Wu Guang was stunned. He asked about Ying Baiwu's ancestor purely out of curiosity. He wanted to know what kind of major character this clan had produced!
The value of a peerless-grade saint-tier cultivation art could allow a clan to prosper for several hundred years. After all, for cultivation arts, as long as the next generation wasn't too stupid, they would be able to benefit endlessly after learning them.
But what did this young girl say?
Her cultivation art was taught by her teacher?
Wu Guang subconsciously looked toward Sun Mo. The word 'wastrel' instantly appeared in his mind.
Wu Guang's personal teacher, the great teachers around the arena, and the spectators were all looking at Sun Mo with stunned expressions. They didn't know what to say.
"Is there something wrong with this fellow's head?"
"Let alone saint-tier cultivation arts, even peerless-grade heaven-tier cultivation arts have to be passed down to sons and not daughters. This is great, he directly passed it down to a female disciple!"
"It's not a problem to pass it down to a student, but aren't you going to test her loyalty? From what I know, Sun Mo has only taken her in as a disciple for less than two years! "
The spectators whispered to each other.
Because there were also underground bets for the personal disciples battle, the information of Ying Baiwu and the other two had long since been dug out.
Although they didn't know her background, they knew that she had only been following Sun Mo for over a year.
Because Sun Mo's actions were too illogical, they were all dumbfounded.
"Are peerless-grade saint-tier cultivation arts cabbages in your clan?"
On the judging panel, the major character with the surname Wang mumbled.
"Doesn't this prove that Sun Mo is magnanimous and boundless?"
Mei Yazhi looked at Sun Mo, her gaze filled with admiration. He didn't hide anything when facing a student. This was the magnanimity of a great teacher!
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Mei Yazhi + 100. Friendly (350/1,000).
"As expected, it's the same as what I thought?"
Mei Ziyu sat in the corner and propped her chin up with her hands as she surveyed Sun Mo. There was a sweet smile on her lips.
Li Ruolan, who was standing next to Sun Mo, tilted her head and looked at him. If it wasn't for the fact that she was worried about being beaten up, she really wanted to ask, 'Are you a fool?'
This beautiful reporter grabbed the front of her shirt with her right hand. She felt her heart aching!
Because she suddenly thought of something. (If I were to marry him, wouldn't this be considered my clan's inheritance? Wasn't it too much of a loss to impart it to a female student?
Gu Xiuxun looked at the shocked expressions of the people in the surroundings. She raised her arm mischievously and bumped Sun Mo's arm. (Do you know how unique your actions are now?)
After that, Gu Xiuxun felt a little sad.
Back then, when Sun Mo taught her the Ancient Dragon Capturing Hands, which was also a peerless-grade saint-tier technique, she had once suspected that this fellow had some designs on her. After all, her looks and figure were very coveted.
At that time, Ms. Gu was filled with anticipation but also felt conflicted. What if Black Doggy Sun made an outrageous request and she agreed to it? Or should he agree?
However, after learning the Ancient Dragon Capturing Hands for three months, Sun Mo still hadn't revealed his' fangs'. This made Gu Xiuxun confirm that she had misunderstood him.
The other party was truly generous and had never thought of doing anything to him.
Pa!
The more Gu Xiuxun thought about it, the more indignant she felt. She suddenly lifted her fist and punched Sun Mo again.
"What happened?"
Sun Mo tilted his head and asked in puzzlement.
"There are mosquitoes!"
Gu Xiuxun's lips twitched. But after that, she stretched out her hand and smoothed out the creases on Sun Mo's clothes.
"..."
When Li Ziqi saw this scene, she felt a little speechless. (Aren't you afraid that we'll tell our teacher's wife?) Gu Xiuxun lowered her head and smoothed out the creases. Wasn't this too much of a little girl?
(I can't help but let my imagination run wild.)
"How is that possible?"
Wu Guang frowned, unable to understand.
"Why is it impossible?"
Ying Baiwu counter-asked, feeling a little unhappy. She felt that this fellow was doubting her teacher's character.
"Because... because... that's a saint-tier cultivation art, and it's a peerless-grade one at that!"
Wu Guang subconsciously glanced at his personal teacher. Although his teacher treated him pretty well, he hadn't taught him his trump card yet.
However, Wu Guang wasn't angry because this was the norm in the great teacher world. You're just a disciple who joined the school a few years ago and didn't have any contributions. Yet, you want to learn someone else's trump card? How is that possible?
"Your teacher is your teacher, my teacher is my teacher. Don't compare them!"
Ying Baiwu's tone was ice-cold. "If you continue to offend me like this, I'm going to challenge you to a duel."
Hua!
A commotion broke out. Ying Baiwu's words clearly placed Sun Mo at an extremely high height. Moreover, her words were filled with worship for him.
"You sound like Teacher Sun's best teacher. Could it be that the saint is inferior to him?"
Wu Guang's lips twitched.
"That's right, the saint is inferior to my teacher!"
Ying Baiwu didn't hesitate and directly retorted.
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Ying Baiwu + 500. Reverence (10100/100000).
Si ~
All the great teachers present drew in a cold gasp in unison. (Aren't your words a little too arrogant?) However, they soon felt a little envious of Sun Mo. After all, who wouldn't want their students to worship them so much?
"Baiwu, be careful with your words!"
Sun Mo berated slightly, putting on an act. After all, saying that he was comparable to the saint wasn't just boasting shamelessly. It was also a great disrespect to the saint.
However, because of the iron-headed girl's words, favorable impression points started to flood before Sun Mo's eyes again. All of them were contributed by his students.
After all, Sun Mo's generosity had shocked them.
The competition in the 'B' group had ended. The first place was Ying Baiwu. She would fight against the first place of the 'A' group, Jiang Leng, for the right to enter the finals. However, because they were both Sun Mo's personal students, one of his students would definitely be able to enter the finals.
Hence, many great teachers felt like they had a lemon forcefully stuffed in their mouths. They felt so sour that they wanted to die.
The competition in the 'C' group started. Zhou Yao, who had defeated Zhang Yaozong, obtained victory very easily. After that, the competition in the'D 'group started.
"Teacher, I'm going!"
Xuanyuan Po was very eager, but a minute later, he returned because his opponent had given up.
One must know that the combat addict had experienced many tough battles as he leveled up. His iron-blooded and valiant style had long since merged into the eyes of the spectators.
His opponent's injuries weren't light. When he saw that he had no hope of winning, he naturally gave up.
Hence, Xuanyuan Po obtained the first place of the 'C' group.
At this moment, the top four were born. Three of them were actually Sun Mo's students.
"When I go back, I will chop down the lemon tree that I spent 100,000 yuan to transplant from the south."
In the inn, a wealthy second-generation great teacher cursed, swearing that he would never eat anything sour in this lifetime. After all, he had enough of being sour just by looking at Sun Mo.
"Do you think he personally taught those three students?"
Someone doubted. After all, Sun Mo was simply too young and his teaching time was too short. In the end, he had obtained such great achievements. This was too shocking.
"It shouldn't be fake. You guys should have seen the gazes of those three students when they look at him. They are filled with respect and worship!"
After a great teacher said this, many people immediately agreed with him.
There was no need to doubt that Sun Mo was truly strong!
"Sun Mo has broken another record. Three of his personal students have entered the top four!"
"If Xuanyuan Po can defeat Zhou Yao, the two in the finals would both be Sun Mo's personal students. They would be the champion and runner-up!"
"Zhou Yao, give him a push. If not, this world would belong to Sun Mo!"
Many people started to support Zhou Yao, hoping that she could defeat Sun Mo's personal students and become the champion.
The sun rose in the east, and a new day arrived.
In the battle dojo, the semifinals began.
The first match was between Jiang Leng and Ying Baiwu.
"Junior Brother, Junior Sister, you guys have to work hard!"
Lu Zhiruo waved her fist and encouraged the two of them. "But don't damage the harmony between us. Remember not to overdo it."
"Jiang Leng, how confident are you against that Zhou Yao?"
After going up the stage, Ying Baiwu asked in a low voice.
"I'm not sure!"
Jiang Leng shook his head because he couldn't see through Zhou Yao's depth.
"I'm a ranged player, so I should have an advantage against her. However, I still feel that it's very dangerous and I can't win for sure. So, I'll let you have this match."
Ying Baiwu didn't care about whether she won or lost. She only wanted to let her teacher become the champion. Hence, she was prepared to give up.
"You're my Junior Sister, so I should forfeit. And to be honest, I can't guarantee that I'll win."
After Jiang Leng weighed the pros and cons, he felt that Ying Baiwu had a higher chance of winning against Zhou Yao.
The two of them discussed on the stage, causing the audience to be dumbfounded. They were planning to watch a wonderful internal battle between the two sects.
"That works?"
The great teachers felt very sour. (When can my disciple reach such a level as well?)
"I suddenly feel very fortunate that only three people are allowed to participate in the personal disciples battle!"
A great teacher with a high nose bridge felt a lingering fear.
"Why?"
Someone didn't understand.
"Because if four people are allowed to participate, wouldn't Sun Mo's students be able to dominate the top four?"
The great teacher with a high nose bridge looked at the three of them and suddenly felt that these three fellows were also unfathomable.
"It can't be, right?"
Someone doubted. "Only that eldest martial sister seems alright. As for the other one, other than watching melons, she doesn't seem to have any schemes. There's also a sickly invalid!"
"You're wrong. How can the sickly invalid under Sun Mo be an ordinary sickly invalid?"
The great teacher with a high nose bridge was sure that this fellow called Tantai was definitely very terrifying.
"How long do you guys want to discuss until?"
Tong Yiming felt helpless and asked. (You guys are treating this stage as your own living room, discussing without any restraints. I, the main examiner, really don't want my face?)
"Sorry, I forfeit!"
Jiang Leng said and jumped down the stage.
Shh!
This scene instantly caused boos to ring out. (The semi-finals should have been extremely exciting, but it was ruined by you guys just like that.)
(Luckily, there's still one more match that we can look forward to.)
"Zhou Yao, you can do it! You are our hope now!"
Many people were shouting.
Zhou Yao touched the hilt of her sword and surveyed Xuanyuan Po with interest. "Where are you from? Maybe, we're from the same hometown! "
Xuanyuan Po stared at Zhou Yao. His sixth sense told him that this girl was very terrifying. As for being from the same hometown, it was impossible!
"Your gaze is so scary!"
Zhou Yao revealed a worried expression. "Can we not overdo it? I don't wish to be injured by you! "
"Are you messing with me? You clearly have the strength to kill me! "
Xuanyuan Po's expression gradually turned heavy. "Stop talking nonsense, let's fight!"
"Alright, since that's the case, I'll do as you wish!"
Zhou Yao's expression turned serious. She suddenly moved and appeared before Xuanyuan Po.
Swoosh!
Her longsword stabbed out furiously, aiming for Xuanyuan Po's throat, wanting to take his life with a single strike.
Remember the mobile version:
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
