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

Game start!
Facing five flying swords floating in the air.

The five members of the tongue twister team were confused.

It was the first time they had seen such a strange thing.

I don't even know how to start!

The five flying swords took the lead and spread out, occupying five corners respectively.

One of the silver flying swords began to command.

"A formation of swords!"

brush!
The five flying swords rotated at a high speed, and every movement was completely synchronized without any difference.

A roar came out.

The incomparably sharp sword energy caused the tongue twister team to suffer unspeakably.

Under the stage, the five members of the Spirit Sword Sect were still laughing, eating hot pot and singing, and ignored everything on stage.

As if this game has nothing to do with them.

This scene made the tongue twisters extremely angry.

We are playing hot pot on the top, and you are eating hot pot down there?
Ye Tianlan's face was serious.

He felt the horror of this fighting style.

All movements of the five flying swords are completely synchronized.

That in itself is a scary thing.

In this way, 100% of the power of the sword array and combined swordsmanship can be brought into full play.

It seems that there are five flying swords on the field, but in fact there is only one.

more importantly……

This way of fighting is really annoying!

as predicted.

Among the five tongue twisters, someone smelled the aroma of hot pot, and the atmosphere in their hearts reached its peak.

A mouthful of blood spurted out and fell to the ground.

A mocking voice came from the direction of the Spirit Sword Gate below the stage.

"Thank you for the mouthful of blood, old iron 666!"

Someone frowned upon hearing this.

These people are bad!
The others were already vomiting blood out of anger, yet they still mocked.

The quality is really low.

The faces of the other four people on the stage were livid.

"Senior brother!"

"Shame!"

"I have never been so humiliated!"

The four of them were so preoccupied that they no longer wanted to fight.

He was quickly defeated by the onslaught of five flying swords.

Everyone savored the battle just now.

"So strong!"

"If my flying sword has such a sword spirit, its combat power will definitely be doubled."

The power of the sword spirit and the convenience it brings have already planted a seed in everyone's hearts.

And this is exactly what the Crooked Mouth Spirit King wants to see.

Let someone deliver it to your door, saving time and effort.

This is a very important part of his plan to subvert Haotian Continent.

Soon the first round of competition is over.

The knockout round of the second round begins.

After several games, it was the turn of Zhang Hao and others to play again.

"Please Qingshan Jianzong, I am really not coming back to the God of War team."

"I invite the Sea Blue Sword Sect, please sponsor and ask the maintenance team to come on stage."

Because I have experienced the stigma of being shirtless before.

This time, the maintenance team changed to a robe without advertisement.

Five people are full of energy.

"Let us learn the methods of returning God of War disciples!"

Excited to explain.

"It seems that this is a game of fighting between dragons and tigers!"

"I can't help but wait and see."

Zhang Hao took a step forward.

"Senior brother Xiao, take care, I will personally demonstrate other uses of righteousness for you in this match."

"The few of you can be a pendant quietly and just watch from the sidelines."

Li Xiaohua was unhappy again.

Why should I be the son of destiny as a pendant?

"Humph!"

"This sentence should be said by me!"

"Get out of the way, I, Li Xiaohua, will take over this game!"

"None of you are allowed to interfere!"

Everyone in the audience called him a good guy!
These two don't regard their opponents as human beings at all.

Competing for a dozen or five.

Is this the style and self-confidence of a hidden master?

Zhang Hao was taken aback.

As the number one disciple of the sect, since Li Xiaohua from the same sect opened his mouth, he still has to give this face.

Li Xiaohua looked around.

The audience is crowded with people.

Countless eyes gathered on him.

Li Xiaohua's blood boiled immediately.

This is the treatment he deserves.

This is the life he wants.

From today, I, Li Xiaohua, will shock the whole world by me.

I'm going to let this my name spread across the continent.

Li Xiaohua cupped his hands and introduced himself to his opponent and everyone in the audience.

"I'm Li Xiaohua, the sword sect of Qingshan Mountain!"

"Maybe you don't know me now."

"But in the future, you will definitely remember my name firmly!"

The voice just fell.

someone exclaimed.

"Li Xiaohua?"

"Is he Li Xiaohua?"

"My God, I finally saw the real person, but why is he wearing a mask?"

Li Xiaohua was taken aback by this reaction.

what's the situation.

There are so many people here who know me?

Could it be that my reputation has spread throughout the entire continent?
Judging by their expressions, they seem to be shocked.

whee.

As expected of me, the legendary Son of Destiny.

They must have been shocked by my temperament.

"It's better to be famous than to meet each other. This kind of self-confidence is really a role model for my generation. I don't dare to beat five with my 1.7 Hua strength."

"I feel that my strength has improved recently and may have reached the standard of 1.5 Hua."

"Me too, I feel that I have reached the standard of 2.0 Hua."

Li Xiaohua thumped in his heart.

1.7 Hua? 1.5 Hua? 2.0 Hua?
He looked confused.

"What is Hua... Does this have anything to do with me?"

Although I didn't understand what these people were saying, I always felt that what they said was not good.

Zhang Hao silently leaned forward and explained.

"Hua, that is Li Xiaohua."

"I invented a strength measurement unit, which is simple, clear, catchy, and very easy to use."

"They all like it."

Li Xiaohua was taken aback for a moment, his face full of disbelief.

My special meow has become the unit of measurement for the strength of sword repairs in the entire continent?

The Son of Destiny was reduced to weights and measures?

He looked at Zhang Hao with fierce eyes.

This kid is so bad!
How dare you use this method to slander my reputation!

The four of Zhang Hao retreated.

Signal Li Xiaohua to play freely.

The game officially begins.

Li Xiaohua withdrew his mind.

He decided to save his reputation through the game.

At this moment when the top sects in the whole continent are present.

It's time to show the true strength of the Destiny Child.

"I want you blind people to see how powerful I am."

Li Xiaohua felt melancholy.

"It's really hard to be a low-key person."

"The word ordinary has never been with me."

"My life is bound to be full of ups and downs."

"I wanted to get along with you as ordinary people, but what I got in exchange was that you regarded me as a unit of strength."

Li Xiaohua brushed his hair.

"Perhaps this is fate, and it is the road that a great man must walk."

He looked up 45 degrees to the sky.

His eyes were extremely deep.

Use a tone that sees through life and is full of vicissitudes.

"Do you know why I wear this mask?"

This is a good question.

The crowd meditated.

They are also very curious.

Wearing such a shameful mask on his face all year round.

What is the purpose.

What kind of face is under the mask.

Li Xiaohua laughed crazily, but looked a little desolate.

"seal!"

"This is the seal of fate!"

"When I take off the mask and break the seal, the world will tremble for me."