Chapter 026: It’s OK if I Can’t Win

"Sister won't eat it, so Ping An will eat it."

After gritting his teeth and saying this, the muscles on Sui Mo's cheeks became even stiffer.

Ping An didn't know what push and pull meant, so he didn't force it and finished the last half of the plate of dumplings.

Qin Zhaoyue thought to himself, as expected, this little bit of stuff is probably just enough to fill the gaps between my teeth.

The breeze and drizzle beside were envious. What a foolish man has good fortune to have won the favor of the princess.

After finishing his snack, Ping An stood up and patted his butt, "Practice and protect the beautiful sister."

Qin Zhaoyue immediately felt extremely relieved. Look! This is the attitude of a bodyguard.

"Forget it, those two can't teach you anything."

The breeze and drizzle feel wronged. Is it a problem with their teaching?

I had clearly explained it as concisely as possible and demonstrated it in front of Ping An many times, but he just couldn't understand. What could I do?

At this moment, Sui Mo took the initiative to speak: "Your Highness, how about I give it a try?"

Qin Zhaoyue thought that her warrior level was higher than Qingfeng and Xiyu, and since the other party took the initiative to ask, it would be a waste not to take advantage of it.

After all, I only have cultivation skills but no practical experience, so it would be nice to listen.

After getting approval, Sui Mo led Ping An back to the courtyard.

Facing the eight-foot-tall, two-hundred-pound burly man, Sui Mo was like a little chicken, but his brows were calm, "Attack me."

Ping An bit his lip, with a look of obvious struggle on his face, "I... don't want to hit my sister."

He knew he was very strong, but sometimes he couldn't control it.

I don’t know how many times I’ve been beaten and scolded because of this since I was a child. Sometimes, after working all day, if I broke something or accidentally hurt someone, I would definitely not be able to eat that day.

Looking at the tiny sister in front of him, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Standing in the corridor, I folded my arms and watched the breeze and drizzle:?

This wasn't the case when we were practicing just now!

As soon as I mentioned sparring, fists as big as sandbags came hitting me!

Sui Mo raised his head and looked at the other person, coaxing him:

"Don't you want to protect your beautiful sister? How can you protect her if you can't even beat those two people just now?

Don't worry, I may look small, but I'm stronger than both of them. You won't hurt me."

Gentle breeze and drizzle:!

That's really insulting! Sixth-rank warriors are very strong, okay?

"Sister, is it true?"

Sui Mo didn't waste any words and disappeared in a flash.

While Ping'an was stunned, he was patted on the back several times. In the blink of an eye, the short sister was back in front of him.

"Look, my sister is very fast. You can't hit me."

"Okay." Ping An agreed hesitantly, but before throwing a punch, he warned, "Here I come."

The fist attacked with a whistling wind, but it was obvious that it was not as decisive as during the previous practice with Qingfeng.

Sui Mo took a step back lightly, and the wind from his fist swept through the messy hair on her temples, but just missed hitting her.

"continue."

As he threw punch after punch, Ping An gradually realized that he seemed unable to hit the sister no matter what.

Moreover, she seemed to be much more relaxed than the uncle just now, and it didn't seem like she was struggling at all, so she unconsciously returned to her previous all-out playing style.

Sui Mo didn't say anything to give any instructions, but just stepped back to dodge.

Facing Ping An's fist and watching from the side are two completely different things.

The majestic figure and the shadow that completely covered her when backlit, coupled with the wind created by the fist, the pressure was extremely great.

Although he is in the ordinary martial realm, his explosive power exceeds that of most sixth-grade warriors who have just developed their true qi. He may be able to win the battle if he is hit by a punch.

But they don't know how to adapt, and their attack methods are too single, which creates a very embarrassing situation.

His hard power is comparable to that of a sixth-grade warrior, but an experienced ninth-grade warrior can probably defeat him through grappling, weapon enhancement, and so on.

Under the scorching sun, Ping An was soon soaked in sweat again, but Sui Mo didn't stop and he kept punching.

After one stick of incense had passed, his strength had already exceeded twice that of the seventh rank. You should know that he put all his strength into every punch, which shows how long his endurance is.

My breathing became more rapid, sweat dripped into my eyes, and my steps became heavier.

Sui Mo noticed his change, and his originally clear eyes began to become dull.

This is a sign that your physical strength is running out, and you have to rely on willpower and instinct to persevere.

After waiting for about half a cup of tea, Ping'an's movements began to become distorted.

The power of his fist was less than half of what it was at the beginning, his eyes were empty and his feet were weak.

After waiting for a while, Sui Mo finally spoke.

"Go on! Who can you protect with such a limp fist? Do you want to kill my beautiful sister?

Come on, come on! Come on! Come on! "

What came out of his mouth was a harsh scolding, and the sound was wrapped in true energy and formed into a beam, hitting Ping'an directly in the ear.

Ping'an's head was buzzing, and all his thoughts were suppressed, as if the only sound left in the world was the sound of breaking ink.

Killed my beautiful sister? Killed my beautiful sister...

Faster, faster, faster!

The depressed and weak state was swept away, and Ping An suddenly burst out with powerful strength.

Sui Mo's eyes narrowed. She used to retreat one step at a time, but was forced to retreat two more steps. The power of this punch was three times stronger than when she was at full strength.

"Not enough! Faster! Faster!"

Under repeated verbal stimulation, Ping An's punching speed became faster and faster, and the powerful force even formed a wind pressure belt in front of him.

Sui Mo felt a suction force, and if he wasn't careful he would be pulled in, so he had to keep some distance.

She carefully sensed the other person's breathing and heartbeat, and could even hear the blood surging in his body.

Ping'an's condition was obviously abnormal and could not last long. Sui Mo could only roughly estimate that when he judged that his qi and blood had reached its peak, he suddenly accelerated and disappeared in front of Ping'an in an instant.

boom!

The fist hit the trunk of the century-old ginkgo tree, and the trunk, which was as thick as two or three people could hug, broke with a sound.

Like the upper half of a giant umbrella canopy, it fell to the ground with a bang, and the green leaves piled up into green waves, rustling.

Everyone in the corridor: ...

Qingfeng was stunned, his Adam's apple throbbing. He gently nudged Xiyu beside him and whispered, "Hey, can you do this?"

Xiyu walked lightly, and a slap on someone's body could potentially shatter their internal organs, or break a thick tree trunk... How could he have such terrifying explosive power!

Without giving a direct answer, he asked, "What about you?"

Qingfeng was speechless. What kind of monster is this guy? He doesn't even have true energy!

After the outburst, Ping'an's eyes regained their luster, no longer as empty as before.

However, his physical strength was completely exhausted at this time, and he couldn't squeeze out even a little bit. Before he realized what was happening, he fell backwards.

Sui Mo flashed behind Ping An, and the true energy in his body flowed through him, supporting his body and gently placing it on the ground.

The true energy penetrated into his body, swirled around and then retracted. Qin Zhaoyue, Qingfeng and Xiyu all ran over.

"How is it? Nothing will happen, right?"

Sui Mo stood up and said, "Your Highness, I'm just exhausted. It's nothing serious. I just need to rest for a while."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they were still a little dazed when they looked at the half-broken tree trunk beside them.

Qingfeng opened his mouth several times to ask, but Suimo took the initiative to explain:

"When cultivating Qi and blood at the seventh level, one can theoretically advance to the Qi Wu realm even without visualization techniques when practicing to the extreme."

True Qi does not appear out of thin air. This method is more of a return to nature. The martial arts predecessors summarized this through constant exploration, and the True Qi visualization diagram came from this.

There is a gap between the three realms, and the gap between ordinary martial arts and Qi martial arts is the visualization diagram.

There is no other way to advance except through the palace, military camp, and martial arts master-disciple relationship.

The visualization methods of broken ink, gentle breeze and drizzle all come from the palace and must never be leaked.

Even if it was possible, Ping An's brain wouldn't be able to learn it, so he came up with this idea.

"It's easier said than done, but Ping An is indeed gifted. If it weren't for his deficiency of Qi and blood, he might even have succeeded."

"Wait a minute!" Qingfeng interrupted, "You're telling me Ping'an is deficient in Qi and blood? Him?"

Sui Mo sneered, "Try not having enough food from childhood to adulthood and see if you suffer."

Qin Zhaoyue was silent.

To be honest, looking at Ping An's physique, who would have thought that he was deficient in qi and blood?

But it makes sense when you think about it. Regardless of whether they are full or not, even if they are full, they probably rely on meat.

The poor are good at literature but the rich are good at martial arts. A martial artist must get enough nutrition from a young age, and meat is absolutely indispensable. How can he live in peace?

"He's still young, so there's still time. We can prepare some mild medicinal pills that can replenish Qi and blood. This path is promising."

Qingfeng stopped talking, otherwise how could he be a centurion?

Qin Zhaoyue looked at his cowardly look and curled her lips, "It's okay if we can't compare in strength, but I can't teach you how to do it.

Tsk, waste."

Gentle breeze and drizzle: ...