"In fact, you have good aptitude. It's just that you can't exert the real power of this sword without some experience. As long as you fight with more people and have more practical experience, you will become stronger and stronger." Gu Fenghua's "good hearted" consolation.

"You don't have to comfort me. I know that no matter how strong I am, I'm not your opponent." Zhong Lingxiu shook her head and threw away the tears from the corner of her eyes. She said with a sad smile.

The more proud a person is, the more likely he is to fall back once he is hit. Zhong Lingxiu is a typical example.

"No, you are wrong. The strongest thing for a real strong man is not talent, but the heart of a strong man who never gives up. Only dare to face the dripping blood, dare to face the bleak life, in order to become a real strong Of course, Gu Fenghua would not give up. He continued to exhort him. By the way, he took out the famous aphorism that he didn't know where.

"It's too bleak to face." Unfortunately, this famous aphorism also lost its effect, Zhong Lingxiu is still half dead.

It seems that this guy is really hit too badly, good advice has no effect, can only be a powerful medicine.

"Zhong Lingxiu, don't forget that you are the strong one of emperor shengqipin, and don't forget that you are the descendants of the Zhong family. Don't you know how much the Zhong family has paid for your cultivation today? By the way, there is also your school. Although I don't know your school heritage, your master must have paid countless efforts for your cultivation. Ask yourself, are you worthy of their painstaking efforts to abandon yourself Gu Fenghua's "righteous indignation" reprimand.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry for them and let them down." Zhong Lingxiu is ashamed and remorseful.

In fact, not only the Zhong family, but also the master, even the elder martial brothers and sisters, have devoted countless efforts to her. Otherwise, how could she have the cultivation of the seventh grade of emperor Saint at a young age, and how could she understand the ancient and modern sword skills.

"Just know, get up, show your courage, show your confidence, fight with me!" See she also know guilt, Gu Fenghua finally relieved, strike while the iron is hot said.

"No, I can't Unfortunately, she is doomed to be disappointed, Zhong Lingxiu is still half dead lying on the ground, the boring said.

"You..." said for a long time, all in vain, Gu Fenghua was furious.

"Don't say anything. Don't worry. I'll keep my promise and follow you from now on." Zhong Lingxiu said.

Gu Fenghua is really crazy. Although it's really good to have a gold medalist of the seventh grade of emperor saint with her, what she wants more is to break the seal of blood. Compared with completely mastering the powerful power of blood, what is a follower of the seventh grade of emperor saint?

"Well, you don't fight, do you? I'll fight!" Gu Fenghua raised a long sword, in the heart secretly cruel: if you don't fight, then I force you to fight, I don't believe you don't fight back.

"What are you doing?" Seeing Gu Fenghua's gnashing teeth, Zhong Lingxiu was startled.

It's not the first time for them to fight each other. Gu Fenghua's calm and calm atmosphere has already left a deep impression on her, and even made her appreciate it secretly. This is the first time to see Gu Fenghua's impatient appearance.

"Nonsense." Gu Feng doesn't say much any more, but cuts out with one sword.

Although Zhong Lingxiu was deeply hit, he lost all his confidence and even felt that living in the world was meaningless, but he didn't really want to die and instinctively turned over to avoid it.