Chapter 1389 (1/2)

Looking at Qin Luo's calm and calm face, John's mouth raised a disdainful smile.

Don't say the time is in a hurry. Qin Luo has no preparation. Even if he is prepared, what can he do?

Before he came to HL, he had carefully reviewed Qin Luo's combat report.

He has a deep understanding of Qin Luo's strength.

Qin Luo's strength is good, but it's a pity that in the face of absolute strength, Qin Luo's any struggle is futile.

After a little hesitation, John chased Qin Luo to leave.

John grinned and hung slowly behind Qin Luo.

His pace was steady, and his face had a leisurely smile from beginning to end.

But gradually, the smile on his face solidified, and the smile in the corner of his eyes also froze on his face.

From Qin Luo's pace, he noticed a trace of foreboding.

Every step Qin Luo took, the distance was not too much.

It is the shadow of the sword that determines success or failure.

Whoever has a sharper sword and a sharper sword will win.

But the real masters fight the opposite.

Between the masters, there are not so many gorgeous whistles, they pursue the control of details.

See the devil in details! This is the realm of martial arts masters.

John reached this level three years ago, when he was 67.

But now, he saw the shadow of the master from Qin Luo.

Oh, how could that be?

After thinking about it carefully, John immediately gave a dumb smile.

How old is Qin Luo? How can he become a martial arts master?

Even if he practiced from his mother's womb, he couldn't achieve it.

At the thought of this, John observed Qin Luo more carefully.