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

The five members of the Seeking Sponsorship Team were carried down for a long time before slowly regaining consciousness.

After learning that they confided on the stage the immoral things hidden deep in their hearts.

All of them were pale.

This is simply the scene of a large-scale social death.

They can't wait to faint again and lose consciousness.

offstage.

The master swordsman cast a meaningful look in the direction of Qingshan Sword Sect.

At this time, the suzerain was extremely calm and accepted it frankly.

Ever since he realized that the sect was really a hermit sect, only he, the suzerain, was an outsider.

No matter what kind of world-shattering move the disciples in the sect make, he can accept it.

Zhang Hao dismissed the keyboard.

"Senior brother Xiao, have you realized it?"

Brother Dumbao didn't answer right away.

Instead, he closed his eyes and carefully recalled Zhang Hao's every move.

a long time.

He opened his eyes in shame.

Every word Zhang Hao said, every movement he could reproduce.

But he couldn't understand the profound meaning in it at all.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, for disappointing you..."

"I... didn't realize anything."

Brother Dumao lowered his head in shame.

I thought that my talent in cultivation was mediocre, but I was very good at comprehension.

The result is nothing in front of the teacher.

Senior Brother Dumao felt ashamed and blamed himself in his heart.

Xiao Miaomiao, Xiao Miaomiao.

What are you proud of!

It would be great to develop a secret technique that will make the bald head shine!

You are nothing in front of the teacher.

Afterwards, Senior Brother Damao got a little excited.

What kind of key method the teacher just showed, Keyboard Man, he couldn't understand the meaning of the name.

But he can see the effect.

It was so strong that it was terrifying.

This is only one day since the creation of the school of nine-year compulsory education.

What a genius this is, who can create such a strong move in such a short period of time.

Senior Brother Dumao asked respectfully.

"Mr. Zhang, how did you create this trick?"

Zhang Hao was puzzled.

"How to create?"

"Isn't it enough to have a hand?"

"It's super easy to be a keyboard warrior."

Brother Silly Hair: "..."

He felt hit.

Zhang Hao then thought about it.

"Senior Brother Xiao, it's not your fault."

"Your thinking limits your imagination and understanding."

"The way of the key is very strong and profound, just read it once, it really won't have any effect."

"What's more, you don't know Pinyin or Wubi..."

"It's really impossible to be a qualified keyboard warrior."

"Well, come to me tonight, and I will teach you pinyin typing, so that you can become a keyboard warrior."

Brother Dumao looked excited.

Take a look!
Such a powerful secret technique can be taught without hesitation.

And typing in pinyin, a noun that has never appeared in the Haotian Continent, sounds very daunting when you hear it.

Brother Dumao is once again proud of being the first to join the school of nine-year compulsory education.

He nodded solemnly.

"Teacher, don't worry, I will definitely learn spelling and typing!"

"Strive to become a keyboard warrior."

Zhang Hao was pleased.

So studious, very good, very good.

"You have to work hard. Pinyin typing is a very important foundation."

"In the battle just now, I have a new understanding of the way of fighting."

"I'll show you the next battle."

Brother Dumao was in awe.

There are no words to express my respect.

"By the way, teacher, what you just said was pinyin typing and Wubi..."

"Why do you only teach me pinyin typing and not Wubi?"

Zhang Hao: "Because I don't know Wubi either."

After a full day of racing.

The exciting knockout round is over.

The final semi-finals and final will be played tomorrow.

And this time.

Everyone in the audience was in a trance.

Really.

We should be the most unlucky people who eat melons.

Smog pollution.

light pollution.

fart pollution.

Mental pollution.

Tried all of them.

Some people can't bear the depressed mood.

Cry loudly.

"I will never participate in the Sword Discussion Conference next time!"

"I ask the host to accompany us for physical and mental damage."

night.

In this sword discussion meeting, Qingshan Sword Sect is in full swing.

Although the suzerain of the sect has tried his best to explain that he is not the returning God of War, the Qingshan Sword Sect is not a hidden master either.

But judging from the performance of the disciples in the sect.

This sect is definitely not easy!
Many sects came to visit.

in the yard.

People come and go.

The suzerain and the patriarch looked at each other.

There is an indescribable meaning in each other's eyes.

The big sword cultivators who were unattainable in the past stood respectfully in front of them one by one.

The suzerain looked sad.

A pain welled up in my heart.

Before, he never thought that Qingshan Sword Sect was a hidden master.

But after today's match, he was 100% sure that Qingshan Sword Sect was a hidden master.

The suzerain's grief flows upstream like a river.

Immediately.

All the sword repair masters feel a strong melancholy temperament.

Mixed with an aura of the weak, emanating from the returning God of War.

They shook their bodies and looked at each other.

"As expected of God of War!"

"Temperament is very precise, and it can change as soon as it is said."

"Just this melancholy temperament, most people can't imitate."

Some big guys couldn't help but open their mouths to ask for advice humbly.

"I have a question that I would like to ask God of War Zhao, I hope God of War will not hesitate to enlighten me."

"I have always had a problem. Because I am too strong, I will always inadvertently radiate coercion."

"It seems that I am not amiable at all, and it will cause too much psychological pressure on the younger generation."

"May I ask how you interpret the aura of the weak to such an extreme and realistic level?"

This question asked most of the voices.

They are also curious.

No matter what method this returning God of War uses.

From any angle, there is a breath of weakness.

The suzerain was speechless: "..."

Deceiving too much!

What does it mean to interpret the aura of the weak so extreme and realistic?

Can you speak human language? Is there anyone who speaks like this?
If it's not that you can't beat you, labor and management will cut you with a sword on the spot!

Looking at the expectant eyes of the surrounding bosses.

The suzerain felt that if he didn't give an answer, he might not be able to rest tonight.

He sighed, why do I exude a strong breath of weakness and pretend to be so...

"That's because I'm a weak person!"

"I am not the returning God of War as rumored at all."

"It's going to be complicated to explain."

"Anyway, just trust me."

The bosses frowned.

Up to now, he is still arguing about his identity as the returning god of war.

Don't want to share it with us.

This returning god of war is too stingy!

At this time.

A big guy suddenly exclaimed.

"I seem to understand something!"

"and many more!"

"I got it!"

He bowed deeply to the suzerain.

"Thank you God of War for your pointers."

The suzerain was dumbfounded.

There is an ominous premonition.

"What did you realize?"

The man's eyes shone with wisdom.

"You want to tell us that if you want others to not see the flaws, you must firmly believe that you are a weak person."

"No matter what the occasion, whoever asks."

"Only by perfectly bringing yourself into the role can you pretend to be so well."

Everyone suddenly realized.

That's it!

The God of War is calling us inadvertently.

Almost misunderstood him!