After running a few steps, the blood-red sword light flashed again, and the force disappeared from his back.
Boom! Boom!
The next moment, his body was split into two halves and fell to the ground one after another. Blood spurted out and the ground was a mess.
"So strong!"
These were the last two words that came to mind of the Nether Scholar.
"Brother!"
Later, Lu Yue came over with five sharp knives, and the four Canglang people said hello to Yuan Hua at the same time.
After sensing the auras of the four people, Yuan Hua once again felt a sense of wonder in his heart.
Although the current five sharp knives are about the same strength as the five sharp knives he had back then, there is a big age difference between the two!
The average age of the five sharp knives he had at that time was about thirty-five, but the five people in front of him were no more than twenty-six or seven!
If these five people are given another ten years, how high will they grow to!?
Sure enough, a strong general has no weak soldiers!
"Yeah!" Ling Hao looked at a few people and smiled before saying, "Thank you for all the hard work. Let's talk somewhere else!"
After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the car not far away.
Half an hour later, several people appeared in a reception room at Dongzhou Film Gate.
"Brother, is your injury almost healed?" After sitting down, Ye Ji looked at Ling Hao and asked, showing strong admiration.
"It will take some time to recover, but with 80% to 90% recovery, it should be fast." Ling Hao responded with a smile.
"Really, that's great!" Ye Ji beamed with joy.
"Canglang, Hanyue, you two are pretty good. We haven't seen each other for a while, and you are already half a warrior!" Ling Hao then looked at the two of them and said with a smile: "Work harder and strive to break through the mirror and become a warrior as soon as possible!"
"Thank you for your encouragement, brother, I will definitely not disappoint you!" Han Yue's face only showed a rare smile when facing Ling Hao.
"Don't worry, brother, just give me a month, and there will be no problem!" Cang Lang responded at the same time, with a look of perseverance flashing in his eyes.
"Okay!" Ling Hao smiled again, then looked at Zhuihun and the judge.
"You two should learn from Cang Lang, otherwise we will be several blocks away from you soon."
"Brother, please stop irritating me, I'm almost dying of anxiety." Zhuihun said with a look of despair.
"You're so impatient. You spend all day pretending to be cool outside. You'd better be half as focused as Cang Lang!" the judge responded with a pout.
"Judge, I think you have an itchy skin, right?" Zhuihun glared at the judge: "You are the same as me, you have the nerve to tell me!"
"Who is even the same as you?" The judge said with a proud expression: "If you don't accept it, how many moves can you practice?"
"Practice, just practice, I'm afraid of you!" Zhuihun pouted.
"Chasing the soul, you'd better take it easy!" Ye Ji said with a smile: "Look at the judge's expression, he's setting up a trap waiting for you to jump in!"
"If the estimate is correct, he will soon be able to break through to the state of perfection!"
"Sister Ji, can't you let me loosen his bones!" the judge said, smashing and smashing.
"Damn it, are you really about to break through?" Zhuihun asked with a surprised look on his face.
"No!" The judge shook his head: "Sister Ji lied to you, how could it be so easy? Come on, let's practice!"
"Get out!" Seeing the mean smile on the judge's face, Zhuihun naturally knew what this guy was thinking.
Phew!
Ye Ji smiled sweetly: "Zhuhun, you really need to work harder, otherwise, my eldest brother will probably help you break the mirror himself!"
