Chapter 2: Storm

So Liu Ping'an shouted, "Then come on!" Let me ask you to taste my strength today.

After listening to it, people around sent sarcasm

"You bastard dare to say such a big word."

"I don't need ten tricks to deal with him."

"I have three moves, haha..."

"Go to the martial arts arena and beat you up and let you know why the flowers are so popular." Liu Ping said contemptuously.

This sentence is exchanged for more scolding,

"This boy is looking for death. He has to teach him a hard lesson later."

"This stinky boy is so dragging! Wait and kill this stinky boy."

"Damn it, this little bastard is still so arrogant, but a first-level junior warrior!"

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"When I go to the martial arts arena, I must calm down. It won't be fun if the ditch overturns the boat." He kept reminding himself in his heart.

When they entered the martial arts arena, the cheers of boys and girls rolled over.

At this time, in the middle of the martial arts competition, many people were gathered under the ring, looking at the two people in the competition with great interest.

The two people on the ring are about 14 years old. The teenager on the right has gained a great advantage, and the teenager on the left has no power to return.

"This is not a fight. It's obviously a performance. If it were me, I would have punched my opponent off the ring." When Liu Ping'an saw such a scene, he felt funny and thought about it secretly.

At this time, there was suddenly a middle-aged man on the ring. With a wave of his hands, he separated the two teenagers. Then he announced that the other teenagers on the right had won, and then shouted: "There are also personal grudges on the ring. Now who wants to win or lose in the ring, they can come up, but they can't each other. Kill each other!"

"It seems that the family is not allowed to fight or kill each other, but it's okay to be seriously injured or half dead!" Liu Ping'an smiled at the corners of his mouth and had a plan in his heart.

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, Liu Ping'an was the first to turn over the ring, and at the same time, there were more than a dozen teenagers in the ring. The middle-aged man shouted, "Come one by one, and you have to go down first."

In a blink of an eye, Liu Ping'an and another 12-year-old teenager were left on the ring. The teenager was dressed in black clothes and his young little face was full of arrogance, which made Liu Ping'an very unhappy. "Wait, I have to hurt you seriously. I don't have much ability at a young age, and I dare to be so arrogant." He didn't know how to get angry in his heart.

Looking at the two teenagers on the high platform, all the adults present shifted their eyes with great interest. They also wanted to know whether the teenager who returned home after 11 years had a "disaster" in most people's hearts. Is there any difference from the rumors in terms of cultivation?

Under the ring, Liu Chengguo frowned and looked at the teenager who challenged him. His face was slightly ugly, hoping that his son would win, but he was still worried. For the cultivation of martial artists, his son had never really practiced for much time. You should know that the martial artist's practice and the direct challenge of each level basically depend on his combat experience. However, his son's opponent Liu Ling's arena combat experience has hundreds of games! The battle between the same level has hardly been lost. In recent years, Liu Ling's martial arts cultivation has been praised by several elders of the family. On the contrary, his son has not come back until now. How can Liu Ling's opponent be?

According to Liu Chengguo's understanding, Liu Ling, who is a junior martial artist, has mastered at least two ordinary martial arts skills and an advanced combat skill. These martial arts skills are enough to make it difficult for him to find an opponent among strong men of the same level. In this competition, his son seems to be difficult to win. !

"Ha ha, Cheng Guo, do you think your son can win?" Next to Liu Chengguo, Liu Chengdong stared at the scene and asked with a smile.

Liu Chengguo slowly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and said sadly, "Third brother, An'er is not very proficient in martial arts, and she has only recently stepped into the cultivation of martial arts. I'm afraid that Liu Ling, who has been at this level for two years, has not had a big chance of winning. What should I do?"

"Oh, isn't it?" Liu Chengdong looked at Liu Ping'an in the white shirt in the field and said with a faint smile, "I don't know why, I am full of confidence in Ping'an. I think he will definitely win. I can't be wrong."

Liu Chengguo was stunned and was a little surprised that Liu Chengdong had such a great confidence. He shook his head and replied bitterly, "Then borrow the third brother's auspicious words!"

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Looking at Liu Ping'an in the white shirt standing in front of him, Liu Ling sneered and said, "Bad boy, let you know how powerful I am!" While speaking, he slowly clenched his fists, and a faint martial artist's spirit flowed quickly in his body, bringing a wave of power, which made him more confident.

After a slight silence, Liu Ling's feet suddenly stepped on the ground and rushed straight to Liu Ping'an, not far away. When he rushed, Liu Ling's palms were slightly bent, and his sharp nails on his ten fingers were a little cold. Only half a meter away from Liu Ping'an, Liu Ling suddenly stopped, drew a tricky arc with his right fist, and went straight to Liu Ping'an's face door.

"Martial Arts: the first style of Nantianquan!"

Liu Ping'an looked at the attack fist calmly. Liu Ping'an raised his fists just right and went directly to Liu Ling's fists, a fierce confrontation, a strong confrontation.

With a "bang",

In this huge collision, Liu Ling's face changed, and his figure seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer. His feet retreated more than ten steps, and then he stopped retreating awkwardly.

Looking at this scene, Liu Chengguo's face was slightly surprised, but Liu Chengdong, who was beside him, smiled slightly and his eyes flashed.

How could this be? Liu Ling's face was ugly, and his small face suddenly turned into a pig liver and asked, "What kind of martial arts skill are you?"

"It's okay if you can win. There's a lot of nonsense. I'll let you know the consequences of provoking me today." Liu Ping'an sneered.

Liu Ling was furious when he heard it, punched together, took Liu Ping'an's ears, and used "The second style of Nantianquan!"

Liu Ping'an's hands came together, and his two fists were right against Liu Ling's fists. After another fierce collision, Liu Ping'an's body remained motionless. Liu Ling took more than a dozen steps back in the collision again.

At this time, Liu Ling's eyes were round, his face was tight, and his lips were closed. He stretched out his left fist to take Liu Ping'an's chest, and his right fist attacked Liu Ping'an's head, making "Nantian Fist Type 3!"

His right fist came faster than his left fist. He took Liu Ping'an's head straight. Liu Ping's body suddenly moved, which was twice as fast as Liu Ling's. He quickly moved to Liu Ling's back and punched Liu Ling's back fiercely.

In a blink of an eye, Liu Ling spit out blood and flew out of the ring, and then the middle-aged man on the ring looked at Liu An in surprise. He announced loudly: "Liu Ping'an won."

"I'm sorry, I accidentally made a mistake, give in, give in!" Liu Ping'an smiled, arched his hand, and pretended to be embarrassed to rush to Liu Ling under the stage.

Liu Ping's victory just now stunned most people under the ring. At the same time, many teenagers applauded, Liu Chengguo was gently relieved, and many adults below were gloomy and some of them whispered.

"This disaster star is really blessed and full of life!"

"If it's easy to deal with a waste, it's still difficult to deal with him!"

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At this time, Liu Chengdong shouted, "Very good, it's really nice for my Liu family to have this day!" That's all for today's game.

At this moment, the middle-aged man in the ring shouted, "Liu Chengdong, you are not the owner yet, and it's not your turn to take care of it." Then he continued to shout, "Who else will challenge Liu Ping'an? Hurry up."

As soon as they arrived at the ring, three teenagers came up. One of them actually reached the realm of the first-order advanced martial arts, and the other two also reached the realm of the first-order intermediate martial arts.

"Liu Dong, you are a first-level senior martial artist, and you are three years older than Ping'an. What do you want to join? Come down." Liu Chengdong spoke aggressively.

Liu Ping'an looked at Liu Chengdong with great gratitude and thought to himself, "It seems that everyone in the family don't know much about themselves. When he returns to the family this time, the master has an understanding. There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. If you want to do it, you can be the first in the world." Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile from the corners of my mouth, and then looked carefully, leaving the opponent in the ring.

"What should I do with him?" Liu Ping'an pondered for a moment.