After understanding Sun Mo's ability, Saint Yang and Hu Yasheng were completely shocked.
If the twenty-eight-year-old Sun Mo can really obtain the title of Eight-Star Master Teacher, then he will set a new record.
No one has ever affirmed this before, and it is basically unprecedented.
"Other famous teachers can be called a genius when they reach five stars at the age of fifty, but you can no longer be described as a genius."
Yang Shizhan was filled with envy. Although he was a saint now, he was already over six hundred years old and had at most three hundred years left in his life.
It seems like a long time, but if you want to make a career, it is not enough.
Sun Mo is different. Even if he becomes a saint at the age of a hundred, with his qualifications, how can he live for a thousand years? Nine hundred years is enough for him to kill other saints and become the number one saint in Kyushu.
What an honor that is!
Hu Xingjiang didn't have such messy thoughts, because he only had admiration in his heart.
Sun Mo chuckled and didn't care much about these titles.
"When the Heroic War is over, I will take the exam to become a master of weapon refinement, and then make the spirit calculator as soon as possible."
Sun Mo looked at Xiaobao: "Ziqi, come and be my assistant!"
"Um!"
Li Ziqi couldn't get what he wanted.
After being guaranteed to win the seven-star title, Sun Mo decided to be lazy and give lessons to the Calabash Boys in the morning and evening, and then watch the game.
In fact, Sun Mo wanted to visit the brothel in the city, but Lu Zhiruo kept following him, giving him no excuse to escape.
"Trouble!"
Sun Mo was depressed. He couldn't take the female students to cuddle up with Hongyicui, right?
Then my reputation is absolutely terrible.
Fortunately, every game in the finals of the Heroic Battle was very enjoyable, which made up for Sun Mo's injured soul.
This year's finals schedule is divided into upper and lower halves, with thirty-two people in each half, divided into four groups of four people each, who compete one-on-one, and then the winners of the same group compete again until
The first place in the group is determined.
In fact, it was not so complicated in previous years, but this year, five of Sun Mo's students entered the finals.
In previous years, the most number of three direct disciples of the same saint entered the death circle. It can be said that Sun Mo has set a new record.
The refereeing team 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 in full swing on the arena in the central square of the city.
Xuanyuan Po was dressed in white and had a silver spear. His moves were fierce and unrestrained, which attracted waves of applause from the audience.
When the audience watches the game, they like this kind of offensive player because they are so fiery, passionate and gorgeous that if anyone shrinks, even if they win, they will be booed by the crowd.
The spear was like a dragon, turning the clouds and rain. Xuanyuan Po was expressionless and stern like a robot. Every shot he made reached the extreme.
Finally, his opponent couldn't bear the onslaught and found a flaw. The fighting ghost immediately seized it and launched a brilliant offensive.
Unable to defeat his opponent, he suddenly jumped back and opened a distance of more than ten meters. Just when he thought he was temporarily safe and could take a breath, Xuanyuan Po's decisive blow arrived.
Thousands of miles to invite the moon!
Whoosh!
The silver spear shot suddenly, like a meteor that cut through the night sky, and pierced the opponent's chest. The huge impact caused him to fall off the ring.
Xuanyuan Po grabbed it with his right hand, and the silver spear seemed to be dragged by an invisible force and flew back into his hand.
"Concession!"
After Xuanyuan Po performed the ceremony, he jumped off the ring without waiting for the referee to declare him the winner.
In fact, he is not interested in these rules. He just wants to fight. If the referee doesn't allow it, he would really like to stand in the ring and keep challenging.
Soon, it was Xian Yuwei's turn.
"Junior sister, come on!"
Tantai Yutang encourages.
A simple grassland girl, she was very popular among the teachers, and no one looked down on her because she was a barbarian.
"Um!"
Xian Yuwei entered the ring.
Her opponent was a tall young man whose weapons were a pair of copper hammers, which were as big as a watermelon and weighed hundreds of kilograms.
"Little lady, where are your weapons?"
Niu Gao sniffed and frowned when he saw Xian Yuwei's bare hands.
"I don't use weapons!"
Xian Yuwei's fists faced each other and hit hard: "I practice boxing!"
"..."
Niu Gao swallowed a mouthful of saliva and tried to persuade him: "Can you do it? Why don't you give up? I'm really afraid of beating you to death with a hammer!"
The audience in the audience also became noisy.
In fact, there is a big gap between the two of them in terms of body shape and appearance. This young man named Niu Gao is really stronger than a yak.
"Little lady, I can eat twenty kilograms of beef in one meal, you can't beat 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 looked serious.
"Why is his teacher so cruel? He values fame and fortune too much, right?"
"That's right, to let such a beautiful girl risk her life in a fight is really unbecoming of a human being."
"Hush, you don't want to die, her personal teacher is Sun Mo, the famous Hand of God, the Grand Master of Spirit Patterns!"
Among the spectators, there were some who had just arrived and were not sure about Xian Yuwei's origins. After hearing other people's science information, their expressions suddenly changed.
Sun Mo is the teacher of Li Ziqi, the empress of the Tang Dynasty. She can't curse randomly. Sun Mo doesn't care, but Li Ziqi does. What if Li Ziqi causes trouble for him?
When some dignitaries heard that Xian Yuwei said that Sun Mo was here, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they prepared to pay a heavy gift after today's game was over.
It would be better if he could accept his child.
"Okay, I'll try not to beat you to death!"
Niu Gao looked like he was thinking about Xian Yuwei, but after the referee called start, he made a brutal charge and pounced on Xian Yuwei.
"go to hell!"
The Niu Gao war hammer was raised high and hit Xian Yuwei's head.
As long as you make it to the top ten, you will receive huge bonuses, so all Niu Gao's performances just now were to paralyze his opponents.
King Kong is indestructible!
A bit of gold paint appeared between Xian Yuwei's eyebrows, and then quickly spread all over her body, making her look like a little golden man.
Then Prairie Girl shook her fist.
boom!
The golden fist and the war hammer collided together, making a deafening sound, and then the war hammer flew away with a roar.
"Get out of the way!"
Watching the hammer fall, the crowd was in panic.
"Um?"
Niu Gao was dumbfounded, where is my hammer? Moreover, the head-on collision just now made his whole arm numb and he couldn't use any strength for a while.
call!
Xian Yuwei's heavy punch came with the sound of breaking wind.
"I abstain!"
Niu shouted loudly and raised his hands.
call!
The golden fist stopped in front of Niu Gao. The blade of the fist was as sharp as a steel knife, and it scratched Niu Gao's cheek.
"Oh my god, what kind of strange power does this girl have? Fortunately, I abstained in time, otherwise if I were hit by a punch, my brains would be scattered all over the ring."