Chapter 502: Although I won, I was not honorable

The dragon spear and Luo He's right fist collided again, and the sound of metal clank filled everyone's ears.
Wu Yong's body turned back slightly, his arms shook, he almost didn't hold his figure, and his mentality jumped again and again. At first, Wu Yue became more and more excited when he hit, but now he has begun to doubt himself.
The power of the Dragon Spear was actually blocked by the opponent's bare hands, which was simply outrageous.
Of course, the spectators at the scene also found it very outrageous.
In shock, Wu Yong sighed fiercely and released his whole body spiritual power without reservation.
The ability to control the spear is even more extreme, and Longteng Spear lifted up the spear shadow in the sky, covering Luo He's entire body.
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Long Teng Spear collided with Luo He's fists a dozen times in a row, making a dense metal buzzing sound. At the last collision, Luo He's eyes condensed, and both fists came out, and he was bombarding Long Teng Spear.
Cang! ! ! !
"Uh!"
Wu Yong let out a muffled hum, as if being hit by an irresistible storm, his steps staggered back, and it took a dozen steps to stop before he stopped, and his hands holding Longteng Spear trembled.
Luo He put his hands down, looked at him indifferently, but didn't attack any more.
Wu Yong took a long sigh of relief, retracted the Dragon Spear into the space ring, stood up straight, smiled gratefully to Luo He, and said: "Brother Luo, I lost, I am convinced that I lost."
No one else can know, but Wu Yong is very clear that the last impact has completely exceeded his tolerance, enough to let his Longteng Spear fly out, but just when his Longteng Spear is about to let go, that tyrannical spiritual power But suddenly retracted...
For a martial artist like Wu Yue who specializes in weapon training, Long Teng Spear is his partner, who never leaves him.
For such a person, the weapon being beaten off is a huge shame, and it is almost more difficult to accept than killing him.
"If possible, I really want to make friends with Brother Luo." Wu Yong said. This time I was completely convinced, including Lin Xiao and Xiao Tian who played before, Wu Yong gave considerable respect and affirmation in their hearts.
"With your words, we are already friends." Luohe smiled.
Wu Yong was stunned, then gave Luohe a fist, smiled sincerely, and Shi Shiran walked off.
"I lost." Wu Yong walked to the side of his brother and said calmly.
Those who hadn't played were silent. Speaking of it, Wu Yong should be the less embarrassed one who lost, but they couldn't be happy anyway.
Seniors who are stronger than them fail miserably, and seniors who are about the same strength as theirs automatically surrender. In this situation, their pressure has only increased.
In the hall, there is already noisy.
The direct disciple of the headmaster actually lost three rounds in a row. Could it be said that the honor of the sect was the turn of these "outsiders" to defend this round of the sect?
Of course, after watching for so long, they can be considered to understand that those who just played are very strong, at least the result shown is that the shadow hiding under their frivolous performance is true strength.
In the world of meeting friends with martial arts, food is the original sin, and whoever favors the other is an eternal rule. At least for now, no one will underestimate them.
"Brother Luo... I didn't see it, you wouldn't even play with your teammates..."
After Luo He was off the court, Xiao Tian walked up first and patted Luo He's shoulder with one hand.
"Today is a bit top... Brother..."
"Eh…"
Xiao Tian was about to say a few words to tease Luo He, but without saying a few words, Luo He fell on him like a pile of soft mud.
Supporting his back, Xiao Tian suddenly felt a moment of dampness. He raised his hand and saw that there was blood on one side of his palm.
"Head..."
"Oh, help him to rest first."
Gu Zhong couldn't bear it in his heart, and all his disciples wanted to win. It was his head, and he didn't provide them enough.
He gave Luohe a pistol before he went on the field, just wanting him to protect himself with more backhands. Who knew that this kid was quite twisted, and even used his flesh to force other people's weapons.
Although Luohe's physical body was tempered by the Body Shaping Pill, it was able to resist sharp weapons by strengthening it with spiritual power.
But after all, the difference in cultivation level lies there, Wu Yue's strength is still hard, Luo He forcibly supports it, and the loss to himself is also great.
This round of winning was really dangerous and dangerous. If Wu Yong were like Murong Yin Xia Mo, with every step of the way, Luohe would definitely be spiritually weak and defeated.
Now people are dizzy, Gu Zhong is not good to say anything, just the next game, he doesn't want to see his disciple injured.
"I'm here to ask everyone about their tactics."
Before Gu Zhong decided, someone on the opposite side had already stood up. According to their position, this person should be ranked fourth. The cultivation base is higher than that of Wu Yong, and he has seven levels of extinction.
"Head, let me go!"
Tang Wu couldn't wait to play. The audience in the first few games was not only worried, but they were also very excited. It turned out that the seniors who practiced and did tasks together were already so strong!
As the saying goes, the greater the pressure, the greater the motivation. Tang Wu now desperately wants an opponent who can give him pressure to find his upper limit.
"Wu Song, you go."
"The head..." Tang Wu frowned. The head didn't let me go, don't you believe I can win?
"I don't want to see you injured. Wu Yong was hardly injured in the last game. Although Lin Xiao injured Murongyin seriously, he was not injured slightly. Without ten and a half months, it would be difficult for them to recover. "
Gu Zhong said in a decisive tone: "Although he won, he is not honorable."
Tang Wu's whole body was shaken. In the three games just now, he won the competition with such a huge difference in cultivation base. Is it still shameful?
After thinking about it, the head of the boss was right. After all, the competition is a competition. Brother Xiang Luohe took a big risk to win. If one fails to resist, the meridians are damaged and the foundation is not secured, even if he wins the next competition, but Lost the overall situation.
And the little sense of pride in Tang Wu's heart because of his victories in the previous three games disappeared completely.
"The disciple understands."
Tang Wu replied, and then stood aside honestly, waiting for the master's arrangement.
"How about you?"
Gu Zhong turned to Wu Song again, and Wu Song nodded firmly. He could fully understand Gu Zhong's mood. After all, he was the head of the mercenary group before. Whenever he thought of the scene where his brother died tragically at the feet of spirit beasts, Wu Song deeply. Can't get out of self-blame.
So Gu Zhong would have such concerns, which made him firmer in his determination to follow Gu Zhong.
Although he is young, he is decisive, and his layout strategy is definitely the only thing he has seen in his life.
"Wu Song, come and fight you a few tricks."
Turning over and jumping on the competition platform, Wu Song said neither humble nor overbearing.
"Le Xian."