God Level Demon

However, he was beaten for an hour. Xia Ping did not have anything at all. Instead, everyone who beat Xia Ping was a prostration. It seemed to be dried up by his girlfriend seven or eight times. He had no strength at all.

Hey! ! !

One disciple fell to the ground, panting and sweating, and it was already a little weak.

Even if some of the more persistent disciples are still attacking Xia Ping, they can see that their fists are already weak and weak, like babies.

"What's wrong? Can't you? Is it what you are doing, isn't it the elite of the Wuwei martial arts? If you play for an hour, you will have no strength. How is this trained?"

Xia Ping is very unhappy, he just enjoyed it, the strength of the body is a little bit stronger, this unparalleled pleasure is not too comfortable, more refreshing than massage.

But now, these people have no strength, hit him, a little exercise does not have the effect, but flies like a fly, just annoying.

When I heard this, the people in the Wuwei martial arts were bent to the extreme, but now they are really a little weak, and even the power of screaming can not be issued.

They are also helpless to the extreme. This kid is a monster. They have hundreds of people taking turns to beat him, but this is not enough, even let him step back and can't do it.

After playing for an hour, they were collapsed. The other side also looked like a dragon and a tiger. They were completely dressed. No wonder even the master Yao Zhong is not an opponent.

"I didn't even respond to this? It seems that these people really have no strength."

Xia Ping touched his chin and looked at the Wuwei martial arts disciple who was lying on the ground like a shoal of mud. No matter how ironic he was, he felt that he might only end here today.

"Forget it, let me go today, I will come again tomorrow."

He dropped this sentence and turned and left.

"What? Tomorrow is coming, don't come, we have served." A disciple of Wuwei martial arts had seen Xia Ping leave, and was happy.

But when I heard this sentence, his face was completely green. This blasphemy is still coming tomorrow. Is it not subject to the mental abuse of this kid, plus physical abuse? !

Not only is his face green, but the disciples of other Wuwei martial arts are also green.

However, no matter how reluctant they were, the next evening, Xia Ping arrived at the door of the Wuwei martial arts on time, and screamed, let these people beat themselves.

If these people are not beaten, he will beat these students and be arrogant.

The trainees of the Wuwei martial arts are also good martial arts strongmen. How could they have received this kind of temper, rushing one by one, and helping Xia Ping to assist in cultivation.

For three days, Xia Ping simply took the Wuwei martial arts as his own home, and every day he abused the disciples of the Wuwei martial arts hall.

"Use some strength, right, that is you, the tall man who is two meters tall, has such a large muscle, why do you punch a fist and a baby, are you coming over without eating?"

"And you, your kid is a strong man of the Sixth Heaven of the Martial Arts. Why is it so weak and powerful? Is it what I did with my girlfriend last night? I am so relaxed at a young age. I guess you will be impotence, control point. do you know?"

"Laughter, the three of you are the same, Bai Chang is so big, and he is said to be the top student of the school. I can't see it at all. Is your school level too low to bring you out?"

Xia Ping stood in the same place and called the martyrdom. He continued to mentally abuse the disciples of these Wuwei martial arts halls, and they were so angry that they were white and green, and almost wanted to vomit blood.

If it was three days ago, they still had a desire to fight back, but now they are used to being abused by the bastard, and they are completely convinced, one by one, cumbersome on the ground, and they don’t want to move.

"Why don't you move, hurry up, are you still a student of the Wuwei martial arts hall? Or a top student in the school? Do you want to take a first-class university? According to your attitude, it is simply a dream, not a janitor. I will ask you." The people who saw a group of Wuwei martial arts lie on the ground, like mud, and Xia Ping continued to bombard.

However, no matter how he bombed, the people in these Wuwei martial arts halls seemed to be intoxicated. They all lay on the ground and pretend to die, letting Xia Ping call, and they are not willing to move.

"Forget it, it seems that you really have no strength, I will come again tomorrow." Xia Ping is a little pity, it seems that today's cultivation can only be one step.

After listening, the face of a disciple of the Wuwei martial arts hall was green, and shouted: "Big brother, we served, can we still serve it completely? Don't come here to abuse us."

"The last time we came to your school to put a forced, not much meaning, need such a big hatred?"

"We will not come to provoke you in the future, spare us this time, and then we will not be able to withstand this."

A group of disciples were green and yelled again and again. They were not convinced of Xia Ping before, but now they are being beaten by hard people. If they are not satisfied, they will continue to come tomorrow. Which one is not afraid.

Even their master, Yao Zhong, was scared by this shackle. He was severely wounded for two consecutive days. Now he is lying in a pretense, and he seems to want to hide his head.

"No, I have to say that your quality is very good. It is a good sparring." Xia Ping said, "I don't want to trouble you, I am uncomfortable."

Comfort your sister!

A group of people are half dead, you are comfortable, they are miserable, and they have nightmares every day, for fear that they will follow their homes and beat themselves at night, and they all have psychological shadows.

"Big Brother, don't you just want to find a sparring? There are some martial arts halls in Tianshui City. There are a lot of powerful ones than the Wuwei martial arts hall. Why don't you find them trouble?"

"That is, we are actually very weak, don't bully us."

"Anyway, come back, I will not lie on the ground."

The disciples of the Wuwei martial arts hall are called martyrdom, and some of the disciples still want to play around, so they are lying on the ground.

“Other martial arts halls?”

Xia Ping had to seriously consider the feasibility of this incident. After these three days of abuse, the enthusiasm of these disciples was indeed reduced a lot, and they did not hurt him.

If you continue this way, his cultivation plan may have to be interrupted.

And he abused them for three days, and he was a bit tired.

"Well, I will stop here today, and I will go to other martial arts museums tomorrow."

Xia Ping decided, turned and left.

"I am going to go, this **** finally left, to harm other martial arts."

"Celebrate, we must celebrate."

"Great, these three days are clouded, I almost want to leave the Wuwei martial arts hall, and now it is finally raining."

The disciples of the Wuwei martial arts house were so weeping, they all cried together and finally could send this **** away.