Chapter 628 Is Your Family's Holy-Grade Cultivation Technique Chinese Cabbage?
Wu Guang was stunned. He asked Ying Baiwu's ancestors out of pure curiosity and wanted to know what important figures this family had produced!
The value of the holy-level skills can make a family prosperous for at least hundreds of years. After all, the skills can be used endlessly if the next generation is not too stupid. If they learn it, they can use it endlessly.
But what did this girl say?
Was her technique taught by a teacher?
Wu Guang looked at Sun Mo subconsciously, and the word "prodigal son" came to his mind instantly.
Wu Guang's personal teacher, the famous teachers around the arena, and the audience in the stands were all looking at Sun Mo with stunned expressions, not knowing what to say.
"Is this guy mentally ill?"
"Not to mention the holy level skills, even the most exquisite ones are passed down from son to daughter. This is great, it was passed down directly to a female disciple!"
"It's okay to pass it on to students, but the key is, don't you check her loyalty? As far as I know, Sun Mo has accepted her as his disciple for less than two years!"
The onlookers were whispering.
Because there are people who practice fighting and there are underground gambling games, the information on Ying Baiwu and the others has long been dug up to judge whether it is worth betting on.
Although I don't know her life experience, I know that she has been with Sun Mo for more than a year.
Because Sun Mo's behavior was so contrary to common sense that they were all confused.
"Is your holy-level top-notch technique just like Chinese cabbage?"
On the referee's bench, the big boss named Wang muttered.
"Doesn't this prove that Sun Mo is generous and generous!"
Mei Yazhi looked at Sun Mo with admiration in her eyes. She didn't hide anything when facing students. This is the kind of mind a famous teacher has!
Ding!
Favorability from Mei Yazhi +100, friendliness (350/1000).
"Is it really what I thought?"
Mei Ziyu sat in the corner, holding her chin with her hands, looking at Sun Mo. There was a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.
Li Ruolan, who was standing next to Sun Mo, turned her head and looked at him. If she wasn't worried about being beaten, she would have wanted to ask, are you a fool?
This beautiful reporter gently grasped the skirt of her chest with her right hand, feeling so distressed!
Because she suddenly thought, if I marry him, this will be regarded as my family's passed-down martial arts, right? It would be too much of a loss to just teach it to a female student like this, right?
Gu Xiuxun looked at the shocked expressions of the people around him, raised his arm narrowly, and bumped Sun Mo's arm. Do you know how unique your behavior is?
Immediately, Gu Xiuxun felt a little sad again.
At the beginning, when Sun Mo taught her the ancient dragon-capturing hand, which was also a holy-level masterpiece, she once doubted whether this boy had any plans for her. After all, her appearance and figure were still very coveted.
of.
At that time, Gu M was looking forward to it but also conflicted. If Sun Heiquan made an unreasonable request, should he agree? Or should he agree?
However, it had been three months since he learned the ancient dragon-capturing technique, and Sun Mo still hadn't shown his fangs, which made Gu Xiuxun confirm that he had misunderstood him.
They are really generous and never thought about what they would do to themselves.
Snapped!
Gu Xiuxun, who became more and more angry as he thought about it, suddenly raised his fist and punched Sun Mo again.
"What's wrong?"
Sun Mo turned his head and asked in confusion.
"mosquito!"
Gu Xiuxun pouted, but then stretched out her hand to smooth out the wrinkles on Sun Mo's clothes.
"..."
Li Ziqi looked at this scene and was a little speechless, thinking to herself, aren't you afraid that we will tell the mistress? Gu Xiuxun's lowered eyebrows and the way she caressed her wrinkles are too childish.
I can't even think about it.
"How can it be?"
Wu Guang frowned and couldn't understand.
"Why isn't it possible?"
Ying Baiwu asked back, a little unhappy. She felt that this guy was questioning the teacher's personality.
"Because...because...that's a holy-level technique, and it's still top-notch!"
Wu Guang glanced at his personal teacher subconsciously. Although the teacher was kind to him, he still hadn't taught him his special skills.
But Wu Guang is not angry, because this is the norm in the world of famous teachers. You are a disciple who has just started for a few years and has made no contribution. You just want to learn other people's skills of being the best. How is this possible?
"Your teacher is your teacher, and my teacher is my teacher. Don't compare them!"
Ying Baiwu's tone was cold: "If you continue to offend like this, I will challenge you to a duel."
Wow!
The whole audience was in an uproar. Ying Baiwu's words obviously placed Sun Mo at a very high level, and every word was filled with admiration for him.
"What you said is like Mr. Sun being the best teacher. Is it possible that the saint is not as good as him?"
Wu Guang pouted.
"Yes, a saint is not as good as my teacher!"
Ying Baiwu didn't hesitate at all and directly attacked him.
Ding!
Favorability from Ying Baiwu +500, respect (10100/100000).
hiss!
The famous teachers present all gasped. Your breath was too loud. But immediately, they envied Sun Mo. After all, who wouldn't want his students to admire him so much?
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"Baiwu, be careful what you say!"
Sun Mo scolded him slightly, just for show. After all, it was comparable to the words of a saint. To speak without shame is also a great disrespect to the saint.
However, because of the words of the iron-headed girl, Sun Mo's favorability started to refresh again, all contributed by the students.
After all, Sun Mo's generosity surprised them.
The competition in Group B is over. The first place is Ying Baiwu. She will compete with Jiang Leng, the first place in Group A, for the right to the finals. However, because they are both Sun Mo's direct disciples, one of his students must be able to enter.
finals.
As a result, many famous teachers felt like they had been forced into their mouths with lemons, and they were sour to death.
The competition in Group C started. Zhou Yao, who defeated Zhang Yanzong, won the victory very easily, and then the competition in Group D.
"Teacher, I'm going!"
Xuanyuan Po was eager to try, but came back after a minute because his opponent gave up.
You know, Fighting Ghost has advanced all the way, but after going through tough battles one after another, his iron-blooded and fierce style has long been integrated into the eyes of the audience.
His opponent was seriously injured in the last game, and seeing that there was no hope of winning, he naturally gave up.
So Xuanyuan Po won the first place in Group C.
At this point, all the top four were born, and three of them were actually Sun Mo's students.
"When I got back, I cut down the lemon tree at home that cost 100,000 yuan to be transplanted from the south."
In the tavern, a wealthy second-generation famous teacher cursed and swore that he would never eat sour food in his life. After all, just looking at Sun Mo this time was sour enough.
"Do you think those three students were taught by him himself?"
Some people questioned that after all, Sun Mo was too young and his teaching time was too short. It was so shocking that he achieved such great achievements.
"It should be true. You also saw the way those three students looked at him. They looked at him with great respect and admiration!"
After a famous teacher said this, he was immediately echoed by many people.
There is no doubt that Sun Mo is really strong!
"Sun Mo has broken the record again. Three of his relatives have entered the semi-finals!"
"If Xuanyuan Po kills Zhou Yao, then the two people in the finals will be Sun Mo's direct descendants. The winner will be the runner-up!"
"Zhou Yao, please give me some help, otherwise this world will belong to Sun Mo!"
Many people have begun to support Zhou Yao, hoping that she can defeat Sun Mo's direct opponent and win the championship.
The sun rises in the east, and a new day has arrived.
Dou Zhan Pavilion, the semi-finals begin.
In the first game, Jiang Leng defeated Bai Wu.
"Junior brother, junior sister, you all have to work hard!"
Lu Zhiruo waved her fist and cheered for the two of them: "But don't hurt the harmony, just remember to stop."
"Jiang Leng, how confident are you against that Zhou Yao?"
Entering the ring, Ying Baiwu asked in a low voice.
"uncertain!"
Jiang Leng shook his head because he couldn't see the depth of Zhou Yao.
"I'm a long-range player, so I should have an advantage against her, but I always feel that it's very dangerous and I can't win securely, so I'll leave this fight to you."
Ying Baiwu didn't care about her own victory or defeat, she just wanted to give the teacher the championship, so she was ready to give up.
"You are a junior sister, so I should abstain from voting. And to be honest, I can't win for sure."
After Jiang Leng weighed it up, he felt that Bai Wu had a greater chance of winning against Zhou Yao.
The two people were discussing in the ring, which confused the audience. They planned to watch a wonderful civil war between the divisions.
"Is this okay?"
Famous teachers feel so sad. When will my disciples be able to do this?
"I'm suddenly very happy that only three people are allowed to participate in the personal battle!"
A famous teacher with a high nose is afraid.
"Why?"
Some people are confused.
"Because if four people are allowed to participate, wouldn't Sun Mo's students be able to sweep the top four?"
The famous teacher with a high nose looked at Li Ziqi and the others, and suddenly felt that these three guys must be unfathomable.
"No way?"
Some people questioned: "Only that senior sister seems to be okay, the other one is just eating melons, she has no intentions at first glance, and there is also a sick boy!"
"You are wrong. The sick young man under Sun Mo's sect, can he be an ordinary sick young man?"
The famous teacher with a high nose bridge was sure that this guy named Tantai must be very scary.
"How long do you want to discuss?"
Tong Yiming was helpless and asked, "You treat this arena as your own living room and discuss unscrupulously. I, the examiner, have no face."
"Sorry, I abstain!"
Jiang Leng said and jumped off the ring.
Shh!
This scene instantly aroused boos from the entire audience. What should have been an exciting semi-final was ruined by you.
Fortunately, there is still one more game to look forward to.
"Zhou Yao, come on, you are our hope now!"
Many people were shouting.
Zhou Yao fumbled with the hilt of the sword and looked at Xuanyuan Po with interest: "Where are you from? Maybe we are fellow villagers!"
Xuanyuan Po stared at Zhou Yao, and his sixth sense told him that this girl was terrifying. As for fellow villagers, it was impossible!
"The look in your eyes is so scary!"
Zhou Yao showed a worried expression: "How about we stop here? I don't want to be hurt by you!"
"Are you kidding me? You clearly have the power to kill me!"
Xuanyuan Po's expression gradually became serious: "Stop talking nonsense and let's fight!"
"Okay, in that case, as you wish!"
Zhou Yao's face straightened, and she suddenly moved and appeared in front of Xuanyuan Po.
Whoosh!
The long sword stabbed furiously, straight to Xuanyuan's throat, and then he was about to kill him with one strike.