"Gu Changfeng, the former president of the Chinese Imperial military academy, is on the Bank of the eldest son River in Linjiang town."

This letter of war was written by Gu Changfeng himself. The terror in it was a shock to Meng randu.

"What a Gu Changfeng, you have already transcended the realm of martial arts master and become a martial arts master! What's more, this power is not like a person who has just entered the realm of a master! "

Meng ran whispered, and then his palm Qi burst out. The battle Book suddenly turned into a fragment.

If only divided by realm, Gu Changfeng's accomplishments are above Meng ran. According to Meng Ran's estimation, his cultivation is in the later period of foundation construction, which should be similar to that of master Wudao.

But Meng ran killed master Wudao with only one finger, and he was absolutely fearless to the master of shangwudao!

In the course of martial arts and Taoism, the realm is never the key. When life and death confront each other, it still depends on the individual's combat power.

At that time, Meng Ran's cultivation of concentration was based on his terrible fighting power.

Now Meng Ran's body has been cultivated into sapphire glaze body, which is enough to shake the power of the body and cultivate to the top of the martial arts master!

"What a Gu Changfeng. I didn't expect you to be such a real dragon in Jiangbei." Meng ran sneered, "even if it's the ancestral dragon, I've killed it, not to mention you, the little dragon among men."

"If you want to fight, I will fight!"

Meng Ran's momentum changed dramatically. Even though he was facing a big enemy, he was awe inspiring and fearless.

"Get the pen."

Meng ran a big drink, and then the high-level school quickly sent paper and pen.

With a stroke of his pen, Meng ran finished a letter.

"Send this letter to the Central Military Academy. It has nothing to do with you. You don't have to worry about it."

After a word, Meng ran left.

Seeing this scene, a group of senior officials in the school were all in a fog. Wu Haitao, the director of discipline, asked in a low voice: "headmaster, shall we send or not send this letter?"

Guo Shixun stroked his long beard and looked at Meng Ran's back, full of regret in his eyes.

"This son is really extraordinary, but because I was confused for a while, I lost the chance in vain. It's just that, when we make up for him, we order people to send the envelope to the Central Military Academy, which is not only delayed."

After leaving Jianghua, Meng ran directly took a taxi back to Qingxiu Dongju villa.

"You want to bet with me, don't you? If you want to bet with me, these bets are far from enough. "

With a cold smile, Meng Ran is looking forward to the martial arts Lingyun's outstanding man, and what kind of expression will be after seeing his reply.

In Gu Changfeng's letter, he not only proposed the time and place of the decisive battle, but also offered conditions.

If Meng ran wins, Meng ran will own the Imperial military academy. Gu Changfeng will admit that Meng Ran's cultivation is above him in front of the whole Jiangbei warriors.

If he is defeated, he will be abandoned and kneel for ten days in front of the imperial court.

If we really look into it carefully, Gu Changfeng is playing a trick. He has already resigned from the post of president of the martial arts academy. Even if Meng ran hands over the middle emperor military academy, he will not have much loss.

But once Meng ran loses, Meng Ran is not only to be humiliated, but also to be a waste person in this life.

Therefore, there are only two words in Meng Ran's reply to him.

Meng ran knows that he will never refuse, because he is Gu Changfeng of Wu Dao Lingyun!

At dusk, Gu Changfeng in white is enjoying tea leisurely in the pavilion.

"The sweet spring water of pearl spring, the celadon tea set of Jingdezhen, and the professional skills of Weiwei, who are not inferior to the tea making master, this tea can be said to be sweet in the throat, with endless aftertaste."

Sipping the fragrant tea, the martial arts master gave a kind smile and was generous with praise.

"Of course, Wei Wei's tea art has been praised by many tea masters in the circle." Shen Shuchen on one side said with a smile.

"It's good if you like it. If you like, you can stay in Zhonghuang martial arts academy, and Weiwei will make you tea every day." Yu Weiwei, a plain chiffon dress, is graceful and graceful, just like a lady from a big family.

Gu Changfeng laughs and praises Yu Weiwei.

At this time, not far from the pavilion, vice president Xu Changqing came in a hurry with a letter.

Seeing this, Gu Changfeng stroked his long snow-white beard, and Zhizhu said in his hand, "Shuchen, do you dare to accept my letter of war?"

Shen Shuchen frowned on hearing the speech. He had seen Gu Changfeng's letter of war. The gambling in it was too cruel. Once the young master lost, he would be doomed.

Shen Shuchen admitted that he did not have the courage to take over.

Seeing Shen Shuchen shaking his head, Gu Changfeng said with a smile: "don't worry, he will take this letter of war!"

At this time, the envelope in Xu Changqing's hand was also delivered.

Different from Gu Changfeng, Meng Ran's letters are very simple, ordinary letters can't be ordinary any more.

Yu Weiwei said with a sneer, "master, I think this young master is just a superficial figure. He can't even leave his strength on the paper."As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Changfeng, who opened the letter and saw two big characters on the paper, stood up.

The whole person is like a sharp sword, the terror and pressure is actually through the body, blowing pavilions around the scenery are crumbling.

"Master!"

Shen Shuchen and Yu Weiwei are shocked.

At this time, Gu Changfeng's paper slowly fell on the stone table, and Shen Shuchen's brothers and sisters all caught sight of the two big characters.

It's amazing that:

gamble!