Chapter 7898： Can you lose

Originally, in Wu Mingsheng's opinion, he had obtained such a magic weapon, he thought that he was already invincible in the world for his young disciples under the age of thirty.

But now, the Silla swordman in front of him suddenly gave a lesson to him, and let the naive and ridiculous idea in his heart be completely penetrated.

Not only Wu Mingsheng, but also the other immortal practitioners present felt bitter in their hearts.

Wu Mingsheng was defeated in the end, and they felt very stumped and uncomfortable in their hearts. This feeling was like a big rock in their hearts, so there was some breathlessness on the chest.

Earlier, the group of innocents of the Central Plains also said that Wu Mingsheng was the first genius of China.

But now, Wu Mingsheng is in the hands of the young swordsman in Silla, and he can't be said to have even the most basic ability to fight back. How is this possible? !

"Hey ..."

"I want to say that this Wu Mingsheng is too wasteful. It's simply a pile of mud that can't help the wall, which makes people really disappointed. Even such a Silla knife can't beat.

At this time, many cultivators began to complain to Wu Mingsheng.

After all, they now believe that Wu Mingsheng is so sure that Wu Mingsheng will be able to overcome the strong enemy in front of him.

"Elders of the Plains Pavilion, how has your victory been decided?"

I saw that the middle-aged swordsman looked at the elders of the Plain Court on the stage that day, and couldn't help but asked with a smug smile.

"No need to say more, I will naturally honor my previous promise!"

"The big husband spit and nail, these twenty-five bottles of elixir will be handed over to you."

I saw that as the old man in black robe, his old face became very ugly, he said.

The old man in black robe really did not expect that this Wu Mingsheng would actually lose at this critical moment, and would lose so miserably, so faceless.

As we all know, Wu Mingsheng still has a rare gem in his hand.

However, what the old man in black robe didn't expect was that the young swordsman in Silla also had three generations of ghost swords in his hands, which could ensure that he wouldn't go down when he played with Wu Mingsheng.

"Hahahaha ..."

"No hurry, no hurry."

I saw that the middle-aged swordsman in Silla, with a big smile, said.

However, in this contemptuous smile, this is to make some old people in this plain pavilion feel a little uncomfortable in the heart.

"Surely, what other tricks are there for this old man?"

At this moment, I saw the young swordsman standing proudly on the ring, and smiled coldly. The inspiring people who looked at the passionate people around them shrugged their shoulders, showing a very disdainful smile, said.

"You Chinese people are like this. When he worships you, he can hold you up to heaven."

"But once you lose one day and lose your position, each of them who were originally present not only wants to drop you from the sky to the ground."

"And, one by one, I still want to step forward and kick you, step on you, and want to step you into the mud."

"However, what is the future of such a group of young people with poor roots ?!"