When the disciple surnamed Zhou saw Li Ping'an standing up, he immediately took a step forward, cupped his fists and saluted.

"please!"

Lao Niu and Runtu put their hands on their waists, looking at each other in disbelief.

As if to say, Brother, fuck him!

At this time, Li Ping'an said, "Old Niu, Runtu, let's go."

After saying that, Li Pingan turned around and left.

Lao Niu was stunned for a moment and quickly chased after him.

One person, one ox and one yun quickly left.

Change the place and continue what you started before.

There is no need to go to war over such a trivial matter.

Don't delay your own affairs.

The disciple named Zhou curled his lips and snorted.

"He just opens his mouth!"

"Forget it, just say a few words less."

........

A storm is over before it even begins.

Li Ping'an changed positions and continued to watch Wu Mengxi's battle.

The disciple in white on the opposite side held out three talismans in succession to match the technique he was practicing.

It exploded with a bang, and a huge force was like a millstone, constantly crushing Wu Mengxi.

With every bombardment, subtle formations are constantly forming and growing.

Lao Niu was flipping through the book and recording at the same time.

Regarding the fighting methods of monks, Li Pingan felt that he still knew too little.

After thinking about it, he put himself in again.

Imagine fighting one of them, what moves the other person uses, and how should you respond.

He first sacrificed Bai Yujing and blocked all his spells.

Then he went up to Lao Niu and beat him up.

Hmm~

Li Pingan nodded, if that was what he would do.

Not long after, the battle was over.

Wu Mengxi narrowly won, but the disciple lost a magic weapon.

Qi practitioners are like Doraemon, no one knows what the other person will take out of his pocket the next second.

Li Ping'an made a note of one thing: in future fights with Qigong practitioners, he must strike quickly, accurately and ruthlessly.

Don't give the other person any chance to react.

Li Pingan nodded thoughtfully.

The competition continues, and if someone loses, someone wins.

There was silence in some places, with no one watching at all.

Some martial arts arenas were bustling with excitement, with the onlookers watching attentively, cheers and cheers rising one after another.

From time to time, seriously injured disciples were carried down.

Although there are elders in charge of each competition ring, and the rules do not allow injury to human life, the sword has no eyes.

In a martial arts contest, the weapons are ruthless. Who can guarantee that no one will be injured?

By noon, the sun was rising higher and higher.

One disciple unfortunately died during the competition.

During that competition, Li Ping'an happened to be in the audience.

The two sides fought fiercely and used all means at their disposal.

Just give it your last breath.

As a result, one party confiscated the force and the other party no longer had the ability to evade.

The elder took action a moment too late, killing one and seriously injuring the other.

How miserable~

Li Ping'an carried the bench and went to see which place was the busiest.

One man, one ox and one cub were sitting on the bench with their legs crossed.

While drinking wine, peeling peanuts.

From time to time, I have to chirp twice with my hands.

The fight was really exciting, unlike me who only knew a few moves.

But it’s not about having too many tricks, it’s about being precise.

"Brother Zhou, come on!"

Not long after Wu Mengxi won the victory, she was cheering for her fellow disciples in the audience.

Li Pingan was cracking melon seeds. The person on the stage was the disciple named Zhou who was going out to practice alone with Li Pingan just now.

The two of them were going back and forth in the ring. The person on the opposite side was attacking like a wave, and every move was unexpected and hard to guard against.

The hand techniques are constantly changing, sometimes stretching, sometimes snapping the fingers.

The disciples named Zhou were overwhelmed.

Runtu, who was watching the show in the audience, snorted. With this little skill, he still provoked my boss.

Lao Niu nodded and agreed, he should have fucked him just now!!

Li Ping'an gave them each a headache.

Doesn't it feel good to watch the excitement here, cracking melon seeds and drinking herbal tea?

"Go back and write a 200-word review, plus a 300-word argumentative essay praising me."

Runtu:......

I still can’t write~

Following a scream, the disciple named Zhou flew out from the stage with a scream.

"Senior Brother Zhou!"

"Hurry up and protect his heart."

Several blood marks were scratched on his chest, and blood suddenly spurted out, staining his arms and clothes red.

"Hurry up!"

The elder said in a deep voice: "Call the medical team quickly!"

As he said that, he slapped the disciple named Zhou with his palm.

A strong true energy emanated from his body, making the face of the disciple surnamed Zhou instantly turn rosy.

Li Ping'an frowned slightly, although this elder has profound skills.

But apparently he only has some superficial medical knowledge and specializes in the field.

The disciple surnamed Zhou's vitality was seriously injured, so using all the excessive power to seal it inside his body was simply not something he could bear.

Li Pingan's body flashed, he used Swallow to Pierce the Clouds, and rushed into the crowd.

"Please give way!"

With a wave of his hand, the needle is like lightning and the needle enters the acupuncture point like wind.

Several silver needles pricked the disciple named Zhou.

He raised his hand again and stopped the elder who was still about to transmit his true energy.

The elder's face changed slightly and he drew a semicircle with his palm.

The force penetrated his bones, and he pushed out with a roar.

Li Pingan held it hard and said in a deep voice: "If you pass it on, he will die."

The elder felt the power coming from his hand and frowned slightly.

"Who are you?"
To be continued...