Urban Perspective Little Doctor

On the threshing floor, Huang Er and Chen Ping fought together.

If the two of them only look at their size, Chen Ping is tall, but at most two and a half yellow in size. Huang Eryi saw that he was a master who had practiced horizontal kungfu to the extreme. He punched it out casually, and the power was quite amazing.

However, Chen Ping deserves to be a member of the national martial arts team. The two played against each other for a few rounds, and Huang Er was defeated.

Chen Ping relied on his quick reaction to avoid Huang Er’s heavy blows again and again. Huang Er’s heavy blows did not work, but revealed a flaw. Chen Ping seized the gap and kicked Huang Er’s vitals. , Huang Er's combat power will not work.

"Ho!" Chen Ping once again grasped Huang Er's flaws, and kicked Huang Er's head with a roundabout kick.

"Bang!" Huang Er immediately fell down, "Bang Tong" and fell to the ground, unable to get up anymore.

Chen Ping showed off his unusual aptitude and well-trained quality in these few fights. He kicked Huang Er and he was in a good mood. He jumped back and clapped his hands.

"The opponent is weaker, meaningless!"

"Wow, it's Teacher Chen, you're amazing! Handsome, you're so handsome! This young man dare to look down on the master of the national martial arts team, isn't he asking for trouble?" Zhang Xuejiao leaned over and said loudly.

Mu Shiwei and others also echoed behind him. Chen Ping's momentum became more vigorous for a while. He laughed and said, "Sao Du, right? I think you should forget it! I'm not as good as you than you, but I want to compete, haha, I'm afraid you can't do fine skin and tender meat, right?"

When the young yellow-haired man called Du Shao raised his hand, the commotion behind him stopped.

He slowly walked to the center of the threshing floor, staring at Chen Ping and said, "The surname is Chen, don't feel good about yourself. What is the skill to win Huang Er? Come on, let me weigh you! "

Just now, I saw the yellow-haired young man, who looked like a little crouch.

However, at this moment, he was standing on the threshing floor, but Yuan Yu Yuezhi, with his own momentum, Chen Ping couldn't help but frown.

"Are you really going to fight me?" Chen Ping said.

The young Huang Mao stretched out his hand and said, "Come on!"

"Okay!" Chen Ping couldn't help but feel angry, looking at the son, it was obvious that he was looking for trouble. In this case, he simply taught him a lesson today.

With so many people around, he just won a match, and the confidence in his heart is just right.

Seeing that the status of this young man should not be low, the most powerful bodyguard around him should be considered a master in the arena, but he still lost to his own hands. Even if his strength is not the top in the arena, he is definitely at the top. Level.

Thinking of this, Chen Ping rushed out one step at a time, and a series of kicks swept the yellow-haired youth.

Faced with his sudden shot, Huang Mao Youth didn't panic. He stepped back, avoided Chen Ping's kick and then punched.

He stepped back three steps and punched three punches. The three punches and Chen Ping's three feet shook hard. Chen Ping only felt that his feet were touching an iron plate, and his legs were shocked.

His heart sank and was taken aback. After kicking three legs, his figure didn't retreat, his hands slammed on the ground, and people flew up again, kicking them in series.

The young yellow-haired man snorted coldly, and said, "Is it just this trick? Then you are optimistic, how can I break you!"

After the young Huang Mao finished speaking, his feet were slightly bent. He raised his hand and punched out with a sprint. This move was very common, but he punched out and his fist made a "bang" in the air.

"Ah..." Chen Ping snorted, his whole body flew upside down, flew a full meter away, and then fell to the ground fiercely.

"Ah..." Several people on Chen Ping's side were shocked when they saw this scene. Mu Shiwei was the first to rush out and try to help Chen Ping up. However, Chen Ping only felt that his legs were not listening to the instructions of his brain and he could not stand.

He stared at the yellow-haired young man, his eyes were shocked and incredible.

how is this possible? His most proud of the series of kicks, in the national team is a top-notch trick, teammates are difficult to deal with. But this young man in front of him is younger than himself, why can he break it with one punch?

And the power of his punch is too abnormal, right?

"Haha..." On the side of the yellow-haired youth, a group of people laughed, some of them shouted: "Oh, isn't this a master of the national martial arts team? I often use Dr. Bi Pang, just this skill. Fake!"

"I'm not weak anymore. It seems that I have developed a little bit of internal strength. It made Du Shao beat four punches before he was defeated. It's just such a skill, I'm afraid I will anger Doctor Pang!"

"Okay, okay, the nickname of Dr. Pang is absolutely pissed! If Dr. Pang of the Central Plains meets a national martial arts player like this brother, we must be pissed! An elephant meets a little ant, little ant Bragging, saying that he is better than an elephant. How can an elephant not die?"

There were a lot of people on the yellow-haired young man's side, and they all said all kinds of ridicule.

Chen Ping's face flushed from the noise, and his legs gradually regained consciousness. With the help of Mu Shiwei, he stood up and stared at Du Xiukai and said: "I didn't see it, Du Shao turned out to be a super master! "

Du Xiukai laughed and bent over and said, "I'm a master? It is estimated that in your heart, those who can beat you are the top masters. If this is the case, this time the Central Plains League will have hundreds of top masters. Go! Haha..."

There was another burst of laughter, and Chen Ping's face turned redder, but his heart was shocked.

Looking at Du Xiukai’s expression, it’s not just talking about it at all. Could it be that the strength of his own national martial arts team is so unbearable? Can't even beat a **** in the arena?

While he was puzzled, a few more luxury cars drove into the threshing ground, the luxury cars stopped, and a burly guy dressed in camouflage uniforms with a moxi dry head went down on the front Hummer.

He got out of the car and yelled at the crowd: "Which one is called Chen Ping?"

Looking at his aura, he was aggressive when he got out of the car, followed by a group of attendants, and his style was the same as Du Xiukai.

Chen Ping was a little confused, Du Xiukai laughed and said, "Shen Shao, you are late! I have already taken care of the masters of the national martial arts team. If you want to clean up again, is it bullying?"

"Cleaned up?" The burly guy in the camouflage uniform raised his brows and turned to look at Du Xiukai, "You cleaned it up? My God, haha...what kind of national team is this? Isn't it a fake national team? You are Du Xiukai's. This three-legged cat can clean up such a master who is blowing up to the sky? Then I will come here for nothing?"

While this burly guy was talking, he gave a vicious kick to the side of his tall Hummer.

"Bang Dang!" With a sound, the Hummer was kicked to the ground directly, "Bang", hit the threshing floor, the ground produced violent vibration.