Tales of Demons and Gods: Gaining one pound of strength every minute

Vice President's Office.

  A young instructor ran in.

  "Oh no, oh no, Dean! The genius you asked me to monitor and protect has started a fight with Tie Lang."

  Hearing this, Ye Sheng had a headache.

  First he hit Shen Fei in the face, then he threw Shen Fei's butt, then he fucked Shen Xiu at noon, and now he's fighting with Tie Lang again. This guy is not only a genius, but also a troublemaker.

  "You go over and watch first, don't let Tie Lang hurt Chang Ping, I'll be there later."

  ...

  Martial Arts Training Ground.

  The red and blue sides took their positions and prepared to fight.

  Chang Ping was wearing a red vest, and Instructor Tie Lang was wearing a blue vest. They looked at each other, tit for tat, and they were like two mighty tigers, neither of them giving in.

  "I don't even need them to fight you." Tie Lang looked down on Chang Ping and put his hands behind his back.

  "Teacher Tielang is awesome!"

  "Fuck Teacher Tielang hard and fight for our noble children."

  "Don't show mercy, beat him to the ground, I'll pay for his medical expenses!"

  The noble students in the martial arts elementary class barked wildly.

  "I'll let you go wild!" Chang Ping shouted, clenched his iron fist, rushed forward in one step, and like a tiger out of the cage, he threw a powerful right swing punch at Tielang's square face. Tielang

  quickly leaned back and dodged the attack lightly, and kicked out with one leg at the same time.

  There was a sharp pain in the abdomen, and Chang Ping and others took two or three steps back, with a solemn look on their faces.

  He patted the dirt on his stomach and was secretly shocked: This person's strength is actually higher than mine. He can become a mentor of Shenglan College. He is really good. However, fighting is not just a competition of strength, skills are also very important.

  It seems that... he doesn't have an advantage in skills.

  Chang Ping called out the exchange store and exchanged a set of silver-level boxing-Taizu Changquan.

  The moment his strength was deducted by 2,000 points, Chang Ping completely mastered the Taizu Changquan. Now, he is comparable to the old boxer who has been immersed in this set of boxing for decades.

  The level of boxing is not defined by its power, but by its minimum training requirements. Taizu Changquan is a silver-level boxing, which means that only those with a strength of one silver star, that is, one thousand kilograms, can practice it.

  Chang Ping is now a silver-level peak warrior and is fully qualified to practice.

  Taizu Changquan has a total of 32 styles, which are plain and simple. Although the moves are shallow, they contain the ultimate truth of boxing, so it is called the "mother of a hundred boxings."

  After closing the exchange shop, Chang Ping set up his stance again.

  "Why do I feel that Brother Chang is a little different from just now? Is it an illusion?" Lu Piao scratched his head.

  On the ring, Tie Lang snorted contemptuously and said, "Bluffing!"

  Chang Ping stood motionless, so he had to take the initiative to attack. If he delayed any further, he would be dismissed.

  Tie Lang first feinted with a left kick, and then prepared a right whip kick to sweep directly to Chang Ping's lower body.

  Unexpectedly, Chang Ping had already seen through his moves.

  "Lie down!"

  Chang Ping suddenly slid forward, hugged Tie Lang's thigh sideways, and then attacked his supporting leg with a low kick.

  Tie Lang lost his balance and fell heavily on the ring with a "bang". He felt a sweetness in his throat and groaned.

  If he was not so arrogant and used both hands, he could have grabbed Chang Ping's clothes before falling, and he would not have fallen so hard.

  Chang Ping knocked Tie Lang down, and the group of students in the audience were stunned.

  "Is this true? Am I dreaming? Someone come and pinch me."

  "Master Tielang was actually knocked down, and he is a golden warrior!"

  "Master Tielang, why are you pretending to be so awesome? Now you have capsized in the gutter, right?"

  On the ring, Tielang twisted his neck and stood up again with a somersault. He showed a row of neat white teeth and smiled, "Good boy, I underestimated you. Come on!"

  "Bang!"

  Tielang fell down again, and was stunned.     "Impossible, absolutely impossible! I'm a golden warrior, how can I not be defeated by a young boy! Come again!"

  "Bang!"

  Tie Lang fell flat on his face this time.

  "Come again!" He slammed the ring and stood up again.

  It must have been an illusion just now! Yes, that's right, it must have been an illusion!

  "Ah--"

  Tie Lang was held by Chang Ping's legs, turned like a windmill, and thrown out of the ring.

  The students scattered and Tie Lang fell to the ground with a "bang".

  Lu Piao picked up a long grass stalk, half-knelt on the ground, and poked Tie Lang's square face.

  "Stop it!"

  Hearing that Tie Lang could still speak and was not killed by the fall, everyone was relieved.

  The martial arts training ground suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

  "Hey, say something."

  "What the hell do you want me to say? I'm so shocked that I can't say anything!"

  "I can't think of any other words except 'awesome'."

  "Is this guy the reincarnation of a legendary demon spirit master?"

  Shen Yue's face looked as ugly as if his father had died. He thought he would see Chang Ping being pressed to the ground, but he didn't expect the result to be completely the opposite.

  "Damn, what on earth did this guy eat to grow up? He's such a big beast that he even killed my mentor. If he finds out that I poisoned him, I'll end up in a miserable state." Shen Yue couldn't help but worry about his next move.

  "How barbaric!" Ye Ziyun snorted. Just now she was worried about whether Chang Ping would be beaten, but now it seems that there is no need for that.

  Xiao Ning'er stared at Chang Ping without blinking, her big watery eyes full of admiration: if she could be as powerful as him, she could control her own destiny and wouldn't have to marry Shen Fei, that playboy.

  "You're so awesome, Brother Chang. I'm going to give birth to a baby for you!" Lu Piao held a megaphone in his hand and screamed at the top of his lungs, not caring about the idiotic looks others gave him.

  Chang Ping was full of black lines on his head: Lu Piao, you're so flirty~

  Outside the martial arts training ground, Vice Dean Ye Sheng came late.

  "How is the situation? Is Chang Ping injured?" Ye Sheng asked anxiously: Chang Ping is a rare cultivation genius in a century, he must not be in trouble!

  The young instructor smiled bitterly and said, "He's fine, but Tie Lang is miserable. Look, he lay there for a long time without moving."

  What did you say?

  Ye Sheng was stunned. Chang Ping actually defeated Tie Lang, a golden warrior. It was too against the will of heaven.

  However, he dared to beat the instructor in public. This is a serious violation of discipline and must be punished!

  Ye Sheng coughed dryly, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked into the martial arts training ground.

  Noticing Ye Sheng's arrival, Tie Lang, who had been pretending to be dead, suddenly climbed up.

  "Dean!!!" He hugged Ye Sheng's legs, sat diagonally on the ground, and cried aggrievedly, like a child weighing more than 200 pounds.

  Ye Sheng stroked his beard awkwardly, stared at Chang Ping on the stage with a serious look, and shouted: "Why don't you get off!"

  Chang Ping said "Oh", jumped up, and jumped in front of Ye Sheng.

  "Apologize!" Ye Sheng pointed at Tie Lang and ordered firmly.

  Chang Ping shrugged: "I'm sorry, teacher Tie Lang, I didn't expect you to be such a loser. You fell down before I even exerted any strength."

  Everyone: ???

  Is this an apology?

  Tie Lang was angry and stood up.

  "Dean, I want to compete with student Chang Ping again, this time with weapons."

  "Okay!" Chang Ping showed his little white teeth and slowly took out the Desert Eagle from his pocket.