Liu Huaqiao held a long sword in one hand, cutting through the air and drawing circles.
A sword stabbed Wang Luo.
"I, Liu Huaqiao, take the body and mind as the way, let the soul enter the body, and use the long river to roar into the sky. How can I lose?"
"That has nothing to do with me!" Wang Luo responded softly.
The entire small world is occupied by this trial site.
Liu Huaqiao's sword stayed in the air, and his whole person stagnated.
No matter how hard I tried, the sword and the man didn't move at all.
The Tao of Liu Huaqiao lies in his own name "painting".
Use the heaven and earth to instill spiritual power, use the way of the sword to paint, and create living beings out of the body.
Although the sword stays,,,
Within a short distance of Wang Luo, there was an extremely ferocious tiger that pounced on Wang Luo.
Wang Luo, who was standing in the air, saw a stone hammer in his hand and struck it down with one blow.
The tiger disappeared into nothing after a roar.
Liu Huaqiao still stayed in mid-air and kept muttering: "It's impossible, it's impossible."
Wang Luo prepared his fist and punched Liu Huaqiao in the face without saying a word.
Then he fell down.
Liu Huaqiao didn't understand until he lost, why he lost and why his way was not true.
Why was I frozen just now?
"If you don't respect your own beliefs, then how can you be considered a qualified practitioner?" Wang Luo said softly.
"The winner of this game is the King of Wuling City of Heyang Kingdom!" the referee said loudly.
Why did Liu Huaqiao lose?
Why did he lose so miserably?
Wang Luo said that he, Liu Huaqiao, did not respect his own beliefs enough.
Liu Huaqiao's Tao was already in action from the moment he came on the field, and Wang Luo found his loopholes from the very beginning.
All blind spots were clearly visible, and Liu Huaqiao didn't even try to hide his own weaknesses.
What's this?
He didn't regard Wang Luo as an opponent at all.
Such a person is just a level above Wang Luo. Why should he underestimate the enemy? Why should he show his weakness to his opponent?
Don't respect your own way, don't respect your own beliefs, and don't even respect your opponents.
Why can you win?
Before Wang Luo could react, Zhu Yelang ran over panting and pointed at Wang Luo: "Brother Luo, Brother Luo, it's not good, go and have a look quickly,,,"
Wang Luo still wanted to ask Zhu Yelang if he had won.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't worry about it for now, go take a look quickly." Without saying a word, Zhu Yelang pulled Wang Luo and ran towards the middle of the square.
The middle of Dawu Square was overcrowded, and all the sect disciples who had just surrounded Ye Liantian and He Wuhong came to watch.
In the middle of the trial venue, Zhao Qianshu was half-kneeling on the ground covered in blood. A man standing opposite was smiling contemptuously.
"Zhao Qianshu, Zhao Qianshu, look, look, who is coming, give up quickly and admit defeat, you have tried your best, and you have already entered the Tai'an Sect." Zhu Yelang said repeatedly.
Zhao Qianshu, who had been kneeling on the ground, slowly turned his head and looked at Wang Luo.
His face was full of filth, and there was a gash on his face.
"Boss, you're here? You win! You must win." Zhao Qianshu tried his best to smile, but it still hurt badly as it affected the skin and flesh all over his body.
"Boss, the guy opposite is very powerful, but don't worry, wait for me to take a breath. I'll go up and beat him up. Zhao Qianshu will definitely not embarrass the boss." After Zhao Qianshu finished speaking, he roared angrily.
He stood up from the ground, clenched his fist with his right hand, and ran straight towards the man.
And how can a person who has not even touched the pulse gate be capable of fighting?
If ordinary people don't have their pulses opened, regular exercise can only improve their health.
Zhao Qianshu has been pampered and pampered for so many years, how could he have suffered so much?
Before Wang Luo's fist could touch the man, he punched Zhao Qianshu directly in the face, causing him to fall backwards.
Bleeding spurts out from the nose.
He fell backward and fell to the ground.
"Zhao Qianshu,,," Zhu Yelang roared crazily.
"If you fucking can't do it, just give up. I'm going to beat you one after another. Sooner or later, someone will be killed. Are you crazy?" This was the first time Zhu Yelang was so excited, and the second time he swore.
"Brother Luo, you should advise me quickly. If you continue like this, you will really be beaten to death. How can he win? He can't even breathe when climbing mountains. How can he compete with others? Please advise him quickly."
Wang Luo on the side was silent and did not speak.
"I don't know why even people like you can enter the Tai'an Sect. But there are so many capable people who are turned away. What qualifications do people who can't even do basic pulse opening have?
?I ask you, what qualifications do you have?" The man opposite said to Zhao Qianshu who fell to the ground.
Then he moved forward and kicked Zhao Qianshu in the waist, sending him flying ten steps away.
"Referee, referee, deliberate murder, this is against the rules." Zhu Yelang said excitedly, grabbing Wang Luo with both hands, and he had to turn over and get in.
The referee glanced at Zhu Yelang but didn't say a word.
"There are fools every year, but there are a lot of rubbish this year. Bah,,,"
Zhao Qianshu, whose whole body was in disgrace, with his fingernails dug into the cracks of the floor, and his hands covered with blood, sat up little by little and smiled at Wang Luo: "I don't know how to practice.
It has been almost twenty years now, and I still rely on my father to protect me, and now I rely on my boss to protect me.
I wasn't sensible before, not to mention that he was my biological father, so forget it. It's different now. Now that I'm the boss, I can't always ask my boss to protect me. It's okay to protect me, but I can't embarrass my boss, right?
No matter how you lose, you can't lose too badly. I, Zhao Qianshu, must try my best in this life."
After Zhao Qianshu finished speaking breathlessly, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"So much nonsense!" the man said, and his whole body moved with the flow, like the wind blowing through the grass.
Floating and light.
If this kick was really suffered, then Zhao Qianshu would never be able to practice cultivation again in his life.
The reason why the referee did not call it quits is because there are taboos in this venue, there is no danger to life, and the bell of life has not yet sounded.
A shadow appeared again in the venue, and several mountain masters on the stage stood up.
"Lao Qiu, this speed!" Wen Buchou said while looking at it.
On the trial ground, a person appeared, blocking the person's sweeping leg with one hand, and gently protecting Zhao Qianshu with the other.
Wang Luo stared at Zhao Qianshu in front of him and smiled: "Okay, let's admit defeat. The boss will help you get your place back first. If others bully you, the boss doesn't care. Who cares? Also, you
Ah, this time it’s very impressive. I’m impressed. When it’s over, I’ll treat you to tofu!”
Zhao Qian Shumi stared, and finally fainted: "Boss, I,,,"
Wang Luo hugged Zhao Qianshu, walked step by step outside the trial venue, and handed it to Zhu Yelang: "Let the doctors from Tai'an Sect take a look first."
Then Wang Luo turned around and asked loudly: "I don't know what to call this dear friend?"