After learning about Sun Mo's ability, Yang Shengren and Hu Yasheng were completely stunned.

Twenty-eight-year-old Sun Mo, if he can really get the title of eight-star famous teacher, then he will create a new record.

There is no one who has been sure before, and there is basically no one who will come after.

"Other famous teachers, when they are promoted to five stars at the age of fifty, they can be called geniuses, but you are good, you can no longer be described as geniuses. ”

Yang Shizhan was envious, although he was now a saint, he was already more than six hundred years old, and he had three hundred years left to live at most.

It may seem like a long time, but if you want to make a career, it's not enough.

Sun Mo is different, even if he becomes a saint at the age of 100, with his qualifications, how can he live to be 1,000 years old, right? Nine hundred years is enough time for him to consume other saints and become the number one saint in Kyushu.

What a glory that is!

Hu Xingjiang didn't have such messy thoughts, because there was only admiration left in his heart.

Sun Mo smiled, not caring much about these titles.

"When the Battle of Heroes is over, I will go and take the license of a refining grandmaster, and then make the Lingzi calculator as soon as possible. ”

Sun Mo looked at the little purse: "Ziqi, you come to be my assistant!"

"Hmm!"

Li Ziqi couldn't ask for it.

After guaranteeing the title of Seven Stars, Sun Mo decided to be lazy, give lessons to the gourd babies in the morning and evening, and then watch the game.

In fact, Sun Mo wanted to go to the Qinglou Chu Pavilion in the city to have a look, but Lu Zhiruo's little tail kept following, so he couldn't find an excuse to flash people.

"Trouble!"

Sun Mo is depressed, can't he take a female student to snuggle up to the red Yicui, right?

That one's own reputation is absolutely rotten.

Fortunately, in the finals of the Yingjie Battle, every game was very good-looking, which made up for Sun Mo's injured heart.

The schedule of this year's finals is divided into two halves, with 32 people in each semi-district, and is divided into four groups, with four people in each group, and the winner of the same group will face off again until the first group is decided.

In fact, it was not so complicated in the past, but who let this year, five of Sun Mo's students enter the finals.

In the past, the most time, that is, the three personal disciples of the same saint entered the decisive circle, and it can be said that Sun Mo broke the record again.

The referee arranged the schedule this way, not to take care of Sun Mo's students, but to treat them equally.

On a sunny morning, a fierce battle was raging in the ring in the central square of the city.

Xuanyuan broke the silver gun in white clothes, and his moves were sharp and chic, which caused bursts of applause from the audience.

When the audience watches the game, they like this kind of offensive player, because they are hot enough, hot-blooded, and gorgeous, and if anyone shrinks, even if they win, they will be applauded by the audience.

The spear is like a dragon, turning the clouds and rain, Xuanyuan is expressionless, his face is cold like a robot, and every shot he takes has reached the extreme.

Finally, his opponent could not withstand this onslaught, and a flaw appeared, and the battle ghost immediately grabbed it and launched a brilliant attack.

The opponent was invincible, and suddenly he jumped back, opening up a distance of more than ten meters, and just when he thought he was temporarily safe and could take a breath, Xuanyuan Po's lore arrived.

A Thousand Miles to the Moon!

Swish!

The silver spear burst out, like a meteor piercing the night sky, pierced the opponent's chest, and the huge impact carried him off the ring.

As soon as Xuanyuan Po grabbed his right hand, the silver spear flew back into his hand as if it was dragged by an invisible force.

"Take!"

After Xuanyuan broke the salute, he jumped out of the ring, without waiting for the referee to declare him victorious.

In fact, he wasn't interested in the rules, he just wanted to fight, and if the referee hadn't allowed it, he really wanted to stand in the ring and keep trying.

Soon, it was Xian Yuwei's turn.

"Little junior sister, come on!"

The Taiwanese language hall is encouraged.

The simple grassland girl is very popular among the teachers, and everyone does not look down on her because she is a barbarian.

"Hmm!"

Xian Yuwei went to the ring.

Her opponent was a tall young man, and the weapon he used was a pair of copper hammers, the size of a watermelon, weighing hundreds of catties.

"Little lady, where's your weapon?"

Niu Gao sniffed, saw Xian Yuwei's bare hands, and frowned a little.

"I don't use weapons!"

Xian Yuwei faced each other with her fists and slammed it hard: "I practice boxing!"

“......”

Niu Gao swallowed a mouthful of saliva and persuaded him with good words: "Can you do it? Why don't you abstain? I'm really afraid that I will kill you with a hammer!"

The audience also made noise.

It's really two people, in terms of body shape and appearance, the gap is a bit big, this young man named Niu Gao is really stronger than a yak.

"Little lady, I can eat twenty catties of beef in one meal, you can't win me!"

Niu Gao is still persuading.

"Thank you, but the teacher is watching from below, I can die, but I can't lose!"

Xian Yuwei's expression was serious.

"Why is his teacher so ruthless? He also values fame and fortune too much, right?"

"That's it, it's really inappropriate to let such a beautiful girl sacrifice her life to fight. ”

"Shhh, you don't want to die, her personal teacher is Sun Mo, the famous Hand of God, the Great Grandmaster of Spirit Pattern!"

Among the onlookers, some of the audience obviously just came, and they didn't know Xian Yuwei's origin, and after hearing other people's popular science, their faces suddenly changed.

Sun Mo is the teacher of Li Ziqi, the empress of the Tang Dynasty, he can't scold indiscriminately, Sun Mo doesn't care, but Li Ziqi cares, what if he makes trouble for himself?

Some dignitaries and nobles, when they heard Xian Yuwei say that Sun Mo was coming, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they were ready to pay a visit with a heavy gift when they were ready to finish today's game.

It would be better if he could take in his own children.

"Well, I'll try not to kill you!"

Niu Gao looked like he was thinking about Xian Yuwei, but after the referee shouted to start, he directly rushed into Xian Yuwei and pounced on Xian Yuwei.

"Die!"

Niu Gao's war hammer was raised high and smashed into Xian Yuwei's head.

As long as you squeeze into the top ten, there will be a huge amount of bonuses, so all Niu Gao's performances just now are to paralyze the opponent.

King Kong is not bad!

A little gold paint appeared on Xian Yuwei's eyebrows, and then quickly spread all over her body, making her look like a little golden man.

Then the Prairie girl threw her fist.

Bang!

The Golden Fist and Warhammer collided with a deafening sound, and then the Warhammer snorted and flew away.

"Get out of the way!"

Watching the hammer fall, the crowd panicked.

"Huh?"

Niu Gao was dumbfounded, where is my hammer? And the hard touch just now made his whole arm numb, and he couldn't use his strength for a while.

Call!

Xian Yuwei's heavy punch came with the sound of breaking wind.

"I abstain!"

The cow shouted and raised his hands.

Call!

The golden fist stopped in front of Niu Gao, the fist was as sharp as a steel knife, and Niu Gao's cheeks were painful.

"Oh my God, what kind of weird power is this girl? It's a good thing I abstained in time, otherwise if I had been punched, my brain would have spilled all over the ring. ”

Niu Gao found that his pants were a little wet.