[69 Book Bar - www.] Yang Huiming carefully looked at Xiao Fang who was constantly changing positions on the competition stage. The handsome figures made her heart solemn. She could not tell which one was Xiao Fang from these figures.
Fang's true form. She simply closed her eyes. Seeing this change, Xiao Fang nodded secretly. This woman was indeed not a vase.
Yang Huiming closed her eyes and carefully felt the changes in the surrounding sounds. Sure enough, such a large-scale running sound was unavoidable. On the left, she suddenly heard a sound coming from her left. She pointed her left hand toward the left.
The sound came from a palm, "Boom——", and then the same "Boom——". In the eyes of other warriors below with strength below level 5, it seemed that there were countless Xiaos attacking Yang Huiming.
, or fists, or palms, or feet, which made them dazzled.
"That's awesome!"
"Yes, yes, I can't even see Xiao Fang's true identity clearly!"
"It's too fast. I don't know when I can do this."
"The talent of this descendant of Hidden Sword Pavilion can be said to be outstanding among his peers. It seems that the guy from Qingjian has a successor." Zhang Zhongzhe, who was sitting below, smiled happily.
"Master, how strong is this Xiao Fang? I feel that his strength is definitely above mine, and by a lot." Zhou Tianming frowned and said.
"Haha, keep reading. You will know how much he weighs. Do you still remember the young man in black yesterday?" Zhang Zhongzhe asked with a smile. After seeing Zhou Tianming nodding, he added, "That young man in black."
His strength is so high that it can be said that he has reached the pinnacle among the younger generation. Except for that brat, I guess no one can be his opponent."
After Zhou Tianming listened to his master's words, his heart was filled with turmoil. This young man in black who suddenly appeared from an unknown sect was so powerful. But thinking about the two moves he used yesterday, he no longer had any
He is confident that he can take any of these moves, not to mention that he seems to have not used his true strength. I really don’t know where a young warrior like himself ranks in the spiritual world. Zhou Tianming can’t help but feel a little small.
Lost for a moment.
"Tianming, what we martial arts practitioners value is talent and hard work. Don't envy other people's talents. As long as you work hard, your future martial arts achievements will definitely be better than those of your master. The master was still there when he was your age.
4 and 5 levels are hovering on the edge. So this time the master takes you to participate in this martial arts tournament. The purpose is to let you better understand your own shortcomings and find ways to make up for these shortcomings. In one, let’s get to know the people in the spiritual world.
Young talents, such as those on the top ten youth rankings, they are the goals you want to surpass." Zhang Zhongzhe enlightened him when he saw the look of sadness on his apprentice's face.
"Well, I understand, master, I will definitely not disappoint you!" Zhou Tianming listened to his master's words, and his eyes gradually became full of confidence...
"As expected, he is indeed the successor of the Hidden Sword Pavilion's Love Sword, and his strength has exceeded level 5. It seems that he needs to spend more time training on his secret weapon." A strange purple light flashed in the purple eyes of the Amethyst Palace Palace Master, and he said secretly.
"Xiao Fang is such a dashing swordsman, his movements are dashing and elegant. Just wait for me, I will fight you." An unusually burly man standing in a corner of the crowd couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes...
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"Old man Qingjian, your apprentice does have your shadow in the past. Hey, I don't regret Ming'er's defeat at the hands of the heir of Hidden Sword Pavilion." Yang Qiemen looked at Xiao Fang on the field and sighed.
Yang Huiming, who was standing on the Competition Platform Mountain and constantly defending countless Xiao Fang's attacks, felt helpless in his heart. Although his ancient tomb sect's movement skills were equally agile and elegant, they were not as weird as the "Falling Leaves Following the Wind" movement skills. His own movement skills
She couldn't keep up with his speed at all, otherwise how could he be so arrogant.
At the moment when Yang Huiming was distracted, Xiao Fang seized this opportunity very well. He flashed his body and pointed his sword at Yang Huiming's back. "Haha, you lost, you might as well draw your sword."
Seeing Xiao Fang's sword pointed at her throat, Yang Huiming knew that she had indeed lost with her fists and kicks. But when she saw the provocative smile in Xiao Fang's eyes, she felt extremely angry. "Then you take the move.
Let's do it." Although his voice was still so cold, he could already hear his emotions fluctuating. Yang Huiming raised his hand to block Xiao Fang's sword finger and drew out the long sword hidden in his sleeve.
With a sound of "噌——", the soft sword was injected with true energy and instantly became extremely hard.
