I just want to stay at home in peace

Chapter 152 I Have Many Fangirls
In the afternoon, with 10 minutes left before one o'clock, He Wuwu drove an off-road vehicle into the Jiangnan Martial Arts Academy.

"Brother Yun, do you want to watch me beat up that kid Wu Peng?"

After getting out of the car, He Wuwu shook the giant sword that looked like a middle door panel, with a confident expression on his face.

"Are you sure you didn't want to watch you get beaten up?" Mo Yun had a strange expression on his face.

"Brother Yun, don't you expect me to order?" He Wuwu's face darkened.

"When did you switch to using a sword? How do I remember that you always use a sword? No, your He family all use swords, right?"

Glancing at the strangely shaped giant sword on He Wuwu's shoulder, he asked in doubt.

"Haha, two months ago, I gave up the sword for the sword, and the more I use it, the easier it becomes. This time I will be able to get down on Wu Peng!" He Wuwu swung the giant sword twice, and said to himself.

"Not bad, you practice swords if you don't have a sword, very individual." Mo Yun nodded in praise.

"Yeah, yeah, I also think I look very handsome with a sword!" He Wuyi shook his head, Sao was very wrapped.

After shaking his head a few times, He Wuwu asked again: "By the way, Brother Yun, are you going or not?"

"Well, go and have a look, it's all right anyway." Mo Yun said.

"Okay! Brother Yun, you go to the gymnasium martial arts stage first, I'll go back and take a shower first, change into some cool clothes, I'll be there in a while!" After finishing speaking, He Wuyi ran away in a hurry.

……

It's exactly one o'clock.

Martial arts platform of Jiangnan College.

This time, He Wuwu had applied to the school on purpose, and it was considered a formal exchange. The instructor was invited to host it, and the whole process was videotaped.

There is no gaudy mutual ridicule, nor the belittlement and hatred of the people who eat melons, but only excitement and excitement.

Both He Wuwu and Wu Peng are currently the top combat power of Jiangnan Wuda.

He Wuwu stood on the stage with his eyes half closed.

He was wearing a handsome black cloak, combed his hair back with a big back, half leaning against the railing, and his sao value was full.

Soon, Wu Peng appeared. With a sullen face, he walked towards the martial arts platform step by step.

Soon, there was a wave of screaming.

"Why don't you come on!"

"Why Wuwu is invincible!"

"Why is there no intention to win!"

"Must win must win must win!"

"Ahhh, why don't I want to have a monkey with you!"

Why did the fans unintentionally cheer up in the audience, their voices shook the sky, which shows their popularity.

Seeing this, He Wuwu raised his hand triumphantly.

In an instant, all the fans fell silent.

He Wuwu nodded in satisfaction.

Not bad, 1 yuan is worth it!
"Hmph, gaudy!" Wu Peng's face darkened, as if he couldn't understand He Wuxin's style very much.

"Hehe, the popularity is too high, and I am also very distressed. He is handsome, that's the way it is, alas, there is no way." He Wuyi said with a melancholy expression.

The corner of Wu Peng's mouth twitched, and he almost couldn't help himself to do it.

"Are you epileptic?" He Wuwu took two steps back in disgust, and looked at Wu Peng in shock.

Wu Peng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

But soon, Wu Peng glanced at the huge sword on He Wuwu's back, and couldn't help frowning: "Have you abandoned the sword and cultivated the sword?"

Hearing this, He Wuwu's eyes flashed a light, and he said proudly: "This is your superficiality, a knife is a sword, and a sword is a knife, regardless of each other."

"Hmph, don't forget, I also use a sword!" Wu Peng drew a long sword from behind.

Seeing this, He Wuwu sneered coldly, and an astonishing fighting spirit suddenly burst out in his eyes: "Of course I know, that's why I want to defeat you with a sword!"

"Hmph!" Wu Peng snorted coldly, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, but he became cautious in his heart, condensing his blood to the extreme.

"let's start!"

Glancing at the two people who were full of fighting spirit, the instructor spoke attentively.

As soon as the voice fell, He Wuyi clasped his five fingers, and with a swipe, the giant sword behind him flew out, and the hilt automatically fell into his palm.

This is a simple black giant sword, without a front, but it gives people a terrifying sense of sharpness.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling black light burst out from the giant sword and surrounded the sword.

At the same time, a terrifying sword intent suddenly enveloped everyone, shocking everyone.

"Why did you unintentionally draw the sword!"

"What a terrifying sword intent!"

"God, with such sword intent, I doubt I can hold on for a second!"

"Is Wu Peng a pervert? With such sword intent, he looks like a normal person!"

Everyone was shocked.

This is the pinnacle duel between the two great strengths of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Academy.

They haven't seen He Wuwu fighting with a sword yet, and they don't know that He Wuwu's sword intent is so strong that it almost makes them breathless.

What they didn't expect was that under such a terrifying sword intent, Wu Peng would be fine.

This is simply a monster!

What everyone didn't know was that at the moment Wu Peng knew the sea god, a sword shadow had condensed.

This sword shadow represents the origin of Wu Peng's kendo. This is the spiritual consciousness that can only be condensed by a true kendo genius.

Of course, this is all imaginary, and it cannot be summoned to fight.

Only when the spirit is strong to a certain extent and the spiritualist is awakened, can it be manifested and exert its terrifying power.

For example, Mo Yun's magic sword.

Another example is the skeleton of the blood fiend leader.

But even so, with the origin of swordsmanship, Wu Peng can not be afraid of any unintentional sword attack.

Offstage, Mo Yun's expression became strange.

He naturally also sensed the origin of swordsmanship in Wu Peng.

Not only that, He Wuwu also has the origin of swordsmanship in his body.

Moreover, Mo Yun did not perceive the sword attribute spiritual power in He Wuwu.

"No wonder this kid abandoned the ancestral sword technique and changed to the way of the sword..."

At this time, He Wuyi moved.

With a muffled yell, he unleashed the black giant sword, and with a wave of his hand out of thin air, he controlled the giant sword and slashed towards Wu Peng.

This simple stroke of the sword moved towards Wu Peng with the momentum of cutting through the sun, moon and stars, and the terrifying coercion.

Seeing such a sword, Wu Peng was also slightly startled. He had estimated He Wuwu's strength before, but he only realized the terror of the opponent when he actually confronted him head-on.

However, Wu Peng was not afraid.

"Chop!" With a muffled shout, the ink-black giant sword had pierced the sky, and chopped down towards Wu Peng.

Wu Peng's expression remained the same, but he just operated his skills slightly, and his blood surged instantly, and his figure disappeared in place like a sharp arrow in an instant.

"Oh!"

The sword light fell down in an instant, and hit hard on the alloy floor of the Martial Arts Platform, making an ear-splitting sound, shaking out sparks, and leaving a crack.

However, Wu Peng's figure had already appeared a few feet away.

"Hmph!" He Wuwu snorted coldly, waved his hand again, and the black sword light condensed again.

Needless to say Wu Peng's strength, He Wuwu is very clear.

In the previous two battles, he was completely defeated.

He knew that Wu Peng was very strong, but he didn't expect the opponent to be so strong. Under his own sword, he dodged calmly, and he couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

"It seems that I can only use my true skills!"

He Wuwu let out a muffled snort, and immediately struck out several sword shadows, forming a sword curtain.

"go with!"

With a wave of his hand, the sword screen hit Wu Peng like raindrops.

The sword intent was raging, as if it was about to tear apart the space, and even the temperature around it dropped.

The spectators gasped as they watched, their eyes full of disbelief.

It turns out that this is He Wuwu's real combat power!

It wasn't until now that they realized how unintentionally powerful they were.

It's really not easy for a man with so many fans!
"He Wuwu's kendo talent is too terrifying!"

"Now that Wu Peng is going to die!"

Soon, the fans shouted again.

"Why don't you come on!"

"Why Wuwu is invincible!"

"Why is there no intention to win!"

Seeing this, Mo Yun yawned, turned and left.

No need to look, He Wuyi who uses a sword is much better than Wu Peng.

This kid, if he really cultivates seriously, he still has something.

(End of this chapter)