The National Beast: I Build A City-State On The Back Of A Giant Elephant

Who knew that Hou Xiang's words were only spoken, and his ancestor and master shook his head: "Win? How is it possible?"

"But it's obviously the senior brother who has the advantage." Hou Xiang was puzzled, but he didn't dare to doubt the judgment of the person he most admired.

"You young people are just too impetuous. If you don't know what to do, you will make judgments too early. I hope you can become mature. The disciples of Zhan Vong hide it well, no wonder you can't see it. . Sword intent is something that you can comprehend at your age."

Old Hou shook his head helplessly, as if he wanted to blame Hou Xiang, but felt that he should not be blamed. It is not that his disciples are not good enough, but that the enemy is too powerful and cunning.

"Sword. Sword Intent?" Hou Xiang's eyes showed enthusiasm and envy.

Hou Lao shook his head again, his great-grandson is just too unmotivated, he thought that the sword intent could stimulate Hou Xiang, but the result was only envy, Hou Lao would rather Hou Xiang be like Hou Bo, there will be jealousy and hatred, this kind of emotion Although it is negative, it can inspire people to move forward.

As Hou Lao said. It's not that Wei Rujing is not good enough, it's just that the opponent is too strong.

Sword cultivators who do not understand the meaning of the sword can only rely on the exquisite swordsmanship to show their prestige below the golden elixir. When the cultivation level goes up, the gap with other monks will gradually be smoothed out, especially when it comes to playing treasures or puppets, poisons and the like, it will be even more disadvantaged.

But if a sword cultivator realizes the sword intent, he must be invincible at the same level. It can even be a small challenge.

For example, the current Wuming is to just turn into a god, and at most can only be regarded as half of the power of a god. He won Wei Rujing, who had already consolidated his spiritual cultivation in the early stage. When Wuming reaches the initial stage of God Transformation, he may also be able to challenge the middle stage of God Transformation.

This is the benefit of comprehending Sword Intent.

"I lost." Wei Rujing was defeated. But still maintained his due demeanor.

Wuming didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. If he loses, he will leave silently. If he wins, he still chooses to silently retreat behind the master.

Zhan Feng's laughter was hearty: "Old Hou, you have been secretly watching for so long, you should also come down and catch up with this old friend of mine. °?"

Hou Lao scolded a bastard in his heart, and blamed Zhanfeng for calling out his existence, so that he could not hide in a high place to take care of him without losing face. Now that he has been called out, he can only show up with Hou Xiang.

"How is it, I'm a good disciple, right?" Zhan Feng grinned as if he didn't keep his mouth shut.

Elder Hou twitched his lips, but he had to give him a yin and yang smile: "The apprentice is not good at learning, thank you Brother Zhan for your advice."

"I don't dare to be, I don't dare to be, I don't have the time to teach him, this matter, my disciple will do it."

I go, you have no shame, people are just modest, you really dare to say it.

Old Hou was so angry that he even forgot his business.

But Lin Xiu didn't forget, she was thinking about Lingshi.

So, I secretly tugged at Zhan Vong's sleeve, and reminded in a low voice: "Bet.

"Oh, yes, this apprentice lost five Poison Valley places to me, ahahaha.

"What? Five quotas? That's not all of our quotas." As soon as Hou Xiang finished speaking, he felt a thorn in his back and quickly shut up, but it was too late.

Elder Hou can't wait to peel off his disciple's skin, but unfortunately, he can't bear it. The older a person is, the more he pays attention to blood kinship. Wei Rujing is excellent, but it is a pity that the blood flowing in his veins is not the Hou family's blood. Elder Hou felt that if he died one day, only Hou Ting and Hou Bo could continue his life and ideals.

Therefore, even knowing that this child Hou Xiang has no city, Elder Hou still loves him like his life. Anyway, as long as it's his descendants, those with a vicious heart can live a long time to protect their family members.

Heartless and heartless, good-chested and no-chengfu will be more filial to him.

Therefore, although Elder Hou and Wei Rujing were embarrassed because of Hou Xiang's words, he would not blame him, but spoiled his great-grandson, pretending to be generous:

"This is a matter between you and Rujing. The bet is what you want from him. I'm not interested in knowing. I believe Rujing is not a person who is willing to gamble and refuse to admit defeat."

Speaking of which, Zhan Fan was once in the White Leaf Sect, and he was indeed a hundred years later than Elder Hou. Although the seniority is the same, the age and entry are different sooner or later, and this Zhan Fan is so talented that he can practice fast, and now he has surpassed his predecessor. .

Elder Hou dared to offend Fourth Young Master, but he definitely did not want to offend Zhan Feng. Because this person is a stinky stone, he will ignore any conspiracy or conspiracy of yours, he is completely like a lunatic. I am a normal person, what do I have to do with a lunatic?

It's just that things are a little weird today. Zhan Vong, the people of the White Leaf Sect have already made a detailed analysis. Zhan Vong is not stupid, but he has no desires and no demands, so he doesn't bother to play tricks with anyone, and it is completely according to his own mind. Do things, and do not care about fame and fortune. Because of this, no matter how crazy or strong Zhan Fan is, everyone thinks that the hob is a piece of meat, and he will have land.

It's just today that it's a little unusual when this war mad with no desires begins to take the initiative to bet.

Wei Rujing had just emerged from the shadow of defeat and had just smoothed out his true qi when he heard the other party begging for spoils.

Wei Rujing already had the urge to curse her mother, but unfortunately Zhan Feng can be shameless, but he, a junior, can't. If he loses face, it will be the face of his master, Elder Hou

Will Zhan Vong lose his master's face? It is estimated that if he wants to lose it, the people of Baiye Sect dare not let him lose, because Zhan Vong's master is the previous sect master of Baiye Sect, that is, the current Sect Master. the grandfather of the Lord. To make Zhan Feng embarrass the master, the entire White Leaf Sect has to follow.

Therefore, the evaluation of Zhan Vong's "hob meat" is worthy of the name. No one dared to say something like humiliating the teacher's sect, and they were afraid that this piece of hob meat would not be afraid of being slapped in the face, but the people of their White Leaf Sect were collectively slapped in the face.

So Wei Rujing was aggrieved, but couldn't refuse, just snorted: "The five places will not be short, but one yard is one yard, and you won the place. "You can't stop me from arresting people."

(Nuo Zhao) Elder Hou wanted to stop Wei Rujing, but he didn't expect this guy to speak in a hurry. Therefore, Elder Hou hurriedly gave Hou Xiang a wink. This child was quite clever, so he hurriedly stepped forward and hit haha:

"Senior brother, misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding, our Houjia Village is fine."

Just as his voice fell, Wei Rujing suddenly felt bad, and before he could get around to it, there was a woo woo woo" cry from the other side.

This cry came at the right time, and there were Zhan Vong and Medical Saint coaxing at the same time.

One roared: "Don't be afraid, as long as I'm here with a sigh of madness. No one wants to take you away from the Blue Stone Pagoda.

The other said in a loving and caring voice, "Don't be wronged, my good granddaughter, Dad will call the shots for you."

Elder Hou and Hou Xiang were both stunned at the same time. They didn't expect that a little girl could lead two big men. One is a shameless hobhead meat, and the other is a medical saint who can mobilize thousands of masters in one sentence. .