Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

Second seat, sacrifice your magic weapon?
How can I have magic soldiers?
I don't even have a hammer in hand?
Divine Soldier?

I have such a fist!

Wei Canglan wanted to roll his eyes.

You, Su Wudao, have a flamboyant personality and like to temper yourself in battles.

How can there be such a powerful weapon?
Are you really not the main character?

Ugh.

Why is this world so indifferent to me?
Wei Canglan not only felt sad in his heart, but also had to smile brightly on his face.

He shook his head towards Su Wudao, and said naturally:

"There are no weapons available in this seat yet."

"what?"

Su Wudao was a little confused.

It is rumored that Wei Zizuo is already a Nascent Soul, how could it be possible that he doesn't even have weapons?
There are tens of thousands of weapons and magic weapons in the Cangxingmen arsenal, but there is no one he can use?

Is it because their grades are too low?
Not worthy of being used by him?

Thinking of this, Su Wudao was a little discouraged.

The second seat is indeed the second seat.

Master is indeed a master.

It's really not something mediocre disciples can compare to.

But that's no reason to retreat.

Su Wudao warned himself so in his heart.

He shook his head, rekindled his fighting spirit, looked at Wei Canglan and said:
"Second seat, you always need a weapon, so that we can compete on the same level."

Hearing this, the audience on the high stage suddenly became unhappy.

"He, Su Wudao, can really pretend!"

"Master said that there are no weapons, but he is giving him steps, don't you understand?"

"This man is really out of his mind."

There are also people with discerning eyes who understand and say:

"Su Wudao just wants to be fair."

"A person like him is in line with the state of mind of my generation of monks."

"Even if the gap in strength is too large, he still requires a certain degree of equality. This mood is worth learning from my generation."

Even the first few people above the martial arts field couldn't help nodding.

The head teacher Qi Xiao narrowed his eyes and said to Xun Wenhong with a smile:
"Junior brother, you are a proud student with a good temper. Sure enough, those who return from the battlefield are all true temperaments."

It is rare for Xun Wenhong to admit this:
"Hmph, this kid is dead-brained in this regard."

"That is to say, Cang Lan didn't like the weapon. If he is really allowed to get it, that kid Wudao has no chance of winning."

Du Ruixi said:
"The principle is good, but it's a pity, Xun Wenhong, you don't really think that Cang Lan has no weapons, so your disciple has a chance of winning?"

"you!"

Xun Wenhong is stupid.

He knew that Su had no way to lose.

But that is his disciple after all.

Cang Lan is extremely talented, and in his early years, he also fought to be his disciple.

But being snatched away by Ning Chan, he lost that thought, and now of course he prefers his disciple Su Wudao.

Therefore, he still took chances.

If Su Wudao loses, it is reasonable.

But if he is lucky and wins, he, Xun Wenhong, will also have honor.

He can also raise his head in front of Ning Chan.

Off the field, Su Wudao was still relentless:

"Second seat, you need a weapon! Even if it's a stick, I'll be convinced even if I lose."

"But if I hold a favorite weapon and you defeat me with bare hands, then I will feel ashamed..."

Embarrassed?

Wei Canglan repeated in his heart.

Are you ashamed of yourself like that?

You can't wait to chop Lao Tzu with your Qinglong Yanyue Knife right now!

special.

how?
None of the weapons in the arsenal are available to me.

Even if there is, I can only take a white dress, a waste of copper and iron.

What kind of good weapon and magic weapon can be used for a gas refining garbage?

Let's look at Su Wudao's flame saw, and what's the difference between Wu Sheng Guan Yu's saber?
That is, the color is different.

Wei Canglan was tangled in his heart.

Ugh.

Difficult.

Difficult.

Thinking about it, he suddenly felt a flash of consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, a nameless sense of familiarity gushed out of his body like a spring.

It was about the familiarity of swordplay.

very strong.

But narrow.

The strength is that he has a strong memory of a certain sword technique, very clear, as if engraved in his mind.

The narrowness lies in that this sword technique has only one move.

There is really only one trick.

Why is this?

Wei Canglan was a little confused.

Is this Lao Tzu trying to realize something?
real or fake?

No way?
Three years of qi refining is about to break through?

He quickly turned on his inner vision to check the aura in his body.

However, the aura remained motionless, and it was still a pool of stagnant water.

It's not about aura.

why?
Why is there such a strong sense of familiarity with swordsmanship?
swordsmanship...

and many more!

Wei Canglan suddenly remembered.

For the previous missions, the system has been giving him [Swordsmanship +1]!
It is this attribute point!

Although he has only obtained two points of [Sword Art] so far.

But that familiarity with swordsmanship and moves seemed to be deeply imprinted in his heart.

Wei Canglan understood.

He got it.

I saw him walking slowly to the wall of the martial arts field without making a sound under the puzzled eyes of everyone.

There is a peach blossom tree next to the blue stone pillar, and the flowers on it are lush and dense.

After Wei Canglan approached, he broke off a branch of peach blossom.

After sniffing, the aroma is pleasant.

He was like this, relaxed and comfortable, walking back to the center of the martial arts arena with a peach blossom branch in his hand.

Then he showed a serious smile to Su Wudao, not a joke:

"No Dao disciple, we monks don't really need to hold a magic weapon to be invincible."

"Let's look at this peach blossom branch. Although it is slender and easy to break, it can be used properly to reprimand Fang Qiu."

The voice fell.

For a long time, there was no sound in the martial arts arena.

Even the teacher above and the others looked embarrassed.

Wei Canglan!
You take a peach blossom branch, and you want to fight with others?

This……

I don't know if you are eccentric or defiant.

All quiet.

Even Chen Yu, who knew Wei Canglan better, couldn't understand it now.

Su Wudao looked at the person holding the peach blossom branch in front of him, he was holding the Guandao tightly in his hand, and there was a young and wanton smile on the corner of his mouth.

He didn't know what Wei Canglan was thinking.

I can't even understand what he said.

All he knew was that since Wei Canglan had made up his mind not to carry a weapon, there was no need to give way.

Today, he will go all out.

"Second seat, please enlighten me!"

Holding a big saw, Su Wudao stretched out his hand and said.

Who told you to hold a peach blossom branch.

It must be you who make the first move!
Wei Canglan couldn't help smiling.

This is what you said!

I won't beep with you more, okay?

Although [Sword Technique] only adds two now, there is only one move in mind.

But the matter has come to this point, if I continue to evade and escape, I will really be exposed.

Can't handle that much.

Success or failure is here!
If you win, you can still maintain the image of a master.

If you lose, you don't need to kick me out, I just slap my ass and leave!
Holding a peach blossom branch in hand, Wei Canglan stepped forward with one step.

"Disciple Wudao, please be optimistic."

I saw that after he took a step, his energy flowed suddenly!
With the peach blossom branch in his hand, he only made a simple oblique tease.

The basic form in swordsmanship.

But it's just such an ordinary move that can no longer be ordinary.

Let everyone live in astonishment.

Suddenly.

The surrounding air freezes.

The entire Martial arts arena seemed to be pulled into Wei Canglan's three thousand small world.

I saw that the original clear sky had long since disappeared.

replaced by……

The setting sun is like blood, and Cangshan is like the sea!