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

[Read the host's inner thoughts, and extract the final esoteric model of the Eighteen Swords of Subduing the Dragon. ]
in the ruins.

Something weird happened.

"La la la la, la la la, la la la!"

On such occasions, Zhang Hao suddenly hummed a song.

The song is fast and weird, but it sounds hot.

The rest of the people looked strange.

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"What is he singing for?"

"Did you get beaten stupid?"

The Broken Mountain Palm of the God of Medicine has arrived in front of his eyes.

"Jie Jie Jie! If you still have the mood to sing, give me a slap!"

Facing the menacing God of Medicine, Zhang Hao smiled.

Accompanied by his passionate singing, he gave a vigorous palm.

Palm to palm.

This time, there is no powerful energy collision.

No ground was shaken.

There are only Zhang Hao's passionate singing and the breeze blowing on his face.

Breeze blows.

Zhang Hao remained motionless.

The God of Medicine flew tens of meters backwards.

Spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, and both arms seem to be broken.

In such a suffocating situation, the scene could not even hear the sound of breathing.

The God of Medicine held back the severe pain, and asked in disbelief.

"What kind of trick are you doing?"

The Eighteen Swords of Subduing the Dragon's ultimate secret is extremely powerful, consuming a huge amount of aura, he is crumbling, his face is extremely pale, but his eyes are full of passion.

"In my hometown, there is a strong man and a real man."

"He fights with his own sound system, the music doesn't stop, and the fight doesn't stop."

"The famous martial arts master Sweeping Monk once said that if you want to defeat a hot man, you must turn off his stereo."

"My trick is similar to a hot man."

"The name is in my BGM, I am invincible!"

Zhang Hao said a lot, none of the people present could understand.

The time for Yaoshen to control his body reached the limit, and the moment Li Xiaohua took over his body, he screamed.

"my hand!"

"Ah, my hand hurts so much."

"I admit defeat! I won't fight anymore!"

Zhang Hao looked at Li Xiaohua, who was full of fear, with snot and tears hanging down his face, and sighed.

"I still like your rebellious appearance before, can you restore it, we are fighting two hands."

Li Xiaohua fainted from fright and was carried down for treatment.

The famed genius was defeated.

He was defeated by Zhang Hao, a little-known first-rank monk.

And the defeat was so complete and embarrassing.

The audience was silent.

Haven't recovered from this game that was like a fight between gods.

The boy in the ruins did not reveal a joyful expression, as if this victory was within his expectation.

Zhang Hao spoke slowly.

"Is it alright?"

"Am I the number one disciple of the Qingshan Sword Sect?"

clap clap clap!
Song Tianxiang took the lead in applauding.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"This is the most exciting competition I have seen among your younger generation of monks."

The suzerain stood up and came to Zhang Hao.

"I declare that Zhang Hao of Lingmu Peak will become the Taoist of the Qingshan Sword Sect."

Cheers from the audience.

These few games completely conquered them.

It's unheard of for the weak to defeat the strong every game, and to become a Daoist of the Qingshan Sword Sect with a first-rank cultivation.

"Please, the previous generation of Daozi will appear, and the two Daozi will take over."

off the field.

Four people hurried up carrying a stretcher.

"Qingshan Sword Sect takes the place of Daozi, applause and encouragement."

Zhang Haomeng circled.

The previous generation of Daozi was such a grand occasion!

Four people have to carry it all the way?

So terrifying.

Those who didn't know thought it was a black man carrying the coffin.

The previous generation Daozi on the stretcher had a bruised nose and a swollen face, with broken arms and legs.

As soon as he came on stage, he cried and howled.

"Good good!"

"I finally looked forward to today."

"Help me up quickly."

The Daozi of the previous generation, with one hand trembling, took out the Daozi token from his trouser pocket and handed it to Zhang Hao.

"Well done!"

Then he rolled off the stretcher and disappeared from sight while rolling and crawling.

Come and go quickly.

"This...what's the situation, how did he break his arms and legs?"

Zhang Hao was suspicious.

There was a strange light in the suzerain's eyes.

"Don't panic."

"It is normal for sects to challenge each other."

"Daozi is another representative of the strongest combat power of contemporary disciples of a sect."

"It's normal to be challenged by door-to-door."

"Hahaha, fighting, breaking arms and legs is also normal."

"You will encounter it in the future, it's not serious, it doesn't matter."

Zhang Hao was in a daze.

Really?

At this time.

From the highest mountain of Qingshan Sword Sect, a majestic and solemn voice came out.

"pass!"

"A generation of Taoists!"

The suzerain is serious.

"The grandfather is calling you."

"This is the honor that only Daozi has, to be able to look up at the face of the patriarch."

"Go quickly, don't keep the patriarch waiting for a long time."

Zhang Hao looked at the towering mountains.

Longing for.

According to legend, the patriarch on that mountain range was an eighth-rank great monk.

At the same time, it is also the last face of Qingshan Sword Sect.

There is a wooden house on the top of the mountain.

This is the place where the patriarch enlightened and practiced.

"Enter."

Zhang Hao walked in, and was surprised to find that the legendary patriarch turned out to be a beautiful woman.

He hesitated.

Should I call him Patriarch or Patriarch?

The patriarch carefully looked at Zhang Hao.

Blue veins burst.

Mouth fragrant!

"What the fuck?"

"Now the Qingshan Sword Sect has been reduced to such a point?"

"Choose a first-rank cultivator as Taoist?"

Zhang Hao frowned.

This guy is really low quality.

a long time.

Grandpa seems to have accepted the fact.

"One generation is worse than the next."

"Qingshan Sword Sect... hey."

He was in a bad mood.

"As a Daoist, do you have doubts about your practice?"

"Today, I can answer all your doubts."

Zhang Hao thought for a while before speaking.

"Confuse?"

"I don't have any doubts about my practice."

Grandpa was taken aback.

This kid's cultivation base is not high, and his tone is not small.

He laughed back angrily.

"Is there really no doubt at all?"

"If you miss today, I won't be answering any of your questions."

Zhang Hao nodded, saying no.

"Well, since there is no doubt, I will test you."

The patriarch, who was originally calm, suddenly felt like cleaning up the house.

"As a sword cultivator, let me ask you, what is a sword."

The patriarch asked this question because he wanted to see how well Zhang Hao understood kendo.

Try to see if there is still room for this Taoist to be saved.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Hao opened his mouth and came.

"Swords are weapons. There are long swords, short swords, heavy swords, and soft swords. They are generally made of metal. They are long, with a pointed front, edges on both sides, and a short handle at the back."

"It can be used to kill and cut people, very useful."