Is it easy to kill the Son of Luck?

Li Changsheng had never tried it before.

After all, Zhang Wuji is his younger brother, and the two of them have already known each other for a long time.

As for this reputation.

Although he is also half a brother-in-law.

But now my body is just that of a little kid.

So, forget it.

It all depends on this kid's own luck.

Li Changsheng is preparing... to use Duan Yu, who has just debuted, to play a chess game with the common people as the pawns against the heavenly way that exists in this different dimension.

at this time...

Jianhu Palace below.

Duan Yu, the prince of Dali, obviously didn't know that he was being targeted.

Moreover, he was watching the competition between the disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect in the field with great interest.

This kid has not been interested in practicing martial arts since he was a child.

However, if you let him watch other people fight, he will still enjoy it.

Especially when you are happy to see it.

When it's time to applaud, he will applaud.

"puff..."

Take for example now.

Someone fell down and he laughed out loud.

But this smile doesn't matter.

But it will offend people.

The person competing on the stage was none other than Wuliang Sword Sect, the proud disciple of Zuo Zimu, the head of the East Sect, whose surname was Gong. He was the one who just pretended to fall, trying to lure the female disciple of the opposite West Sect to attack him and expose his flaws.

It's just that some of this pretense was not done well and was too arrogant, so it made our Prince of Dali laugh uncontrollably.

But it doesn’t matter if you smile!

But if you laugh so wildly and loudly, you're a bit offended, right?

The head of Dongzong, Zuo Zimu, suddenly lost his composure.

So he turned around.

"May I ask this little brother, which master are you a disciple of?"

What I mean now is to ask.

What's your kid's background?

How dare you laugh at me, a disciple of the Wuliang Sword Sect?

This is generally the nonsense spoken by people in the world of martial arts.

"Haha, my surname is Duan, and my name is just a word of honor. As for being a disciple of a master? I don't dare to be a disciple of a master. I haven't learned any martial arts, so how can I be a disciple of a master?"

"Hehe, I just saw someone fall down. No matter if he really fell or pretended to fall, I always have to smile."

This Prince of Dali is indeed an instant person.

There is no fear at all.

"you..."

The Zuo Sect Leader on the opposite side was indeed angered.

"Come on, disciple, someone is laughing at you here, why don't you try it with him."

This Zuo sect master calls himself a senior master.

He still needs some face.

Therefore, he ordered his apprentice to test this brat who suddenly appeared and dared to speak arrogantly.

"Friend Duan, please!"

The disciple of the Wuliang Sword Sect named Gong was naturally eager to do so and immediately made an invitation gesture on the ring.

He pulled out his sword, stood in the middle of the field, turned the hilt of the sword upside down, and raised his hand in the direction of Duan Yu.

It's nothing like the deeds of a young martial arts knight.

But I can’t stand it, someone won’t give me face!

"OK!"

"Then you practice!"

"I'll just watch."

The prince of Dali is still sitting firmly on Diaoyutai.

It’s just a matter of breaking the seeds.

"You...what did you say?"

The male disciple named Gong was so angry that his cheeks hurt.

He felt as if someone had slapped him hard in the face, and his face was purple at the moment.

"What are you?"

"You have a sword in your hand. Now that you have practiced it, do you need to swing it around?"

"As for challenging me to compete?"

Duan Yu then said: "I don't think it's necessary. I've never been a person who doesn't fight with others. As the saying goes, if you come, let it be. If you really want to practice, it doesn't matter if I take a look. I'll just watch the excitement.

I quite like it.”

"you..."

"My master told me to get rid of you kid and come and spar with me."

Senior Brother Gong was extremely angry.

"hehe..."

"This sentence is a bit funny."

The prince of Dali, Duan Yu, waved the folding fan in his hand very coquettishly.

He opened the folding fan in his hand.

Then, he shook his head again and said in a very nonchalant tone: "Your master is your master, and your master is not my master. Your master sent you, but your master can't send me. Your master calls you."

You have already competed with others. You seem to be asking me to compete with you. Firstly, I don’t know how to compete with you. Secondly, I will be beaten to death. Thirdly, I am afraid of pain. Fourthly, I will be beaten to death. Therefore, I cannot compete.

"

"If I say no comparison, I mean no comparison."

Look, isn’t it annoying?

The words "your master" and "your master" he said were just like tongue twisters, which made many people in Jianhu Palace couldn't help but laugh.

In the Wuliang Sword Sect, the two sects in the east and west, especially the west sect, almost have more than half of the disciples who are female. When they heard that someone was helping them to vent their anger, they immediately started booing at the head and disciples of the east sect.

He chuckled.

The male disciples of Qiandong Sect were all so ashamed that they were ashamed of themselves.

"Kill him."

"Yes, kill him."

"We can't let him run away..."

"Senior Brother Gong, what are you waiting for?"

For a time, the crowd was furious!

Senior Brother Gong finally lost his patience at this time. He jumped off the ring and angrily handed his sword to Duan Yu's chest.

I originally thought the other party was recruiting.

After all, talented people are bold.

After so many years, it is really rare to see young people who dare to face their entire Wuliang Sword Sect alone, and can do so without changing their expressions.

Therefore, he didn't even dare to use old moves.

What a pity!
To be continued...