Zhou Ping looked at his empty hands, the surprise in his eyes became even stronger.
Look at the opposite side.
Baili Pangpang grabbed the chopsticks with excitement in his eyes!
He snatched a pair of chopsticks from the sword master's hand!
Worth it!
Although he might be beaten badly, from a certain perspective, he has also defeated the Sword Master!
After Zhou Ping was stunned for a moment, he finally came to his senses and silently took out the second chopstick from his pocket...
Baili Pangpang's smile suddenly froze.
Ten minutes later.
After being beaten unilaterally twenty times, Baili Pangpang lay on the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head and stopped thinking.
Lin Qiye and Cao Yuan dragged him off the field. An Qingyu was the third to walk onto the field and confront Zhou Ping.
An Qingyu's frontal combat capability was not strong, and he did not use his ultimate weapon [Elegy]. Basically, he was in the same state of being beaten unilaterally as Cao Yuan and Baili Pangpang.
But unlike the other two, the more badly An Qingyu was beaten, the more excited he became!
His eyes were fixed on Zhou Ping's body, as if he was looking at some endangered rare creature. His eyes were bright and he looked as if he was eager to dissect the other person.
This look made Zhou Ping feel a little uneasy.
After announcing the end, An Qingyu staggered towards the edge of the warehouse, looking back every three steps, as if he was reluctant to leave Zhou Ping.
"...next one." Zhou Ping spoke slowly.
Jia Lan and Lin Qiye looked at each other, stood up from the ground, and walked to the center of the open space.
She had changed back into her original dark blue Han robe. Her long black hair was tied up with a rope and hung naturally to her waist. Her white hands were raised in a fighting stance.
She flashed and rushed towards Zhou Ping quickly.
Zhou Ping just stood there quietly, with no intention of taking any action.
Galan rushed in front of him and instantly displayed his ancient fighting skills, throwing out dazzling fists, but Zhou Ping just dodged continuously. After about ten seconds, he confirmed that Galan could only swing his fists, and shook his head slightly.
He raised his right hand, a sword sound echoed in the air, and the wooden chopstick lightly touched Jia Lan's palm...
Then he was caught in Galan's palm.
Zhou Ping:?
The wooden chopsticks with a sinister sword-like aura were held tightly in Galan's hand. Her expression did not change at all, as if she was really holding just a pair of chopsticks.
Bang! !
Galan exerted force and broke the chopstick in his hand!
Zhou Ping: ???
Zhou Ping looked blankly at the half of chopsticks left in his hand. The next moment, a punch of wind sounded beside his ear. He quickly dodged the attack and his eyes had completely changed when he looked at Galan.
Catch his sword energy with bare hands?
Are you kidding?
Even if it was just a chopstick, the sword energy attached to it was no joke!
Zhou Ping looked at Galan and simply threw the half-broken chopsticks in his hand aside. He put his index finger and middle finger together to form a sword shape and slashed at the air several times.
The cold sword energy gushed out and hit Galan's body like a wave, but the latter was like a magic needle that stabilized the sea, standing still in the rolling sword energy, as if what passed through her body was not sword energy, but ordinary wind.
Galan bent his body slightly, and the next moment he rushed forward against the sword energy, his fists clenched tightly.
"Sword cage."
Zhou Ping murmured, and several strong sword energies burst out with him as the center, instantly piercing around Galan, like an invisible sword energy cage, locking Galan firmly in place.
Galan was trapped in a cage, trying hard to move, but to no avail.
After struggling for a long time, she sighed helplessly.
Zhou Ping seemed to be thinking about something. He waved his hand lightly and the sword energy cage disappeared without a trace.
"Okay, next one."
Galan walked dejectedly to the edge of the warehouse and sat down, totally unaware that the other friends were looking at her as if she were a monster.
"Sister Jia Lan... you're awesome!" The fan leader Baili Pangpang couldn't help but say, "You fought with the Sword Saint for more than five minutes, but you were completely unharmed and even broke the Sword Saint's chopsticks! You're really too strong!"
Hearing Baili Pangpang's sincere praise, Jialan raised his head slightly and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
She turned to look at Lin Qiye beside her and said seriously: "Be careful."
"Um."
Lin Qiye nodded, stood up from the ground, and walked towards the center of the open space.
Ten minutes later.
Lin Qiye, with a bruised face and nose, lay on the ground, looking at the ceiling above his head, lost in thought...
The strength of the two sides is not at the same level at all.
He did not have the abnormal defensive power that Galan had, so when he encountered the ceiling of a human being, it was naturally impossible for him to turn the situation around.
Lin Qiye tried his best. Except for not using the soul to carry it, he used almost all the other forbidden techniques. But no matter how he attacked, Zhou Ping was able to break all his attacks with just one sword. This time, he truly experienced what an absolute gap in strength meant.
After exchanging glances with Cao Yuan, Baili Pangpang and others, everyone saw the bitterness in each other's eyes.
Among the five of them, except Galan who was unharmed, the other four were beaten to the point of almost becoming autistic, but there was nothing they could do about it.
"Today's training ends here. You can go back and rest." Zhou Ping said this, and regardless of the reactions of Lin Qiye and others, he turned around and walked into the house.
So, Lin Qiye and the others could only look at each other, support each other, and return to their rooms with difficulty.
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That night.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.
The five men sat on the cement floor outside the warehouse, surrounding the lit bonfire, in silence.
Except for Galan, the other four were wrapped in bandages like dumplings. They lowered their heads and looked at the burning bonfire, wondering what they were thinking.
Today's training has more or less dealt a blow to their mentality.
After coming out of the fasting house, they have experienced all kinds of things, including the primeval forest, Fengdu, Gusu mist, and even the extermination of the Baili family. Every time they were able to handle it with their own strength, which made them feel an inexplicable self-confidence. But today, their self-confidence was shattered.
Only in front of a truly strong person did they realize how weak they were, which was quite a blow to them.
"What do you think... Senior Sword Saint is doing?" Fatty Baili was the first to break the silence. "He has been locking himself in his room since the training in the afternoon. He didn't even have dinner."
"I don't know." Lin Qiye shook his head.
Although he could use his mental perception to detect the situation inside Zhou Ping's house, doing so in front of a human ceiling would undoubtedly be like covering one's ears and stealing the bell. He was afraid that the other party would have discovered it as soon as his mental power extended there.
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