The black prison was stunned for a moment, in the hearts of the God of War teammates, the competition was a life-and-death fight, there was no distinction 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 a decent Huashan disciple of martial arts after all, and he didn't seem to have heard of any notoriety from him, so he could distinguish between high and low, not life and death.

But if you are superior, you have to fight it too.

Since he wants to fight, why does Fan Hao have to ask how to compare!

"Whatever you want. After being stunned for a moment, the black prison waved his big hand and smiled.

Fan Hao didn't answer, he glanced at a wooden stick the size of a small arm not far away, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the next second, there was a flower in everyone's eyes, Fan Hao suddenly took out his sword, and where the sword light flashed, the wooden stick flew up.

In the next second, everyone looked at it, and the wooden stick had been cut into several sections, each of which stood on the sword body, as stable as Mount Tai.

"One, two, three...... Eight!" Many of the second generations of Changshi Fu counted in unison, no more, no less, exactly eight sections.

In the blink of an eye, the stick was cut into eight sections, each of which was about the same length, and it was still standing on the sword.

Quick, fucking fast!

All of a sudden, there was a wave of applause in the hall, and the female guests suddenly became.

After Fan Hao showed his hand, he held the long sword in his hand, standing still, and under the light of the hall, he did have a bit of free and easy bearing.

"You...... Are you chopping wood?" asked the Black Prison coldly as everyone applauded.

Is it good for people's swordsmanship, then how can it be said to be chopping wood!

No emotion, just look at this big man is a moodless person!

Everyone secretly complained.

If the black prison knew about everyone's complaints, he would definitely shout that he was wronged, Nima's, is it unsentimental if Lao Tzu likes men, don't beat him to death with a stick.

Peng Yuqin laughed out loud when she heard this, and then realized something, and quickly covered her mouth, other people's competitions are such serious and sacred things, how can you laugh casually, you can't laugh out loud if you want to laugh.

Beauty, are they all so capricious!

After Chu Jiang saw it, his expression remained unchanged, but he secretly muttered in his heart, 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 to say that Fan Hao is a disciple of Huashan's inner room, and it is easy to get the true inheritance, and that Shaolin disciple should be an outdoor disciple, embroidering his legs with fists, just perform it, and if he really moves, Chu Jiang will knock him down as soon as he casually makes a move.

The sect has been passed down orally for thousands of years, and due to its age, some things may have been lost, but after all, a lot of essence has been retained. As long as these sects can bring out their essence, they are already dazzling enough.

But these essence parts can't be snooped on by non-indoor disciples.

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 the performances of outdoor disciples, and real indoor disciples are not easy to participate in any performances.

This is true of Shaolin, this is true of Wudang, and the same is true of other sects!

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

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

Except for Chujiang Black Prison and Luo Shuai, everyone today is almost the first time to witness Huashan swordsmanship, and to witness martial arts that seem to only exist in martial arts books and martial arts movies and television.

The three views of the second generation of Changshi rich began to be subverted, and their hearts were shocked except for shock.

The sons of the three wealthy families secretly showed a smug smile, the master of the authentic sect is powerful, if it is not a wooden stick under the sword, it is a person, let alone breaking seven or eight sections, at least it will be cut in seven or eight places.

Peng Yuqin smiled, but she sweated for the black prison in her heart, the black prison was empty-handed, what could she do to compete with the Huashan disciples, and even she began to blame Chu Jiang, facing an opponent with a long sword, why not let Luo Shuai, who had a dagger in his hand?

"Chop wood, chop your sister!" Fan Hao heard the sarcasm of the black prison, raised his eyebrows, and became angry, so his wrist trembled slightly, and his internal strength was everywhere, and the eight wooden sticks floated up, flying all over the sky.

When everyone was stunned, Fan Hao's sword moved again, only to see the sword light flashing, and the wooden sticks in the sky were gone.

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

"Good!"

"Awesome!"

"Oba!"

The rich second generation of Changshi couldn't help but applaud, and the female guests began to scream.

Fan Hao was fascinated by what he heard, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his posture remained the same, because he saw a female guest taking pictures.

"Boss, how much is a string of rock sugar gourds?" When Fan Hao was intoxicated with applause, the black prison once again smiled innocently, grinned, and asked matter-of-factly.

"Poof!" Although Peng Yuqin knew that he couldn't be willful anymore, he couldn't help laughing, because Chu Jiang's brother was too funny - people gather like others, Chu Jiang is such a bastard, of course his brother is also a bastard!

The disciples of Huashan have been cultivating on the mountain for many years, and it is rare to have the opportunity to show their skills, especially there are many female guests here.

People perform well, and the female guests are also nymphomaniacs, how can this bastard's brother be so indiscriminate, such a mastery, or such an elegant art, has become a rock sugar gourd in his mouth.

Can a rock sugar gourd be so shocking?

How much is a string, a string of your sister!

Don't talk about Fan Hao, even after Peng Yuqin sneered, she had to be upset for Fan Hao, and she couldn't help but burst into foul language.

"What kind of ability is it to be quick to speak, there is a kind of you who also perform one!" Fan Hao said angrily.

"I ...... Without a sword, even if I had a sword, I couldn't do it. The Black Prison still smiled and said frankly, as if he was about to admit defeat.

"Then you give me a kowtow, and I can let you go. Fan Hao's wrist trembled slightly, and the eight-section wooden stick flew away, and then he pointed at the black prison and smiled arrogantly. Nima's, since I can't do it, I dared to tease Lao Tzu just now, if I don't force this black guy to kowtow, I will be a disciple of Huashan in vain.

The second generation of Changshi rich began to sigh, a wealthy family is a wealthy family, and they are all masters of Huashan if they find a bodyguard casually, these people dare to come to smash the field, they are really tired!

"I don't have a sword, but I can defeat you in one move, or even kill you. The black prison said word by word, the simple smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a cold smile, which made people feel numb immediately, and there seemed to be a cool breeze blowing on his back, cold and cold.

Because Chu Jiang told him that this competition is only about superiority, regardless of 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.