Matrilocal Son-in-law Is Supreme

0"Interesting." Fu Pingtao sneered. His hands turned into palms and his speed suddenly doubled!    0

    

Shen Lang couldn't dodge in time and was hit by Fu Pingtao's palm seven times on his chest and abdomen. Relying on his tyrannical body, he slowed Fu Pingtao's speed of attack. He also counterattacked and punched Fu Pingtao's chest.    

    

Wu Tie only used 30% of his strength for this punch. However, if he was hit, with Fu Pingtao's cultivation level, even if it didn't hurt his bones, he would still lose most of his fighting strength.    

    

Fu Pingtao also clearly felt the tyrannical power of Shen Lang's punch. His palms quickly hit the joints and tendons of Shen Lang's arms at an even faster speed. Not only did it slow down Shen Lang's punching speed, it also reduced the force of his fist by seventy to eighty percent.    

    

Liu Tie could not help but sigh with emotion. No wonder Fu Pingtao was able to cross the threshold of a great realm and fight a Source Cultivator with Common Rank of the first level. His fighting skills were truly brilliant. This battle consciousness even exceeded the fourth level of the Common Rank, Fann Qichao.    

    

Although he had some admiration for Fu Pingtao, Shen Lang did not have any thoughts of cherishing this talent. Since Fu Pingtao wanted to make life difficult for him, he did not mind teaching him a lesson.    

    

While his thoughts were running, Shen Lang also threw punches after punches at Fu Pingtao. His strength also increased by a bit.    

    

It was impossible to deal with such a dense set of fists. After the force was reduced, the taste of a punch hitting his body was no less than lying on the ground being stepped on by the hooves of a group of mad buffaloes.    

    

Under the attack of Shen Lang's fist, Fu Pingtao's feet sunk deeper and deeper into the ground until they reached his ankles.    

    

"Bang!"    

    

Fu Pingtao, who didn't have enough time to convert his strength, could only cross his arms in front of his body to block the punch. After barely catching the punch, he quickly retreated, leaving a series of deep craters in the ground with his feet. Only after retreating five to six meters did he completely dissolve the force of Shen Lang's fist.    

    

Fu Pingtao looked at Shen Lang, who still had a relaxed expression, and his arms were in pain as if they were going to explode. He finally realized the gap between him and Shen Lang, a power that reduced everything by ten times. In front of this overwhelming power, his techniques were nothing.    

    

"I've lost." Fu Pingtao's arms slowly hung down as he trembled. There was still some blood seeping out from between his nails.    

    

"In the future, I won't interfere in matters that involve me." Fu Pingtao walked in front of Shen Lang and said in a deep voice.    

    

Shen Lang smiled and thought to himself, "Although this Fu Pingtao's personality is not pleasing to others, he is quite open and open. Compared to someone like" San Ji "who bullies the weak and fears the strong, this is many times better." I hope you can find something. " he said.    

    

During the exchange, Shen Lang still could not help but have a talent's heart in his heart, so when he made his move, he took it very carefully, to ensure that while giving Fu Pingtao enough pressure, he would be able to withstand it and force Fu Pingtao, who was extremely close to the barrier of the Common Rank, to unleash his potential at the critical moment, in order to capture that sliver of opportunity to reach the Common Rank.    

    

Obviously, Fu Pingtao also seized this opportunity.    

    

"Thank you." A trace of gratitude flashed in Fu Pingtao's eyes as he stretched out his hand towards Shen Lang.    

    

Then, under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Fu Pingtao and Shen Lang shook hands.    

    

Although the outcome of the battle just now was already decided, no one would have thought that Fu Pingtao would have such a low attitude, moving towards a None Source!    

    

Fu Pingtao, who was ranked in the top five of New-advanced Class, actually took the initiative to shake hands with the trash class None Source Shen Lang.    

    

This was even more difficult for them to accept than Fu Pingtao losing to Shen Lang.    

    

Victory and defeat were commonplace in these Source Cultivator s. Although it was surprising, it was not unacceptable for Fu Pingtao to lose to Shen Lang. Since ancient times, there had been many None Source who had attempted to rely on their physical strength to contend against the Source Cultivator s. A few years ago, there was even a None Source called Huang Jian Jiu who was able to defeat a Source Cultivator at the ninth level of Common Rank, causing everyone to be shocked. But, this was also the record for None Source's challenge.    

    

Source Cultivator at the ninth level of Common Rank who had been defeated by Huang Jian could still continue to cultivate and advance to a higher level. As for Yellow Sword Jiu, he had reached his limit. Human resources are sometimes poor, not without reason.    

    

With these examples, Source Cultivator had a sense of superiority that he was born with. Even if they were not Shen Lang's match, even if they saw Shen Lang beat up Source Cultivator one by one with their own eyes, that foolish sense of superiority would not decrease. The natural chasm between the Source Cultivator and himself made them feel like they were superior to Shen Lang.    

    

However, you, Fu Pingtao, actually took the initiative to shake hands with that trash, Shen Lang, who has no source energy. This was what many people shared in their hearts.    

    

However, they could only silently curse in their hearts as they didn't dare to say a single word out loud.    

    

In this training camp, other than the instructor, the number of recruits who are stronger than Fu Pingtao can be counted on one hand. They don't have the courage to look for trouble with Fu Pingtao.    

    

"Shen Lang, oh no, Big Bro, you are too awesome. That's Fu Pingtao, you actually captured him so easily. " The muscular man eagerly ran over. The way he looked at Shen Lang was as if he was looking at a little girl.    

    

"Ai ai, don't look at me like that. I'm being too cautious." Shen Lang waved at the muscular man.    

    

"Shen Lang, you're showing off again."    

    

Shen Lang looked towards the source of the sound. Que De was walking towards them, shaking the fat on his body.    

    

From a distance, Shen Lang could keenly feel that Que De's momentum was a little stronger than yesterday. Immediately, he probed Que De's cultivation level and was shocked to discover that Que De actually advanced from the fifth floor of the General Rank to the seventh floor of the General Rank in a single night!    

    

"Your cultivation has improved again. It's fast enough." Shen Lang said with a smile.    

    

"Cough, I don't know what to do either. Didn't I have a fight with San Ji yesterday? My whole body felt sore at night, and I couldn't sleep after tossing and turning. I finally woke up feeling sleepy. "I might as well get up and circulate my Origin Energy a few times. This morning, I've already reached the seventh floor." Que De walked over and put his arm around Shen Lang's shoulders, "Come, let me take you to meet someone."    

    

"Who is it?" Shen Lang asked.    

    

"Why are you asking so many questions? You'll know when you get there." Que De said.    

    

Shen Lang sighed helplessly. He turned around and said goodbye to Tu Dou and the others before leaving with Que De.