Chapter 880

Black prison a Leng, in the heart of Ares team-mates, competition is a life and death fight, no points high and low, only points life and death.

Chu Jiang's advice just now actually told the black prison that he was a decent Huashan disciple of the Wulin, and he didn't seem to have heard of his bad reputation. He could be divided into high and low, not between life and death.

But if you have a high score, you have to fight.

Since he wants to fight, why should fan Hao ask how to compete!

"Whatever you want." Black prison after a Leng, put a big hand, a smile.

Fan Hao did not answer. He glanced at a wooden stick the size of a small arm not far away, and his mouth began to smile coldly.

The next second, in everyone's eyes, fan Hao suddenly put out his sword. Where the sword light flashed, the stick flew.

In the next second, the people fixed their eyes and saw that the stick had been cut into several sections, and each section was standing on the sword, as steady as Mount Tai.

"One, two, three Eight Many of the second generation of Changshi rich people have counted in unison, not many, just eight.

In the blink of an eye, the stick was cut into eight sections, and each section was almost the same length, and it had to stand on the sword.

Come on, it's damn fast!

For a moment, the hall was full of applause, and the female guests suddenly became flower lovers.

Fan haolu, holding a sword in his hand, stood still. Under the light of the hall, he really had some free and easy bearing.

"You Are you cutting wood? " The black prison, however, asked coldly while the crowd applauded.

How can it be said to be firewood cutting!

No mood, a look at this big man is a person without mood!

all of them secretly make complaints about it. Lao Tzu, if

knows the public's Tucao voice, he will make complaints about it. Nima, Lao Tzu love men. They don't have any emotional appeal. Don't kill them with one stick.

Peng Yuqin laughed at the words, then realized something, and quickly covered his mouth. The competition is so serious and sacred. How can you laugh casually? You can't laugh if you want to.

Beauty, are they all so willful!

Chu Jiang's face remained unchanged, but he murmured in his heart. It seems that this Huashan disciple is not like the Shaolin disciple who performed at Lu Yunfei's charity banquet.

This is not to say that Huashan is more powerful than Shaolin, but to say that fan Hao is an inner disciple of Huashan, who can easily get real inheritance; and that Shaolin disciple should be an outdoor disciple, who can perform HuaQuan and embroider legs. If you really start, Chu Jiang will knock him down with a free hand. The mouth of

has been handed down for thousands of years. Because of its long history, maybe some things have been lost, but after all, they retain a lot of essence. As long as these factions can bring their essence into full play, they are enough to dazzle.

but these elite parts can't be pried by non disciples.

It was hundreds of years ago, and it is now.

When we travel to Shaolin and other holy places, the performances we see are actually performed by outdoor disciples. Real indoor disciples are not easy to participate in any performances.

This is true of Shaolin, Wudang and other schools!

So over time, in most eyes, the so-called ancient martial arts only exist in martial arts books, and now the numerous schools are just a commercial gimmick.

In fact, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are martial arts, there are martial arts.

In addition to Chujiang black prison and Luo Shuai, almost everyone today witnessed Huashan swordsmanship for the first time. It seems that it only exists in martial arts books and martial arts movies.

The Three Outlooks of the second generation of Chang Shi Fu began to overturn, and their hearts were shocked.

The childe of three rich families secretly showed a proud smile. The master of the orthodox school is powerful. If the sword is not a stick, it's a person, let alone seven or eight knots, at least seven or eight cuts will be made.

Peng Yuqin laughs, but she is sweating for the black prison. The black prison is empty handed. How can she compete with Huashan disciples? Even she begins to blame Chujiang. Facing the opponent with a long sword, why not let Luo Shuai with a dagger go up?

"Cutting wood? Cut your sister! " Fan Hao was angry when he heard the irony of the black prison. His wrist trembled slightly and his inner strength was everywhere. The eight section stick floated up and all over the sky.

When the crowd was stunned, fan Hao's sword moved again. The light of the sword flashed by, and the wooden stick disappeared.

When the crowd looked at it again, the eight section stick was pierced one by one by the sword. The strength and speed of the hand were more than twice as difficult as that of the hand just now.

"Good!"

"Great

"Europa!"

The second generation of the rich in Changshi could not help clapping, and the female guests began to scream.

Fan Hao was intoxicated, his mouth slightly raised, his posture unchanged, because he saw a female guest taking photos.

"Boss, how much is a string of iced sugar gourds?" When fan Hao was intoxicated with applause, the black prison once again asked with a simple smile and a big grin."Poof Although Peng Yuqin knew that he couldn't be willful any more, he couldn't help laughing, because Chujiang was too funny - people gathered together by class. Chujiang is such a jerk, and his brother is also such a jerk!

Some Huashan disciples have been practicing in the mountains for many years, so they rarely have a chance to show their unique skills. Especially there are many young guests here.

They performed well, and the female guests were also obsessed. How could this bastard's brother be so different? Such a unique skill, or such an elegant art, turned out to be the icing sugar gourd in his mouth.

Can ice sugar gourd be so powerful?

How much is a string? A string of your sister!

Not to mention fan Hao, even after Peng Yuqin chuckles, he has to be unfair to fan Hao, and he can't help being rude.

"It's no skill to be quick at talking. If you have the guts, you can perform one!" Fan Hao said angrily.

"I Without a sword, even if I have a sword, I can't do it. " Black prison is still a simple smile, frank way, give people the feeling as if to admit defeat.

"Then you kowtow to me, I can let you go." Fan Hao's wrist trembled slightly, and the eight section stick flew away. Then he pointed to the black prison and laughed arrogantly. Nima, since I can't do it, I dare to tease Laozi just now. If I don't force this black guy to kowtow, I will be a disciple of Huashan.

The second generation of Changshi rich people began to feel that a rich family is a rich family. They just want to find a bodyguard. They are all Huashan experts. These people dare to smash the court. They are really tired of living!

"Although I don't have a sword, I can defeat you or even kill you in one move." Black prison word by word, the face of the simple smile disappeared, replaced by a cold smile, people see, scalp immediately numb, back seems to have a cool wind blowing, cold.

Because Chu Jiang had told us that this competition was only about the superior and inferior, regardless of life and death. Otherwise, the original words of the black prison should be: Although I don't have a sword, I can kill you in one move.