Chapter 51 (1/2)

Zhao Sheng looks at Zhao Hao badly. Zhao Hao glances at him and shakes his head with a smile.

Zhao Sheng was already a master of martial arts in Ming Dynasty. It's not hard for him to clean up his body.

But in Zhao Hao's eyes, there was no fear, but it was still plain.

In the plainness, there is a certain disdain.

Yan Zhaoge's eyes narrowed slightly: ”look at Zhao Sheng's eyes, it's no different from looking at me...”

”In his eyes, Zhao Sheng and I are at the same level?”

Yan Zhaoge laughed silently.

Zhao Hao asked lightly, ”what kind of penalty wine do you want to give me?”

Zhao Sheng snorted: ”since the 16th younger brother's days, he has made great progress in cultivation, but his practical experience is inevitably less.”

”There are some people under the third brother. You can practice with the 16th brother.”

”Accumulate more experience, save that you can only use the dying person to start, and meet the real hard hand. It's you who are unlucky.”

Zhao Hao has more disdain in his eyes. When he looks at Zhao Sheng, it's like an adult watching an innocent child play.

Without saying anything, he drew his sword out of his sheath and stood still: ”who wants to teach?”

In other people's eyes, I don't think so, but Yan Zhaoge's eyesight is far superior to other people present.

From the perspective of Yan Zhaoge, Zhao Hao's momentum is immediately different with his sword in his hand.

More rebellious, publicity, sharp, sharp!

The whole person seems to be a sword out of its sheath, as if to rise from the sky and cut through the sky.

This is a pure potential, hard to say, but it is real.

At the moment, Zhao Hao is still a martial arts cultivator. It's true that he doesn't hide the strength of cultivation realm, but his power seems to be superior to most people in the world.

It seems that the great master is not worth mentioning in front of him.

Yan Zhaoge's eyebrows are selected: ”interesting, Mo Fei...”

Although Zhao Sheng wanted to beat Zhao Hao to death, he was already a master after all. He was more than ten years old than Zhao Hao.

Although Zhao Hao is very disrespectful, but in public, and Yan Zhaoge is present, Zhao Sheng still suppresses the idea of hand in hand.

But of course he didn't plan to make Zhao Hao feel better.

Zhao Hao's cultivation in the middle stage of guiding Qi is eight fold. Zhao Sheng's opponent, though it is also the middle stage of guiding Qi, has a fierce breath. Obviously, he is used to fighting with a knife and licking blood. He has rich experience.

With a strong murderous spirit, it can almost frighten the inexperienced opponent into a lamb that can only be slaughtered by him.

But Zhao Hao can beat his opponent in one round with no effort!

Under one sword, the opponent's arm flies directly to the sky!

The level of ferocity, let all people look at it.

”How bold!” Zhao Sheng's face was livid. With a wave of his hand, a swordsman in the later stage of Qi channeling came out.

This swordsman is the Ninth level of body training, the late stage of guiding Qi, and is not far from the tenth level.

Zhao Hao didn't care about it, but he smiled: ”it's all the same.”

Once again, the results of the first world war between the two sides made the audience lose their glasses.

The winner is still Zhao Hao!

Zhao Hao ”ha” a smile: ”next is the micro realm, or three elder brothers you personally?”

As he spoke, there was a crackling sound all over him, and then a dull thunder.