Chapter 27 Essentially different (please read more)

Early the next morning, Liu Yueling found Zhuang Hong.

"Zhuang Hong, although I'm reluctant to say goodbye, it's time to say goodbye to you. I just don't know if there will be a chance to see you again after this separation."

Zhuang Hong: "There will be. As long as we are all well, we will see each other again one day in the future."

"That's right. We are both doing what we like. As long as we live well, we will meet again in the future. If we meet next time, you should take me to the earth to see it. I am so curious about the world you describe. Where

It's like a place where gods live, everything you say sounds so incredible."

"I may not be able to go to Earth, but I will show you what she looks like."

Liu Yueling walked away carrying a backpack similar to Zhuang Hong's, embarking on her seemingly endless journey.

Such a girl is destined not to belong to any land, but to the entire nature.

Zhuang Hong watched Liu Yueling's back gradually disappear at the end of the road. He found a cool and comfortable place to sit down, took out his notebook, opened the latest page, and wrote a title on the top line: Nature's Daughter-Liu

Yue Ling's dream.

Then he leisurely wrote down the process from meeting Liu Yueling to parting ways in his notebook.

"It is indeed a duel between the top experts. The outcome is only a matter of a thought. Today is an eye-opener."

While many people were discussing Zhuang Hong enthusiastically, Zhuang Hong was already heading north with his backpack on his back.

He roared, and his voice spread far away, immediately attracting a lot of people who came to watch.

Zhuang Hong put away his fingers: "Nothing is impossible. As we said, we are fundamentally different. There is no need to compete. Don't take it to heart."

He and Zhu Tianming are not on the same track. No matter whether they win or lose, there is no comparison at all.

"What just happened? It seems... Zhu Tianming lost the Spring Light Sword!"

At the same time, countless people are suspecting that Zhuang Hong has reached the legendary realm - Tianzang Warrior.

He really failed.

Then he said: "To be honest, from a pure warrior perspective, you are better than me in every aspect, but our essences are not the same, and such a challenge is meaningless."

He said loudly in a soft yet sharp voice: "It is said that Your Excellency Zhuang Hong has the title of the best master in the world, and his martial arts skills are unpredictable. I am Zhu Tianming of Spring Light Sword, and I am about to come to ask for advice on Your Excellency's Kung Fu."

Zhuang Hong closed his notebook with satisfaction and felt a trace of joy in his soul, as if he had a full soul just like Liu Yueling.

There are no fierce collisions or gorgeous special effects. The world seems to have stopped.

Because her knowledge constitutes wisdom, and wisdom can dispel all loneliness and fear. Her soul is extremely full."

Soon, the news of the duel between the two spread quickly.

All the meat belongs to it, and no one can compete with it.

Zhu Tianming said in surprise: "You don't know me?"

As the sun set in the west, Zhuang Hong finally wrote: "She will meet more and more people and things, and will understand more and more knowledge, until she can see through everyone's desires and struggles in the world, and see through the world.

Run the rules and see through the cycle of fate...

"Why did the Hand of God suddenly leave? Is their duel over?"

Xiaobai walked to Zhuang Hong and yawned loudly, hugged Zhuang Hong's feet, put his chin on his feet, and dozed off.

However, his sincere consolation seemed to Zhu Tianming to be condescending. He felt a little embarrassed in his heart. Seeing that the audience around him was already in place, he said: "You won't know until you win or lose. You have to be careful."

Zhuang Hong nodded: "If you lose, don't take it seriously."

"It is true that the Spring Light Sword has lost. This seems to be the first time that the Spring Light Sword has lost without any suspense. The strength of Zhuang Hong, the hand of the gods, is really unfathomable."

He looked at the long sword in his hand and felt for the first time that the sword in his hand was so weak: "What's the difference?"

He is one of the top ten powerful men in Anlan, "Spring Light Sword Zhu Tianming", and his name has spread throughout the Anlan continent. Logically speaking, after hearing his name, the reaction should not be so dull.

"That's the Spring Light Sword Zhu Tianming."

At this time, Xiaobai opened his short legs and followed Zhuang Hong. He didn't forget to turn around and scorn Zhu Tianming twice: "Woof!"

He looked at Zhuang Hong and Xiao Bai who was sleeping at Zhuang Hong's feet, and said softly: "Your Excellency, are you Zhuang Hong who defeated Thousand Shadows White Dragon?"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Zhuang Hong did not resist Zhu Tianming's challenge to him. On the contrary, he admired people like Zhu Tianming who had the courage to challenge.

At this moment, a man holding a long sword came and finally stopped ten steps away from Zhuang Hong.

However, the other party seems to have chosen the wrong person to challenge.

Zhu Tianming's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with astonishment: "How is it possible..."

At this time, the surrounding audience was half excited and half confused.

After saying that, he stabbed Zhuang Hong with his sword.

Zhu Tianming: "That's why I gave it a try."

At this time, everyone knew that the reason why Zhuang Hong was able to conquer the famous Thousand Shadows White Dragon was not due to luck, but to a higher level of strength than the top ten strong men.

Zhuang Hong: "That's me, what's the matter?"

She was alone, but there was no trace of loneliness in her eyes; she traveled all over the world, but there was no trace of fear in her eyes.

Most of the people eating melons were ordinary people, but there were also a few well-informed warriors who excitedly explained to everyone.

Zhu Tianming chuckled: "It is indeed the first time we have met, but even if you don't know me, I think you will remember me after today."

In an instant, the two people passed by each other.

Zhu Tianming kept thrusting the sword, while Zhuang Hong was behind him, putting his two fingers together, pointing at Zhu Tianming's back and heart.

Zhu Tianming chuckled: "You don't understand, a competition without an audience is meaningless."

This sword seems to be fast and slow at the same time, and a gentle warm light emerges from the edge of the sword, giving people a feeling of spring breeze. However, hidden in the spring breeze is a fierce murderous intention.

The sword in Zhu Tianming's hand slowly lowered, he turned to look at Zhuang Hong's leaving figure, and couldn't help but murmured: "What's the difference in nature?"

With just one move, victory or defeat is determined.

Zhuang Hong nodded: "Hello, Mr. Zhu Tianming, may I ask if you have any questions?"

The man holding the sword curled up his lips: "Let me introduce myself, I am Zhu Tianming, Spring Light Sword."

Zhuang Hong's expression did not change and he stepped forward.

"Perhaps God's Hand has already reached the legendary realm, but no one knows who and what sect he studied under..."

Zhuang Hong: "This...it should be the first time we meet."

Just when Zhuang Hong thought Zhu Tianming was going to make friends with him, he saw Zhu Tianming pull out the long sword in his arms and point it directly at Zhuang Hong.

I was excited to witness Zhuang Hong, one of the gods, defeat Chunguang Sword Zhu Tianming with one move, but I was confused because I had no idea what was happening.

In a short period of time, a large group of people gathered, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.

The title of the best master in the world was only accepted by most people after this incident.

Zhuang Hong said speechlessly: "Challenge is a challenge, there is no need to shout so loudly, it will attract people."

His Qi had clearly been completely locked on Zhuang Hong, and there was no chance of him missing. However, the moment he drew his sword, the target locked by his Qi was lost, and his sword also lost its sense of proportion.

Behind him was a little puppy that wanted to eat meat.

‘White Dragon Assault’!

Zhuang Hong casually lifted his foot.

His Excellency Qianying Bailong drew a graceful arc and fell into the grass, and soon he caught up with him whimpering.

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Chapter completed!