"What a blow!" Elder Long on the sidelines whispered.
Wu Zhe's stick strike didn't seem like the strength a girl could use.
Old Mang also smacked his tongue and said, "I've never seen such a brave girl before."
"It's quite the demeanor of my time." Xie Lao looked like he was recalling the turbulent years of the past.
Long Lao and the others couldn't help but recall that when Xie Lao chased and killed Xiang Lao, his ruthlessness really had a similar demeanor.
However, Mr. Xie used to use a mace to beat up Mr. Xiang who had empathized with him. If it weren't for the fact that the exercises practiced by Lao Sect were almost extreme hard exercises, I'm afraid they still wouldn't be able to bear such revenge.
Wu Zhe's big stick on the field... Well, this word is a bit of a nonsense. Anyway, she swung the stick and smashed it down.
The ugly Ah Luo regretted it, he didn't expect Zhou Zhiruo to have such great strength. Such a brute force confrontation would be contrary to one's original intention.
The heavy blow pressure was okay, but he felt a strong profound energy rushing straight into his body along his arms, and the tendons where he passed were almost blown apart as if they had encountered a hurricane.
Ugly Ah Luo thought it was the ferocity of the mysterious energy instilled by Long Lao, but soon discovered that the girl did not simply rely on Long Lao's profound energy to show her power.
After Wu Zhe smashed the stick, his body turned over.
At the same time, she seemed to yell in surprise: "Oh, I put so much strength, I accidentally let go!"
Before the ugly man Ah Luo's sword energy had time to bounce off her stick, she let go and threw it out.
The stick flew backwards with a whistling sound, and Wu Zhe made a clever effort to control the direction of the stick to the watching seat far behind him.
This kind of ingenuity is so wonderful that it actually turned the rebound force of the collision of the two weapons into the force of throwing a stick.
Unbiased and unbiased, the stick Wu Zhe was holding just now flew in the direction of Xie Lao like a thrown flying spear.
That is called a quasi-ah. Everyone saw that the flying stick that seemed to be murdering was stabbing at Mr. Xie.
This is called letting go? It's basically to stab the boss, okay
Of course, this situation is not at all a threat to the moon-level saints. Don't say it's too far away. Even if it is close at hand, the speed of the weapon's release caused by the rebound force is not enough to threaten such a master.
At the same time, everyone knew that she didn't really mean to hurt Xie Lao, otherwise she would never have used a stick, but would have considered using a spear instead.
"This kid is really naughty." Mr. Xie shook his head helplessly, grabbed the flying stick, and then poked at his side.
As a result, a stick stood beside the tea table. Still trembling slightly.
"Murdered mother-in-law!" Old Xie muttered angrily.
Everyone laughed dumbfounded, and immediately understood why Zhou Zhiruo did this.
It's basically revenge for the old Xie's molestation. The act of always helping his son rob his daughter-in-law made Zhou Zhiruo very disgusted. Today Dugu Luo actually took the initiative to single out her again, naturally all emotions came up.
The stick in Wu Zhe's hand was out of his hands. Before his figure fell to the ground, he had already pulled out the belt around his waist, and he had already thrown it out during the volley reversal, and drew another long spear on the weapon rack.
The spear was picked by a whip at one end, and there was a click. He was picked up from the weapon rack, and was drawn into her hand in a flick of the air.
"Let's shoot again!" Wu Zhe yelled, and jumped up again as soon as he landed on his feet.
This time, the spear stabbed at the ugly man Ah Luo with such a swift momentum that the moment the spear was released, a violent sound of piercing through the air could be heard.
"Miss Zhou is very strong. The stick hits hard, and the spear stabs fiercely." The ugly man A Luo calmly flicked his sword horizontally, and then blocked the stabbing of the spear.
However, although the momentum of Wu Zhe's gun was pushed aside, the barrel of the gun was swung, and the backhand with the gun as a stick was just a sweep.
"It's such a quick change." Ugly Aluo praised. Zhou Zhiruo's attack this time is like a Lianjiazi who has practiced marksmanship for decades. The quickness of changing moves is not weaker than the masters of the sect who wield spears.
Besides, she's still a girl. There are also quite a few female disciples of the Sanshengzong, although they are not far behind men in learning moves. But the agility between moves and moves is far inferior to that of male disciples.
Genius, this is real genius. The ugly Ah Luo realized that his talent was indeed inferior to Zhou Zhiruo.
He is already in his twenties, and he knows a lot about the world. He is not a hothouse boy who has not experienced wind and frost. I can achieve what I am today, although there are elements of my own hard work, but after all, it is mainly due to the high starting point of my family background.
Among the Three Saints. Just eat the best pills, learn the best mental techniques, and practice the best moves.
It would be too embarrassing if a one-month-level saint cannot be cultivated in this way.
He has always been the most outstanding young man of the Sanshengzong.
Even Dugu Mo's achievements are not inferior to his own. The same is the saint of the moon rank. But after all, he is of the royal blood of the Wu Kingdom, and the Sanshengzong will never consider making him one of the three saints.
But when Zhou Zhiruo rose recently, the title of the most outstanding young man changed hands. And the other party is almost ten years younger than himself.
Is the honor I have obtained by relying on the advantages of my family background about to be snatched by this up-and-coming woman
Dang—there was another knock, and the ugly Ah Luo knocked Wu Zhe's spear back.
Is it hatred
It seems not, I don't resent Zhou Zhiruo.
The ugly Ah Luo looked at Zhou Zhiruo, who had a graceful figure, and felt that he liked this girl quite a lot, and he didn't have any hatred at all.
However, I just feel uncomfortable in my heart.
Where is the problem
By the way, could this be...
The ugly man is not stupid, on the contrary, he has a very good brain. When profound energy surged and martial moves were frequently made, his mind was clear.
"It turns out that I have this mentality. Hahahaha!" The ugly Aluo suddenly realized his own thoughts.
envy!
That's right, this vocabulary that never fits with me now appears in my heart.
In the past, others were jealous of me, but today I am jealous of a young girl!
Not jealous of her beauty, not jealous of her good status, but jealous of her good talent!
He actually has more basalt talent than himself, and can reach the level of a moon-level saint in just half a month!
This is... envious of others!
envy! Those who are jealous are envious. Jealousy, resentment!
It's not as good as it is, Tianjiao envies! If you can't catch up, people blame you!
The ugly man Ah Luo's eyes were focused, he flipped his wrist and turned from defense to offense, and stabbed out with a sword!
"People are jealous of the sword!" He called out a move. In fact, I don't even know why I called out this word.
A flash of light flashed across the air with the sword in his hand, and there was no sound of wind at all.
Sword intent!
Compared with Hu Yunshang's infatuation, Dugu Luo uses jealousy to generate sword intent! (To be continued..)