Infernal Artist

A strong wind came.

Liu Ping stood still, his hand already pressed on the prison scabbard.

But the fist stopped abruptly in front of him, without moving any further.

The middle-aged man's eyes twitched and he shouted: "Why don't you hide?"

"Hide? I can't hide." Liu Ping said matter-of-factly.

The middle-aged man calmed down and looked out of the crowd, only to see several police officers walking towards them.

Just listen to Liu Ping's slow words:

"I am only fifteen years old. I have no spirit. I am just an ordinary person. I have not signed a life-and-death contract with you. If I were punched by a martial artist like you who possesses the spirit of the world, I would probably die immediately."

"What do you want to say?" the middle-aged man asked.

"The Blood Heart Martial Arts School has been closed. The only boxer wanted to take his newly accepted disciples away, but he was stopped by you guys. They bullied the younger ones with the big ones, and tried to beat a fifteen-year-old to death in the street. disciple--"

As Liu Ping spoke, he looked around and sighed:

"What a bunch of martial arts beasts."

The words fell.

The police had already crowded in.

The middle-aged man was extremely angry and clenched his fists, but he did not dare to kill again.

"What's going on here! Who called the police!"

The leading police sergeant asked loudly.

"We called the police," Liu Ping said.

"I saw what happened just now. Since everything is fine now, let's leave." The police chief said.

No one moved.

The police chief walked to the martial arts gym, patted the closing notice and said loudly:

"This is a notice from the Wu Meng. They have closed the hall, but you still come to surround their door. What's wrong? Now you don't even listen to what the Wu Meng says?"

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "Chief, we are just going shopping, we don't seem to be disturbing anyone."

The anger on the Sheriff's face flashed away, and he clicked his tongue and said: "The thirty-two martial arts schools are really arrogant. They not only killed the officials of the martial arts alliance in the street, but also blocked people in the street here."

"What did you say? Who killed the people from the Martial Alliance?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Forget it, I don't care about what's going on here. I'm just a little policeman. Look, the people from the Wu League are already here," the police chief said.

Everyone looked together.

I saw a black shadow flying from the sky, landing gently and skillfully in front of the door of Xue Xin Liu Martial Arts Hall.

Surprisingly, it was an old man on crutches.

Everyone's expressions changed and they saluted quickly: "Master Grandmaster!"

The old man turned a blind eye, looked around, and said in surprise:

"Huh? It's quite lively. It's worth my while to come out for a walk."

The police chief quickly stepped forward and cupped his hands:

"Master Grandmaster, did you see it just now?"

"You see - I'm sorry, we warriors are really difficult to control and have caused trouble for you." The old man said.

"I don't dare to take it, I don't take it! You see what the instructions are, the young one is waiting here." The police chief said quickly.

The old man looked around at the intersection.

The warriors blocked all passable intersections and stood in darkness on three levels inside and three outside.

The old man sighed: "Originally, we warriors often saw killings among each other, which was nothing, but now I understand Xiao Zuo a little bit-"

He looked back at Liu Ping.

"Master Grandmaster." Liu Ping said politely.

"Did you call the police?" the old man asked.

"Yes."

"What about gold?"

"I gave it to Mr. Zuo."

"What did Xiao Zuo say?"

"He told us to just go and he would take care of anything."

"Tsk...he is also an idiot."

"Mr. Zuo is extremely righteous and truly a man of the world."

"Hmph, you know how to let others take the shot. Why did you call the police when you were in danger?" The old man's voice was filled with murderous intent.

"Because the opponent has a spirit, I am no match at all and have no chance of winning." Liu Ping said with his usual expression.

"If the opponent has no spirit, do you dare to fight?" the old man said.

"Don't talk about a fight, come and I will kill one of them." Liu Ping said.

The old man glanced at him and said calmly: "Even though you are only a teenager, you still have to speak responsibly."

"Master Zuo just appreciated my talent and started loving it, so he generously agreed to help us find a way out," Liu Ping said.

"Talent? Love of talent?" the old man asked curiously.

"He knows that I am a unique martial arts master. As long as I am given the opportunity to grow, I will definitely become the strongest person in the era." Liu Pingping said without changing his expression.

The old man twitched his mouth.

Ever since he became a Grandmaster, no one in the past few hundred years has been able to make himself so unable to speak.

"...You can say this kind of thing, but I want to see what kind of thing you are." The old man said.

He pointed casually towards the crowd and said:

"You, you, and you - you soulless martial arts disciples, since you dare to surround others when the gym is closed, then show some skills."

The few people he accused came forward.

"Master Grandmaster, what do you mean?" the middle-aged martial artist asked.

"Let them have a fight," the old man said.

"What about life and death?" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he asked quickly.

The old man didn't speak, but looked at Liu Ping.

Liu Ping patted Chu Yunshang's hand and told her not to worry, and then said: "It doesn't matter whether she is alive or dead."

The old man asked the middle-aged man again: "Do you people have any opinions?"

"No objection!" those people said in unison.

One of them, a tall and thin man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, jumped out, put on a boxing stance and said:

"To deal with this kid, I can kill him within ten moves."

Under the gaze of everyone, Liu Ping smiled, tore open his clothes casually, took out a piece of cloth and covered his eyes.

He stood there with a look of memory on his face.

——When I was blind, I fought like this in the beginning.

When they first met Zhao Chanyi, the two had a good fight.

Later, during a ruins exploration, he saved her, and she gradually stopped being hostile to him.

after that……

She withdrew from the world, and she was tired of all kinds of fights and said she wanted to follow him.

Then the war broke out between the human race and the demon race——

Liu Ping shook his head and took back his thoughts.

"What do you mean by covering your eyes?" the tall and thin man asked curiously.

"This is more fair, otherwise you won't be able to catch any move." Liu Ping said.

"Arrogant!" the tall and thin man said angrily.

Liu Ping walked towards the other party unhurriedly and asked, "Can we start?"

"Start!" the old man said.

The words fell.

The tall and thin man rushed straight towards Liu Ping.

Liu Ping was blindfolded and was walking slowly when he suddenly took a step forward and broke up the opponent's fist with a single slash.

He pointed like a knife and lightly slashed at the opponent's neck.

Cack!

The sound of broken bones was clearly audible.

The tall and thin man was knocked out and landed on the ground in front of the crowd.

His neck had twisted into a strange shape.

he died.

Liu Ping, still blindfolded, stood there, slowly raised a hand and said:

"Let's go with the rest, don't waste my time."

The remaining three people looked at the old man and the middle-aged martial artist.

The middle-aged martial artist said:

"Don't underestimate the enemy, cooperate with each other, come on!"

The three of them immediately rushed towards Liu Ping.

Liu Ping still stood still, blindfolded, with one hand behind his back and the other stretched out, making a boxing stance.

one-hand!

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

This kid is still blindfolded, how dare he face the enemy with one hand?

This is too arrogant!

The three people on the opposite side rushed toward Liu Ping in a "pin" formation.

One breath.

The leader caught Liu Ping's single palm, and the other two people ducked behind him.

Liu Ping suddenly chuckled and said:

"A soldier never tires of deceit."

As soon as he finished speaking, he held down the arm of the leader, stretched out his other hand from behind, struck the opponent several times like lightning, then turned around and threw him behind his back.

Just as the two people behind him were about to take action, they encountered the corpse of their companion and had to pause.

A fist suddenly stretched out from the crotch of the corpse and hit one of them hard on the throat. Then he raised his hand and slapped his chin.

The man's neck was immediately broken, and he was hit with a palm so that his whole head was spinning on his back and facing backwards on the ground.

One person remains.

He let out a panicked scream and took several steps back.

——The moment they met, two people were killed by the opponent!

How to fight this!

"Feel sorry."

Liu Ping still put one hand behind his back, raised the other hand, made a fist with one hand, and said:

"I'm always very dirty when I fight, so I hope you'll bear with me."

The man looked at the two corpses on the ground, gritted his teeth, and suddenly took out a pill and swallowed it.

His face gradually turned red, and he laughed wildly: "Are you strong? Hahaha, but now that I have used the war potion, my strength has greatly increased, and I will definitely kill you!"

He rushed towards Liu Ping.

"The speed is really 30% faster." Liu Ping said softly and raised a hand.

Fists and palms meet.

In just one breath, the two sides fought with fists and kicks seven or eight times. Liu Ping slapped the man on the heart, sending him flying away and kneeling on the ground far away.

"The skills are still those skills." Liu Ping retracted his hand and said calmly.

The man stared at Liu Ping in disbelief, spit out a mouthful of blood, slowly lowered his head, and stopped moving.

Silence fell.

"I have said it before," Liu Ping said slowly, "I am an unparalleled prodigy, a unique martial arts master. Mr. Zuo admires me, but you can't accept this fact."

Still no one said anything.

He rubbed his palms casually and said to the old man next to him: "Master, it's boring to fight like this."

"How do you want to fight?" the old man asked noncommittally.

"As long as there are no spiritual warriors, come along." Liu Ping said.

"Do you think you can catch it?" the old man asked.

"These people took advantage of our crisis and came to surround us. Now that there are adults here, those spiritual martial arts masters must not be ashamed to kill newcomers like me." Liu Ping said.

The old man nodded slightly and said with a hint of instruction: "There are some broken rules, but you can't blame them. After all, in our world of warriors, the law of the jungle is the law."

"So now I want to kill all of them justifiably, and I ask you to do it," Liu Ping said politely.

The old man's mouth moved.

He found himself speechless once again.