Chapter 330

Frowning tightly, none of the people present spoke, and the scene suddenly fell into absolute silence, dead silence.

After waiting for a long time, the first person on the right murmured, "then master, can you introduce to your subordinates how terrible this great Xia is? What's his strength?"

"This..."

The turbid eyes kept shaking. After pondering a little, the old man opened his mouth lightly: "well, I'll fight with him twice!"

oh twice? So what happened?

Hearing the key questions, the people all stood upright and looked at the old man attentively.

The old man's withered old hand kept shaking. He seemed to be in great pain and didn't speak for a long time.

As soon as they saw it, they knew that the two battles were definitely two wars that shocked the world and cried ghosts and gods. The master was deeply hit and didn't want to recall.

But that's why people are more curious.

Looking at these burning eyes, the old man thought for a long time before he spit out turbid qi and murmured, "I didn't win the first war!"

Well, the great Xia is really powerful. He can defeat his master in the first war. No wonder the master is deeply afraid of him.

However, his master is intelligent, has many means, and is quite strange. One defeat is nothing. The second world war can certainly be saved.

Thinking so, the people stared at the old man more curiously, but only heard the old man hold it for a long time and said, "he didn't lose the second world war!"

Poof!

A mouthful of old blood almost didn't come out. Everyone present couldn't help scratching their heads and feigning under their hearts.

Why don't you just say that you lost two wars?

What is the difference between World War I and World War II? It seems that World War II has turned defeat into victory. Is this a different outcome.

Shaking their heads in tears and laughter, the people looked at each other and tacitly knew that this was the master's consideration of his face. He was embarrassed to say that he had been defeated, so he announced his victory in such tactful words.

However, hearing the result, everyone present was even more shocked.

Their master is a first-class master in the world. There are only a few strong people in the world who can compete with their master. Those who can defeat their masters are even rare, and they may not be able to defeat them in every war.

But this great Xia, who is sacred, won both wars with their master?

For a moment, everyone at the scene sank down, and some people couldn't help asking, "master, what is this man capable of defeating you? Also, after a few moves, he narrowly defeated your master?"

"Yes, master, how many moves did you take with him? 300 moves, 500 moves, or thousands of moves? He must have played for three days and three nights. Finally, he saw the master that you were weak and lucky to win?"

The people stared at the old man with shining eyes and thought that the result must be like this. Even if the man could win their master, he must have won only half of his moves.

After all, the winner is just a thought.

Their master is also old. Over time, he will certainly fall into the disadvantage. No wonder.

Just in the face of the expectant eyes of these men who revered him very much, the old man was flushed, blushed, trembling and raised a finger.

The teeth rattled, but it was difficult to speak.

"A hundred moves?"

When they saw this, they were surprised: "this man can defeat the master in a hundred moves. His strength is really terrible!"

Without speaking, the old man's lips trembled and he was embarrassed to speak.

But soon, a big man in the back row suddenly stood up and shouted, "Yin Luosha, don't fart your mother's dog. The master is strong. How can he lose to others within a hundred moves? The meaning of the master's finger clearly means that it is difficult to maintain physical strength after a thousand moves, and he was defeated accidentally. Right, master?"

"Really, master?"

The man looked at the old man attentively, and the rest of the people looked at him with expectation.

The old man was stared at by so many hot eyes, his heart almost jumped out, and he was very ashamed on his face, but finally he breathed out and said with hatred: "well, don't guess. I wasn't defeated by his 100 moves or 1000 moves, but... One move."

Ah?

At this moment, all the people present were dumbfounded, opened their mouths, stared and looked at the old man strangely.

A move?

No, you're always knocked down by that great Xia? Who the hell is he? So awesome? Is it still human?

The core backbone of the black soul cult present all stared at him in disbelief, and their eyes were almost jumping out. The old man was ashamed of his old face, but he still bit his teeth and began to scratch his head. "Yes, January," he said. "The old man was beaten seriously by the other side. He had been raised for a month before he got better. This is the result of the empty fight. If the face is against him, the old man is probably dead."

WOW!

For a moment, the whole venue was noisy, and everyone looked shocked and inexplicable. I couldn't believe it was true. Could there be such a powerful peerless expert in the world?

"Be quiet!"

Looking at their flustered appearance, the old man's face sank, immediately shouted a loud drink, shocked them, and then said in earnest: "I could have saved my face by not telling you about it. However, the enemy we are facing this time is really terrible. If you despise the enemy at all, you will end up hitting the stone with an egg."

"So I'll let go of my old face and tell you clearly. Don't do anything stupid. Even if we go together, we will never be the opponent of the monster, so we must be careful, okay?"

"Er... Yes, master!"

The body was slightly sluggish. After the people recovered their calm, they bowed down to the old man, and their hearts were still a little warm.

Their master, afraid that they might overestimate their strength, went to settle accounts with the great Xia, but even the scandal that they were defeated by a move was published. It's very considerate.

Of course, they also knew in their hearts that their master did not care about them. They were just afraid that they would all die and that no one in the black soul sect would be available.

So let them make less unnecessary sacrifices!

As soon as they thought about this, they pondered for a while and asked, "well, master, since you were so embarrassed for the first time, you should already know the gap between yourself and the other party. How can you have the courage to fight with others for the second time?"

Huh?

He glared at them, and the old man couldn't help saying, "you mean I don't deserve to play with him for the second time, do you?"

"Er, no, no, no, the master's divine skill is unparalleled and invincible..."

"Enough!"

The head shook like a rattle. Everyone worshipped and flattered, but it was soon interrupted by the old man's angry drink.

At this time, their flattery is more like a mockery in the old man's ears.

What is invincible? I just said that I was attacked by... Alas!