Global high martial arts dead air panel

Chapter 45 Fang Yuan
On January 1th, Guo Shengye passed the customs at the middle level of the fifth rank!
Not only martial arts masters and students were in an uproar, but even the entire martial arts world cast their eyes on this young man.

Old Li took a sip of his wine and said, "You are really amazing now."

"so so."

Guo Shengye is very self-aware, his current energy and blood is only a fraction of others, it is still far away.

It's never too late to be proud when he is invincible in the world.

Old man Li of the sixth rank: "..."

He sighed for a long time, his expression rarely lonely.

Because his spiritual power was wiped out, Li Changsheng couldn't see his future.

In other words, his path to martial arts has been broken.

Year after year, I watched my good friend, fellow student, and now a student surpass him step by step.

This taste is really bad.

Old man Li was lonely, but Guo Shengye saw the clip of Li Changsheng being rescued by Fang Ping after he slashed the sky-shattering sword in the cave.

Guo Shengye didn't say anything, he clinked with Li Changsheng with a small wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

Li Changsheng has his own life and doesn't need his intervention.

After drinking, Guo Shengye said slowly, "I want to customize a weapon."

"What weapon?"

"Tianhe Dingdi God precious iron. "

Li Changsheng almost spit out his wine: "Speak human!"

"Ruyi Golden Hoop."

Li Changsheng said angrily: "There is no such thing."

After finishing speaking, Li Changsheng said maliciously: "The Ruyi golden cudgel weighs [-] jin. Do you want to use A-grade alloy or B-grade alloy?"

Seeing Guo Shengye's silence, Li Changsheng frowned and asked, "Why are you doing all this fancy stuff?"

An infatuated person like Li Changsheng who has cultivated a sword for ten years does not understand Guo Shengye's half-heartedness.

"I want to create my own method of warfare, called the dog-beating stick method. Since I have a method of warfare, I naturally have to create a suitable weapon, so..."

Li Changsheng answered, "So you want to make a dog-beating stick?"

Guo Shengye rolled his eyes: "It's not called a dog-beating stick, it's called a Ruyi golden cudgel."

"You dare to call it the dog-beating stick method, why not call it the dog-beating stick?"

What does this old man know? Guo Shengye turned his head arrogantly: "The dog-beating stick method is aimed at the enemy, and the Ruyi golden cudgel is used to set off me."

When others mentioned that Guo Shengye's weapon was a dog-beating stick, it sounded so ugly.

"Okay, what kind of golden cudgel do you want to make?"

"I don't know for the time being, so I'm here to ask you. Is there any growth-type weapon?"

Li Changsheng wanted to throw him out: "Fuck you, do you think this is a fantasy novel? It's a growth-type weapon, no."

Guo Shengye was a little disappointed: "Isn't the magic weapon a growth weapon?"

"Do you still know the magic weapon?"

"The old headmaster told me."

"Divine Weapons... are indeed not growth-type weapons, but high-grade divine weapons can be smelted into low-grade divine weapons to advance them, but... this is too prodigal. In the entire Hua Kingdom, there are still many masters who do not have divine weapons. "

Guo Shengye was thoughtful: "So I'd better have the seventh-rank magic weapon first, and then melt into the eighth-rank and ninth-rank when the strength is strong."

Li Changsheng glanced at him, feeling that he was thinking of farting: "...you think it's so easy to get magic weapons? You have to kill a seventh-rank monster first."

Guo Shengye said calmly: "It's not difficult to kill a mere seventh-rank."

Li Changsheng kicked him, but Guo Shengye quickly avoided him.

Unexpectedly missed.

Li Changsheng felt that he couldn't bear his old face anymore, so he pretended to be calm.

When Li Changsheng was surprised, Guo Shengye smiled and said, "Okay, I'm leaving, thank you for your advice."

"Hey... I'm really old."

After Guo Shengye left, Li Changsheng wiped his sword and sighed again.

He will swing this sword sooner or later, there is no rush.

Under his palm, the sword is like its master, with its sharpness hidden inside but not visible outside.

1 month 9 number.

Guo Shengye and Fu Changding drove and followed Fang Ping to the Modu Railway Station to pick them up.

Before the people arrived, Fu Changding couldn't wait to walk to Guo Shengye's side after getting off the car: "Brother Ye, the blog you posted yesterday is really awesome."

Fang Ping looked at Guo Shengye suspiciously: "What did you post again?"

Guo Shengye said calmly: "I am invincible after the 70s."

Good guy, this time even the veterans of martial arts are provoking together?

Fang Ping couldn't hide his surprise, Guo Shengye said in a flat tone: "I hope they will come to me for a competition. I haven't done it for a long time, and I feel that my strength has dropped a lot."

Fang Ping and Fu Changding: "..."

What annoys people who pretend to be forks the most.

Fang Ping remembered that Guo Shengye stayed in the Catacombs for a month in October, and it has only been two months. Does this mean that he has not done anything for a long time?

Breaking through the middle of the fifth rank, does this mean that the strength has dropped a lot?
Quite Versailles.

Fu Changding looked away, deliberately yawned to cover up, and asked, "Why haven't you come yet? By the way, Fang Ping, you drove three cars to pick up people. How many people are here?"

"My family didn't even know that I was going to participate in the competition. My sister was the only one who came to see the excitement. The others were my former high school classmates and friends."

"Didn't you inform the family about such a big event?"

Fang Ping explained: "My parents are ordinary people, how can they accept this so easily, knowing that I am going to compete in martial arts, they should not be scared. I am different from you, your elders have martial artists, and you are used to all this... By the way Guo, Brother Ye, do your family know about it?"

"You know, I'm different from you guys. I'm the No. [-] scholar in the country, and all the news reports say that I'm definitely going to participate. Can my family members not know?"

Fu Changding whispered: "The news also reported on me."

Fang Ping, who was ignored by the media practitioners: "..."

I'm really sorry for his poor grades in the college entrance examination.

"Besides, I don't participate in the competition, and you are the ones who fight people to death on stage, so let them watch."

Hard, hard.

Fang Ping and Fu Changding felt their fists harden.

Why is this man talking so irritatingly?

He wanted to go down to the burrow to find someone to fight, but Guo Shengye, who was delayed by the exchange match, kept a cold face, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

The three of them chatted one after another.

Ahead, a round-faced little girl walked out of the station, saw them, and excitedly waved and shouted: "Fang Ping!"

"coming."

The little girl ran to this side excitedly, and when she was close to her, she braked suddenly and walked over in a very ladylike manner.

"Hi brother, I'm Fangyuan."

The little girl named Fangyuan introduced herself with a flushed face and blinked her eyes.

Fang Ping's face turned dark, and he pulled Fang Yuan to his side: "I am your brother."

"Isn't your classmate my brother?"

While Fang Yuan was speaking, he kept sneaking glances at Guo Shengye, who was tall and handsome, who was standing beside him.

Fang Ping was so angry that he pinched her face, pretending to care about his sister.

And there were others who arrived with Fangyuan.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Guo Shengye nodded to them, and introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Guo Shengye."

Fang Yuan may not know Guo Shengye, but these people do know him.

During this period of time, there was a lot of news about the National Wuhan University Exchange Competition, and the most eye-catching one was Mowu Guo Shengye.

"Is Guo Shengye so handsome?"

I don't know who said such a sentence, and the few people who came nodded silently.

After seeing Guo Shengye, the first impression was not his strength, but his outstanding appearance.

Seeing that all the people had arrived, Fang Ping stopped making trouble around Fang Yuan, and led the crowd towards the parking lot.

While Fang Ping was chatting with the leading middle-aged man, Fang Yuan rushed to Guo Shengye and looked up at him with a small face: "My name is Fang Yuan, and I am Fang Ping's younger sister. I am 13 years old this year. How old are you, brother?"

"18 is old."

Fang Yuan did the math, five years difference is not that much.

Fang Yuan continued to ask: "Brother, are you in the same class as Fang Ping? Are you in the same class?"

"Correct."

"Brother, where are you from?"

"A native of the devil's city."

"Brother, do you know where there is good food and fun in Shanghai?"

"Brother, are you a warrior now?"

"Brother, are you better or my brother better?"

"..."

Fangyuan chattered for a long time.

Fang Ping, who was walking in front, also got darker and darker.

Finally, Fang Yuan asked a little shyly, "Brother, do you have a girlfriend?"

As soon as these words came out, Fang Ping, who had pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on the whole process, turned as dark as a pan.

"No."

"Then can I be your girlfriend?"

"No."

"why?"

"Because I obey the law."

(End of this chapter)