Female CEO’s Master Chapter 880: A bunch of your sister!

The black prison was taken aback for a moment. In the hearts of the God of War teammates, the competition was a fight of life and death. There was no point of high or low, only life and death.

Chu Jiang's warning just now actually told the black prison that the other party is a decent Huashan disciple of the martial arts after all, and he seems to have never heard of his notoriety. You can distinguish between superiors and inferior ones, not life and death.

But you have to fight against each other.

Since he wants to fight, why does Fan Hao ask how to compare!

"Whatever you want." After a daze in the black prison, he waved his big hand and gave a silly smile.

Fan Hao didn't answer, and glanced at a small arm-sized wooden stick not far away, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

The next second, there was a flower in everyone's eyes, and Fan Hao suddenly took out his sword, and where the sword light flashed, the wooden stick flew.

In the next second, everyone took a closer look. The wooden stick had been cut into several segments, and each segment stood beautifully on the sword, as stable as a mountain.

"One, two, three...Eight!" A lot of the second generation of the rich Changshi counted together, no more, no less, exactly eight knots.

In the blink of an eye, the wooden stick was cut into eight sections, and each section was about the same length, and it was still standing on the sword.

Quick, it's **** fast!

Suddenly, there was a wave of applause in the hall, and the female guests suddenly became idiots.

After Fan Hao showed off his hand, he held the long sword in his hand and stood still. Under the lights of the hall, he was indeed somewhat free and easy.

"Are you...cutting wood?" The Black Prison asked nonchalantly when everyone applauded.

Is it okay if people’s swordsmanship is superb? How can it be called chopping wood!

No mood, at first glance this big man is a man of no mood!

Everyone spit out secretly.

If the black prison knows the people's complaints, it will definitely scream wrong, Nima, is it okay for me to like men? Don't beat him to death.

Peng Yuqin laughed when he heard the words "pouch", then realized something, and quickly hid her mouth. The competition is such a serious and sacred thing, how can you laugh casually, you can't laugh out loud if you want to. what.

Beauties, are they all so headstrong!

After seeing it, Chu Jiang's expression remained unchanged, but he murmured in his heart secretly. It seems that this Huashan disciple still has some expectations, unlike the Shaolin disciple performing at Lu Yunfei's charity banquet.

Here is not to say that Huashan is better than Shaolin, but to say that Fan Hao is an inner disciple of Huashan, and it is easy to get a real inheritance; and that Shaolin disciple should be an outdoor disciple, who can perform with fist and embroider his legs. When he really started, Chu Jiang knocked him down with a casual shot.

The martial art that has been passed down for thousands of years, due to the age, some things may have been lost, but after all, a lot of essence has been retained. As long as these sects can show their essence, they are dazzling enough.

However, non-indoor disciples can't spy on these essential parts.

This was true hundreds of years ago, and it is true now.

When we travel to Shaolin and other sacred places, the performances we see are actually performed by outdoor disciples. Real indoor disciples do not easily participate in any performances.

Shaolin is like this, Wudang is like this, so are other schools!

So over time, in most eyes, the so-called ancient martial arts only exists in martial arts books, and the current sects are just a commercial gimmick.

In fact, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are warriors, there are martial arts.

Except for the Chujiang Black Prison and Luo Shuai, everyone today witnessed the Huashan swordsmanship almost for the first time, witnessing the martial arts that seems to exist only in martial arts books and martial arts movies.

The three views of the rich second-generation in Changshi have begun to subvert, and their hearts are not only shocked but shocked.

The princes of three wealthy families secretly smiled triumphantly. The masters of the authentic sect are powerful. If the sword is not a stick, but a person, let alone break the seven or eight knots, at least he will be cut. It's in seven or eight places.

Peng Yuqin smiled, but she was sweating for the black prison. The black prison was empty-handed. Why did she compete with the Huashan disciples? She even started to blame Chu Jiang for facing opponents with long swords. Why Don't let Luo Shuai, who has a dagger in his hand, enter?

"Chopping wood? Chopping your sister!" Fan Hao was angry when he heard the irony of the dark prison, raised his eyebrows, and became angry, so his wrists trembled, his inner strength was everywhere, and the eight-section wooden sticks floated up all over the sky. Floated up.

When everyone was stunned, Fan Hao's sword moved again, and the sword light flashed by, and the wooden sticks all over the sky were gone.

When everyone looked intently, the eight-section wooden sticks were pierced by this sword one by one. The strength and speed of the hand were more than twice as difficult as the one just now.

"Good!"

"Awesome!"

"Ouba!"

The rich second generations of Changshi couldn't help applauding, and the female guests began to scream.

Fan Hao heard mesmerizingly, his mouth raised slightly, his posture remained unchanged, because he saw a female guest taking pictures.

"Boss, how much is a bunch of candied haws?" When Fan Hao was intoxicated by the applause, the black prison once again smiled and grinned, and asked in a genuine manner.

"Puff!" Although Peng Yuqin knew that he could no longer be self-willed, he couldn't help but laugh, because the brother of Chu Jiang was too funny to gather together, Chu Jiang is such a bastard, and of course his brother is the same. Bastard!

Other Huashan disciples have been cultivating on the mountain for many years, and it is rare to have a chance to show off their skills, especially there are not young guests here.

The performance is so good, and the female guests are also idiots. How can this bastard's brother be so irrespective of occasions? Such a unique knowledge, or such an elegant art, has become his mouthpiece.

Can candied haws have such a powerful force?

How much is a string? Your sister!

Don't talk about Fan Hao, even after Peng Yuqin sneered, she would be injustice for Fan Hao, and she couldn't help but swear.

"What kind of ability to speak quickly~IndoMTL.com~If you have something, you can also perform one!" Fan Hao said angrily.

"I... don't have a sword, even if I have a sword, I can't do it." Heiji still smiled and frankly said, it felt like he was about to give up.

"Then you kowtow to me, I can let you go." Fan Hao's wrist trembled slightly, and the eight-section stick flew away, and then he pointed at the black prison and smiled arrogantly. Nima's, since I couldn't do it, I dared to tease Lao Tzu just now. If I didn't force this black guy to knock his head, I would be a Huashan disciple.

The second generation of wealthy people in Changshi are beginning to sigh. The wealthy family is the wealthy family, and they are all Huashan masters who can find a bodyguard at random. These people dare to come and hit the scene. I am really tired!

"Although I don't have a sword, I can defeat you or even kill you in one move." Heiji paused, and the silly smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a cold one. The smile makes one look, and the scalp immediately numbs, and there seems to be a cool breeze on the back, it is cold and cold.

Because Chu Jiang had warned, this competition is only about superiority, regardless of life or death, otherwise, the original words of the black prison should be: Although I don't have a sword, I can kill you in one move. Reading Net