Chapter 1808: I am a disciple of Wanzong, I do n’t worship others (1/2)
Than Doutai.
Jianqi aspect, full of special effects.
”...”
At this moment, the fighters of the Taiwan Warriors all stood up, eyes widened, and their eyes were shocked with unprecedented intensity.
From their point of view, the entire venue is full of sword power and sword energy!
”Oh!”
Zhou Hong closed his sword into the sheath and arched, ”You won.”
The reader must look at the question mark.
The last chapter is also about to be on the stage. Why did I lose this chapter?
In fact, the competition in kendo is too boring, so the whole process is skipped.
Everyone just need to keep in mind that after the two came on stage, their eyebrows flew for a long time. Jian Xiaohong used the sword technique of returning to the market, and the entire sky was full of crisscross swordsmanship.
What about the old artist?
Don't ask, asking is resignation.
”It's amazing!”
Gu Tianxing stood up.
Although the author skipped the competition, the reader did not see it, but as a strange monster on the spot, he witnessed the gorgeous Guixu sword technique.
This is the display of the granddaughter of the returning granddaughter. If you are lucky to see the deity's shot, the vertical and horizontal picture of the sword air may be unforgettable!
If you ask Gu Tianxing, what is the strongest sword move in the Cangyun system, you must not hesitate to answer the Guixu swordsmanship!
On the viewing platform, everyone stood up in shock by the sword.
Only one person is sitting.
That's right, Jun often laughs.
At this moment, he leaned on a chair, and Ge You paralyzed weakly in his heart: ”Zhou Hong also plays me!”
Su Xiaomo was excusable.
But how can Zhou Hong lose?
Among these core disciples, the most reliable star was the first night, and the second was Zhou Hong. As a result, he played his own cruelest!
”call out-”
The Guixu sword that flew into the sky came and fell into the hands of Jian Xiaohong. She dashed her sword into her sheath and laughed, ”I just won you by luck.”
”Kacha!”
Wan Jian cracked and turned into nothingness, and everything was restored as before.
”That is also a win.”
Zhou Hong stepped down from the bucket.
He didn't act.
But he did lose on the sword.
As a swordsman, losing is losing, which must be acknowledged.
However, unlike Li Shangtian's guilty sorrow on the ground so far, Zhou Hong, who lost the game, was completely attentive.
of course.
There are also regrets.
It is a pity that he failed to learn the third form of Wanjian Guizong, otherwise he should be able to reverse the defeat.
”Hey.”
Jian Xiaohong shouted in the back: ”My grandpa has never found a suitable successor. Are you interested in worshiping him as a teacher?”
With that said, the audience fell into silence for an instant.
Who is his grandpa?
Cangyun is the top strong swordsman!
Not to mention a teenager with a dream, even a long-known warrior can't wait to kneel in front of the door to worship.
Becoming an apprentice to Guixu Swordmaster is something that countless people dream of, even sharpening their heads and drilling.
Nowadays.
His granddaughter actually asked someone if he wanted to worship!
I envy the dead!
”brush!”
Jun Chang, paralyzed in a chair, stood up with a smile. Not only was he resurrected with blood, his eyes were excited.
The organizer did not hesitate to designate a rival for the woman, which shows that the sword sage of Guihui is so powerful that his disciples worship him as a teacher, which is definitely a great opportunity!
”Sorry.”
Zhou Hong stopped and said, ”I'm a disciple of Wan Guzong, I won't worship others as a teacher.”
”...”
Jun Chang laughed and almost spurted blood.
It is true that you are a disciple of Wan Guzong, but it does not prevent worshiping others as teachers.