But now, I didn’t expect that someone would use the topic to expand its meaning.

The fact that Yu Shanghua and Zhang Ziwei were silent may not mean that they really wanted to fight each other, but seeing Fang Ping riding a tiger with difficulty, they were probably happy to see it happen.

At this moment, Zhao Lei suddenly said: "Fang Ping, count me as one, two against two, I am only the first stage of the second rank, so I am not a bully!"

Fang Ping glanced at him, shook his head and said with a smile: "No, since everyone wants to see if I, Fang Ping, am really just showing off, I'm not welcome.

Senior Brother Yu and Senior Sister Zhang, what do you think?"

Zhang Ziwei chuckled lightly, "Junior Fang, are you sure you want to do this?"

"There is no shame in losing. If you win... let everyone know that I, Fang Ping, rarely utter arrogant words."

"Yu Shanghua, where are you?" Zhang Ziwei looked at Yu Shanghua.

Yu Shanghua frowned slightly, but soon calmed down, and said calmly: "Forget it, Junior Fang has little experience, so let's go through it with him."

The two reached an agreement.

Others moved away one after another, and some people already started calling friends to watch the show.

Today's freshmen really don't know how high the sky is and how high it is.

The third rank sounds very encouraging, but a guy who has just entered the third rank challenges two people who are ranked in the top ten of the second rank in the national martial arts university. Do you really think that these two people have not defeated the third rank warriors?

Yu Shanghua's strength is stronger than that of ordinary third-grade middle-level warriors, and Zhang Ziwei is not much different.

Mowu is a gathering place for geniuses, and none of these people are geniuses among geniuses.

As everyone retreated, Fang Ping let out a breath and said with a slightly heavy face: "With bare hands or with weapons?"

"Whatever, real battles don't distinguish between these."

Yu Shanghua said, having already taken his eyebrow-length stick from someone else's hand.

Zhang Ziwei also unsheathed her sword and threw the scabbard to someone next to her.

When Fang Ping saw this, he stopped being vague and quickly assembled his long knife.

…

"Fang Ping is so impatient!" Yang Xiaoman frowned and said.

Although Fang Ping entered the third level, it was shocking.

But he has just entered the third level, and his accumulation at the peak of the second level is not too strong. Now he is fighting against two, and few people are optimistic about him.

Fu Changding also sighed: "It's swollen, this guy... is really..."

"He has tempered his bones three times... there is no hope, right?" Chen Yunxi said unconfidently.

"It's just that the qi and blood have increased a bit, but fighting is not just about qi and blood. Otherwise, the qi and blood warriors will still be looked down upon by others?"

…

Several people were discussing in low voices.

The area around Fang Ping and the three of them was already empty.

"Weapons Academy, one big and one flat, please give me some advice!"

"Weapons Academy, Yu Shanghua is a junior in college!"

"Weapons Academy, sophomore Zhang Ziwei!"

The three of them saluted each other by name, and the next moment, all three of them moved together!

Yu Shanghua's short stick whizzed across Fang Ping's lower body. Zhang Ziwei cooperated tacitly and stabbed Fang Ping's throat with her long sword in an instant!

Up and down, Fang Ping's path was blocked.

Fang Ping's movements were not slow, he stood up on his toes and struck Zhang Ziwei straight with his long knife!

Zhang Ziwei remained unmoved and continued to attack. Yu Shanghua's short stick was not so easy to avoid.

Sure enough, as soon as Fang Ping jumped into the air, Yu Shanghua's short stick appeared strangely at Fang Ping's waist with a violent whistling sound.

At this moment, the short stick struck at the waist, and the long sword pierced the throat instead of the heart.

Fang Ping stepped on the air again with his right foot, raised his body a little higher, swept his left leg towards the short staff, and quickly slashed down with the long sword in his hand.

"when!"

With a loud noise, Zhang Ziwei's long sword tilted and passed by Fang Ping's side, but Yu Shanghua's short stick suddenly hit the sole of Fang Ping's foot.

Fang Ping took advantage of the force and flew backwards. The next moment, Fang Ping landed on the ground and stepped back several steps. The ground beneath his feet was trampled into fragments of tiles.

However, Zhang Ziwei and the others did not stop. They moved their steps and appeared in front of Fang Ping again in the blink of an eye.

…

"You'll be at a disadvantage with just one move..."

Fu Changding sighed. Fang Ping's current situation is not good. Zhang Ziwei and Zhang Ziwei joined forces. Fang Ping was able to guard against one, but could not guard against the second. Even one was difficult enough. With two together, Fang Ping completely fell into the trap.

passive.

Others onlookers also shook their heads, and someone chuckled and said: "One against two, I'm afraid our junior fellow student Fang thinks these are two second-grade Qi and blood warriors." It was said late and then quickly.

While everyone was talking, Fang Ping, who had been retreating just now, suddenly grabbed Yu Shanghua's short stick with his left hand and held a knife in one hand with his right hand. The blade of the knife was like a phantom, and he instantly struck Zhang Ziwei on the head!

Zhang Ziwei's face changed slightly and she took a step back with her sword in hand.

Just as she retreated, her expression suddenly changed again, and she quickly struck Fang Ping in the face with her sword.

But at this time, Fang Ping was holding on to the short stick tightly, pressing his heels on the ground, making a deep hole in the ground, and using his strength to lead Yu Shanghua back.

The long knife that had previously struck Zhang Ziwei suddenly turned around and struck Xiang Hua's left arm horizontally.

Yu Xianghua let out a low roar and exerted force with both arms. Fang Ping's left hand was dripping with blood from the shock of the short stick, but Fang Ping didn't care and stepped forward again, avoiding Zhang Ziwei. The next second, the long knife quickly hit Yu

Xiang Hua’s left arm!

Yu Xianghua suddenly showed a sarcastic look on his face, and the muscles in his left upper arm swelled rapidly. When the long knife hit him, there was a crisp "dong" sound.

"childish!"

Yu Xianghua groaned and said two words.

How could he be ranked third in the second rank for nothing? Fang Ping really thought he was a vegetarian.

At this moment, Fang Ping's left hand was injured, and his attempt to severely injure him failed. Yu Xianghua could not think of any reason for him to make a comeback.

Zhang Ziwei, who had been forced to retreat before, quickly pursued her with her sword, but the tip of her sword had already pierced Fang Ping's chest.

At this time, Fang Ping was still wrestling with Yu Xianghua with his left hand, and he was holding a knife in his right hand. Seeing that he was unable to defend himself, Yu Xianghua increased the strength in his hand again, forcefully holding Fang Ping in place. He retreated and released

With his strength, Yu Xianghua could draw out the stick and break his lumbar spine with one blow!

If he doesn't retreat, Zhang Ziwei's sword can pierce his sternum!

It’s hard to get off the tiger!

Chen Yunxi and others next to him looked worried. Now Fang Ping was in trouble. Looking at the intentions of Zhang Ziwei and the others, they obviously had no intention of holding back. Even if Fang Ping was not seriously injured, Fang Ping's injury would not be too minor.

However, no one noticed that Zhang Ziwei's expression changed again as she approached with a sword!

Fang Ping ignored her!

Just when she was stabbing with the sword, Fang Ping's sternum was openly exposed, and the long knife that had failed to achieve success suddenly accelerated again, and a faint red light came from the blade!

Yu Xianghua was wrestling with Fang Ping at this moment, and all his strength was on the short stick. Just as Zhang Ziwei stabbed Fang Ping, Fang Ping's long knife flashed like a phantom at Yu Xianghua's waist, and there was a muffled "bang" sound.

came, Yu Xianghua raised his left arm to block again, but this time his whole body trembled.

Before the trembling ended, several "bang bang" sounds were heard again, huge force came from the back of the knife, and Yu Xianghua's left arm creaked as it was slapped.

Yu Xianghua was in pain, so he loosened the strength in his hand, and Fang Ping pushed out with his left hand. The force was pushed along the short stick, and he pushed Xianghua several steps forward.

Yu Xianghua retreated continuously, and was already far away from Fang Ping. At this moment, Zhang Ziwei had already drawn his sword and stabbed him again.

The sword just struck Fang Ping's chest, but it produced huge resistance. Fang Ping had already coagulated his blood and returned to defense. In addition, his sternum had been tempered, so he was not seriously injured.

Fang Ping took the opportunity to repel Yu Xianghua, and his efforts were obviously not in vain.

While everyone was dazzled, while Yu Xianghua was still retreating, Fang Ping stepped on the ground with his toes again, and his bloody left hand drew a series of afterimages in the air.

"Dangdangdang..."

A rapid sound came. Fang Ping slapped the long sword away with his left hand, abandoned the sword with his right hand, and took advantage of the gap between the long sword to hit Zhang Ziwei's chest!

Zhang Ziwei quickly retreated, but Fang Ping quickly caught up with her, roaring violently, and the red light on his hands was almost visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, everyone saw Fang Ping catching up with Zhang Ziwei, like a tiger descending from the mountain, hitting the opponent's chest with both hands!

Zhang Ziwei blocked with her arms crossed, but blood flowed from her arm that was hit by the hammer, and her whole body kept flying backwards.

The people behind quickly dispersed, and Yu Xianghua behind Fang Ping roared angrily and chased after him with a stick.

But at this moment, it's too late.

Fang Ping roared again, his fists burst into brighter red light in the night, and he hammered out seven or eight punches in the blink of an eye!

"Click!"
To be continued...