Chapter 7898

Originally, in Wu Mingsheng's opinion, he had acquired such a powerful weapon. He thought that his young disciples under the age of 30 were invincible in the world.

But now, the swordsman of Xinluo suddenly appears, which teaches him a lesson, and makes his childish and ridiculous ideas thoroughly break through.

Not only Wu Mingsheng, but also other immortals who were present felt bitterness in their hearts.

In the end, Wu Mingsheng was defeated in the war. They felt very oppressed and miserable in their hearts. This kind of feeling was just like a big stone in the Buddha's heart, which pressed on his chest, and he could not breathe.

Previously, this group of Central Plains practitioners also said that Wu Mingsheng was the first genius of China.

But now, Wu Mingsheng is in the hands of this young swordsman in Xinluo. It can be said that he does not have the most basic ability to parry and fight back. How can such a thing be possible?!

"Hey..."

"if you want me to say, Wu Mingsheng is too useless. It's just a pool of mud that can't help up the wall. It's really disappointing that he can't beat such a swordsman from Xinluo."

At this time, many practitioners began to complain about Wu Mingsheng.

After all, they now believe that Wu Mingsheng is so confident that Wu Mingsheng will be able to defeat the powerful enemy in front of them.

"Elders of Pingyuan Pavilion, the victory has been divided. What do you think?"

Seeing that the middle-aged swordsman looked at all the elders in the plain Pavilion on the stage that day, he also couldn't help but smile and asked.

"Needless to say, I will keep my promise

"The husband spits one nail, these 25 bottles of pills will naturally be handed over to you."

I saw, the first black robed old man, his old face also became very ugly, opened his mouth.

The old man in black really didn't expect that Wu Mingsheng would lose at this critical moment, and he would lose so miserably and have no face.

As we all know, Wu Mingsheng still has a rare and unique sword in his hand.

However, what the black robed old man did not expect was that the young swordsman of Xinluo had also used the ghost Ming of three generations in his hands, which could ensure that he would not fall behind when he fought with Wu Mingsheng.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

"don't worry, don't worry."

I saw the middle-aged swordsman in Xinluo. This was a loud smile.

However, in this scornful and indifferent smile, it makes many old people in the plain Pavilion feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Is it difficult for such an old man to play any other tricks?"

At the moment, I saw the young swordsman standing on the challenge arena with a cold smile. Looking at the excited practitioners around, they immediately shrugged their shoulders and showed a very disdainful smile.

"This is how you Chinese people are. When they worship you, they can hold you to heaven."

"But once you are defeated and lost, everyone who was there will not only smash you from the sky to the ground."

"And, one by one, they all want to come forward and kick you, step on your foot, and want to trample you into the soil."

"However, what is the future of such a group of scoundrels with bad root?"

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