Chapter 7898

In Wu Mingsheng's opinion, he got such a magic weapon that he thought that his young disciples under the age of 30 were invincible in the world.

But now, in front of him, the swordsman of Silla suddenly appeared, which taught him a lesson, and let his childish and ridiculous ideas thoroughly Pierce.

It was not only Wu Mingsheng, but also other practitioners who felt bitter in their hearts.

Wu Mingsheng was defeated in the end. In their hearts, they felt very subdued and uncomfortable. The feeling was like that there was a big stone in the Buddha's heart, and there was something breathless on their chest.

Previously, this group of Central Plains practitioners also kept saying that Wu Mingsheng was the first genius of China.

But now, Wu Mingsheng is in the hands of this young swordsman in Silla. He doesn't even have the most basic power to fight back. How can this kind of thing be possible?!

"Hi..."

"If you want me to say that Wu Mingsheng is too useless. He can't support the wall with a pool of mud. It's so disappointing that he can't even beat such a swordsman in Silla."

At this time, many practitioners began to complain about Wu Mingsheng.

After all, they now believe that Wu Mingsheng is so confident that Wu Mingsheng will be able to defeat the powerful enemy in front of him.

"All the elders of Pingyuan Pavilion, the victory is divided. What do you think?"

I saw that the middle-aged swordsman looked at the elders of the plain Pavilion on the stage that day. He could not help but smile and asked.

"Needless to say, I will keep my promise!"

"A spit and a nail, the 25 bottles of pills will naturally be handed over to you."

I saw that the head of the black robed old man, his old face also became very ugly, said.

The old man in black robe really didn't expect that Wu Mingsheng would lose at this critical moment, and he would lose so miserably and lose so little face.

As we all know, Wu Mingsheng has a rare sword in his hand.

However, what the old man in black robe didn't expect was that this young swordsman in Silla also had three generations of ghost singing in his hand, which could ensure that he would not fall behind when he fought with Wu Mingsheng.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

"No hurry, no hurry."

I saw the middle-aged swordsman in Silla. He said with a smile.

However, in this contemptuous smile, it makes many old people in the plain Pavilion feel a little uncomfortable.

"Is there any other trick that such an old man hasn't played?"

At the moment, however, the young swordsman standing on the challenge arena gave a cold smile. Looking at the excited practitioners around, he immediately shrugged his shoulders and showed a very disdainful smile.

"You Chinese are like this. When he worships you, he can hold you up to the sky."

"But once you lose one day, they will not only throw you from the sky to the ground."

"And, one by one, they all want to step forward and kick you, step on you, and trample you into the soil."

"However, what's the future of such a group of villains?"