Global high martial arts dead air panel

Chapter 45 Fang Yuan

Chapter 45 Fangyuan

On January 6, Guo Shengye came out of seclusion at the middle level of fifth grade!

Not only the martial arts masters and students were in an uproar, but even the entire martial arts world turned their attention to this eighteen-year-old boy.

Lao Litou took a sip of his wine and said, "You are really doing something extraordinary now."

"so so."

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

It is not too late to be proud when he is invincible in the world.

Old Man Li of the sixth grade: "..."

He let out a long sigh, his expression unusually lonely.

Because his mental power was wiped out, Li Changsheng could not see his future.

In other words, his path to martial arts has ended.

Year after year he watched his friend, classmate, and now student surpass him step by step.

This feeling is really unpleasant.

Old Man Li was lonely, but Guo Shengye saw the clip of Li Changsheng being rescued by Fang Ping after he slashed that shocking sword in the cave.

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

Li Changsheng has his own life and there is no need for him to interfere.

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

"What weapon?"

""The sacred iron at the bottom of the Tianhe River."

Li Changsheng almost spit out a mouthful of wine: "Speak like a human being!"

"Ruyi Golden Cudgel."

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

After speaking, Li Changsheng said maliciously: "The Ruyi Golden Cudgel weighs 13,500 kilograms. 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 bells and whistles?"

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

"I want to create a fighting method of my own, called dog beating stick method. Since I have a fighting method, 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 the dog-beating stick, it's called the Ruyi Golden Cudgel."

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

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."

Others mentioned that Guo Shengye’s weapon was a dog-beating stick, which sounded terrible.

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

"I don't know yet, so I'm asking you. Are there any growth-type weapons?"

Li Changsheng wanted to kick him out: "You idiot, do you think this is a fantasy novel? There are no growth-type weapons."

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

"Do you still know about the divine weapons?"

"The old principal told me."

"Magic weapons...are indeed not growth-type weapons, but high-grade magic weapons can be smelted into low-grade magic weapons to upgrade them. However...this is too wasteful. There are still many masters in China who do not have magic weapons.

Guo Shengye thoughtfully said: "So I'd better have the seventh-grade magic weapon first, and then merge it into the eighth- and ninth-grade weapons when I'm strong."

Li Changsheng glanced at him and felt that he was thinking nonsense: "...Do you think it's so easy to get the magic weapon? You have to kill a seventh-level monster first."

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

Li Changsheng kicked him, but Guo Shengye quickly dodged it.

It actually missed.

Li Changsheng felt that he could no longer keep his old face, so he pretended to be calm.

When Li Changsheng was surprised, Guo Shengye said with a smile: "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.

Sooner or later he will swing this sword, there is no rush.

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

January 9th.

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

Before anyone arrived, Fu Changding got out of the car and couldn't wait to walk to Guo Shengye: "Brother Ye, the blog you posted yesterday is really awesome."

Fang Ping looked at Guo Shengye in confusion: "What did you say again?"

Guo Shengye said calmly: "Being born in the 1970s, I am invincible."

Good guy, this time even the old martial arts veterans are being provoked?

Fang Ping couldn't hide his surprise, Guo Shengye said calmly: "I hope they come to me to compete. I haven't done anything for a long time, and I feel that my strength has dropped a lot."

Fang Ping, Fu Changding: "..."

What annoys people the most.

Fang Ping remembered that Guo Shengye stayed in the cave for a month in October. Only two months have passed. Does this mean he hasn't done anything for a long time?

Breaking through the middle of the fifth grade, does this mean that the strength has dropped a lot?

Quite Versailles.

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

"My family didn't even know that I was participating in the competition. Only my sister came to watch the fun, and the others were all my former high school classmates and friends."

"Didn't you notify your family about such a big thing?"

Fang Ping explained: "My parents are ordinary people. How can they accept this so easily? They know that I am going to compete on the stage, so they are not scared. I am different from you. Your elders have warriors and are used to all this... By the way

Guo, Brother Ye, does your family know?"

"You know, I'm different from you. I'm the top pick in the country, and the overwhelming news reports are saying that I will definitely participate. Can my family not know this?"

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

Fang Ping, ignored by media practitioners: "..."

I really feel sorry for you that his college entrance examination scores are not outstanding.

"Besides, I'm not participating in the competition. It's you who go up on stage to fight with people to death. They can watch as long as they like."

Hard, hard.

Fang Ping and Fu Changding felt that their fists were hardened.

Why is this man talking so irritatingly?

Guo Shengye wanted to go down to the cave to find someone to fight, but was delayed by the exchange competition. Guo Shengye had a cold face and became angrier the more he thought about it.

The three of them chatted all the time.

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

"coming."

The little girl ran towards this side excitedly. When she was approaching, she suddenly braked and walked over in a very ladylike manner.

"Hello, brother, I'm Fangyuan."

The little girl named Fangyuan introduced herself with a blushing face and blinked.

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

"Your classmate is my brother, isn't he?"

As Fangyuan spoke, he kept secretly glancing at Guo Shengye, who was standing to the side with a tall figure and a handsome face.

Fang Ping was so angry that he pinched her face and called her caring 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: "Hello, I am Guo Shengye."

Fangyuan may not know Guo Shengye, but these people know him.

During this period, 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 this, but the few people who came nodded silently.

After meeting Guo Shengye, my first impression was not his strength, but his outstanding appearance.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Fang Ping stopped making trouble and led everyone towards the parking lot.

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

"18 years old."

Fangyuan did the math and found that the difference was five years, which wasn't much.

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

"right."

"Brother, where are you from?"

"A native of Magic City."

"Brother, do you know where to find delicious food and fun in Magic City?"

"Brother, are you a warrior now?"

"Brother, who is better, you or my brother?"

"..."

Fangyuan chattered for a long time.

Fang Ping's face, who was walking in front, was getting darker and darker.