"I can't live anymore. I'm so seriously injured and I have to be beaten. Is there any justice?"
Xing Tian lay on the bed with his butt swollen and wailed.
"Why are you crying? Your biological father, mother, and godfather are all alive and well." Huang Long patted Xing Tian's butt again.
The pain was so painful that Xing Tian cried out: "Godfather, be gentle, beat me to death, and you won't have a godson or apprentice anymore."
"Then let's change to another one. There are too many people who are willing to be my sons and apprentices these days," Huang Long said.
Xing Tian suddenly felt even more sad, feeling that it was too difficult to be a human being.
Huang Long didn't pay attention to him anymore. While thinking about the important matters of cultivating his junior disciples, he also thought about how to train Xing Tian.
Yuqing Taoism is the foundation, and the rest of the Kaitian Essence has also been taught.
**Xuan Gong?
Yuqing seems to not have this mysterious skill yet.
Moreover, this Xuan Gong focuses on cultivating the soul. If the soul is immortal, the physical body can be reborn indefinitely. In fact, it is not very suitable for Xing Tian.
It's just that the physical body shown by this mysterious skill is stronger than the physical training. It is the future magical power of protecting the law of his Yuxu lineage.
When you have time, you can ask Master and let Master develop it.
The rest...
It seems like there’s nothing left.
God of War, just go out and fight.
Even if the head falls off, the beating will continue.
Thinking of this, Huang Long felt relieved and began to concentrate on tailor-made training plans for his junior brothers and sisters.
In this way, in the blink of an eye, just a few days pass.
Huang Long has a preliminary idea and can put it into practice.
Then, looking at Xing Tian, whose buttocks were healed but his injuries were not yet healed, and he wanted to commit suicide, he couldn't help but said: "Calm down. The strong will only challenge the stronger, and will not wield the butcher knife against the weak." Chen
Both Gu and Hua Hai were completely killed by me. If you go to take revenge now, you will be wronged and debtored without an owner. If you really want to take revenge, then practice hard, and when you become a quasi-sage, go to Gonggong."
"Ah? Gonggong?"
Xingtian, who was originally full of dissatisfaction, was shocked when he heard Huang Long's words.
Although this incident made him very dissatisfied with Gonggong.
But that is also Gonggong, an existence on the same level as Jumang.
The twelve masters who dominate the entire demon clan.
Xing Tian was unhappy, but he never thought that he could win. He only thought about finding a backstage.
"Why are you surprised? The seniors pave the way for the juniors, and the juniors will surpass their seniors wave after wave. How will they develop if they are forever bound by the glory of their seniors? He Gonggong is at best a water god, and you Xingtian is the god of war. In battle,
God, if you don't even have this kind of courage, how can you become my disciple?" Huang Long said.
Listening to Huang Long's encouragement, Xing Tian was a little excited. He didn't expect that his godfather would rate him so highly. He still loves me, but it seems that you can't beat Gonggong, godfather.
Could it be that you think you can’t beat your godfather, so you’re fooling me.
Seeing Xing Tian's timid look, Huang Long couldn't help but shake his head and decided to give this guy some stimulation. The first path to the God of War is to be fearless.
No matter how strong the opponent is, even if you are really not your opponent, you have no fear in your heart.
A person with a fearful heart cannot become a God of War.
"Come, godfather, let me tell you a story. Don't think that almost having your heart ripped out is a pitiful thing. There is a person who is much more pitiful than you. His bones were dug out since he was a child. When he grew up, all kinds of relatives and friends died tragically.
"Huang Long spoke slowly, using a deep tone to tell Xing Tian a wonderful story.
Perfect world.
Just in time, someone else’s bones were dug out, and your heart was dug out.
Xing Tian became interested after listening to the first story. He found all the stories told by Huang Long very interesting.
As the story progressed, I was completely drawn in. I danced with joy as I listened.
"When a man travels all over the world, there is no place he does not call home. Wherever he dies and where he is buried, it is like the green mountains in the world."
"Who is claiming to be invincible? Who dares to say that he is invincible?"
"The me in this world is destined to be invincible. This is my belief! The me in the future will become a variable. I am the only one in eternity and will be eternal!"
……
These words do not have much meaning among some mature or simple monks.
But when it fell into the ears of Xingtian, who was still a child in the Wu clan despite being over 10,000 years old, it was like a thunderbolt, and blood surged all over his body.
At this time, even if Zhu Rong came, he would dare to go up and fight.
As for whether you can do it too well or not, that is another matter.
To put it simply, it’s just two words - top.
And it’s not just any boss.
I am invincible.
Destined to be invincible.
All those who are stronger than me will eventually be defeated by me.
Arbitrary forever?
Isn’t this tailor-made for me?
The fighting spirit in Xingtian's eyes became more and more intense.
Looking at Xing Tian's appearance, Huang Long nodded with satisfaction.
Very good.
There is a breath of fearlessness.
In this way, it can be released.
Challenge the whole world.
Wait hundreds of thousands of years and come back with Cangjie.
One in culture and one in martial arts.
Two big Luo.
Master should be able to explain the past.
When they realize Daluo, Master will probably laugh like crazy.
However, speaking of it, the three generations of disciples are outstanding, and this is the characteristic of our teaching.
During the Battle of the Conferred Gods, the highlight of Jiejiao was the second-generation disciples. Although many second-generation disciples were killed by Chanjiao alone, they couldn't stand Zhao Gongming, Yunxiao was too amazing.
The amazing thing about Chanjiao is a group of third-generation disciples who have no moral ethics at all.
A group of guys who had only been practicing for ten or twenty years met a master who had practiced countless Yuan Hui opposite them, and they just threw a bunch of innate spiritual treasures and beat them up.
Those who are fair and aboveboard bully the few with more.
And they can still win, like Lu Yue and Zhao Gongming both suffered losses in the beginning.
Especially a guy who likes to let dogs out, bit Zhao Gongming and Bixiao one after another.
Huang Long feels that this should be promoted in the future.
They are all fighting, so why bother?
It is said that in teaching, the big bullies the small, and the many bullies the small.
But in fact, these two points almost never exist at the same time. Those who bully the younger ones are the third-generation disciples, but they are fighting the second-generation disciples. They are younger, and bullying the younger ones is the opposite.
And the Twelve Golden Immortals really like the tradition of appearance kung fu.
In a duel with Zhao Gongming, if twelve of them attack together and throw away magic weapons, Zhao Gongming will also be afraid.
But they didn't want to, so they asked Calabash to send Grandpa's wheel to a duel, and then Zhao Gongming hit him one by one.
However, Cihang, Manjushri and Samantabhadra learned to be smart. When they were in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, they teamed up to besiege Jinling, and then lit lanterns for a sneak attack.
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That was also the only time that the Twelve Golden Immortals used more to bully the less.
Speaking of which, Cihang, the three of them, and Wei Liusun, who has been kicked out, although their character is not very good, they have a certain way of doing things.
If Guangchengzi and Chi Jingzhi learned the style that Ai Liusun taught his disciples, they would not be embarrassed.
But to put it this way, none of my fellow juniors, except Yunxiao, seem to have much hope of breaking through to Quasi-Sage.
Forget it, give up.
It is better to train your disciples well.
Thinking of this, Huang Long completely relaxed, then took out the white jade and started chatting.
This chapter has been completed!