Xiao Xian could not help mocking Guo Jing's so-called title of Divine Dragon Hero. It was far too cringe-worthy, and he had no idea which bastard had come up with it. The embarrassment level was off the charts.
But Hero Guo clearly lacked such self-awareness. With a guilty expression, he said, "I dare not accept the title Divine Dragon Hero. It is merely the undeserved praise of my fellow martial artists and should not be taken seriously."
Yet it was obvious from Hero Guo's expression that he was quite pleased with the title Divine Dragon Hero. After all, his signature technique was the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, so being called the Divine Dragon Hero was well deserved.
Still, Hero Guo cared about appearances. Even if he was very satisfied with the title, he could not show it outright. Instead, he had to modestly decline it to display his noble character.
Who said Guo Jing was absurdly honest and lacked a screw in his head? He was clearly wise beneath a foolish exterior, even shrewder than his wife Huang Rong. His only flaw was probably that he was somewhat rigid and old-fashioned. After all, he had been taught by people as rigid as the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, so it was hardly strange that he had inherited his teachers' bearing.
"Hero Guo is too modest. What you and Hero Qiao have done truly commands our admiration. It is only that our martial arts are too weak; if we went to the battlefield, we would merely be handing the enemy military merit. That is why we did not enlist to serve our country," the scar-faced man said with a look of worship.
Guo Jing and Qiao Feng's reputations had spread far and wide. Even bandits like them, who robbed and plundered, could