Yu Han smiled and said, "You, I have Zhui Peng, they are all the same type of people!"

"But, Zhu Peng is cold and unwilling to express it. You seem to have a kind of arrogance that keeps people from thousands of miles away. In fact, both losing and winning are not that important to us!"

"Because this time, maybe only the three of us know what the competition is!"

Xiang Hua showed a tacit smile.

If Yu Han had said such a sentence to him before, he would definitely sneer.

Because at that time, he did not take Yu Han seriously, this was arrogance in his bones.

But now, he has won himself, both in terms of skills and tactics and his final personal strength.

Such people are the most proud of.

"Can you tell me what sword technique I just used? Why have you never heard of it before?" Xiang Hua asked.

Yu Han smiled but did not answer, and turned around and walked towards his soldiers.

Xiang Hua hurriedly chased after him, and couldn't help but feel itchy.

"I just said I'm arrogant, now you win, so I'll avoid asking you a question?"

Yu Han stopped and turned to look at him: "I'm afraid you can't accept it, so I'd better not know!"

Xiang Hua patted his chest: "A man can afford to lose even if he loses. What else can he not bear?"

Yu Han smiled helplessly.

"My sword technique just now has no name!"

Hearing this sentence, Xiang Hua's eyes flashed. Before he could react, he continued to say.

"Because it was just created, and I haven't had time to name it yet!"
Chapter completed!