According to tradition, the third generation would be the first to compete. There were more than ten members of the third generation.
Luo Haoyu had four sons and two daughters. Luo Mingshuang was the second child. Other than his son, Luo Ping, he had two daughters who were all older than Luo Ping.
Among the four sons, the eldest, Luo Minglei, had two sons and two daughters. The eldest, Luo Yunjue, was the undisputed number one of the third generation. At the age of twenty, he had already reached the late stage of Martial Grandmaster.
The third son was called Luo Mingyu, the fourth child. The children were the three siblings, Luo Yuntian.
The fourth son, Luo Mingzhen, was the sixth child. He had one son and one daughter, who were about the same age as Luo Ping.
As soon as the competition started, a young man impatiently came to the competition field in the center of the hall. After bowing to the elders present, he spoke.
"Junior Luo Gang, may I be so bold as to come up for the first round. A few months ago, I heard that Cousin Ping met an expert by chance and solved a cultivation problem. His cultivation increased greatly, and on the way home, he taught Sun Quancai and the others a lesson. Presumably, his strength is not weak. Therefore, I would like to spar with Cousin Ping."
Although Luo Gang spoke courteously, the smirk on his face had completely betrayed him.
When Luo Ping heard this, he was not surprised. He had already expected this situation. After all, these people would not let go of any opportunity to humiliate him.
Luo Gang, Luo Minglei's fourth son, was fourteen years old. He was now a late stage Martial Grandmaster. Although his cultivation speed was not as fast as his elder brother's, it was still not bad.
This person had bullied Luo Ping since he was young. Whenever he had the chance, he would humiliate him. After all, his cultivation talent was one of the best. He did not put Luo Ping in his eyes at all.
Leisurely walking to the competition field, Luo Ping also bowed to the elders. Then, he smiled slightly and looked at Luo Gang.
"The strength of Sun Quancai and the others was only forcibly raised by relying on medicinal herbs. It's not enough at all. They couldn't even withstand one move from me before they fell down. It's really boring. I wonder how many moves cousin Gang can withstand?"
Once those words were said, not only was Luo Gang stunned, the other members of the Luo Family, as well as the spectators from the other families, all felt that it was inconceivable.
In their impression, Luo Ping had always been a submissive and never resisted. Even if he was bullied, he would not say a word, let alone argue verbally.
However, today, Luo Ping actually looked down on his opponent for the first time. Moreover, it was an opponent whose strength far surpassed his. How could this not surprise everyone?
"Hahaha, it seems that our trash has really changed. Just because he can practice martial arts, he became arrogant and conceited, not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth."
"However, those who don't recognize their own strength usually don't have a good ending. They will only bring disgrace upon themselves."
Luo Gang felt that Luo Ping's words were the best joke he had heard this year. He couldn't help but attack him again.
"As for the outcome, we will only know after we compete. I hope you won't end up like Sun Quancai and have to lie in bed for a few months."
"Don't be too arrogant. Didn't you just meet a dog shit master? I don't believe that in a short three months, how strong can you become?"
Hearing this, Luo Gang could no longer maintain his composure. His figure moved and he took the initiative to attack.
With his aptitude, the martial arts that he practiced were all relatively superior. No matter if it was the movement or the moves, they were not something that ordinary people could learn.
"'Iron Hook Fist' — — Hard as iron, shaped like a hook. Once a fist is thrown, it is difficult to retract it."
Combined with his swift movement, Luo Gang used the fist technique that he was more proficient in, the 'Iron Hook Fist'.
The uniqueness of this fist technique was that not only was it hard as iron, but it could also quickly retract and pull the opponent's neck, taking the opportunity to use the next move.
Of course, Luo Ping also knew the advantages of this fist technique. However, he did not dodge. Since his opponent was certain that he could not dodge this fist, he might as well go along with his opponent's wishes.
"Peng!"
The fist landed on Luo Ping's chest, but he did not fall to the ground as expected. Instead, he stood there motionless and looked at Luo Gang with a cold smile.
Luo Gang's expression changed slightly. When his fist landed on Luo Ping's chest, it was as if he had hit an iron plate. He could not continue to use force.
However, he was after all an experienced person. After his first attack failed, he immediately changed his method. He raised his fist and hooked it around Luo Ping's neck again.
He was ready to pull forward.
"Hmm? Why is it so hard? "
His fist could not move at all. While thinking, he saw Luo Ping looking at him with a sinister smile. Before he could understand what was going on, he found that the opponent was getting farther and farther away.
"Dong!" A sound was heard.
Luo Gang flew back more than ten meters before landing heavily on the ground. He lay there clutching his chest, unable to turn over.
At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.
Was this the same Luo Ping who was weak, unable to cultivate, bullied, and called a waste?
With such a simple punch, Luo Gang, who was at the late stage of the Supreme Martial Realm, was sent flying more than ten meters away. How strong was his strength?
In just three months, he went from being unable to cultivate to his current strength. How did he cultivate?
The people of the Luo Clan were fine. After all, they knew that Luo Ping had met an Immortal. However, this matter was also strictly ordered by Luo Haoyu not to leak it out. Otherwise, they would be severely punished.
Even in Luo Gang's words just now, there was not the slightest leak.
The spectators were completely in an uproar, and the sound of discussion was endless. They were all asking each other where Luo Ping's strength came from. Was it a short three months of hard cultivation, or countless years of deliberate concealment?
If it was the former, then his cultivation speed was too monstrous. If it was the latter, it could only mean that this person was either very scheming or mentally abnormal. In any case, they could not treat him normally.
"How is it? Cousin Gang, are you satisfied with this outcome? "
The voice in the arena gathered everyone's eyes again, staring closely at the center of the hall.
It turned out that while everyone was in a daze, Luo Ping had already walked in front of Luo Gang, squatted down, slowly raised his chin, and asked.
"Bah, taking the opportunity to sneak attack, what kind of skill is that?"
Luo Gang still stubbornly bit back.
"Sneak attack? I say, Cousin Gang, have you been beaten silly? You obviously punched me twice, I didn't move, and then I punched you back. How is that a sneak attack? "
"If you don't believe me, you can ask the elders present, they can all testify."
In just two short sentences, Luo Gang was speechless.
He was injured like this, how could he still have the face to ask? Besides, Luo Ping was right, he was just fighting back.
"Go, bring Gang 'er back. We've lost this time."
Luo Minglei's voice resounded in the hall. Immediately, several servants went over and carried Luo Gang out of the arena to be treated.
"Very good, the strength of your punch is at least over five hundred jin, you should have advanced to the Supreme Martial Warrior rank, right?"
Luo Minglei had seen Luo Ping's punch clearly. With his eyesight, he could see the strength in it.
"Early Martial Warrior!"
"What? Only early Martial Warrior? "
Everyone was once again shocked by Luo Ping's answer.
It was unheard of for an early Martial Warrior to display the strength of a Supreme Martial Warrior. Perhaps there were other places in the Hong Tian Continent, but at the very least, they had never heard of it.
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me? If not, I'll be going down to drink some tea. "
Luo Ping stood in the arena and asked, but no one responded, so he could only turn around and leave.
"Wait, let me fight you."
Just as he was about to leave, a shrill voice rang out, and a beautiful figure appeared in the arena.
Luo Ping stopped and turned to look at the challenger in front of him. He couldn't help but laugh.
"What, are you trying to avenge your brother? Or do you want to experience the feeling of being bedridden? "
Luo Yunpei, Luo Gang's third sister, had been unruly and willful since childhood. Not only did she torture the servants, but she also tortured Luo Ping.
It could be said that among the third generation of the Luo Clan, the one who bullied Luo Ping the most was this evil woman.
However, her strength was indeed impressive. At the age of sixteen, she had already reached the rank of an early Martial Master.
"Hmph, I advise you to admit defeat. There is a two-stage difference between us, do you think you can win by luck?"
Luo Yunpei sneered.
"You don't have to worry about that, young miss. Actually, winning is not my goal. My goal is just to slap you a few times."
"You? … "
"Take this!"
Luo Yunpei was so angry that she panted slightly. She didn't want to say anything else and directly stabbed out with the sword in her hand.
"Flowers in the Forest, Ten Thousand Specks of Red, Flying Flowers Fall on Snowy Peak."
Luo Yunpei was holding a second-rate weapon, the Snow Sword, and a second-rate sword technique, the Safflower Sword Technique. She didn't hold back and went all out.
Seeing the tip of the sword coming at him, Luo Ping became serious. After all, his opponent's strength was much higher than his, and she also had a weapon to help her. He had to be careful.
Luo Ping used a movement technique. Just as the tip of the sword was about to reach his body, he dodged at an incredible speed and grabbed the sword.
"Drifting Smoke Movement Technique!"
Luo Haoyu, who was sitting on the main seat, softly spat out a few words. His expression changed.
Luo Yunpei realized that her sword had missed, so she tried to pull it back and attack again. However, she found that she couldn't pull it back. The sword was tightly held.
"Eat my palm!"
Luo Yunpei made a prompt decision and struck out with her palm, aiming directly at her opponent's face.
In the previous battle, she had seen clearly that Luo Ping's body was too tough, even if her strength was higher than Luo Gang's, she might not be able to shake him.
However, the position of his face was different. No matter what, it wasn't as hard as his body. If he was hit, he would be seriously injured.
"Pa!"
"Ah!"
A clear slap, accompanied by a loud shout, spread throughout the hall. Once again, everyone's nerves were on edge.
Everyone stared at the two motionless people in the middle of the hall. Their jaws dropped to the ground.
"You? You … You dare hit me? "
"Since I was young, no one has ever hit me like this. You dare hit me? And you hit my face? "
"I'm going to strangle you!"
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