Living with the Teacher: The Merry Student

Seeing Zhuo Yifan show off the best magic weapon.The three peak masters looked at each other, and unambiguously revealed their weapons.The three of them actually used a gold stick, a Zen stick, and a long sword.Zhuo Yifan could feel that these three instruments were also top-quality instruments.If it is only calculated based on the level of the magic weapon, it should be comparable to my own blood spirit thorn.But he still has the backing of fire spirit zhenqi, and he believes that his blood spirit thorn will definitely be even better!

The three bald heads in front of him are actually so powerful, and they all have top-grade magic weapons, which Zhuo Yifan did not expect.Although he didn't know the identities of these three people, he understood that Master Dingyuan asked his three apprentices to protect him, and the purpose was to deal with these three people in front of him.If it is Master Dingyuan, he must know the origins of these three people.Maybe those three disciples of Master Dingyuan also know.It's a pity that they are not by her side, but with Xie Dongting and the others.

The blood spirit thorn flew out and shot straight at the young man holding the stick.The young man showed a dignified look in his eyes, as if he knew the power of the blood spirit thorn and the infusion of fire spirit qi, he didn't choose to use a weapon for a head-on confrontation, but used his own weird and unpredictable movement skills to easily avoid Zhuo. Attack everywhere!

Zhuo Yifan frowned, feeling a little disappointed.But he also got some useful information.Although these three people were able to dodge their own attacks, they deliberately avoided and did not parry.That is, they fear themselves.Either the blood spirit thorn, or the fire spirit true energy.In short, as long as they are recruited, the consequences must be devastating!

Thinking of this, the fighting spirit in Zhuo Yifan's eyes became even stronger.It's been a long time since I met such a powerful opponent.The guys he met in the United States were simply not enough for him.He felt that such a battle was only interesting when it was fought.But Dilong Xiangtian, the Duan family and others who were watching from the side were all frowning.The former didn't know what he was thinking about, but everyone in the Duan family was naturally worried about Zhuo Yifan.

But before Zhuo Yifan could come up with the next move, he saw the young man with the Zen stick rushing towards him, from top to bottom, a Zen stick fell on his head.As soon as the purple light converged, there was a whistling sound that pierced through the air. This powerful and heavy blow, if hit, would smash his head into pieces on the spot, which is predictable.

Fortunately, their speed is fast, and Zhuo Yifan's speed is not slow.A little one meter away to one side, after avoiding the sharp edge of the Zen stick, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a long sword glowing with a cold silver light stabbed straight at his chest.Zhuo Yifan's pupils shrank, the cooperation of these three people was quite perfect, he wanted to dodge this move, but there was no time left.

Just at the critical moment, Zhuo Yifan turned back and pushed the blood spirit thorn against his chest, just blocking the tip of the sword, blocking its advance.

I saw the long sword bent strangely, until it seemed that it was about to reach this point, and then I flicked back, straightening the blade straight.Immediately afterwards, the strong elastic force sent the sword-wielding master flying away.

After the sword master fell to the ground, his face was ashen, and he looked at the tip of his long sword, and found that the sharpest part on it was actually missing a small hole!Although it was just a small undetectable gap, it was enough to make him angry, wishing he could swallow Zhuo Yifan alive!My own top-grade magic weapon has always been a sharp weapon that cuts iron like mud. How long ago would it be crippled by other weapons?