Campus belle's cultivation master

Liao Ping, the son of the leader of the ancient sword sect, is Wei Qing, the eldest disciple of Jiaoban Zhenwu sect!

No one could have expected that, not long after the start of the zongmen meeting, Tianjiao people couldn't wait to get off the stage.

Liao Ping is a great master of cultivation and is also a leader of the younger generation.

He stood in the field, looking proud: "Wei Qing, do you dare to fight down?"

Even though Wei Qing's accomplishments were equal to those of the other party, his face was blue and white, and he was full of anxiety.

After being humiliated by Lin Yu and kneeling down in the street to beg for mercy, this famous disciple of zhenwuzong completely lost his fighting spirit, and now he is almost the same as a walking corpse.

"It's so unbearable. Don't say it's revenge. It's hard to fight against Liao Ping..." Meng siyao sighed dejectedly. She stepped forward on her slender legs and bent down to salute. "Elder, let me go down on behalf of my elder martial brother."

Wu Yanlin thought about it a little, and his old palm tightened slightly: "no, the name of the ancient sword sect asks me to fight. If I show timidity, isn't it right to give someone a handle?"

"If you don't break your demons, you can't practice." His beard trembled under his jaw and said in a deep voice, "Wei Qing, go."

Wei Qing clenched her teeth and said, "yes!"

He was sweating, his face gray, as if on the execution ground like, shivering turned down the stand, walked to the center of the school field.

"Ha ha, is this the most gifted chief disciple of zhenwuzong?" Liao Ping looked up and down and sneered scornfully, "how did you mix up like this now? When you kneel down in the street, even your knees soften? "

Wei Qing clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes showed a cruel color: "how dare you insult me!"

"Can't stand it? It's better than being a dog under the knee of that Lin kid. " Liao Ping took a step forward, and his eyes were full of fighting. "I just want to tell you that not only can he humiliate you, but also I can!"

Wei Qing took a few breaths and growled: "you... You want to die!"

"Let's have a try!" Liao Ping hooked his finger and said, "when I beat you, I'll deal with the boy surnamed Lin! I want the whole world to know who is the real first person of the young generation! "

"I'll kill you!"

Wei Qing yelled, and with a kick at his feet, he jumped up like a wild animal

All the people in the audience are holding their breath and watching the fight with all their strength.

Only on the octagonal pavilion, a young man turned around with a boring face, walked to the table and sat down.

"Liao Ping is so rampant! How dare you speak in public Xu Shengquan deliberately pretended to be angry, "if he is such an ordinary person, how can he challenge Mr. Xiao?"

Qian Cang also came over with a smile and nodded: "it's really not worthy."

Xu Shengquan said this out of the heart of flattery, but he suddenly found that the expression of the big landlord Qian seemed to be a little strange?

He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't think of the problem.

"Little sir." Xu Shengquan also sat down from the side and asked with a hint of seeking advice, "what do you think of today's war?"

Lin Yu pondered for a moment and answered in a low voice, "it's hard to say."

"According to Qian's stupid opinion..." Qian Cang said, "although Wei Qing's talent is extraordinary, he was admonished by a young man a few days ago and destroyed his heart. I think he will lose today."

This is exactly what Xu Shengquan thought in his heart, and he could not help nodding slightly.

"But..." he said with some hesitation, "if Liao Ping wins, isn't he going to ask for advice from Mr. Xiao immediately?"

Lin Yu turned the wine glass on his hand and was silent.

Qian Cang stared at the slightly rippling liquor in the glass, and his face even more showed a funny color: "if that's true, there will be a good play to watch."

Liao Ping may be famous in history for his ignorance of heaven and earth

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On the school field, the battle has entered the most intense moment.

"Is that all you can do?" Liao Ping moved his neck for a while, only his clothes were torn open, but he was not injured.

On the other hand, Wei Qing's breath was dispirited, his face was covered with blood, and he was breathing heavily.

Since the two men met, Liao Ping has completely occupied the overwhelming advantage. Under his fierce attack, Wei Qing had no power to fight back and could only be beaten passively.

"Ha ha, you are so weak. No wonder you will be trampled by Lin Yu." He couldn't help sneering, "judging by you, the boy surnamed Lin is not much better."

"When I get rid of you, I'll get rid of him! And enjoy the feeling of being knelt down. "

His words are obviously to belittle Lin Yu, but on the contrary, they make Wei Qing even more worthless.

"Son of a bitch!" Wei Qing burst into a rage, full of anger, "I'll kill you!"

His body flashed, and he came near, with a fist full of resentment, and fell down without any fancy.

"Well done!" Liao Ping yelled, but he didn't dodge and clenched his fists.

Bang!

Wei Qing's body shrugged, and then flew upside down, sprinkling a long string of blood along the way

The onlookers all around were shocked. They saw that Liao Ping and Wei Qing were in a state of great inner strength. They thought that the two should be equal, but they didn't expect such a result.

Wu Yanlin put the proud face of Liao Zhihua, the leader of the ancient sword sect, into his eyes. His cheeks were stiff and his forehead was full of blue veins.

"Is Wei Qing really going to be abandoned?" His voice was very low. "It's all the blame of that little beast. It's ruining our sect disciple Daoxin! I can't spare him! "

Meng siyao's delicate body is slightly Lin, and her beautiful eyes look at Wei Qing who can't stop vomiting blood under Liao Ping's fierce attack. A sense of desolation rises in her heart.

She could see that Wei Qing was completely destroyed by the light of Lin Yu, and could not even exert his seven or eight points of fighting power in his heyday.

"In front of the proud son of heaven, I also felt deep despair, and could not bear the slightest fighting spirit..." she sighed in her heart, and could not help thinking of the scene when she was forced back by Lin Yu's eyes that day, "not to mention you."

Yang Xueqi twisted her eyebrows slightly, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes flashed a thick fear: "I've heard the name of Liao Ping of the ancient sword sect for a long time, but I didn't expect to be so strong..."

She thinks that even if she is herself, she can't accept Liao Ping's continuous fierce attack.

"Hum, what is that?" Yang Xi waved the powder fist with indifference, "still Lin Yu is the most powerful. If he makes a move, all of these disordered arrogants will have to lie down."

"Well, what do you know, little girl?" Yang Xueqi shook her head repeatedly. Seeing that Wei Qing was so weak, she doubted Lin Yu's fighting power.

Maybe that guy killed Shi maode in the street, forcing Wei Qing to kneel down and beg for mercy. It's just a moment of luck