Seeing these people in white practice clothes surrounding him, Xia Ping's eyes flickered and he didn't panic. This is the entrance of the school, in the public, and these people dare not do anything. And even if he does it, he is not afraid. "Are you Xia Ping?" The speaker was a stubborn young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a very strong body, his eyes like gods, and a powerful smell from all over his body. His every move seemed to be natural, it seemed that between walking, he integrated martial arts into ordinary movements, Xia Ping instantly saw that the opponent was a master, stronger than Zhou Tai'an. "I am, what are you looking for me?" Xia Ping looked at the stubborn man indifferently. Board inch head man eyes exposed appalling light, aggressive: "My name is Yao Zhong, a martial arts disciple Wuwei, Zhou Taian also learn the martial arts, that he is my Young, you understand anything?" He The huge momentum on his body was crushed down, as if he wanted to force Xia Ping to give in. "It turns out that Zhou Tai'an can't beat me, so let you, a senior, come to trouble me?" Xia Ping looked at each other disdainfully. People." "Shut up, you kid knows what a fart." "Who can't afford to lose, don't spread rumors here, you guy." "Senior Brother Zhou didn't call us, we did it ourselves. " A group of men in white training suits shouted angrily, staring at Xia Ping, wishing to eat this kid raw. If others believe that their Wuwei Wushu Museum is a group of people who cannot afford to lose, their reputation for Wuwei Wushu Museum will be ruined. "It seems that your kid is not only despicable and shameless, but also his mouth is very poisonous." Yao Zhong stared at Xia Ping: "But the martial artist relies on his strength, his skill, and respect for the strong, not his mouth. It's just a person who speaks with his mouth. , It's just that for a lifetime." There was a hint of coldness at the corner of his mouth. Xia Ping said calmly: "Really? Your junior seems to have been defeated by someone who can only play tricks, and he abolished him with one punch, and he can't get up." "Shut up, did I let you talk? No? Consciousness lift!" With a boom, Yao Zhong's eyes showed a glimmer of cold light, and he shot in vain, and slapped Xia Ping's face with a slap, whistling, containing a powerful force. Moreover, this palm was extremely strange and terrifying. In an instant, countless palm shadows appeared in the air, like a butterfly piercing through flowers, making it impossible to see the reality of this palm. Whoosh! Xia Ping didn't even look at it, her figure flashed, and her body stepped back a little bit, easily avoiding this palm. With a bang, the palm slammed into the empty space, the powerful palm power shook, and it shot vigorously. It immediately slapped a clear palm print on a nearby concrete wall, and the rubble fell down. "What? This kid escaped the big phantom palm, how could this be possible?" A group of men in white practice clothes were shocked. They had planned to watch a good show and watched the tragic situation of this kid being slapped by his senior. Being drawn by this slap, it is estimated that even a few teeth will fall, and his mouth is full of blood, lying on the ground like a dog. But this kid easily avoided this palm, looking calm and calm. "A bit capable, no wonder he can defeat my junior brother Zhou Tai'an." Yao Zhong's eyes flashed, "You can actually escape my thousand phantom palms. It seems that you are not a parallel importer." He is a powerhouse in the seventh heaven of martial artists , and Suddenly he shot, with mental arithmetic and unintentional, but this kid was able to escape, this state is very unusual. "You want to die?!" Xia Ping's eyes showed a trace of anger. This guy made it clear that he wanted to provoke. If he hadn't escaped just now, he would be slapped away immediately, his face would be swollen, and he would be completely slapped. Humiliated it again. "Looking for death?" Yao Zhong sneered: "Just relying on your strength, would you like to do something to me? I advise you to endure it. Even if you get away with me by chance, you can't be my opponent." "And I'm not here to come to fight with you, just to warn you kid, don't be too arrogant, or you will suffer misfortune sooner or later." "Although my younger brother lost to you this time, it doesn't mean I will lose to you in the future." "He will personally repay this grudge in the future, so just wait." After saying this, he wanted to leave with a group of people. "You slapped me, do you think you can leave as simple as that?" Xia Ping looked at Yao Zhong faintly, "You also punch me to see if you are qualified to speak big words." Boom~~ Suddenly, his body moved, his momentum skyrocketed, and he leaped three or four meters in front of Yao Zhong, but he fisted in vain. Dragon Fist of Wuxingquan-Canglong moves the sky! "What?!" Yao Zhong's face changed drastically. How could he think that this kid would dare to do something, dare to attack himself, the powerhouse of the Seventh Heavenly Warrior, suddenly a little caught off guard. Moreover, this fist was extremely terrifying and domineering, exuding thousands of catties of great power, rumbling, and shooting vigorously, as if there was a dragon roaring in the void, shaking the world. In a rush, he could only stretch out his hands and put on a defensive posture, his fists and palms collided, bursting with energy. However, Yao Zhong couldn't bear this terrifying force, and his body was blasted out immediately. boom! His body was smashed against the school wall, smashing a human-shaped hole abruptly, rubble was splashing, smoke and dust billowed, even he couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of blood, and his lungs were injured. "You dare to speak up to me even with this ability, you Yao Zhong is not qualified, understand?" Xia Ping looked at Yao Zhong who was blown away by his own punch, and stood with his hand in hand. "If it makes me angry, I will also take you to the hospital with a punch, just like your stupid junior." Hearing this, a group of men in white clothes became angry and exploded with anger. "Do you dare to be so arrogant when you make a sneak attack?!" "You dare to attack Senior Brother Yao, you want to die." "Everyone go up and kill him, show him something. " They were all mad. "Want to do it? You'd better weigh and weigh." Xia Ping sneered, "This is Tianshuicheng Ninety-Five Middle School. This is my site. As long as I climb high, hundreds of brothers will come out." "You think. Die, just do it." Hearing this, the dozen or so men in white training suits were immediately dumbfounded and a little timid. They only now remembered that they were on someone else's site and were standing in front of the school. If this kid really yelled, he might immediately rush out hundreds of people and beat them violently, then they might be miserable, at least they will have to go to the hospital for a few months. For a while, they looked at each other, not knowing what to do.