Chapter 266 Inhuman

[Book Title: Global High Martial Arts Chapter 266 Inhuman Author: The Eagle Eats the Chicken]

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Loud noises continued to be heard, and the students of the Martial Arts Hall on the periphery all turned pale and retreated hastily.

This is the first time they have seen third-rank warriors fight.

Although Fang Ping's "Vajra Fist" has not yet reached the stage of mastery, but the power of the fist is unified, the blood is deep, and the power of the punch is also extremely powerful.

He has not progressed in the cultivation of combat techniques, but his mental power is strong, and his reaction speed is faster than ordinary people.

Although Zhang Zhenhua was strong, he did not have an advantage over Fang Ping.

Fang Ping dodged Zhang Zhenhua's attack several times, and attacked his vitals crazily with the advantage of speed, but Zhang Zhenhua was more busy with it than him!

"You think I'm still the old me!"

Fang Ping groaned softly in his heart. He reached the peak of the third rank, and his physique, vitality and blood were far stronger than those of the general peak third rank fighters. bigger than others.

Zhang Zhenhua's natural strength is a great advantage for others, but it is useless for Fang Ping.

The only shortcoming of Fang Ping at this moment is that he hasn't practiced his tactics for a long time, his proficiency is a little short, and the power of his explosive big move is a little short.

Others, no one in the same rank of warriors 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 hit each other.

Just as Fang Ping punched again, Zhang Zhenhua suddenly let out a violent roar, and the two maces let out a loud whistling sound, and went straight to Fang Ping's shoulders.

Fang Ping's face changed, and he wanted to retreat, but he felt a strong momentum suppressing him!

"Think I haven't killed anyone!"

Fang Ping also oozes a little bit of blood, and his mental power explodes instantly, suppressing the opponent!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Ping's energy and blood were concentrated at one point, and exploded in an instant!

Outsiders only saw that Fang Ping stepped on the ground with his toes, and the stone surface under his feet bounced to pieces instantly, and then Fang Ping rose from the ground and flew out ferociously!

Zhang Zhenhua on the opposite side also growled fiercely, pressed down with both maces, and smashed down quickly.

Just when everyone thought that the two were about to collide, Fang Ping suddenly stepped into the air, and his body suddenly rose a lot. This time, he avoided Zhang Zhenhua's double mace.

...

peripheral.

The skinny old man frowned and said in a deep voice, "What's going on with Zhenhua!"

Even if Zhang Zhenhua's speed was slower than Fang Ping's, he wouldn't be able to react after Fang Ping stepped into the air.

At this moment, an old man with white beard and hair stepped out of the air and said with a light smile, "Mental power interference!"

"Um?"

The skinny old man was stunned for a while, and the white-haired old man explained: "Mental power!"

"he?"

"right."

The skinny old man's face changed!

At the peak of the fifth rank, he is still far away from that point.

The white-haired old man is the strongest in Changyang Village. It shouldn't be a surprise if he said that.

...

Just as the two were talking.

Fang Ping stepped into the air, raised his figure, and directly avoided the explosion of the opponent's big move. This move of Zhang Zhenhua exploded with great energy and blood.

Before the double mace was knocked down, the gravel on the ground had already splashed out, and the warriors on the periphery took action to block it to prevent the gravel from hurting people.

And Fang Ping, who was in the air, took advantage of Zhang Zhenhua's one move, and when the blood was hard to calm down, he closed his fists, condescending, and slammed down!

"boom!"

The huge muffled sound was like hitting a cowhide drum.

Fang Ping hit Zhang Zhenhua's back with a punch. Zhang Zhenhua roared, his back muscles and bones creaked, his feet sank into the ground, and Fang Ping almost smashed his whole body into the ground.

A punch hit, Fang Ping didn't stop at all,

With a "boom", he punched down again!

"puff!"

Blood spurted out of Zhang Zhenhua's mouth, he knelt down and couldn't stand up, and a beast-like roar came from his mouth!

When warriors fight, one move can separate life and death.

He exploded with a big move, trying to determine the outcome with one move, but Fang Ping had a whim, and used his mental strength to match his momentum, suppressing him, and at the same time disturbing him for a moment. In such a split second, Fang Ping found an opportunity, He was hit by two punches and was unable to stand up on his knees.

"Zhenhua!"

"Asshole!"

"..."

Some middle-aged and elderly warriors in the periphery were furious!

No one expected that when the two fought for a moment, Fang Ping seized the opportunity when Zhang Zhenhua broke out with a big move, hit the back with two punches, and knelt down.

"Shut up!"

The white-haired old man snorted coldly, and said: "This is the end of the discussion, my friend can stop!"

At this moment, Fang Ping was putting on airs and preparing for his third punch, aiming at Zhang Zhenhua's head.

Hearing this, Fang Ping withdrew his hands, took a step back, landed on the spot, and said with a smile: "It's a fluke, seniors, don't blame me."

At this moment, Fang Ping was still a little excited.

Learned another trick!

The use of spiritual power can only be understood by grand masters, even Lu Fengrou has only a half-knowledge.

Fang Ping actually didn't expect that just now, he was full of momentum and cooperated with his mental power to suppress Zhang Zhenhua. Zhang Zhenhua's thinking, which he was able to suppress, suddenly froze. If he didn't want to kill anyone, he could blow Zhang Zhenhua's head off with one punch.

Even so, Zhang Zhenhua was seriously injured at the moment, and several young people hurried forward to check his condition.

Zhang Zhenguang looked at Fang Ping with complicated eyes, carefully pulled out Zhang Zhenhua whose feet were stuck in the pothole, glanced at Fang Ping, and hesitated to speak.

Fang Ping defeated Zhang Zhenhua with ease.

But Zhang Zhenguang knew that his elder brother wasn't that weak, so could Fang Ping be so strong?

Before Zhang Zhenguang could make a sound, the white-haired old man who had just arrived just smiled and said, "Wu Universities like Mowu and Jingwu are much easier to discover talents than us, but my friend is a bit beyond my expectation."

The third-rank martial artist used mental shock. Although it was not too strong, it could be regarded as a master's method.

Of course, at this moment Fang Ping can only do some minor disturbances.

Unlike the cunning he had seen, the fourth- and fifth-rank warriors who were directly crushed turned into meat sauce.

That is the real mental shock and suppression!

But Fang Ping was still very satisfied, the mental power was his own, not pure external power like Unlimited Qi and Blood.

The use of spiritual power to suppress opponents in the third-rank realm is also a manifestation of his strength.

As for why the mental power is stronger than others... Fang Ping does not admit that it is the system's credit anyway, and he doesn't use the system to force his mental power.

It can only be said that the talent is extraordinary!

Even if there is no wealth value, Fang Ping can still use his mental power, and he can just wait for his mental power to recover on his own.

"The master's reputation is too high, and it is also a fluke."

Fang Ping said modestly, it's not good to be humble, the other party has felt his spiritual power, and there is a high probability that he is at the peak of the sixth rank, and this kind of warrior cannot be provoked.

I just hit Zhang Zhenhua, so I don't want to be beaten violently.

"A fluke?" The white-haired old man shook his head slightly.

The third grade can use the spiritual force, if it is a fluke, it is also a great luck, I am afraid I can't find a second one, this is unreasonable.

However, the white-haired old man still kindly reminded: "Excessive consumption of mental power will cause mental fatigue, and even sleepless nights. You should pay attention..."

Fang Ping nodded quickly!

It's no wonder that Lu Fengrou often sleeps and can't wake up, she should be exercising her mental strength.

But I...then there is no need to remind.

Big deal, spend some wealth to supplement it.

"Thank you, master, for reminding..."

Just as Fang Ping finished thanking him, the old man who had been kindly looking at him just now suddenly said, "Little friend, you can leave now!"

Fang Ping's face froze, this chased people away too fast!

But it's not bad that he didn't get angry when he hit someone's baby bump.

Fang Ping didn't dare to stay for long, pulled out the long knife at the side, and left quickly.

...

After Fang Ping walked for a while, the white-haired old man suddenly erupted with a powerful aura, and hummed softly, "Get out, come to Changyang Village again, and I'll kill you!"

"Cut, I'm afraid you won't succeed?"

In mid-air, a figure appeared and disappeared from time to time, and someone sneered vaguely: "Don't die so fast, I will compete with you sooner or later!"

"roll!"

The white-haired old man was berserk, and some nearby warriors backed up one after another, their eyes filled with horror.

"Boring, stingy, hitting your grandson, it's not you..."

"Are you going to go or not!"

The white-haired old man was very angry, and suddenly shot straight into the sky, and then everyone heard a burst of thunder. After a while, the white-haired old man landed, and his foot smashed the ground into pieces, cracks spread all over the square.

The skinny old man next to him said intently: "Who?"

"Mowu's Longevity Sword!"

The white-haired old man snorted softly, and said in a muffled voice: "You bastard who has no one in his eyes, you are spying on the sky without permission. If you don't want to make a big fuss, let him look good!"

"Eternal Life Swordsman Li Changsheng!"

The skinny old man took a slight breath of cool air, "Why is this old guy so magical?"

"Principal Mowu Zhang died in battle. The three great masters are not here. Everyone else is guarding the burrow. Mowu is a genius. Apart from him, no one else can afford it."

"The Longevity Sword...it's a pity."

The skinny old man suddenly shook his head and sighed softly.

Today, among the powerhouses at the peak of the sixth rank of Mowu, Lu Fengrou calls herself "Wu Wudi", claiming to be invincible against all masters.

"Wild Lion" Tang Feng also had a great reputation, claiming to be the top three under the Grandmaster.

Of course, these have touted ingredients in it.

But before the rise of these two, Mowu "Swordsman of Longevity" was the top powerhouse who was most likely to be a master. With a long-lived sword, he could defeat the sixth-rank at the fifth rank and step into the sixth-rank realm. Everyone felt that his master was imminent.

However, after the trip to the Catacombs back then, the name Longevity Sword completely disappeared in the martial arts world.

The white-haired old man snorted softly: "What a pity, no one has died in battle these years! More than one grandmaster died in battle!"

"He, Li Changsheng, was just severely injured in his mental power. It's luck that he didn't die!"

The skinny old man still regretted: "There is one less master... no, it may be two.

After that battle, Mowu Lu Fengrou almost went crazy, and the Longevity Sword was in a slump. Otherwise, Mowu might be the sixth master now, and he has secured the position of the first prestigious school. As for this, Master Zhang had to fight many times. body, and finally the golden body was destroyed. "

The white-haired old man didn't say any more, no matter how strong the Longevity Swordsman was, it was back then.

Today's Li Changsheng is just an ordinary sixth-rank peak, his mental strength is severely damaged, and he cannot heal. There is no hope for his master.

...

Fang Ping, who had already left in a hurry, was naturally unaware of this scene.

After defeating Zhang Zhenhua, Fang Ping was in a very good mood.

Fang Ping didn't stay in Changyang Village for long, and drove to Wanshan Temple overnight. This is also the strongest opponent since this trip.

Ranked seventh in the third rank!

In Wanshan Temple, it is rumored that there is a master sitting in the temple, Fang Ping does not know whether it is true or not.

Because the master of Wanshan Temple did not enter the list of masters.

Fang Ping had inquired with Old Man Li before, and Old Man Li explained to him that the old monk of Wanshan Temple had been in the Zhongzhou Catacombs for 6 years and had not returned for 6 years, so the probability of death was extremely high!

However, in the Zhongzhou Catacombs, once a great battle breaks out or the Grandmaster falls, Grandmaster Zhao Xingwu, who is in charge of Zhongzhou, should be able to detect it.

Now that the master has not been found to have fallen, the old monk of Wanshan Temple may not have died and went deep into the cave.

However, it has not been released for 6 years, and there is really little hope of surviving. The old monk's name is no longer included in the list of masters.

Whether he is alive or not can only be seen in the future.

...

On the evening of the 13th, Fang Ping arrived at Yuntai Mountain where Wanshan Temple is located.

On the 14th, Fang Ping had just entered the mountain and entered the mountain pass. A young monk with a shaved head and a monk's robe clasped his hands together and smiled like a Maitreya.

"Benefactor Fang, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Flower Monk?"

The little monk's expression froze, and he said with a light smile: "The benefactor seems to have misunderstood the little monk?"

Holding the long knife, Fang Ping joked: "I didn't say it. When the third-rank list came out, no one else had a nickname, but you had one. Monk Hua quit sex. You were the first martial artist on the list to be exposed to gossip. I heard that you often go down the mountain to look for flowers and ask willows..."

The abstinence monk's pale and tender cheeks were slightly red, and he smiled lightly: "The benefactor misunderstood, and the rumors should not be true. For example, the rumor that Fang benefactor only beats women's breasts, can this be taken seriously?"

Fang Ping smiled and said, "I have fought, so the rumors are true."

The rebooting monk's face became stiff, and he said after a while: "If you don't come, I am going to challenge you. Now that you are here, let's do it!"

"this?"

Fang Ping glanced around, there were many tourists around.

"That's it. When the country is in crisis, everyone is responsible. Everyone should respect martial arts!"

"You shouldn't be a monk!"

"You should be a monk!"

After the Jie Se monk finished speaking, the monk's robe on his body instantly fell apart, revealing his strong upper body, and laughed loudly: "It's in the way, Zhang Zhenhua was defeated by you. No one in the third rank of Zhongzhou can defeat me. It's just right that you came!"

"Monk Hua is in good shape!"

This time, Fang Ping didn't give up his sword anymore, there were many tourists around, he had to fight handsomely, and win simply!

As soon as the two finished speaking, they had jumped into the air, and the Zen stick and the long knife collided instantly, and the roar echoed endlessly in the mountains.

...

Halfway up the mountain.

Old man Li curled his lips, and an old monk in cassock beside him also showed a smiling face, and said with a slight smile, "It's nice to be young..."

"You two little ones, how about an exhibition game?"

Old man Li scolded, two third-rank fighters, instead of fighting on the ground, fighting in the air, their heads are flooded!

But stepping into the air to fight...it does look much more handsome.

"Young people..."

The old monk's face was full of smiles, and he was happy for some reason.

...

the foot of the mountain.

mid-air.

Fang Ping swung the long knife airtightly, and the air that he slashed would explode with a rumble from time to time.

The rebooting monk has a dignified expression, but he is ranked seventh in the third rank.

Zen staff, that is used for facade.

The rebooting monk threw it casually, and inserted the Zen stick straight into a stone wall. The next moment, the rebooting monk's muscles swelled, and his fair skin instantly turned golden yellow!

Amidst the exclamation of outsiders in the distance, the rebooting monk changed his hands into palms, and staged a scene of grabbing a sword with his bare hands.

Fang Ping's b-level long knife burst out with five consecutive slashes, with an astonishing momentum, but the monk's hands clasped together, clamping the blade directly.

In mid-air, Fang Ping was furious, his arms swelled, and he directly burst his coat. Holding a long knife, he pushed the little monk all the way to the stone wall not far away. "I won't play with you anymore!"

The rebooting monk suddenly laughed, let go of the long knife, and instantly fell straight down.

Fang Ping was not surprised either. He fought in the air. He was handsome, but it was difficult to exert his strength. He consumed a lot of energy and blood. If the monk couldn't get down, he had to get down.

Condescending, Fang Ping holds the knife in both hands, the blood light on the blade flashes away, and instantly cuts down!

The rebooting monk stepped on the ground with his toes, and disappeared in front of the stone wall in a flash.

But Fang Ping's saber remained undiminished, still cutting towards the stone wall.

"Boom!"

After a loud noise, a knife mark several meters long and tens of centimeters deep was left on the stone wall.

Fang Ping didn't stop at all, turned around with the knife and slashed at the oncoming monk.

...

Halfway up the mountain.

Someone roared angrily in a low voice: "Tear down the mountain? You two bastards, next time I meet you, I will slap you to death!"

As he spoke, he looked at Li Changsheng and Li Changsheng, who were smiling and silent, with apprehension on their faces, snorted, and walked away.

Such a large mountain does not belong to the Wanshan Temple family.

...

at the foot of the mountain.

The place where Fang Ping and the rebooting monk fought was already a mess.

In the past, Fang Ping had seen the remnants of the battle between the two masters of the eighth rank.

At that time, Fang Ping felt that the eighth-rank grandmaster was very strong, not human.

To this day, Fang Ping has long understood that the purpose of a battle between the eighth-rank powerhouses of human beings is to measure the strength of the opponent.

It's more of a battle of mental power than reality.

The battle scene left over from that day is probably just the damage caused by the overflow of mental power.

Brother Xiaoma and Grandmaster Taim may not have fought against each other with golden bodies.

At this moment, he and the little monk had no scruples, and the remnants of the battlefield that they played may not be much worse than those left by the eighth rank that day.

Non-human beings, they are now!

Breaking steel easily is not considered inhuman, so what is considered inhuman?

The peak fighters of the third rank fight with all their strength, and without any scruples, the destructive power is beyond imagination!

...

There were many onlookers in this battle.

Many ordinary people were shocked beyond measure!

Walking through the air, opening mountains and splitting rocks, is this a warrior?

How many products?

Grandmaster?

They dare not think too low, but Grandmaster, is it possible?

Two such young people!

Now that the two are fighting, everyone dare not watch closely, but before the monk was waiting at the foot of the mountain, Fang Ping went up the mountain with a knife, and many people saw it.

Two young men, very young!

"Warrior... This is the warrior..."

Saying a thousand, saying ten thousand, did not really see the shock coming.

In the crowd, a man with a mean smile held a camera in one hand, danced and spitting, "Did you see that?

This is just a fight between rank three warriors!

I am also a third grade, don't you all question the authenticity of me, Liu Dali, breaking the steel bars with bare hands?

Do you still have doubts?

I, Liu Dali, just don't bother to explain! "

Liu Dali said this, but in his heart he was sad. I am only in the middle of the third rank, and I am not at the same level as them. Don't ask me to prove myself again. I can't play such a destructive power. 2k novel reading network