Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 607 Shut Up

Even a strong man at the peak of the imperial rank was defeated by Su Zimo in such a disastrous manner, Wen Ruyu was not wronged, not wronged.

Seeing those eyes full of understanding, Wen Ruyu was so moved that she wanted to cry.

"Didn't it mean that Wei Mingqing's family has a profound background, and he has practiced sword skills since he was a child. What kind of sword skills did he practice?" At this point, someone became curious.

"Is this important? When you meet senior brother Zimo, you won't even have a chance to use your heavenly sword skills, not to mention earthly sword skills." Another disciple said dismissively.

This is true, no matter how strong the sword skill is, it can only show its power if you have to use it. If you don't even have a chance to make a move, what's the use of being strong?

"Brother, what he said is reasonable, what he said is reasonable." The former nodded, too lazy to be curious.

"By the way, how did Senior Brother Qinghan defeat Senior Brother Zimo?" Another disciple asked curiously.

With Chu Qinghan's habit of cherishing words like gold, of course he would not answer, and everyone looked at Wen Ruyu again.

"Well... When it comes to verbal skills, who is the most powerful person in the world? Also, every time Zhengyi slaughters more dogs, the most..." Wen Ruyu glanced at Chu Qinghan, seeing him sitting upright on the stage, So he lowered his voice and said to everyone mysteriously.

Before he finished speaking, everyone suddenly realized.

When it comes to verbal skills, who in this world can compare with scholars, haven't you seen that Confucian disciples are best at the technique of holy words?
When it comes to verbal skills, Su Zimo is an amateur, even Senior Uncle Huai'an who claims to have never won a fight or lost a fight is an amateur, while Senior Brother Qinghan is a professional.

However, Chu Qinghan, who is used to jumping out one or two words in his daily speech, and Su Zimo, who is full of nonsense when he fights with others, are full of curiosity.

"A gentleman speaks carefully!" At this moment, Chu Qinghan suddenly reprimanded him softly.

In the midair, a ray of light descended, enveloping everyone.

Then, they saw Wen Ruyu's mouth opening and closing, the lips flipping rapidly, but no sound came out.

"..." Chen Chaofeng opened his mouth subconsciously, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

Others opened their mouths one after another, but the result was the same. A group of people flipped their lips quickly, but no one was able to make a sound.

Confucianism, the art of silence!

Only then did they realize that they had been misled by Wen Ruyu. The reason why Chu Qinghan was able to torture Su Zimo to death was not by bickering with him, but by not giving him a chance to speak out at all.

"Confucian disciples, you are really powerful!" Chen Chaofeng and others looked at Chu Qinghan with admiration and fascination, and said in unison.

As soon as the words came out, I realized that I could speak again.Apparently, Chu Qinghan only punished them lightly, and quickly lifted the silence technique on them.

So among all the people, only Wen Ruyu was still moving her mouth silently, but couldn't make a sound.

Poor senior brother Ruyu... Seeing Wen Ruyu's distraught appearance, unable to say anything, everyone felt even more sympathetic.

"In the fourth round, which disciple of the Bixia Immortal Sect will play?" After a while, Taishu Deshui's voice finally sounded again.

After resting for a full quarter of an hour, his irritable mood gradually returned to tranquility, and the churning blood in his chest also returned to calm.

At the disciple table of Bixia Xianzong, young disciples looked at me and I looked at you, but no one answered for a long time.

Strictly speaking, they are not really greedy for life and afraid of death, but influenced by Wu Nianzu, they are too cautious and too cautious.If they are certain of winning, or if they have enough chances of winning, they are actually not hesitant to give it a go.

But facing an opponent like Su Zimo, can they be sure of winning, can they have enough chances of winning?
For the disciples of Bixia Xianzong, the answer is of course self-evident.

Even Wei Mingqing, who is at the peak of Jindan, is completely powerless against Su Zimo, let alone them?
In the entire Immortal Sect, apart from the Sovereign Master, probably only Big Brother Kang Jingzong is qualified to fight against him.But unfortunately, Kang Jingzong lost to Chu Qinghan in the first game, and there is no possibility of playing... Wait, is it really a pity?
Perhaps this is not a pity, but the luckiest thing in Kang Jingzong's life.

After all, in the battle against Chu Qinghan, if he was no match for him, he could still admit defeat, calmly and without losing the demeanor of a young suzerain, but he didn't even have the chance to admit defeat when facing Su Zimo's nonsense that was like a river flowing out of his mouth.

If he also loses aggrievedly like Wei Mingqing, how will he meet people in the future, how will he inherit the position of suzerain?

Fortunately, big brother is really too lucky.

Feelings are emotions, what should be faced is still to be faced, look at Su Zimo who is indifferent on the stage, as if he can't give a fart with three poles, everyone feels bitter in their hearts, and even more bitter in their mouths, look at me, I look at you After a long time, no one answered in the end.

Seeing such a scene, Wu Nianzu felt both helpless and relieved.

What is helpless is that in such a big Bixia Xianmen, there are twelve disciples in the Golden Core Realm, and no one is available at the critical moment.

What is gratifying is that these disciples are self-aware and behave as he hoped... Steady, really steady.

In the end, Wu Nianzu's gaze rested on a handsome disciple.

Under the watchful eyes of the master, the young disciple could only go on stage.

Then, when Su Zimo made his first move, he pulled out his long sword, drew a sword flower, and admitted defeat.

Many years later, recalling this contest, all the members of the Xianmen who were present said in one voice: This is the fastest speaking speed they have ever heard in their life. Clear and clear, without any ambiguity.

They even wondered if this person has never said anything else since he was so old, and only said these three words over and over every day.

After admitting defeat, the young man immediately withdrew his long sword, and without waiting for Su Zimo's reaction, he patted his chest and walked off the stage happily.

Fortunately, I was fast enough, and I didn't wait for Su Zi to move his mouth silently, otherwise I wouldn't have a chance to speak.

This match was almost a replica of Yin Zijie's match, where they would admit defeat after pulling a sword flower.

But Yin Zijie also explained that the true essence has not reached the sword intent and there is no flaw in it, but this young disciple didn't even explain it.

However, the people in the Xianmen who were present took it for granted, and no one questioned it.

"Oh, I lost again, I lost again." Only Ji Tonggao was even more depressed, but he only lamented twice, unable to complain.

Even Wei Mingqing, who was at the peak of Jindan, lost like that, even until the last moment, he couldn't make a move with his proud earth sword skills. Isn't it normal for others to admit defeat?
(End of this chapter)