ping drove overnight to Wanshan Temple. This was also his strongest opponent since this trip.
Seventh on the third-grade list!
There is a rumor in Wanshan Temple that a master is in charge, but Fang Ping doesn’t know whether it is true or not.
Because the grandmaster of Wanshan Temple has not entered the grandmaster list.
Fang Ping had inquired with Old Man Li before, and Old Man Li explained to him that the old monk from Wanshan Temple had been in the Zhongzhou Caves for 6 years and had not returned for 6 years. The probability of death was extremely high!
However, in the Zhongzhou crypt, once a war breaks out or the grandmaster dies, Grandmaster Zhao Xingwu who is in charge of Zhongzhou should be able to notice it.
Since the death of the master has not been discovered, the old monk from Wanshan Temple may not have died and went deep into the cave.
However, since he has not been released for 6 years, there is really little hope of survival, and the name of this old monk has not been included in the grandmaster list.
Whether he survives or not can only be seen later.
…
On the evening of the 13th, Fang Ping arrived at Yuntai Mountain where Wanshan Temple is located.
On the 14th, as soon as Fang Ping entered the mountain, at the entrance, a young monk with a shaved head and a monk's robe put his hands together and bowed, smiling like Maitreya.
"Donor Fang, the young monk has been waiting for you for a long time!"
"Flower Monk?"
The young monk's face froze, and he smiled lightly and said, "The donor seems to have misunderstood the young monk?"
Fang Ping held the long sword and joked: "It's not what I said. When the third-grade list came out, no one else had a nickname. You were the only one who had a nickname. Hua Monk Jingse, you were the first warrior on the list to be exposed by gossip.
I heard that you often go down the mountain to look for flowers and willows..."
The white and tender cheeks of the monk were slightly red, and he chuckled: "The donor has misunderstood, and the rumors cannot be taken seriously. For example, donor Fang rumored that he specializes in hitting women's breasts. Can this be taken seriously?"
Fang Ping smiled and said: "I have fought, so the rumors are true."
The Jingse monk's face became stiff, and he said after a long while: "If I don't agree, if you don't come, I'm going to challenge you. Now that you're here, let's do it!"
"this?"
Fang Ping took a look around and saw that there were many tourists around.
"That's it, the national crisis is at the forefront, everyone is responsible, and everyone should respect martial arts!"
"You shouldn't be a monk!"
"You should be a monk!"
After the monk Jie Se finished speaking, his robe instantly fell apart and fell apart, revealing his strong upper body. He laughed and said, "In the way, Zhang Zhenhua was defeated by you. No one in the third level of Zhongzhou can defeat me. You are here just in time!"
"Monk Hua has a pretty good figure!"
This time, Fang Ping did not abandon his sword again. There were many tourists around, so he had to fight smart and win decisively!
As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them jumped into the air. The Zen staff and the long sword collided instantly, and the roar echoed in the mountains.
…
Halfway up the mountain.
Old Man Li curled his lips, and an old monk wearing cassocks beside him also showed a smile and said with a slight smile: "It's good to be young..."
"You two little brats, how about playing an exhibition match?"
Old Man Li cursed, "If two third-level warriors don't fight on the ground but fight in the air, their heads will get wet!"
But fighting in the air...it does look much more handsome.
"Young man..."
The old monk's face was full of smiles, and he was happy for no reason.
…
foot of mountain.
Mid-air.
Fang Ping's long sword swing was airtight, and sometimes the air exploded when he slashed.
Monk Jingse looked solemn, but he was ranked seventh in the third rank. How could he have earned his reputation in vain?
The Zen staff is for facade.
The Buddhist monk threw it casually, and the Zen staff was inserted straight into a stone wall. The next moment, the muscles all over the monk's body bulged, and his fair skin instantly turned golden!
Amidst the exclamations of outsiders in the distance, the monk Jingse turned his hands into palms and staged a drama of grabbing a white blade with his bare hands.
Fang Ping's B-level long sword exploded into five consecutive slashes with astonishing momentum, but the monk Jiese put his hands together and clamped the blade directly.
In mid-air, Fang Ping was furious, his arms bulged, and he exploded his coat. Holding a long knife, he pushed the young monk against the stone wall not far away. "I won't play with you anymore!"
The monk Jingse suddenly laughed, let go of the long knife, and instantly fell straight down.
Fang Ping was not surprised. Fighting in the air was cool, but it was difficult to exert force. It consumed a lot of energy and blood. If the monk couldn't go down, he would have to go down.
Standing down from a high position, Fang Ping held a knife in both hands. The blood on the blade flashed away, and he chopped it down instantly!
The monk Jiese stepped on the ground with his toes, and disappeared in front of the stone wall in a flash.
However, Fang Ping's sword power did not decrease and he still slashed towards the stone wall.
"Boom!"
After a loud noise, a knife mark several meters long and dozens of centimeters deep was left on the stone wall.
Fang Ping didn't stop at all. He turned around with his sword and slashed at the attacking monk Jie Se again.
…
Halfway up the mountain.
Someone roared in a low voice: "Tear down the mountain? You two bastards, next time I meet you, I will slap you to death!"
After saying that, he looked at Li Changsheng and Li Changsheng who were smiling and saying nothing with fearful expressions, snorted and left in the air.
Such a huge mountain does not belong to Wanshan Temple alone.
…
At the foot of the mountain.
The place where Fang Ping and Monk Jise fought was already in a mess.
In the past, Fang Ping saw the remains of the battle between two eighth-level masters.
At that time, Fang Ping felt that the eighth-grade master was very powerful and inhuman.
To this day, Fang Ping has long understood that the purpose of fighting between eighth-level human beings is to measure the opponent's strength.
It's more of a mental battle than reality.
The remaining battle scenes from that day were probably just the destruction caused by the overflow of spiritual power.
Brother Xiao Ma and Grandmaster Taimu may not have fought each other with golden bodies.
At this moment, he and the young monk were completely careless, and the remains of the battlefield they fought were probably not much worse than those left by the eighth grade that day.
Non-human, even now they are!
Easily crushing steel is not considered inhuman, so what is considered inhuman?
The third-grade peak warriors fight with all their strength, without any scruples, and their destructive power is beyond imagination!
…
There were many people watching this battle.
Many ordinary people were shocked beyond measure!
Walking in the air, cutting mountains and splitting rocks, is this a warrior?
How many products?
Grandmaster?
They don't dare to think too low, but Grandmaster, is it possible?
Two such young people!
Now that the two were fighting, no one dared to watch closely, but before, the monk was waiting at the foot of the mountain and Fang Ping went up the mountain with a knife, and many people still saw it.
Two young people, very young!
"A warrior...this is a warrior..."
Even if you say one thousand or ten thousand, you won’t really see the shock.
In the crowd, a man with a mean smile was holding a camera in one hand, dancing and spitting: "Did you see that?
This is just a fight between third-grade warriors!
I am also a third-grade person. Aren’t they all questioning the authenticity of Liu Dali’s ability to chop steel bars with his bare hands?
Are you still doubting it?
I, Liu Dali, just don’t bother to explain!”
Liu Dali said this, but he was feeling sad in his heart. I am only in the middle of the third level, and I am not at the same level as them. Don't let me prove myself again. I can't produce such destructive power.