Chapter Eighty-Nine: Battle Intent Soars into the Sky
Guo Yuanchao naturally has absolute confidence in his own strength.
In his opinion, if this Shan Liang was able to cultivate to the third-grade realm, he must have cultivated frantically every day under the impact of the elixir.
The realm that rushed up in this way is not stable, not solid at all.
Thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground, and the foundation is the most important.
An unstable and unsolid foundation also means that future achievements are limited.
And if all the time is spent on cultivation, how can there be time to cultivate martial arts?
Do you think you can do it with yourself with a casual gesture of two strokes?
Think that if you have more strength, you will be able to compete with yourself?
I don't know how thick the sky is!
That was his only thought.
Shan Liang's previous competition with Sun Ran, he naturally knew about it.
But don't care.
Even Sun Ran of the Kyoto Martial Arts Academy, he didn't pay attention to it at all.
Shan Liang was not in a hurry, slowly took two steps forward, and smiled slightly: "Wait, don't worry, what's the point of a simple competition? β
"What kind of header do you want?"
Guo Yuanchao looked like he was in control, "I know that you are going to have a moth, it doesn't matter, I will convince you today." β
"Haha, looking forward to it. β
Shan Liang laughed twice and said, "I don't have any other moths, let's fight, if I win, you can pass the entrance test for me." If I lose, I will persuade Lu Xiaofei to go to the Martial Arts Academy of the Ministry of War, and ...... Hmm, how about the Iron Buddha's precious broadsword for you?"
Iron Buddha: "???"
Han Han looked confused, you are arguing with you, why did you get involved with me?
"Don't give, don't give, don't give!"
"No one wants to rob me of my broadsword!"
Tie Hanhan looked at Shan Liang and Guo Yuanchao with a vigilant face, holding the thick and bladeless long knife tightly, and shouted loudly.
"Iron Buddha?"
Guo Yuanchao had noticed the existence of the Iron Buddha for a long time, and he hadn't recognized it before, but now when he heard this name, he was stunned for a moment and reacted.
This guy is the grandson of the old principal!
The Iron Buddha was in the Martial Arts Academy of the Ministry of War, and he didn't stay for a long time, and he was always led by Zheng Long.
Guo Yuanchao performs tasks all the year round, is not in the hospital, and has only heard of the Iron Buddha, but does not know it.
Only now do I know that this guy at the peak of the third grade is actually the grandson of the old principal.
"Iron Buddha's big sword, I definitely can't ask for it. Besides, I'm a martial artist who cultivates fist and foot kung fu, what's the use of a big sword?"
Guo Yuanchao shook his head and looked at Shan Liang, as if he was afraid that he would regret it, "Just now that condition is good, as long as you can beat me, I will let you pass." If you lose, you can go wherever you like, and let Lu Xiaofei go to the martial arts academy to practice normally. β
"Okay. Shan Liang smiled brightly.
The way he laughed, he was really handsome.
It was as warm as the sun, so that everyone could see it, and the troubles dissipated a lot unconsciously.
The big knife of the Iron Buddha is naturally a joke.
He took out his mobile phone, shook it, and said, "Do you dare to let me broadcast live?" Oh, I forgot to say, I'm actually still a small anchor on a cockfighting platform. β
"Cockfighting platform?"
Guo Yuanchao frowned slightly, "Grandstanding boy." Looks like that's what you're for. β
Shan Liang smiled but did not speak.
Guo Yuanchao laughed suddenly, his smile was grim and cold: "Since you are willing to humiliate yourself, I naturally have no opinion." β
He instinctively wanted to refuse, but in the blink of an eye, he had already decided to teach this kid a good lesson.
His mother didn't know him if he had to be beaten......
"Good. β
Shan Liang nodded, turned around and turned on the live broadcast on his phone, and handed it to Lu Xiaofei, "You step back a little and turn on the live broadcast." β
"Do you want to do it? Don't be reckless? It doesn't matter if you go to the Martial Arts Academy of the Military Department or not, if we can't do it, we will go to another Martial Arts Academy. β
Zhao Shiya ran over, stretched out her hand and pulled Shan Liang's clothes, and whispered.
Her delicate face, like a flame blooming, was full of worry.
Shan Liang patted her on the shoulder and said confidently: "Don't worry, don't worry about me, see me beat him all over the ground to find teeth." β
Zhao Shiya looked at his eyes stupidly, and nodded subconsciously.
A little fan sister who is alive.
Lu Xiaofei was very unhappy standing aside, looking at Zhao Shiya's plump and explosive figure, her mouth pouted, and she looked aggrieved.
She wanted to run over and push the little goblin away, while scolding her hard, and protecting Shan Liang behind her like a hen protecting her chicks, preventing him from being seduced by the goblin......
But her steps lifted several times, but she didn't take a step.
Lu Xiaofei is a kind-hearted girl after all, and she can't do such a thing.
She silently held her mobile phone, stood behind, and pointed the camera at the martial arts training ground.
Suddenly, everything was accepted.
"Don't be sorry for me, Zhao Shiya, you and this kid are not from the same world, you are a phoenix, sooner or later you will soar high in the sky, this kid is an ugly duckling, destined to die in a pond full of sludge. β
Guo Yuanchao took two steps forward, and his snake-like eyes showed a mocking expression, "Let's start speed, my time is precious." β
"Don't insult Shan Liang! You are the ugly duckling, your whole family is an ugly duckling!"
Zhao Shiya crossed her hands on her hips, stared at Guo Yuanchao with huge beautiful eyes, and threatened fiercely, "As long as you dare to touch a single hair of my Shan Liang, when I am strong in the future, I will definitely let you return it a hundred times!"
"My brother, naturally I will protect you, what's the matter with you?" Lu Xiaofei said silently in her heart.
Guo Yuanchao didn't look at her: "Ridiculous, naΓ―ve." β
The candidates on the side, looking at Zhao Shiya's appearance, were full of envy and jealousy.
With the company of beauties, standing up so much, three lives are fortunate!
"Stand farther away and stand with your brother or Lu Xiaofei. β
Shan Liang said a word to Zhao Shiya, and then turned his head to look at Guo Yuanchao, "Teacher Guo, come on." β
As he spoke, his momentum kept rising.
When it reaches its peak, it is turbulent and surging like a rolling wave.
Standing in front of Guo Yuanchao, he didn't fall behind at all.
At the same time, a terrifying war spirit erupted.
High-spirited, soaring into the sky.
"Huh?"
Guo Yuanchao's face changed instantly, and he looked down on him and disappeared suddenly.
If a master makes a move, you can roughly distinguish the opponent's strength just by breath.
This Shan Liang, the breath is long, the momentum is surging, where is it like a silver spear wax rod head that simply impacts cultivation?
It's clear that he is a battle-hardened powerhouse!
"Teacher Guo, you're welcome!"
He laughed and pointed his right palm together like a knife, and jerked forward.
Eighteen Holy Hands!
The third type, cry when you sing a long song!
Between the swings of the palm knife, it split into three, almost piercing the air, and let out a whimpering and mournful sound.
Take the upper, middle and lower three ways directly.
The palm knife is virtual and real, making it difficult to distinguish between reality.
As soon as the connoisseur stretches out his hand, he will know if there is one.
Guo Yuanchao's face changed again.
Strong!
The strength of this young man was beyond his expectations!