God Level Demon

However, he beat Xiaping for an hour and Xiaping was fine. Instead, all the people who beat Xiaping appeared to be faint, as if they had been squeezed seven or eight times by their girlfriends, and had lost any strength.

Bang bang bang!!!

A disciple fell to the ground, gasped loudly, sweated, and was already powerless.

Even though some of the more enduring disciples are still attacking Xiaping, it can be seen that their fists are already weak, like babies.

“What's the matter? What the hell is wrong with you guys? If you fight for an hour, you won't have the strength. How the hell do you train? ”

Xia Ping was very upset, he was just enjoying it, the strength of the body is a little bit enhanced, this unparalleled pleasure should not be too comfortable, more refreshing than a massage.

But now, these people don't have the strength to hit him, they don't have any exercise, they fly around like flies, it's just annoying.

When they heard that, the people of Wuwei Museum were suffocated, but now they are really powerless, unable to produce even a few shouting forces.

They were helpless, and the kid was a monster, and they took turns beating him up a hundred times, but this shit didn't work, and he couldn't even take a step back.

After an hour of fighting, they fell apart. The other party still looked like a living tiger. They were totally obeyed. No wonder the elder brother Yao Zhong was not an opponent.

“You didn't even react? Looks like these people are really weak. ”

Xia Ping touched his chin and looked like a piece of mud lying on the ground. No matter how ironic he was, the disciple of Wuwei Museum was indifferent. He felt that this might be the end of the day.

“Forget it, let it go today. I'll come back tomorrow. ”

He dropped the sentence and turned around and left.

“What? Come back tomorrow. Don't come. We'll take it.” A disciple of Wuwei Museum was happy to see Xiaping leave.

But when you hear this, his face will be completely green. The plague god will come tomorrow. Isn't he going to be mentally abused and physically abused by this kid?!

Not only is his face green, but so are the disciples of other martial arts museums.

But no matter how reluctant they were, the next evening, Xiaping arrived on time at the doorstep of the Martial Arts Museum, shouting and letting them beat themselves.

If they did not, he would beat the cadets and be arrogant.

The students of Wuwei Martial Arts Museum are also strong martial arts, how can they endure this qi, rush up one by one, and help Xiaping to supplement training.

After three days in a row, Xiaping almost made the Wuwei Museum his own home. He came every day to abuse the disciples of Wuwei Museum.

“Harder, yes, that's you, the big guy two meters tall, with so much muscle, why fight like a baby, didn't he come without eating? ”

“And you, your son is a strong fighter of the Six Heavens of the Martial Arts. Why are you so weak in boxing? Did your girlfriend do something last night? Young and brazen, boss. I think you'll be impotent, you know? ”

“What are you laughing at? The three of you are the same. White grew up so big, he said he was a top student at school. I can't see if your school level is too low to support you. ”

Xiaping stood there, shouting, and constantly mentally abused the disciples of these martial arts museums, making them look blue and white, almost trying to vomit blood.

If it was three days ago, they had a little desire to fight back, but now they're all used to being abused by that bastard, completely obsessed, one paralyzed on the ground, and they don't even want to move.

“Why aren't you moving? Hurry up. Are you still a member of Wuwei Museum? Still a top student at school? Do you still want to go to first-class college? According to your attitude, it was a dream, and the doorman wouldn't want you.” Seeing a group of martial arts museum people lying on the ground like mud, Xiaping continued his mental bombardment.

But no matter how he bombed them, the men of these martial arts museums seemed completely poisoned, lying dead on the ground, no matter how Xiaping called them, they didn't want to move.

“Forget it, you guys really don't have the strength. I'll come back tomorrow.” Xia Ping is a little sad, it seems that today's cultivation can only be a paragraph.

Listen, the face of a disciple of Wuwei Museum is instantly green. He shouted, "Brother, we've taken it, can't we take it completely? Don't come here to abuse us. ”

“The last time we came to your school, we pretended not to mean much. Do we need this much revenge? ”

“We won't bother you in the future. Please spare us this time. If we continue like this, we won't be able to bear it. ”

A group of disciples were green, even yelling. They were still very upset with Xia Ping before, but now they have been beaten by Harsheng. If you dislike it, come back tomorrow, which one is not afraid.

Even their elder brother Yao Zhong was scared by this page. He was beaten seriously for two days in a row. Now he is lying pretending to be ill and seems to want to hide from the wind.

“No, I have to say, you have good qualities and are a good companion.” Xia Ping Da La said, "I don't feel well if I don't bother you. ”

Comfortable with your sister!

A group of people are half dead, you are comfortable, they are miserable, they have nightmares every day, they are afraid to come home this night to beat themselves up, there is a psychological shadow.

“Brother, aren't you just looking for company? There are some martial arts halls in Tianshui City that are stronger than martial arts halls. Why don't you go to them? ”

“That is, we are weak, don't bully us. ”

“If you come back, I'll lay still on the ground. ”

The disciples of the Wuwei Martial Arts Museum shouted, and some of the disciples tried not to move, so they lay up straight on the ground.

“Other martial arts? ”

Xia Ping had to seriously consider the feasibility of this matter. After these three days of abuse, the motivation of these disciples has indeed diminished considerably and nothing can harm him.

If this continues, I'm afraid his training program will have to be interrupted.

And he was a little tired of abusing them for three days.

“Well, that's it for today. I'll go to another martial arts hall tomorrow. ”

Xiaping decided to turn around and leave.

“Goddamn it, the god of plague has finally left and gone to scourge the other museums. ”

“Celebrate, we must celebrate. ”

“Great, the clouds are thick for the last three days. I almost want to leave Wuwei Museum, and now it's finally raining. ”

The disciples of Wuwei Martial Arts Museum were very happy and crying, all hugged together and finally able to send the plague god away.