God Level Demon

“What?! ”

Seeing his phantom palm was broken, even his right hand was grabbed, Yao Zhong's face changed dramatically, killing him didn't expect him to be defeated so easily.

At the same time, he felt a fierce sense of crisis, his whole body of cells tightened, trying to draw out the right hand caught by Xia Ping, but his right hand seemed to be caught by a fairy crane with horrible entanglement.

No matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't get away with it. It was horrible.

“Shit! ”

At this time, Yao Zhong-faced as dead, he felt a strong sense of crisis, because when his right hand was caught, the other hand held his fist in his left hand and punched him in vain.

Leopard Fist - Leopard Shooting!

A bang, like a leopard rising in the air, the air burst, heavily over Yao Zhong's abdomen, instantly he felt a terrible tremendous force blow up in his abdomen.

“Ah!”

Yao Zhong shouted a terrible scream, and the whole person was blown out of the ground, gliding hundreds of meters along the ground, and finally hit the wall before stopping.

His eyes stared dead at Xiaping, seemed to want to struggle, but struggled for a few seconds, his body came with a sharp pain, and he fell to the ground, and had fainted hard.

“Brother Yao Zhong! ”

A group of disciples of the Martial Arts Museum shouted and burned their hearts, all surrounded by the past, very worried.

Others are incredible, this is the famous Yao Zhong, the strong fighter of the Seven Heavens, sweep the area invincible, it is the ace of the Wuwei Museum.

But now, this kid beat me to death, and I fainted. Is there any reason for that?

“So you fainted? ”

Xiaping's face showed a glimmer of disappointment: “It's so fragile, I just passed out with one punch. You're not acting, are you? This is all the disciples of Wuwei Martial Arts Museum have. ”

“Who the fuck is acting? Didn't you see Brother Yao roll his eyes? I know Brother Yao Zhong, he is not such a good actor.” A disciple of a martial arts museum shouted with sorrow.

Listen, the other fat, short disciple got angry, snapped, and slapped the guy: “Say an egg, can you talk, don't talk if you can't talk, nobody will treat you like a mute. ”

The man was grieving: “But that bastard is insulting Brother Yao Zhong, I can't stand it. ”

“Insult my ass, your words are insulting.” The short and fat disciple was half angry and he couldn't help but beat up the page.

Xia Ping's face was silent and waved: “Okay, okay, stop arguing. I know the real level of your martial arts museum. It doesn't look very good. It's nothing but fictitious. ”

What?!

Upon hearing this, a group of disciples of Wuwei Museum went mad, all turned their heads and stared at Xiaping, seemingly trying to rush up and completely tear this bastard apart.

Xia Ping glanced: “What's wrong? Aren't you upset? ”

“I'm with your sister! ”

“Weiwei Museum is a prestigious museum for a long time. Is it your son who can humiliate the powerful like clouds? ”

“Change your mouth now, or you will never go out to the Tatmadaw. ”

Everyone stared viciously at Xiaping, and their hearts burst.

“Kind of funny. ”

Xia Ping stood down and looked at these people lightly. “Then let me see your strength, but I'm dealing with you with a bully. It's not fair. It's beating you up. ”

The disciples of Wuwei Martial Arts Hall are so angry, the bastard should really look down on the level of willingness of people, so damn, this man owes me so much.

“Here's the deal.” Xiaping made his own suggestion, "I stood still and let you attack me, as long as you can make me step back, even if I lose, I will automatically leave the Martial Arts Museum, and I will not come in for the rest of my life. ”

“This is insane. Who do you think you are? ”

“You are too arrogant to stand here and let us attack, even the mighty of the Nine Heavens of the Martial Arts dare not do so. ”

“Just take a step back and admit you lost, you bastard. You look down on people. We really did it. I'm afraid you've been in the hospital for a year, you know? ”

The disciples of Wuwei Martial Arts Hall had a distorted face, and they felt like they had lived for so many years, they had never seen such an angry bastard before, and they owed it to the extreme.

“That's what you all said, then I'll be honest. ”

Xiaping was very simple and straightforward: “Actually, I looked down on you and thought you had little strength, even if you attacked me, like a mosquito bite. ”

“If you don't like it, try it. ”

He looked flat and stood still, letting the other party attack him.

“Shit, I've never wanted to beat a guy up so bad in my whole life, just try it, all together, and kill the bastard.” The disciple of a martial arts museum could no longer bear it, and the first moment rushed past.

A number of disciples followed suit.

Bang bang bang!!!

These people punched and kicked Xiaping, did their best, and did their best to solve the problem. It was like beating sandbags, let alone all of them.

Even in their usual training, they are not so serious.

But when they attacked Xiaping, it was strange, as if they attacked not humans, but a bunch of cotton.

No matter how fierce the fist, blowing on this kid, that powerful attack will be absorbed clean and digested, and this depression almost makes his mother spit blood.

“What's the matter? I don't have the strength to go home and have your mother feed you. Milk.” Xia Ping stood by his hand and stood comfortably in his place, working his way up to the North Defender and letting these enemies attack.

He feels his body souffle. Crispy. Numb, warm currents floating around the body, very comfortable, a hint of true air flowing around the body, constantly becoming strong.

I have to say, this is the best way to practice, even if it's closed, sitting on the ground, absorbing energy from the heavens and the earth, it's not as fast as it is now.

At the same time, in order to stimulate the fighting power of these people, he provokes them from time to time and stimulates their nerves.

“I feed you a face. ”

“Push harder, don't let go. ”

“Kill the bastard, he's born to beat up. ”

“Without beating this page to pieces, our martial arts museum will be disgraced. ”

“This is not only our dignity, but also the dignity of the Tatmadaw Museum, and we must not fall back. ”

A group of people at Wuwei Martial Arts Hall screamed desperately and shocked their morale. They all swore that they would never let this bastard Xia Ping underestimate them. At least, they should be able to beat him back and sweep the floor out.

Otherwise, it would be disgraceful if the people in the other museums knew that so many of them had attacked but could not beat him back one step at a time.