Waste only needs a system, I am strong only by myself

The suzerain launched a mobilization meeting vigorously in the Qingshan Sword Sect.

It's just that the disciples seem to be a little bit uninterested and not very interested.

Suzerain: "There are ten thousand swords in Hidden Sword Valley!"

"What does it matter to us? It's as if Excalibur can look at us."

Sovereign: "There is a mysterious opportunity in Hidden Sword Valley!"

"What does it matter to us? Talk like I can grab it."

The suzerain's operation was as fierce as a tiger, and when he looked back, he could gather five people.

Qingshan people, Qingshan soul, and Qingshan are all lying flat people.

Brother Dumbao sneered.

This was as early as he expected.

It was the same in the previous life, there were only a few people who followed him to Hidden Sword Valley, and the three of them suffered humiliation outside Hidden Sword Valley.

This group of salted fish had no intention of fighting at all.

The five stood outside the gate of Qingshan Sword Sect, looking at each other.

Someone speaks.

"Let's plan the route and avoid those ominous places along the way."
Li Xiaohua looked at Zhang Hao who made him lose face, and sneered.

He lifted the mask on his face.

"Sorry, I don't plan to go with you, the road is open to the sky, let's go each side."

After speaking, he walked away with his sword.

Brother Dumao looked at Zhang Hao who had snatched the title of Daoist from him and slapped him with a bloody hole, and sneered.

He stroked the dull hair on his head.

It is even more impossible for him to go with Zhang Hao and the others, without the burden of other fellow students, just as he wants.

This time he has to grab the position of entering the valley in advance.

"Sorry, I have no plans to go with you, so I will leave."

Brother Dumao walked away with his sword.

Such a ruthless two people are infuriating.

And Zhang Hao stood there looking at the sky in a daze.

"It's still a reliable way, let's" the man didn't finish speaking.

Zhang Hao suddenly ran back to the sect.

When I saw him again, I held a book of secret arts in my hand.

"Sorry for the wait."

"Wait a minute, I'll understand a secret technique first."

The man breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Zhang Hao would also leave by himself.

"Daozi is worthy of being a Daozi, and he didn't forget to read books in this short time."

He took out the map, "Let's see which way to go—it's more suitable. What's your opinion, Daozi?"

Zhang Hao ignored it.

Watching the secret technique attentively, talking to himself from time to time.

"Considering that the magnitude of the acceleration of an object is directly proportional to the applied force and inversely proportional to the mass of the object."
"If combined with Newton's three laws"
"Why can Yu Jian Fei only use one, can I add another one?"
"Is the difference between a single-sword movement and a double-sword movement the same as the difference between a three-cylinder engine Alto and an eight-cylinder engine sports car?"

"Then I'm adding a flying sword to my head to work like a helicopter propeller. Wouldn't it take off faster?"
Suddenly, Zhang Hao spoke.

"Anti-Mechanics Fencing Technique."

"I understand!"

"I'm going too!"

The two fellow apprentices didn't even know what happened.

[Hey, host]
[Newton's three laws are being added to Feijian. ]
[Adding anti-gravity to flying sword. ]
[Adding air-breaking sound waves to Feijian. ]
[Increasing the horsepower of the flying sword. ]
[Adding drift effects to the flying sword. ]
Zhang Hao stepped on a flying sword with his left foot, a flying sword with his right foot, and a flying sword on his head doing propeller movement.

With a whoosh, Yujian walked away.

The two of them were left alone in a messy wind, incapable of blaming each other.

"Daozi is waiting for enlightenment, what are you waiting for?"

"Hehe, go to Hidden Sword Valley, do you deserve it?"

in the blue sky.

Sun Dasheng recklessly changed his flying posture in the air.

He is the king of the air.Love fast and furious.

Won the championship of three consecutive Yujian competitions.

In the field of Yujian flying, he dares to say that his cultivation base is below the fifth rank, and he ranks second, and no one dares to rank first—.

"Life is really lonely like snow."

"I beg alone..."
At this time.

In this ultra-high-speed flight state, at this speed that it is impossible to touch people.

Someone interrupted his train of thought.

"Hey, brother, ask me the way."

"How to get to Hidden Sword Valley?"
Sun Dasheng turned his head stiffly, and was almost twisted by the high-speed rotating spiral flying sword propeller.

He swears that he has never seen such a weird swordplay.

A flying sword with one foot?
Isn't this guy afraid that the flying sword's speed is out of sync and pulling his own eggs?
What the hell is that flying sword spinning horizontally above its head?
What if I cut my head off.

Sun Dasheng subconsciously pointed in a direction.

"Thank you bro, come back to Qingshan Sword Sect, I will treat you to a big banquet."

Zhang Hao adjusted the direction, and the tails of the two rusty swords under his feet sprayed out huge flames, roaring like beasts, and turned into black spots and disappeared from the field of vision.

Sun Dasheng came to his senses.

"hateful!"

"He, a little cultivator of the first rank, actually pretended to be aggressive in front of me. No one can beat me in the field of Yujian flying."

He hadn't met an opponent for a long time, and his blood was boiling.

He put on a good posture, tried his best to catch up with Zhang Hao, and wanted to compare with Zhang Hao, but he didn't fart.

Sun Dasheng longed for it.

"I am defeated!"

"What a fast man."

He was king in the air, a real man in five seconds, and he was defeated by a little-known first-rank monk.

Sun Dasheng recalled the strange flying posture of Yujian.

lost in thought.

"Qingshan Sword Sect..."
"It's impossible for a first-rank cultivation base to be so fast, it must be that weird posture of guarding the sword."

He couldn't stand the temptation.

Deciding to give it a try, he took out another flying sword, one with each foot.

Then there was a scream.

"Ahhh!"

"I'm screwed!"

Outside the Hidden Sword Valley, there was a lot of voices.

"Look! That's Daozi Liu Ruoyu of the Wuji Sword Sect, a fair-skinned and beautiful swordsman who deserves to be a genius."
"Look at that! Look at that! The one with the red hair, the successor of the Raging Flame Sword, has a cultivation base of the top third rank at a young age."

"And that"
All of a sudden, the wilderness, where few people came to, was filled with geniuses from various sects.

In the direction of the entrance of Hidden Sword Valley, people are crowded everywhere.

"Damn it, don't squeeze!"

"There is no place to stop the sword here, get out of here."

"Grab my sword position! Court death!"

"The one on top of my head, pay attention to your quality, spitting down, my teeth will be knocked out by you."
"Goubi, don't pee on the ground. I'm hiding in the soil. The urine smells yellow. This is a cure."
Where there are people, there will naturally be rivers and lakes. The scene is like a hodgepodge, extremely chaotic.

now.

Brother Dumao searched carefully among the crowd.

He was looking for that good-for-nothing swordsman who stepped on shit luck in his previous life.

He had met that useless swordsman several times in his previous life, and because of his admiration, he had a deep impression on him.

At the same time, in his mind - over and over again - he recalled the legends about the adventures he heard about the waste wood sword repairer in his previous life.

In the distance, a young man in white clothes with a handsome face and a thin figure appeared in his vision.

Brother Dumao's eyes lit up.

"found it!"

The young man at this time did not have the domineering spirit after obtaining the Excalibur in his previous life.

Brother Dumao shuttled through the crowd with stern eyes, and quietly walked around behind the boy.

Sorry, little brother, your chance is mine now!