A sword light streaked across the sky and fell straight to the top of Wangbei Peak.
"Junior brother is back!?"
In front of the Tianmen Hall, a handsome young man wearing the attire of an inner disciple of Taishang Dao Sect saw a sword light falling on the square and immediately greeted him with a smile.
"Humph, where is my father?" The sword light dimmed, revealing a man in disheveled clothes, with a bruised nose and swollen face, and a very ugly face. I don't know if he was deliberately trying to show off the young man's face.
"Uh, haha, Master, he is cultivating in the Immortal King Palace. Junior brother seems to be in a bad mood. Why is he so embarrassed?" The young disciple saw the man's stinky face and did not feel dissatisfied. He smiled and pointed.
The man asked with bruises on his face.
"Humph, what does it have to do with you?" After hearing what the young disciple said, a cruel look flashed across the man's face. He turned around and glared at the young disciple fiercely. He said something in a bad tone, ignored the young disciple and got angry.
He walked towards the Immortal King's Palace.
"Hmph, this Zhang Cheng, what an arrogant person, isn't he just claiming to be Master's son? He actually doesn't take Senior Brother Qiu seriously~" As the man walked away, there was a man next to him who looked fifteen or sixteen years old.
, a disciple who was also wearing inner sect clothes walked up to the young man and put his hands on his chest, a little embarrassed.
"Haha, Junior Brother Wu, please don't talk nonsense. It won't be good if Master hears it. Junior Brother Zhang may have been angry outside!" Senior Brother Qiu gently patted the young disciple's shoulder, with a look on his face.
Smiling, he turned to look in the direction Zhang Cheng left, but there was a hint of evil in his eyes that was not easy to detect.
"Eldest brother, you are the only one with a good temper. You will give him everything. If he were not Master's son, I don't know how many times he would have died. If I had the innate mid-level strength like you, I would have to find a chance.
You can't give him a good beating. He who drags him all day long knows that he considers himself the son of the peak master. He looks down on us disciples, huh..." The young disciple named Wu, named Wu Yikun, heard Senior Brother Qiu's somewhat fearful words.
He was suddenly a little angry, but his voice was much lowered.
"Hey, junior brother. What can you do about this? Let me have a good father. Just practice with peace of mind. One day you will become a strong man. When you have a son in the future, you can rely on your reputation to bully everyone.
So kind!" Senior Brother Qiu sighed after hearing this, and then he curved his lips and joked.
Senior Brother Qiu's name is Qiu Yixiong, and he is the eldest disciple of Jiudong, the leader of Wangbei Peak. He is fifty-eight years old, in the middle stage of Xiantian, but he looks like a young man, and at this age, he is considered extremely young in martial arts.
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"My younger brother's qualifications are mediocre, but I can't compare with you, senior brother. Master has said that senior brother, you are very likely to break through the golden elixir of martial arts before you are two hundred years old?" Wu Yikun shook his head, feeling a little disappointed.
"Hahaha, you are only sixteen years old, and you are already almost at the seventh level. How can such qualifications be considered mediocre? Don't worry too much." Qiu Yixiong laughed, "Master said it so casually, how can we take it seriously?
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Having said that, Qiu Yixiong's eyes are full of pride. With his talent, he will definitely be among the top three in Qingyun Mountain Supreme Sword Sect and break through the martial arts golden elixir before he is two hundred years old.
, it doesn’t seem to be a difficult thing for him.
"By the way, Senior Brother, I heard that when the Master came back from the Guanyin Teaching and Debate Conference yesterday, he brought back a young man. It is said that the Master wants to accept him as a closed disciple!" Wu Yikun seemed not to be focusing on cultivation.
Instead of continuing what Qiu Yixiong said, he started gossiping with Qiu Yixiong.
"Oh? Is there such a thing? My brother was practicing in Baima Cave yesterday. I just came out this morning, but I have never heard of it. I don't know what the name is. What's so extraordinary about him? The master actually wanted to accept him as his disciple.
?" Wu Yikun's gossip obviously shocked Qiu Yixiong. The real master is a super master in the middle stage of the golden elixir of martial arts. He has not accepted a disciple for nearly a hundred years. This time he actually wants to accept a disciple, and he is a closed disciple. He can't help but be surprised.
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"I don't know much about this little brother. I just heard it from hearsay, but it seems that his surname is Deng. He is only in his twenties and is already at the eighth level~" Wu Yikun said.
"Haha, in your twenties, the acquired eighth level?" Qiu Yixiong chuckled, "Junior brother, are you joking with me? Don't say that the acquired peak in the twenties is the innate realm in the early twenties. Throughout the whole
There are many in Penglai Continent, but they are only at their peak the day after tomorrow. Can the real master accept him as a close disciple?"
"If he is in his twenties and is at the peak of his innate nature, then I might believe that the master's real status is so noble. Do you think he would accept a person from the acquired realm as his disciple? And he is still a closed disciple." Qiu
Kazuo chuckled, obviously not believing what Wu Yikun said.
"I knew you wouldn't believe it! In fact, I don't want to believe it either, but it should be true. Yesterday, Master Zhenren did bring a young man back. It is said that he met him at the debate conference. At that time, all the people attending the conference
All the major sects were vying for that person, but in the end that person became a disciple of the master. The master was so happy that he hurried back with the person before the debate conference was over!" Wu Yikun said.
It sounds vivid and vivid, as if such a thing is really happening.
"Everything you said is true?" Qiu Yixiong frowned, feeling a little moved.
Wu Yikun nodded affirmatively.
"The peak acquired the day after tomorrow? What is so special about him that all the major factions are vying for it?"
"My little brother doesn't know either. I only know that the man seems to be accompanied by two guards, and his strength is not low~" Wu Yikun shook his head.
"In this case, maybe we should find some time to visit the closed disciple of this master?" Qiu Yixiong pondered for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking.
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Immortal King Hall.
"Dad~"
Just pushing the door open and breaking in, Zhang Cheng's mood at the moment can be said to be both frightened and angry. The scene he experienced more than a month ago made him still a little scared. He could be said to have peeed all the way and fled back in a hurry.
"Hmph~"
A cold snort came from the Immortal King's Palace, like a thunderous thunder, and a huge coercion came out. Zhang Cheng, who had just pushed open the palace door, knelt on the ground with a pop, and a dent was made in the floor tiles.
"Without rules and regulations, what's the point?" As a majestic voice came out from the Immortal King's Palace, Zhang Cheng felt a strong wind blowing, and his trembling body involuntarily rose into the air and flew out of the palace.
It hit the courtyard outside the hall with a thud.
Zhang Cheng was thrown to pieces, and he finally stood up. At some point, a majestic middle-aged man stood at the door of the Heavenly King's Palace, glaring at him angrily.
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