Wu Guang was stunned. He asked Ying Baiwu's ancestors. He was just out of 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 and learns them.
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 about Ying Baiwu and the others has been dug out a long time ago to judge whether it is worth betting.
Although he didn't know her life experience, he knew that she had been following 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 a Chinese cabbage?"
On the referee's bench, the big guy 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 in 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 can be regarded as my family's passed down skill, right? It would be a shame 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, would he agree to it? Or 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 our mistress? The way Gu Xiuxun lowered her eyebrows and caressed her wrinkles seemed too childlike.
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 had not yet 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 been in the profession 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 shouted back.
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? .
"Bai Wu, 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 disrespectful to the saint.
However, because of the words of the iron-headed girl, the favorability level in front of Sun Mo's eyes began to refresh again, all contributed by the students.
After all, Sun Mo's generosity shocked 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 were about to die of soreness.
The match in Group C started. Zhou Yao, who defeated Zhang Yanzong, won the victory very easily, and then the match in Group D started.
"Teacher, I'm going!"
Xuanyuan Po was eager to try, but after a minute, he came back because his opponent gave up.
You know, the 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 match, and seeing that there was no hope of winning, he naturally gave up.
So Xuanyuan Po won 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 finished speaking, 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 direct descendants have entered the semi-finals!"
"If Xuanyuan Po kills Zhou Yao, then the two finalists will be Sun Mo's direct descendants, the winner and 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 Hall, 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 to cheer up 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, you should abstain from me, and to be honest, I can't win for sure."
After Jiang Leng weighed it up, he felt that Ying Baiwu had a greater chance of winning against Zhou Yao.
The two people were discussing in the ring, which confused the audience. They also planned to watch a wonderful civil war between the divisions.
"Is this okay?"
The 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 puzzled.
"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 bridge 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 doesn't have any 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 will you discuss this?"
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 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, let's fight!"
"Okay, in that case, as you wish!"
Zhou Yao's face straightened, and with a sudden movement, she appeared in front of Xuanyuan.
Uh-huh!
The long sword stabbed furiously, going straight to Xuanyuan's throat, and it was about to kill him with one strike.