Global martial arts masters: an ordinary duo

Chapter 89 I shed blood for the school
Backstage.

Chen Fan was thoughtful, Fang Ping had a good idea.

I can't keep my ability to quickly restore Qi and blood hidden.

The physique that absorbs pills quickly is a good explanation.

"Fang Ping, do you still want to continue?"

The referee asked Fang Ping as usual.

"continue!"

Although his arm was a little numb, he didn't want to end so soon.

When Chen Fan penetrates five, even if he can't defeat Jingwu, it would be too much to kill only one.

The second player in Jingwu was Wei Shujie, and his weapon was a long metal stick.

In the battle between Beijing Wuhan and Wuhan University Alliance, Wei Shujie also played and retreated from Chen Jiasheng without any injuries, which shows his strength.

Among the current contestants, Chen Jiasheng is firmly in the top five.

In yesterday's game, one man turned the tide and replaced Wei Bin and Cai Qinghai, the strongest players in the Eight-School Alliance, laying the foundation for the victory of the Wuhan University Alliance.

The magic stick!
Wei Shujie used his strongest tactics when he came up.

Qi and blood can be restored quickly, but physical injuries cannot.

After the battle between Han Xu and Fang Ping, Jingwu reformulated his tactics and fought hard with Fang Ping, exchanging injuries for injuries.

It would be best to seriously injure Fang Ping today so that he will not be able to take the stage the day after tomorrow.

The members of Jingwu's reserve team are all second-grade warriors, and they are stronger than Mowu.

Liu Huarong exclaimed, "Wei Shujie hid his strength in the last round and is another master with a killer weapon."

Chen Xueyan added, "Perhaps to plot against Mowu's captain Chen Fan, in the last round of the match between Wei Shujie and Chen Jiasheng, the most powerful move was only 50 cards.

But this time, the burst of the first stick reached 80 cards. If Chen Fan underestimated the opponent on the court, he would probably be caught off guard.

But what he met was Fang Ping, a man who could use his ultimate move immediately. "

"Ultimate move." Liu Huarong couldn't help but sigh, "Ultimate move was forced into a draw by Fang Ping."

Isn't that right? Whoever uses the ultimate move all the time doesn't want the blue bar?

Although Fang Ping did not expect Wei Shujie to be able to unleash 80 calories of energy and blood, but who was he?

He is a man who uses normal attacks as his ultimate move.

When Wei Shujie launched his attack, his arms also swelled, and he slashed out a violent bloody sword with over [-] calories of blood.

"When!" There was a loud noise.

Wei Shujie took several steps back. Fang Ping did not retreat, but there was a flush on his face.

"Come again!"

Fang Ping shouted loudly and struck Wei Shujie with his knife again.

Wei Shujie swung his stick to block this time, and there was another loud bang. His legs were bent, and the long stick in his hand was trembling. Blood seeped out of the hands that were holding the long stick tightly, soaking the long stick red.

"happy!"

Han Xu dodged and dodged in the previous game, but Fang Ping was overwhelmed. He looked like a madman and continued to rush forward and chop.

Wei Shujie sometimes blocked and sometimes fought hard.

The clang of weapons connecting constantly echoed in the gymnasium.

On the second floor, Su Zhan, the dean of the Jingwu Weapons Academy, said, "Is Fang Ping the apprentice of Old Man Li?"

"No." Huang Jing smiled and replied, "It belongs to Lu Fengrou."

"Looking at his fighting style, I thought he was the disciple of 'Yijianxiong', but it turned out to be Lu Fengrou's."

"Haha." Huang Jing chuckled and said, "Old ghost Su, why didn't I see you so tough in front of Li Changsheng back then?"

As soon as these words came out, a figure holding a long sword appeared in Su Zhan's mind.

He shook his head, sighed, and said nothing more. The past was too painful to look back on.

While Huang Jing and Su Zhan were talking, Fang Ping and Wei Shujie fought hard.

Wei Shujie dropped his long stick from the shock, and his hands were all bloody. He vomited too much blood and his face was frighteningly pale. "Admit defeat!"

Hearing Wei Shujie admit defeat, Fang Ping stopped in place, panting, and stopped attacking.

He took out a Qi and Blood Pill from his pocket and swallowed it, and his Qi and blood quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The referee's mouth twitched and asked: "Fang Ping, do you want to continue?"

Fang Ping gritted his teeth and said, "Continue!"

There are only two of them, and I should be able to fight off one even if I grit my teeth.

In the third battle, Jingwu's reserve team member Long Tao was on the field, and he only had the strength to enter the second level for the first time.

Fang Ping's two swords exploded and he fell off the ring.

Fang Ping, who had been having continuous outbursts, his energy and blood kept surging, his face flushed.

The blood that surged from his throat to his mouth was forced back by him.

At this moment, Fang Ping's arms were numb, and there was a risk of bone fractures if he continued to fight, so he had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​continuing to fight.

Fang Ping, who had won three games in a row, appeared to be uninjured and walked slowly off the ring.

Fu Changding came towards me and said somewhat happily: "You're finally here. I was afraid that you would also wear five."

It’s finally your turn, Mr. Fu, to show off!
Fang Ping said nonchalantly: "I mainly want to save some face for Jingwu and give you some opportunities to show your face on stage. After all, you have trained so hard for so long and you haven't even made it to the ring. Wouldn't it be a pity. "

Fu Changding rolled his eyes, ignored Fang Ping, and walked towards the ring with his spear in hand.

"Bring it."

"what?"

Chen Fan, who was on the side, smiled lightly and said: "If you shake your hands a little, you can hardly hold the Fengzui knife."

Fang Ping said sarcastically: "I've been playing for a long time, and my hands are a little sore."

After taking Fang Ping's Fengzui knife, the two of them came to the backstage together.

As soon as he saw Bai Ruoxi, Fang Ping said aggrievedly: "Teacher Bai, I just consumed 6 second-grade Qi and Blood Pills in the competition. This school must reimburse me, otherwise I won't be able to compete at all later.

If it weren't for the lack of elixirs, I would definitely be able to wear out five of them. Give me a few more Qi and Blood Pills, and I can wear out the last two as well.

As long as the elixir is in place, I will do nothing for Jingwu.

The school reimbursed me 20 pills, and the day after tomorrow I could penetrate Jingwu alone.

Give me 10, and I can kill at least 4 of them."

Before Bai Ruoxi could say anything, Tang Feng, who had just come down from upstairs, snorted: "I think you are daydreaming!"

"Teacher Tang, how can you say that, I fight for Mowu, the school can't let students fight at their own expense, right?"

As Fang Ping spoke, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he said vaguely: "I shed blood for the school."

"Okay!" Tang Feng was speechless. He was bleeding for the Qi and Blood Pills. "After returning to school, go to the logistics department to get 5 Qi and Blood Pills."

"Five?" Fang Ping looked sad and angry at first, and then he saw the big lion's face turned dark, so he could only mutter in a low voice: "Five is just five, it's better than nothing."

He was afraid that if he asked again, the big lion wouldn't even give him these 5 Qi and Blood Pills.

It is also good to earn 5 more Qi and Blood Pills.

"Ahem." Chen Fan coughed lightly and whispered: "In the last round of the competition, I defeated the eight-school alliance and won honors for the school. I wonder if the school will give me any rewards?"

After thinking for a moment, Tang Feng pondered: "After the game, Chen Fan also went to the logistics department to receive 5 second-grade Qi and Blood Pills. The others who won a few games will be rewarded with several second-grade Qi and Blood Pills."

The school's rewards and punishments are clear, so they won't be stingy with a few second-grade Qi and Blood Pills.

After that, Tang Feng turned around and left, returning to the second floor to continue watching the game.

Fang Ping had a grimace on his face and said depressedly: "You weren't even hurt, I vomited blood."

"I wear five!"

"I bled for the school"

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(End of this chapter)