Brothers Tuomanku and Tuomanshi secretly said that the old and the young were very brave. One planned to fight with Senior Ling Jueding for the secret book of the Sword Tomb, and the other went up to stop the Sword King Ling Canghai just to forge a sword. Their personalities were so similar.
The same heart and courage, the same lawlessness.
The old man squinted his eyes and smiled and said: "Boy, I see that your realm is stable and your cultivation is not weak. Who are you? Which sect are you a disciple of? Don't answer yet. Let me guess, the master of swordsmanship in the world, Qi Kunlun? No.
It’s so similar, that kid was originally a gunman, but he switched to using a knife halfway through, hiss, there are really not many people who are famous.”
Chen Guang said: "Senior, stop guessing, you can't guess. Because I have no master at all. I am an idle martial artist. Even if you guess all the names, there will be no master for me."
The old man retorted: "Nonsense, how can you achieve such a state and cultivation level without a teacher? Hey, haha, I understand, you got a secret book and treasure from a strong man, and then you cultivated all the way to this state, but in the end
Whose secret is it?"
The old man kept mumbling, "His? It doesn't look like it, and it's not his. Hey, it's a bit familiar, as if I've seen someone use it before... Ha, I get it, yes, that's right, it smells like him. Folding Immortal Knife,
Sword Immortal Guyunkong, yes, yes, no wonder your auras are somewhat similar. It turns out that I am a genius after cultivating the Destruction Sword Intent."
When Chen Guang heard the old man say the words "Destroy the Sword Intent", he could no longer remain indifferent. This secret book was given by Zhang Kun in the Peach Blossom Spring. It is said to be a relic of a strong man long ago, and it is said to have been lost.
No one should remember things.
Chen Guang asked tentatively: "Senior, do you know the senior who uses the Destruction Sword Intent?"
The old man said: "Do you know him? I don't know. I have heard of this name and met that person, but... he doesn't know me. Boy, you have hidden the matter of destroying the sword's intention. Guyunkong will be rampant all his life.
Wu Dao has offended too many people. Don't be blamed as his descendant. You have his unique secret. It is not an exaggeration to say that you are half of his disciple. The people he offended in the first place are not dead.
They are all giants in their field, and some of their disciples and grandsons are on the master list."
Chen Guang's scalp was numb when he heard this, Damn, this is a big deal.
I just want to learn a powerful skill, but I don’t want to provoke a group of masters to fight and kill me.
The old man pondered for a long time and then said: "Actually, you don't need to be afraid. Those old guys haven't walked in the rivers and lakes for many years. Whether they are alive or not is a question. Besides, after so many years, they may have forgotten about them.
Hey, whose doll is this? It has such excellent bones."
His eyes suddenly saw Tuo Manle next to Chen Guang, as if he saw gold buried in the soil. He grabbed Tuo Manle's hand, touched his bones and pinched his face, like a wretched old man with special habits. p>
"Wow." Tuo Manle couldn't bear the humiliation, so he cried in fright. He hid behind Tuoman Aya, pulled the latter's clothes and cried loudly.
Tuo Manshi said awkwardly: "Teacher, that is my child Tuo Manle. His physique is much thinner than ordinary people. My third uncle said that he is not suitable for martial arts training. He should not be suitable for martial arts training, right?"
"Elm head." The old man knocked Tuo Manshi's head, but did not give the second leader any face in front of everyone, "Your third uncle is old and dim. This kid is definitely a baby. He has only cultivated to the ninth level of the physical body."
Zhong, little baby, do you want to consider becoming the old man’s apprentice? There are many spiritual weapons.”
Tuo Manle kept shaking his head, "No, I won't be the apprentice of this weird old man like you. I have a master."
The old man was stunned, "Who is your master?"
Tuo Manle pointed at Chen Guang, "He is my master."
The old man was speechless, staring at Chen Guang and Tuo Manle as they looked at each other, then he slapped his forehead and said: "I have been living underground for twenty years, and my eyesight has become blurry. I didn't even notice that you were practicing the same technique. Boy, yours
The exercises are very complicated and messy. I really admire you stupid young people like you who don’t understand anything."
Chen Guang shrugged, "Senior, are you jealous? Jealous that I have the ability to practice several exercises at the same time. You don't have to belittle yourself. After all, not everyone has this kind of thing. Senior is also considered one of the most outstanding people among the general public."
It’s just a handful of people.”
"Am I jealous of you?" the old man was furious. "The old man has been practicing for more than three hundred years and has reached the peak of the Dharma Realm. How can you, a mere eighth-level Xiantian Realm, have the confidence to say that I am jealous of you?"
The heads of the Tuoman tribe all trembled, reaching the peak of the Dharma Realm? Is this the true cultivation level of the senior (teacher)? It’s so terrifying. I didn’t expect that it was already the realm of land gods.
Tuo Manshi was still intoxicated by the fact that his son was a genius, so he ate another big melon and suddenly felt in high spirits.
My son is a genius.
My teacher is at the peak of his Dharma state.
Chen Guang snorted coldly, "Senior, are you relying on your old age to show off your skills? If it takes longer than the cultivation time, senior will win, and the peak of the Dharma Realm is well deserved. But I don't accept it. I have only practiced for less than seven years. What does it mean for seniors to practice for seven years?"
Realm?"
Everyone's mouths have never been closed, and they have practiced for seven years to reach the eighth level of the Xiantian Realm.
Are we lagging behind?
It must be a delay.
The old man's eyes widened. What state have I reached after seven years of cultivation? I'll scare you to death if I tell you. I am at the third level of the physical body. Ahem, I am a late bloomer. Understand, I will not compete with you perverted monsters for fame.
He hummed and said: "Seven years? It's very ordinary. No wonder you learn all the techniques. It turns out that you are a casual cultivator who has studied on his own. If you had practiced my unique technique, you might have been on the master list. Boy, you want to become a disciple.
Well, the kind that gives away skills, martial arts and spiritual weapons when you kowtow."
The old man thought: That kid's talent is extraordinary. Since you have become a master, you can't force it. But I turned around and accepted you. Why don't you just call me master and get two juniors out of thin air? Kill two birds with one stone.
Chen Guang shook his head decisively, "I don't dare to be the apprentice of my senior. My heart is not big enough, and I am afraid I won't be able to bear it."
You can ask me to intercept the grandmaster just for trading. If you become a master, when you meet Ling Jueding, say: Apprentice, this guy is fierce, you have to bear it first...
Chen Guang was afraid that he would explode on the spot.
The old man hummed and said: "The old man is a strong man at the peak of the Dharma Realm. If you just let me know some news, some masters will come to be your disciples. I will give you another chance to think about it. Become a disciple. I will help you if you encounter trouble in the future. You are not a patron at the peak of the Dharma Realm."
Everyone has it."
Chen Guang still shook his head.
The old man said: "It seems you don't believe it."
He whispered: "Boy, have you ever heard of the metaphor of the immortal crane? It's me."