Prodigiously Amazing Weaponsmith

Chapter 1335: `` Let's Have a Good Luck (2) ''

The other disciples who followed the Master to watch the battle were stunned.

Eighteen-year-old Wujingjingwu is already the first-class genius in their ancestors, and some of the ancestors of the ancestors are just this practice, but the disciples in Xingxian and Bixia In the eyes, this is nothing at all?

Are these disciples really so strong?

In fact, although the disciples of the two major gates are talking about each other because of quarreling, they have a lot of exaggeration when talking to each other, but their cultivation in the first five levels is really not very high.

In this kind of competition, in order to prevent Zongmen's main disciple as the trump card from accidentally losing or losing his strength, ordinary disciples were sent to the court first.

These people who are now vying to take office know that they will never be the ultimate masters, but it is also a rare opportunity to show themselves on such an occasion in front of so many powers in the Southern and Western Heavens.

If you can defeat your opponent beautifully, you may be able to attract the attention of your ancestors and become the genius that Zongmen focuses on!

The battle on the ring was quite fierce. The two warriors played for more than a quarter of an hour before they scored.

Bi Xia Zong's disciples won the victory due to the slightly higher cultivation and became the masters.

However, he was too late to cheer, and then another disciple of Xing Zongzong jumped onto the ring and challenged him!

This time, the other party was prepared, and the two had already seen the performance of each other's skills in the stage before they came up to challenge.

Therefore, Bi Xiazong's disciples were immediately beaten up and rolled off the stage, the whole process did not exceed twenty interest!

However, the new puppet master was also unstable, and was soon kicked off the stage.

For a time, the atmosphere on the match field was very high, and the master of the martial arts changed forever.

This kind of tug-of-war is most likely to arouse hostility on both sides, and the scolding war among the disciples in the audience has gradually pushed to a climax.

Huang Yan looked a few more times from the beginning, and after a while, she began to fall asleep.

With her hand on her chin, she struggled against the call of Zhou Gong, but her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

In order to refresh her mind, she quickly turned to call the man around him, "Mo Ying, what are you thinking?"

Beside her, Li Moying's handsome face was as cold and indifferent as ever, looking at the front indifferently, without seemingly bored.

However, he did not answer Huang Yanli's question.

Fenghuang Li frowned. "Ink shadow?"

Still no sound.

Finally she couldn't help but poked at his arm and poked for a moment, but didn't respond, and poked again, still no response.

Fenghuang Li raised an eyebrow and patted him on the shoulder. Li Moying suddenly shook his head and looked back at her.

"Well ... little, what's up?"

He was free-spirited, demure and elegant, without any guilty conscience or frightened expression.

Huang Yan slipped three black lines from his forehead. This man ... was clearly asleep just now! He can even fall asleep while sitting!

She gave Li Moying a white look, and said angrily: "Master Li Shao, are you really good? If you let the disciples who are fighting **** the stage know that their beloved young master fell asleep, what would they think? ? "

(End of this chapter)