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

The magnificent Martial Arts Arena on the side peak of Cangxingmen was overcrowded.

In the stands, there was even more shoulder-to-shoulder rubbing, and there was not even a place to sit.

Around the square, several stone pillars rose from the ground, on which were carved blue-faced mythical beasts showing their fangs.

In the middle of the martial arts arena, all are paved with sapphire stones.

There are more leaves on the wall, and peach blossoms are in full bloom.

Looking from a distance, there is a touch of luxury and softness in the majesty and solemnity.

At this moment, Su Wudao had already arrived against the wind and arrived first.

He stood silently on one side of the square, looking at those people in the stands, feeling excited.

It is indeed a great blessing in life to be able to compete with Wei Shizun.

I just don't understand a little bit.

Why did the master insist on taking the mysterious turtle instead of coming from the gods.

Su Wudao still can't comprehend the demeanor of an expert.

The people in the stands looked at Su Wudao's seven-foot knife behind him, and couldn't help but be amazed:

"Xun Wenhong was the first to teach his disciples the most stringently, and his most proud disciple acted so ostentatiously. It's really good luck."

"I remember a few days ago, this Su Wudao challenged one of the chief executives of the Green Bamboo Peak, but he was beaten so badly that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was carried to the medical clinic. In the end, the chief executive healed him himself."

"I don't understand this person's brain circuit. My generation of monks should devote themselves to cultivation, but he is good. He makes troubles all day and has to find someone to discuss with him."

"A breath of rivers and lakes."

"It's understandable that people from the army have a little arrogance."

"Understanding is understanding, but the person he challenged this time is Cang Lan's second seat, this is life and death!"

The girls next to her also showed disgusted expressions:

"Isn't that right, Su Wudao doesn't weigh his best!"

"Just make trouble for the second seat!"

"I heard that the reason is because of a fairy magic of the fairy treasure level."

"Yes, Master found it first, but this Su Wudao insisted that he searched for it for three days and three nights."

"Sigh, although it's at the level of immortal treasures, Master's doing this always feels out of style."

"What does it mean to be out of style? Master, I have been looking for it all afternoon, and I want to give it to my personal disciple Chen Yu. Why do you have to give it to him?"

"It's also..."

The onlookers are discussing.

Suddenly, someone looked towards the entrance of the square not far away, and exclaimed:
"It's the second seat, it's Master!"

"Here he is! Here he is!"

"Wow, how handsome!"

"I can't do it, I can't do it, give me a quick-acting heart-relief pill, every time I look at him, I feel faint..."

"As for?"

At the entrance in the distance, Wei Canglan was still wearing a black shirt, walking steadily, with hands behind his back facing the wind, walking slowly.

At this moment, he could hear the screams and flattery around him, with a faint smile on his face.

However, the inner mother sells batches.

Bros.

Don't flatter me, okay?

How do you comment on me and Su Wudao?

Said he was overwhelmed?
Say there is no suspense in this competition?
What you say, Lao Tzu is a typical villain!
Today's incident, no matter how you look at it, I will be slapped in the face, right?
Almost got it!
At this time, Chen Yu also came to the front of the stands, and the crowd unconsciously gave way to her.

It's not just because of her special temperament, one can tell at a glance that she is the daughter of a rich family, with a dignified appearance.

What's more, everyone now knows that this is Cang Lan's second-ranked personal disciple.

When someone's master performs martial arts, he must let his own disciples stand in the front to see the master's skills.

The two sides came to the scene, and there was a lot of voices.

The onlookers were even more excited.

It's just that everyone didn't notice that several tall figures suddenly descended from the stands at the top of the martial arts arena.

It is the head teacher and others.

I saw the most rigid Xun Wenhong scolded:
"Bullshit!"

"This Su Wudao, I have been teaching him non-stop on weekdays, to respect the teacher, behave prudently, and get rid of his battlefield aura, but why doesn't he listen, and now it's even more troublesome!"

"No! I'm going to deal with him right now!"

Du Ruixi and Zuo Qiuru who were beside them both laughed, looking like they were enjoying the show.

The head coach Qi Xiao smoothed his gray beard and shook his head at Xun Wenhong:
"Junior brother, it's okay, let the young people make trouble."

"Canglan stays at Xueyue Peak all day, no matter how calm her temper is, she is afraid that she will be lonely."

"Having someone like Su Wudao to challenge him will also make him more interesting."

After hearing this, Xun Wenhong just snorted and didn't say anything.

But in my heart I was thinking:
Brother, I understand what you said, but I also love my disciple!

Only in the past few years has such a good seed as Su Wudao emerged.

Can he compare with Cang Lan?

What should I do if I am injured or disabled?Who shall I pass on my mantle to?

The head teacher was still smiling, he had already seen through Xun Wenhong's intentions.

He just doesn't talk about it.

Anyway, he thinks it's a good thing for young people to make trouble.

As a result, the chief seats did not end, and no one found them.

The disciples in the martial arts arena are still lively.

The two people off the court have also taken their positions.

The two sides were separated by several feet and looked at each other from a distance.

Su Wudao held back his excitement, took two steps forward, cupped his hands and said respectfully:
"I've heard that Master Wei is a natural born Buddha bone, who often shakes the sky... Today, I'm not talented. I know I'm no match for Master, but I still dare to challenge. I hope you can give me some pointers!"

His tone trembled slightly, neither humble nor overbearing.

Wei Canglan gave a small compliment in his heart.

It is indeed a protagonist template.

It is different from ordinary disciples.

Facing myself, I think about challenges, but not blindly pursuing.

Ugh.

Today's stubble really can't be avoided.

Wei Canglan smiled like the warm sun in winter, raised his hand forward, and said softly:
"Disciple Wudao, let's make a move."

His smile immediately caused countless disciples to scream.

"Ahhhhh! So handsome!"

"Indeed! No way! I must be by Master's side!"

"Go away, look at you, you look like a shoehorn!"

"Who are you talking about! How are you? With a golden hooked nose and toad mouth, and a pumpkin head with bowed legs!"

"you!"

The two people in the field could no longer hear the surrounding voices.

Su Wudao stared at Wei Canglan, holding his breath.

His spirit was tense, and he didn't dare to move his eyes away from Wei Canglan's body.

Wei Canglan just stood there, motionless, full of flaws.

But even so, Su Wudao still felt an unbearable sense of oppression in an instant.

Suffocating, cold, trembling.

Su Wudao didn't know what happened to his body.

It feels extra stiff.

He looked at Wei Canglan, not knowing why.

The opponent didn't move at all!

Is it just pure imposing suppression?
Overwhelm others?

How can it be?

Taking a closer look, he found that Wei Canglan still had a calm smile on his face, as friendly as a brother, without any lethality.

Where did this terrible sense of oppression come from?

Su Wudao was puzzled.

He took a deep breath, and unfastened the Qi Chi Guan Dao on his back.

The handle of the knife hit the slate, making a crisp sound.

Su Wudao gritted his teeth and forced himself to say:
"This knife is called Yanhuo Dasaw, it weighs eighty, and it will drink countless blood with me on the battlefield!"

"Master, please also sacrifice your divine soldiers!"