Hey. I am the protagonist, okay? Sikong Jiantian was really confused, mainly because Su Changyu's appearance was indeed exaggerated. If you didn't know, you would think he was a banished immortal who had come down to earth. However, when Sikong Jiantian saw Su Changyu's realm, he couldn't help but show surprise. Fifth level of Qi training? ??? He knew that the Qingzhou Kendo Conference was a very ordinary one and there couldn't be any masters there, but he didn't expect that his opponent was actually a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi training? That's it? Can they even make it to the semi-finals? Is there any mistake?
Sikong Jiantian's face was full of surprise. Some people in the audience also looked at Sikong Jiantian, and when they saw Sikong Jiantian's performance, they immediately started to discuss. "Look, Sikong Jiantian is surprised." "Yeah, Sikong Jiantian was actually surprised?" "Is this Su Changyu really a peerless master?" "Okay, okay, these dealers really do know something, otherwise, how could they adjust the odds so high? It's over, it's over, I bet all on Sikong Jiantian to win, this time I lost miserably." "Hahahaha, I counterattacked and Su Changyu won. I don't have to go to the sea to work anymore." The crowd's discussions made Sikong Jiantian on the ring confused again. Hey. I was shocked at his poor cultivation, not at his strong strength. Can you guys stop imagining? What happened? Why are you so good at making up stories? Why didn’t you guys imagine this when I became famous? Just because he's handsome? Sikong Jiantian couldn't help but complain. These monks are really good at imagining things. Among the crowd, the Confucian scholars of the Shenmo Sect kept making crosses on their notebooks. Su Changyu: XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX! His face flushed and his eyes were filled with anger.
Because what he hated most in his life were people who were handsome and had high cultivation levels. He doesn't care whether Su Changyu is a real master or a fake one. Anyway, he's dead! Die to me! The scholar's eyes revealed murderous intent. In his mind, Su Changyu was already at the top of his must-kill list. Kill kill kill kill! Die die die die! Perhaps because he was too excited, the scholar couldn't help but reveal murderous intent. In an instant, Sikong Jiantian on the stage noticed it. At this moment, Sikong Jiantian couldn't help but look at the Confucian scholar. But in an instant, the Confucian scholar also noticed Sikong Jiantian's gaze. "not good." The scholar said this inwardly, and he immediately suppressed his murderous intent. He swallowed, knowing that his whereabouts had been exposed. For a moment, he wanted to escape. But at this moment. Sikong Jiantian's gaze shifted away and he looked at another person with a scrutinizing look. The scholar's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was filled with curiosity. He didn't know whether Sikong Jiantian had noticed him or not. For a moment, the scholar did not dare to act rashly. He was worried that if he left rashly, it would attract Sikong Jiantian's attention. But if he did not leave, he was afraid that Sikong Jiantian was playing hard to get. Thinking of this, the Confucian scholar was filled with confusion. "No matter whether he has discovered my whereabouts or not, it is better to strike first." He talked to himself, and then quietly took out a jade gourd. On the stage, Sikong Jiantian naturally noticed this Confucian scholar. He had even determined that this Confucian scholar should be a follower of the Gods and Demons Sect. But he did not act rashly, because he knew very well that if he took action now. Although the opponent can be suppressed, the biggest problem is how to subdue him without hurting others. This is very troublesome. If I were to hurt innocent people by mistake, the moral disciples in Jiantian Academy would never let me go. Therefore, for now, we can only hold our ground and wait until this sword test is over. Then we can secretly follow this person and catch him in one fell swoop.
This is Sikong Jiantian’s idea. Simple and rustic. That's when. Su Changyu has also arrived on the stage. At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and rays of golden sunlight fell on him, further highlighting his temperament as a peerless swordsman. Su Changyu has been in a very happy mood these days. Even say happy Yapi. Why happy? Winning the semi-finals for no reason and getting a semi-final jersey for free, is there anything more exciting than this? As for whether he could win or not, Su Changyu had never thought about this question at all. When and where did I, Su, say I wanted to fight? I, Su, came here today just to show myself. If you want to fight, just go find my junior brother. Why are you looking for me? Also, can’t you just come and accept the challenge if you don’t want to fight? Who said that? Such a powerful official. As a professional braggart, he can be absent from anything except bragging. Su Changyu has already thought it through. As soon as I get on the stage, I will surrender first without waiting for the other party to draw his sword. Then you can say a few pretentious words and run away after you are done. Wouldn’t that be great? Thinking of this, Su Changyu couldn't help but look at Sikong Jiantian. Looking at the famous Sikong Jiantian in front of him. Su Changyu felt okay inside and didn't seem particularly surprised. After all, there was a huge difference between the two and there was no need to compare. There is no point in comparison. However, Su Changyu came to fight this time not just to show off. Su Changyu has never used the sword technique since he learned it. Today is a good opportunity for him to hone his sword technique with Sikong Jiantian. He looked at Sikong Jiantian, then closed his eyes. The scene of his battle with Sikong Jiantian emerged in his mind. In the eyes of everyone, Su Changyu's behavior made them even more surprised.
Even Sikong Jiantian was a little confused and didn't understand what the other party was doing? As a result, even the referee elder did not dare to speak. He was afraid of affecting Su Changyu. Quiet! Quiet! The Kendo tournament was extremely quiet! After a long while, Su Changyu finally opened his eyes. He exhaled slowly. He won. That’s right, after a mental simulation battle that lasted for a stick of incense, he narrowly won by half a move, but he still won in the end. Thinking of this, Su Changyu couldn't help but look at Sikong Jiantian. "You've already lost." When Su Changyu opened his eyes. A calm voice sounded. The sound was earth-shattering, like a thunderclap exploding in everyone's ears. Lost? Is this a loss? Where did we lose? My mother has said that I'm not very smart since I was a child. Could someone please explain this to me? This is the reaction of the crowd. Sikong Jiantian was also confused. Brother, I have nothing to say about your pretense. But you don't have to do this, right? You're embarrassing me. Sikong Jiantian felt like vomiting. Su Changyu pretends to be too cruel. He really didn't know what to do. Originally, he didn't want to be too harsh. After all, to be honest, he had long since gotten rid of such vulgar interests.
But Su Changyu is really too pretentious. Sikong Jiantian even felt that he would have to give up his position as the number one king. Just when Sikong Jiantian was about to take action to end Su Changyu's journey as the King of Beep. Suddenly, Sikong Jiantian's expression changed suddenly. "Not good! Five grudges ancient poison." Sikong Jiantian's expression turned ugly in an instant, and his eyes immediately locked onto the scholar. The latter also revealed an extremely confident smile.