Chapter 1452: The eighth disciple

"I? Champion?"
Zhang Jiuyi stayed and hurriedly shook his head: "How is this possible!"
He only has the strength of the dilemma. When he can hit the realm of the field, he still doesn’t know. It’s a little different from Zhang Wei and Zhang Feng. If you can pass the first round, you can’t know it. Champion, dreaming can't even think about it!
To be honest, as a side disciple, a family event that can come to the core disciples can be very incredible for him, the champion... I don’t dare to look forward to it!
"As long as you follow the teacher, letting you surpass others in a short time, it is not impossible to create a miracle!"
Zhang Hang nodded.
"This...the younger generation, the most powerful Zhang Wei and others, have reached a half-step hole, and it is said that there is still a real hole, I am too far!" /
Seeing the other person is not like a joke, Zhang Jiuyi is full of smiles.
I don't believe in this, but it is completely impossible.
The Sanctuary is five times out of the dilemma. It is not the same as the eight-hole virtual environment. It is not the same as the Japanese. This level of the strong, one hundred he met, only escaped, how to fight?
Moreover, Zhang’s core disciples are all geniuses in genius. The same level of warriors may not be able to compete... It can be said that taking the test and getting the chance of winning the championship is zero!
"Don't be as strong as others, destroy your own prestige! You worship me as a teacher, and this one alone has more than countless people!"
Seeing the other side is not confident at all, Zhang Zhang's eyebrows are raised.
"It is my pleasure to be a teacher, but only..." Zhang Jiuyu is like bitter melon.
I don’t want to, but I’ll start big tomorrow, now the strength...
"I know what you are worried about!"
The back of his hands are behind him, and Zhang Suhang looked over: "I am hanging from the kingdom of Tian Xuan, and I have cultivated it from the triple of the military to the current peak of the field. It has only been 14 months since then. Seven, the big disciple Zhao Ya, now the master of the Yin and Yang Palace."
"Two disciples, Wang Ying, entering the Kai Ling Masters Guild, the future is infinite."
"Three disciples Liu Yang, you have seen, although some are unclear, but also out of the head, dare to dare to do."
"The four disciples Zheng Yang, the warrior's war, the future master!"
By said, walking forward, accompanied by words, the atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger: "Five disciples Yuan Tao, Yuan Jiashao's family, who bears the blood of the dragon and the rhinoceros, the world is unparalleled."
"The six disciples Lu Chong, got the inheritance of the Witch soul teacher, the witch soul is the best in ancient and modern!"
"The seven disciples Wei Ruyan, the new poisonous temple master, congenital poison, poisoning everything!"
"The Seven Masters, all of them are extraordinary, accepting you as a disciple, expecting you with your heart, how come, do you back down?"
Speaking of this, Zhang Sushang looked over and looked like electricity.
"I..."
The fist is pinched, and Zhang Jiuyan is excited and his face is red.
He knows that this teacher, who has many students, but did not expect that one by one is so powerful!
The yin and yang palace Shaogong master, the warrior hall warfare, the poison temple master, the Yuan Jiashao master... The identity of each one is not much worse than the Zhangjiadai family, and it is actually his students!
I don’t know it, I can’t believe it.
Before I felt that it was difficult to finish the championship. At this moment, I heard many names of his students, and immediately felt the blood boiling, and the blood of the whole body seemed to be blasted.
There is a teacher, what is the answer?
Seeing to be motivated by his own words, Zhang Hang’s satisfaction nodded, once again:
You won the championship in a weak position, and you are the eighth disciple!

"Eight disciples..."
Short breath, Zhang Jiuyan's face turned red.
This is to show that it is going to be passed down.
The last day, the famous teacher, that is, the Confucius, has three thousand disciples, seventy-two pro-pass, and the lowest pro-pass, has become the ancient holy!
The founding father of the Temple of the Son of God, Bu Shang Gu Sheng, is not among the many disciples!
This can be seen as powerful.
The teacher in front of him is a famous teacher. The seven former disciples, although simple, don’t think about it. In the future, they must all be the top figures in the world. If they can become his eighth disciple, The future can be said, no amount!
"Yes, I am a family ancestor. I didn't have the blood of Superman at the beginning. After he achieved his peak, he let the blood flow continue. How about being in the side, it may not be able to stand out from the crowd and go to the top!" >
The more you think, the more excited you are, and Zhang Jiuyan is short of breath.
Wang Hou will be phased, would you have something to breed?
Who said that the blood is strong?
If this is the case, why have tens of thousands of years of genius in Zhang’s so many pure blood, no one more than the ancestors?
The Confucius of the year, the 72nd sage, have never heard of it, whose blood is born very strong!
To succeed, it’s not the blood, but the tireless efforts and the confidence that persists!
And a really good teacher!
Now the teacher is in front of him, he is also working hard enough, can he become a pro-pass, can not get ahead, just in a mind.
"Teacher, what to do, as long as you tell me, I am going to do my best!"
The blood in the body was ignited, and no worries, Zhang Jiuyan clenched his teeth and looked over.
The teacher is a famous teacher. Since he said yes, it must be OK. There is nothing to worry about.
"Very good!"
The young man in front of him made a decision. Zhang Hang’s satisfaction nodded:
Teach the teacher!


Cow now?
Zhang Jiuyi couldn’t help but say:
Isn’t it necessary to wait for me to win the championship before I qualify?

He couldn't believe his ears. He said that after winning the championship, he was taken as a disciple... Now it is still far from the distance, and there is no possibility of knowing it, how...
Gently smile, Zhang’s face reveals a strong self-confidence:
I’m hanging out and letting you become a champion, then you can be a champion. What is the difference between early and late?

"I..."
Zhang Jiuyi only feels that the muscles of the body will jump at any time, and the blood of the whole body begins to burn.
Inspired by the language, I saw the firm vision in the teacher’s eyes and suddenly felt that as long as the teacher said that it could be done, it would be able to do it.
This is not a temptation or a brainwashing, but a strong self-confidence.
With this confidence, it seems that things that are difficult before you are nothing.
"Teacher, what should I do now?"
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Since the teacher is so confident, he must have thought about the method of cultivation.
"The strength of your current strength is only the realm of the field. The only way is to improve it quickly. However, it is impossible to push such a low level to the Sanctuary. It is completely impossible unless..."
Zhang paused for a moment and looked in one direction, with a deep look.
"With the help of Zhang's... blood pool!"