"Isn't Fang Ping Lu Fengrou's student?"

"He can be considered half a student."

Grandmaster Jingwu nodded slightly. No wonder, the method of raising the Changsheng Sword is not taught to everyone.

"Then I'm really looking forward to it."

Grandmaster Jingwu smiled, and suddenly said with some sadness: "I have never been able to defeat the old waste at the same level in my life. Li Hansong counts as half of my student. Do you think that if Li Hansong wins, does that mean I am better than the old waste?"

"

Everyone was silent, and Huang Jing murmured: "You can't do it, and neither can your students... Immortal Swordsman... I can cut off immortality with one sword... It's a pity that I am my junior brother." The atmosphere became depressed.

People of their generation, today, are at a high level, known as masters, and famous all over the world.

How many people still remember the long-lasting sword of the past that was free and uninhibited and swept through his contemporaries?

…

Chic and uninhibited?

Old Man Li rubbed his messy hair, yawned, and walked out of the courtyard.

"Where are the people in the school who have lost their hands? Why are there so few?"

In the garden, the old man with a broken arm smiled and said: "The exchange competition is about to reach the finals. Everyone is going to watch the competition."

"How are we doing?"

"It's okay. Fang Ping defeated Liu Shijie of the Chinese Wuhan University the day before yesterday. The fight was pretty easy."

Old Man Li grinned and said, "This kid can do it!"

After saying that, Old Man Li looked back and said with a smile: "He's back later, let him help me clean up the house."

The old man with a broken arm looked at him for a while, and then said in a low voice: "Do you have to go?"

"none of your business!"

Old Man Li was unceremonious, and then he said cheerfully: "I am going to become famous this time. Those who have lost their hands will wait for the good news of me to come back. The Immortal Swordsman will cut off his immortality. If you don't have the eighth grade, your immortality will be nothing!"

After saying these words, Old Man Li laughed loudly and flew away in the air.

…

Jingwu.

The game is about to begin.

Fang Ping touched the knife at his waist and looked southward.

After a while, Fang Ping regained his smile, turned to look at Qin Fengqing and said, "You really have to lend me the knife this time, otherwise I won't be able to fight."

Qin Fengqing thought for a while and suddenly said loudly: "10 million!"

As soon as he said this, everyone nearby looked at him.

Fang Ping didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "Okay."

Qin Fengqing glanced at Zhang Yu and others, and said: "You have all heard that he agreed to borrow 10 million at a time!"

Fang Ping smiled and said: "Everyone, I can testify that I am a person who cares about face the most and will not do anything that reneges on my debts."

Qin Fengqing then handed the knife to Fang Ping. Fang Ping took the long knife, weighed it, and said with satisfaction: "Not bad, you owe me 40 million, this time I will deduct 10 million."

"What?"

"What are you doing? Pretending to be stupid? There were a lot of people who heard it in the cave that day. Ask Teacher Bai and the others, who doesn't know? Want to default on your debt? I think you are poor, so I deliberately gave you a chance to reduce the amount of 10 million, don't you know the difference?

Dear people, please pay back this 40 million as soon as possible, otherwise I will really charge interest!"

Fang Ping looked dissatisfied and ignored him, stepping onto the ring.

In the audience, Qin Fengqing's face was dark, "Okay, don't think that I really don't remember. I owe you a few million at most. Where did you get 40 million? Do you really think that I lost my memory while practicing martial arts, so you are blackmailing me like this?"
Chapter completed!