Chapter 1262 1 Way Promotion, Target Champion

After learning about Sun Mo's abilities, Yang Shengren and Hu Yasheng were completely stunned.

The 28-year-old Sun Mo, if he can really get the title of eight-star master teacher, then he will create a brand new record.

No one in the past has affirmed it, and basically there will be no one in the future.

"Other famous teachers can be called a genius if they are promoted to five stars at the age of fifty, but you can't be described as a genius anymore."

Yang Shizhan was very envious. Although he is a saint now, he is over 600 years old and has at most 300 years of life left.

It seems very long, but it is not enough to make a career.

Sun Mo was different. Even if he became a saint at a hundred years old, how could he live a thousand years with his aptitude? Nine hundred years is enough for him to kill other saints and become the number one saint in Kyushu.

What an honor that is!

Hu Xingjiang didn't have such random thoughts, because he only had admiration in his heart.

Sun Mo chuckled, not paying much attention to these titles.

"After the heroic battle is over, I will go to test for a master's license, and then make the spirit calculator as soon as possible."

Sun Mo looked at Xiao Hebao: "Ziqi, come and be my assistant!"

"Um!"

Li Ziqi couldn't ask for more.

After being able to secure the seven-star title, Sun Mo decided to be lazy. He would give lessons to the gourd babies in the morning and evening, and then watch the competition.

In fact, Sun Mo wanted to go to the brothel Chuguan in the city to have a look, but Lu Zhiruo's little tail kept following him, so he couldn't find an excuse to get away.

"Trouble!"

Sun Mo was depressed, he couldn't take the female students to snuggle with the red and lean on the emerald green, could he?

Then his own reputation is absolutely rotten.

Fortunately, every match in the Yingjie finals was very good, which made up for Sun Mo's wounded heart.

The schedule for this year's finals is divided into upper and lower halves, with 32 people in each half, and then divided into four groups, each with four people, one-on-one, and then the winners of the same group will face off again, until Decide the group first.

In fact, it wasn't that complicated in the past, but this year, five of Sun Mo's students made it to the finals.

In the past, the most was the three personal disciples of the same saint who entered the death circle. It can be said that Sun Mo broke the record again.

The judges arranged the schedule in this way not to take care of Sun Mo's students, but to treat them equally.

On a sunny morning, on the arena in the central square of the city, fierce battles are in full swing.

Xuanyuan Po was dressed in white with a silver spear, and his moves were sharp and unrestrained, which attracted bursts of applause from the audience.

When the audience watched the game, they liked this kind of offensive players, because they were hot enough, passionate, and gorgeous. If anyone shrank, even if they won, they would be booed by the audience.

With a long spear like a dragon, Xuanyuan Po's face was expressionless, and his face was as cold as a robot. Every shot of him reached the extreme.

Finally, his opponent couldn't bear this onslaught, and a flaw appeared. The fighting ghost immediately caught it and launched a brilliant offensive.

Opponent loses,

Suddenly he jumped back and opened a distance of more than ten meters. Just when he thought it was safe for the time being and he could catch his breath, Xuanyuan Po's final kill arrived.

Thousands of miles to invite the moon!

Swish!

The silver gun shot out, like a shooting star piercing the night sky, and pierced the opponent's chest. The huge impact brought him down the ring.

Xuanyuan Po grabbed it with his right hand, and the silver spear flew back into his hand as if dragged by an invisible force.

"Concession!"

After performing the ceremony, Xuanyuan Po jumped off the ring, without waiting for the referee to declare him the winner.

In fact, he is not interested in these rules, he just wants to fight, if the referee doesn't allow it, he really wants to stand in the ring and continue to challenge.

Soon, it was Xianyuwei's turn.

"Junior sister, come on!"

Tantai Yutang encouraged.

The pure grassland girl is very popular in the teacher's school, and everyone does not look down on her because she is a barbarian.

"Um!"

Xian Yuwei entered the ring.

Her opponent was a tall and burly young man. The weapons he used were a pair of copper hammers, the size of a watermelon and weighing hundreds of catties.

"Little lady, where is your weapon?"

Niu Gao sniffed, and frowned when he saw Xian Yuwei's bare hands.

"I don't use a weapon!"

Xian Yuwei faced each other with both fists, and bumped hard: "I'm good at boxing!"

"..."

Niu Gao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and tried to persuade him: "Can you do it? Why don't you abstain? I'm really afraid that I'll kill you with a single blow!"

The audience in the audience also became noisy.

They were really two people. From the point of view of body shape and appearance, the gap was a bit big. This young man named Niu Gao was really stronger than a yak.

"Little lady, I can eat twenty catties of beef for a meal, you can't beat me!"

Niu Gao is still persuading.

"Thank you, but the teacher is watching from below, I can die, but I can't lose!"

Xian Yuwei looked serious.

"Why is his teacher so ruthless? Doesn't he value fame and fortune too much?"

"That's right, to let such a beautiful girl risk her life, it's really not human."

"Shh, don't die, her personal teacher is Sun Mo, the famous hand of God, great master of spirit patterns!"

Among the onlookers, some spectators had obviously just arrived and didn't know Xianyu Wei's origin. After hearing other people's science popularization, their expressions suddenly changed.

Sun Mo is the teacher of Li Ziqi, the empress of the Tang Dynasty, so he can't scold him. Sun Mo doesn't care, but Li Ziqi does. What if he finds himself in trouble?

When some high-ranking officials heard Xian Yuwei say that Sun Mo was coming, their eyes lit up immediately, and they prepared to pay a respectful visit after today's competition was over.

It would be even better if he could accept his own child.

"Okay, I'll try not to kill you!"

Niu Gao looked like he was thinking about Xian Yuwei, but after the referee called out to start, he directly rushed towards Xian Yuwei with a savage charge.

"go to hell!"

Niu Gao raised his war hammer high and smashed it at Xian Yuwei's head.

As long as he gets into the top ten, there will be a huge bonus, so all Niu Gao's performances just now are to paralyze his opponents.

King Kong is not bad!

A little golden lacquer appeared between Xian Yuwei's eyebrows, and then quickly spread all over her body, making her look like a statuette.

Then the prairie girl punched.

boom!

The golden fist and the war hammer collided with each other, and there was a deafening sound, and then the war hammer flew away with a whistling sound.

"Get out of the way!"

Watching the hammer fall, the crowd panicked.

"Um?"

Niu Gao was dumbfounded, where is my hammer? And the head-to-head encounter just now made his whole arm numb, and he couldn't use his strength for a while.

call!

Xian Yuwei's heavy punch came with the sound of breaking the wind.

"I abstain!"

Niu Gao shouted and raised his hands.

call!

The golden fist stopped in front of Niu Gao, the edge of the fist was as sharp as a steel knife, and it hurt Niu Gao's cheek when it was scraped.

"My God, what kind of power is this girl? Fortunately, I abstained in time, otherwise if I was hit by a punch, my brains would be scattered all over the ring."

Niu Gao found that his pants were a little wet.

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