Chapter 880

The black prison was stunned. In the hearts of Ares' teammates, the competition was a fight to the death. There was no difference between high and low, only life and death.

Chu Jiang's advice just now, in fact, told the black prison that the other party was, after all, a righteous Huashan disciple in the Wulin, and he didn't seem to have heard of his bad name. He could be ranked high, not life or death.

But if you have a high score, you should also fight.

Since you want to fight, why should fan Hao ask how to compete!

"Whatever you want." After the black prison was stunned, he waved his hand and smiled foolishly.

Fan Hao did not answer, glanced at a small arm sized stick not far away, and a cold smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

The next second, a flower in everyone's eyes, fan Hao suddenly out of the sword, sword light flashed, the stick flew up.

In the next second, everyone looked intently. The stick had been cut into several sections, and each section stood on the sword, as stable as Mount Tai.

"One, two, three... Eight!" Many of the second generation of Changshi rich counted in unison, no more, no less, exactly eight quarters.

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

Come on, his mother!

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

After fan Hao showed his hand, he held the sword in his hand and stood still. Under the light of the hall, he really had a free and easy bearing.

"Are you... Cutting firewood?" The black prison asked coldly when everyone applauded.

How can it be said that someone's swordsmanship is superb? How can it be said to be cutting firewood!

No mood. At first glance, this big man is a person without mood!

Everyone secretly roast.

If the black prison knows the people's roast, it will certainly shout that it is wronged. NIMA's, don't you beat me to death if I like men.

Peng Yuqin laughed when she heard the speech, and then realized something. She quickly covered her mouth. The competition was so serious and sacred. How can you laugh casually? You can't laugh if you want to laugh.

Beauty, are they all so wayward!

Chu Jiang looked at it, his expression unchanged, but his heart murmured secretly. It seems that this Huashan disciple is still a little expected, unlike the Shaolin disciple who performed at Lu Yunfei's charity banquet.

This is not to say that Huashan is more powerful than Shaolin, but that fan Hao is an inner disciple of Huashan, and it is easy to get real inheritance; And that Shaolin disciple should be an outdoor disciple. He can perform with fists and legs. If he really moves his hand, Chu Jiang will knock him down with a casual shot.

Kouer has inherited the sect for thousands of years. Because of its long history, some things may have been lost, but after all, it retains a lot of essence. As long as these sects can give full play to their essence, it is dazzling enough.

But these essence parts, non indoor disciples can't peek.

This was true hundreds of years ago, and it is true now.

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

This is true of Shaolin, Wudang and other sects!

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

In fact, where there are people, there is Jianghu, and where there are martial arts, there is Wulin.

Except for Chu Jiang black prison and Luo Shuai, almost everyone today witnessed Huashan sword technique for the first time. They witnessed martial arts that seemed to exist only in martial arts books and martial arts films and TV series.

The Three Outlooks of the second generation of rich people in Changshi began to overturn, and their hearts were not only shocked, but also shocked.

The princes of the three rich families secretly showed a proud smile. The masters of the authentic sect are powerful. If the sword is not a stick, but a person, let alone seven or eight sections, at least they will be cut in seven or eight places.

Peng Yuqin smiled, but she was sweating for the black prison. The black prison was empty handed. What to compare with Huashan disciples? Even she began to blame Chu Jiang. In the face of an opponent with a long sword, why not let Luo Shuai with a dagger go on?

"Chop firewood? Chop your sister!" Fan Hao was angry when he heard the irony of the black prison, so his wrist trembled slightly, and his internal strength was everywhere. Eight wooden sticks floated up and danced all over the sky.

When everyone was stunned, fan Hao's sword moved again. The light of the sword flashed, and the wooden sticks all over the sky disappeared.

When the people looked at it again, eight wooden sticks were pierced by the sword one by one. The strength and speed of the hand were more than twice as difficult as the hand just now.

"Good!"

"Awesome!"

"Ouba!"

The rich second generation in Changshi couldn't help applauding, and the female guests began to scream.

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

"Boss, how much is a string of candied haws?" When fan Hao was intoxicated with the applause, the black prison once again asked with a simple smile and a big grin.

"Pooh!" Although Peng Yuqin knew that she couldn't be willful anymore, she couldn't help laughing, because Chu Jiang's brother was too funny - people get together like birds. Chu Jiang is such an asshole, and his brother is such an asshole, of course!

People's Huashan disciples, who have practiced on the mountain for many years, rarely have the opportunity to show their unique skills, especially there are many female guests here.

They performed well, and the female guests were also crazy. How could this bastard's brother be so indiscriminate? Such unique knowledge, or such elegant art, turned out to be the ice sugar gourd in his mouth.

Can ice sugar gourd be so shocking?

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

Don't mention fan Hao. Even after Peng Yuqin puffed and laughed, he would also feel aggrieved for fan Hao, and he couldn't help but swear.

"What kind of skill is it to show your tongue quickly? You can also perform one!" Fan Hao said angrily.

"I... don't have a sword. Even if I have a sword, I can't do it." The black prison still smiled foolishly and frankly, giving people the feeling as if they were about to admit defeat.

"Then knock your head and I can let you go." Fan Hao's wrist trembled slightly, and eight wooden sticks flew away. Then he pointed to the black prison and laughed arrogantly. Nima's, since I can't do it, I dare to tease Lao Tzu just now. If I don't force this black guy to kowtow, I'll be a disciple of Huashan in vain.

The second generation of rich people in Changshi began to feel that a rich family is a rich family. They casually found a bodyguard, and all of them are Huashan masters. These people dared to smash the court. It's really tiring!

"Although I don't have a sword, I can defeat you or even kill you in one move." The black prison said word by word, and the simple smile on his face disappeared in an instant. Instead, it was a cold smile. At first glance, his scalp immediately became numb, and there seemed to be a cool wind blowing on his back, which was cold.

Because Chu Jiang told me that this competition is only about high and low, no matter life or 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.