Chapter 53

"What?!"

Seeing his Thousand Illusion Palm being cracked, and even his right hand being grabbed, Yao Zhong's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that he would be defeated so easily after beating him to death.

At the same time, he felt a sharp sense of crisis, all the cells in his body tensed up, and wanted to pull out his right hand which was held by Xia Ping, but his right hand seemed to be held by a crane, which contained a terrifying entanglement.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it, which was extremely terrifying.

"Oops!"

At this moment, Yao Zhong's face was ashen, and he felt a strong sense of crisis, because when his right hand was caught, the other party was clenched with his left hand, punching in vain.

Leopard Fist - Leopard hits shooting stars!

With a bang, it was like the sound of a cheetah rising in the air. The air exploded and hit Yao Zhong's abdomen fiercely. Immediately, he felt a terrifying force explode in his abdomen.

"ah!"

Yao Zhong let out a shrill scream, and his whole body was sent flying abruptly. He slid along the ground for hundreds of meters, and finally stopped when he hit the wall.

He fixed his eyes on Xia Ping, and seemed to want to struggle, but after struggling for a few seconds, a sharp pain came from his body, and he fell to the ground with a slap, and passed out from the sudden pain.

"Senior Brother Yao Zhong!"

A group of disciples from the Wuwei Martial Arts Hall shouted, anxious, they all surrounded them one after another, very worried.

Some people simply couldn't believe it, but this is the famous Yao Zhong, a strongman of the Seventh Heavenly Layer of Martial Apprentices, sweeping the area invincibly, he can be called the trump card of Wuwei Martial Arts Hall.

But now, he was defeated by this kid with a single punch, and even knocked out abruptly, is there any reason for this?

"Is this dizzy?"

A hint of disappointment appeared on Xia Ping's face: "It's so fragile, I passed out with just one punch, I'm not acting, right? The big disciples of Wuwei Wuguan only have this strength."

"Who the hell is acting? Did you roll your eyes if you didn't see Senior Brother Yao Zhong? I know Senior Brother Yao Zhong, but he's not that good at acting." A disciple from the Wuwei Martial Arts Hall cried out in grief and indignation.

After listening, another short and fat disciple was very annoyed. He slapped and knocked the guy hard: "What the hell, can you talk? If you can't talk, don't talk. No one will take you!" Be dumb."

The man was very wronged: "But that bastard is insulting Senior Brother Yao Zhong, I can't stand it."

"What an insult, what you say is an insult." The short and fat disciple was so angry that he wanted to beat him up.

Xia Ping was speechless, and waved his hands: "Okay, okay, stop arguing, I know the true level of your Wuwei Martial Arts Academy, it seems that it's not too bad, it's just a name."

What? !

Hearing this, a group of disciples from the Wuwei Martial Arts Academy went mad with anger. They all turned their heads and glared at Xia Ping angrily, as if they wanted to rush up and tear this bastard into pieces.

Seeing this, Xia Ping squinted: "What's wrong? Are you not convinced?"

"I give in to your sister!"

"Wuwei Martial Arts Hall is a prestigious martial arts hall. There are strong people like clouds, and capable people come forth in large numbers. How can you insult it?"

"Change your words immediately, or you will never even think about going out to the Wuwei Martial Arts Hall."

Everyone stared at Xia Ping viciously, and their hearts exploded with anger.

"interesting."

Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back, looked at these people indifferently, and said: "Then let me see your strength, but if I take action against you, it is simply bullying the small with the big, it is very unfair, this is beating you."

The disciples of the Wuwei Martial Art Museum have their noses crooked. How far does this bastard have to look down on others before he is willing to do so?

"Let's do this." Xia Ping put forward his own suggestion, "I'll just stand here and let you attack me, as long as you can make me take a step back, even if I lose, I will automatically leave the Wuwei Martial Arts Hall. I will never come in in my life."

"Too arrogant, who do you think you are?"

"Standing here and letting us attack, you are too arrogant, even a strong warrior from the Ninth Heaven of Martial Apprentice would not dare to do this."

"As long as you take a step back, you will admit defeat. You bastard is too contemptuous of others. If we really do it, I'm afraid you will go to the hospital for a year, you know?"

The faces of the disciples in Wuwei Martial Arts Hall were all distorted. They felt that they had never seen such an angry bastard in so many years of life. They were so flattened to the extreme.

"You've all said that, so I'll be honest."

Xia Ping is very simple and direct: "Actually, I look down on you and think that you have no strength. Even if you attack me, it is like a mosquito bite."

"If you don't agree, try it."

He put on an awkward look, and stood still, allowing the opponent to attack.

"Damn it, I've never wanted to beat someone up so much in my life. Just try it. Let's fight together and beat this bastard to death." A Wuwei Martial Arts disciple couldn't take it anymore and rushed over immediately.

Seeing this, many disciples also rushed over.

bang bang bang! ! !

These people punched and kicked Xia Ping with all their strength and all they could do. It was as if they were beating sandbags, not to mention that they were all using their strength.

Even during normal training, they are not so serious.

But when they attacked Xia Ping, they all felt strange, as if what they attacked was not a human being, but a ball of cotton.

No matter how violent the fist is, when it hits this kid, the powerful attack power will be completely digested and absorbed. This feeling of depression almost makes his mother vomit blood.

"What's the matter? I don't have any strength at all. Do you want to go home and let your mother feed you milk?" Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back, standing in place comfortably, using the Beiming body protection skill, allowing these enemies to attack.

He felt that his body was crisp. Crisp. Numb. Numb, warm currents surged around his body, very comfortable, and traces of true energy flowed around his body, constantly becoming stronger.

It has to be said that this is simply the best method of cultivation. Even if you practice in closed doors, meditate on the spot, and absorb the energy of the world, it is not as fast as it is now.

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

"I'll feed you a face."

"Everyone, use your strength and don't hold back your hands."

"Kill this bastard to death, this kind of person is born to be beaten."

"If you don't beat this fellow until he is paralyzed, our Wuwei Martial Arts Hall will lose all face."

"This is not only our dignity, but also the dignity of Wuwei Wuguan. We must not back down."

A group of people in the Wuwei Martial Arts Hall yelled desperately, their morale was shaken, and they all vowed that this bastard Xia Ping would never be underestimated, at least he would take a step back and be kicked out of the house.

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing for the people in other martial arts halls to know that they were attacking by so many people, but they couldn't knock him back even one step.