Qin Wentian returned to the land of ice and snow, holding the Red Demon Halberd, and kept swinging H. Sometimes there was only one movement, but he would swing it hundreds of times, or even a thousand times in succession, constantly adjusting.
Stopped progress.
The little bastard had been lying there watching. Qing'er was also standing on the snow peak, very quiet. She had not experienced that battle. She only found Qin Wentian later, but she had a faint feeling that Qin Wentian might have experienced it.
What.
His love and hate will turn into his actions and become his obsession, causing him to use every method to improve himself.
Qin Wentian is such a person. In this world, except for Qin Chuan and Qin Yao who accompanied Qin Wentian the most before he was unable to practice at the age of sixteen, then since he started practicing, the people who have been by his side the longest are not Qing Wentian.
Qing'er is none other than Qing'er. Although Qing'er doesn't appear around Qin Wentian for many days, Qing'er actually knows every move he makes.
Qing'er didn't understand many things because no one taught her, but she knew Qin Wentian very well, her habits and his obsessions.
She lowered her head and glanced at the Celestial Elephant Fruit in her hand. There was a faint fluctuation in her beautiful watery eyes, and there seemed to be a warm current passing through her heart. She rarely felt like this, but this time, she felt it, as if,
Many of the things she did were worthwhile.
After thousands of times of hard work, Qin Wentian's halberd technique has been continuously perfected and become more and more powerful. If someone fights with him, he will even see his halberd coming out, and it can even cause people to have illusions.
A few days later, Qin Wentian finally stopped practicing the halberd technique, but sat on the snow and took out the dark red Celestial Elephant Fruit. This Celestial Elephant Fruit could make a person's heart beat continuously, and even seemed to make him better.
He can sense the vibration of every part of the human body, and the power of will contained in it seems to be the will of the heart.
"If this kind of power is applied to the Heart-Zhuan Ancient Bell, the killing power of the Heart-Zhuan Ancient Bell will be even more terrifying." Qin Wentian whispered in his heart, and then closed his eyes, quietly comprehending.
In the imperial mausoleum, the body of Emperor Tian was also practicing and enlightening at the same time. The two bodies were practicing and enlightening at the same time. Qin Wentian was making progress and becoming stronger every day.
At night, the white snowflakes seemed to never stop. A figure in white lay quietly in the snow. On the sky, there was a bright light falling down, as if there were four stars, shooting out four rays of light, falling on the Qin Dynasty.
On Wentian's body, the power of the stars continued to flow into his body. Within the Yuan Mansion, his martial destiny was solidified bit by bit.
During the day, he would get up to practice again. He spent many **** nights like this, as if he would never feel tired.
In a place quite far away from Qin Wentian, there are several figures walking in the void, seeming to be on their way. The leader is an old man, who looks very ordinary, about fifty years old, and there is no trace of it in him.
Aura, but his eyes are very bright, and his snow-white hair makes him more suitable for this iceberg and snow.
"There is actually a little boy practicing here." The old man murmured, and his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the space and see Qin Wentian practicing on the snow.
With a casual smile, the old man continued walking, but after a while, his footsteps stopped again, as if there was some serious emotion in his eyes.
"Interesting, the second level of martial arts will has entered the realm of transformation, but his cultivation is still only at the third level of Tiangang." The old man seemed to see through Qin Wentian at a glance. Although he was spying on Qin Wentian, Qin Wentian didn't know anything about it.
His presence was not found.
"Looking at his age, he should be around twenty-five years old. It is very rare for his cultivation to reach this level. His martial arts will is so powerful. He is much stronger than the disciples selected by those incompetent guys." The old man shook his head slightly.
, seemed a little depressed, and continued to walk on his way.
His figure was like a gust of wind, carrying the people around him with him, and actually passed by Qin Wentian not far away.
At this moment, Qin Wentian, who was practicing, suddenly frowned slightly, stopped, holding the Red Demon Halberd, looking in the direction of the old man, and said coldly: "Who is peeping?"
"Huh?" The old man's body suddenly stopped, his gaze penetrated the void, and a smile appeared on his face: "Interesting, a little guy at the third level of Tianwu can actually find me."
With one step, his figure instantly appeared in front of Qin Wentian, looking at Qin Wentian with interest.
Qin Wentian's expression flashed, and he became extra vigilant now that he had learned the lesson from the last time.
However, as soon as he glanced at him, he was horrified that he could not see how strong this old man's cultivation was.
At first glance, he looked like an ordinary old man. There were two boy-like followers beside him, and they were both very powerful.
He simply couldn't resist a strong man of this level. He hoped he wouldn't be one of the six geniuses.
In Qin Wentian's hand, a scroll appeared.
"You are so vigilant, are you afraid that I will eat you?" The old man looked at Qin Wentian and smiled, but Qin Wentian did not dare to relax his vigilance. The little bastard had quietly come to his side, and Qing'er was also there.
Come closer this way.
"This junior has enemies chasing him, so he has to be more vigilant. Who is your senior?" Qin Wentian asked.
"Haha, funny little kid, if I were your enemy, you would still want to have the opportunity to use the space scroll." The old man smiled playfully, and then he grabbed the void with his palm. In an instant, Qin Wentian's body was frozen, and his whole body was frozen.
No one could move, and the body was lifted directly.
"Let him go." Qing'er stepped forward, stared at the old man with smart eyes, and said coldly, with a strong sense of coldness permeating his body.
"Asshole!" The little guy's figure flashed and also appeared in front of Qin Wentian. He stared at the old man with a ferocious expression, but it was really inconsistent with his milky voice.
Qin Wentian was shocked in his heart. This kind of strength was too powerful. Indeed, if someone from the six major forces had the ability to kill him, he would not even have the chance to use the space scroll.
"You called me a bastard?"
The old man stared at the little guy with a fierce expression: "No one has dared to scold me for many years. I didn't expect that the little demon scolded me today. If you stand in front of me, you are not afraid that I will kill you all."
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"Let him go." Qing'er said coldly, as if he didn't know how powerful the old man was.
The old man looked at Qing'er carefully and laughed in a low voice: "It's really interesting. Girl, you are so beautiful. The power you are good at is the power of space, and the power contained in your body is also strong. Do you want to be my disciple?"
"You are not worthy." Qin Wentian said coldly, making the old man look at him and said with a smile: "I am not worthy, why am I not worthy?"
"If you disrespect the elders and bully the younger ones, how do you qualify to be a teacher?" Qin Wentian said coldly. He was also depressed. While practicing here, he suddenly met an old man, and he was so powerful that he was abnormal.
"Don't you know that in this world, strength is valued? Having strength is enough." The old man looked at Qin Wentian with a smile.
"If becoming a teacher or accepting a disciple does not depend on character, but only on strength and talent, if the teacher is narrow-minded, how can he be willing to see his disciples surpass him; if a disciple does not remember the teacher's kindness, but only remembers the teacher's censure,
How can we not hold grudges in our hearts? If master and disciple turn against each other, it will only happen sooner or later, so why bother to become a disciple?"
Qin Wentian said coldly: "I am a junior, practicing quietly here. If there is anything I can do to offend my seniors, I can tell you. Why are you so humiliated, just because you are stronger than us?"
"A sharp-tongued guy, you want to provoke me to let you go?" The old man looked at Qin Wentian and said with a smile, which made Qin Wentian look ugly. This old man seemed not to accept this trick.
"Okay, I'll let you go." The old man said again. With a wave of his hand, the pressure on Qin Wentian suddenly disappeared. The little guy and Qing'er retreated to Qin Wentian's side, still looking at the old man warily.
This old man had a very eccentric character. He knew Qin Wentian was provoking him, but he actually let him go.
"You must have a good character to have a seductive and beautiful woman do this to you. How about I give you a chance to join my sect?" The old man looked at Qin Wentian and said with a smile.
"If I refuse, will the seniors embarrass the juniors?" Qin Wentian asked with a flash of his eyes.
"No, I won't say a word and leave immediately. But you have to know that no matter how many people ask for it, they won't get such an opportunity." The old man squinted his eyes. Although he had a somewhat fairy-like temperament, he looked at it.
He looks like an old naughty boy.
"No." As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Wentian uttered two words directly, causing the old man to show a look of astonishment.
Looking at Qin Wentian, his smile disappeared and his face gradually darkened. This was really embarrassing. He wanted to accept a disciple, but was rejected. If this spread, his old face would have nowhere to show it.
He opened his mouth, but did not speak. He had just said that if Qin Wentian refused, he would leave immediately without saying a word.
Turning around, the old man actually walked forward, but not far away, he suddenly stopped. The man behind him turned around, looked at Qin Wentian, and asked: "I still want to
You need to know why.”
Although the boy said these words, Qin Wentian certainly understood that he was speaking on behalf of the old man. The old man was so proud that he agreed not to tell, so he really didn't say anything, but he still couldn't help but ask. Therefore, it was said that
Give the message to the boy next to you and ask him to ask questions on his behalf.
"There is no reason why I don't want to be a disciple. I can still practice on my own and grow through experience." Qin Wentian responded calmly.
"Is this the reason? How many people can only dream of such an opportunity." The old man seemed very depressed and continued to talk to the boy.
"Senior, you really only think about yourself when you talk. This junior doesn't even know your identity. Just because you are strong, do you want to worship you as your teacher and follow you?" Qin Wentian said in a cold voice: "If this is the case, senior is too underestimated.
He has become a world figure, even before he
The strength of the senior generation is really strong, but the junior has practiced for less than ten years and has reached the current level of cultivation. The will of the four major martial arts has entered the second realm. I dare not say that it is outstanding, but I don’t underestimate myself. If I practice to the age of the senior, it will not be the same.
It’s the cultivation of seniors.”
"Arrogance." This time, it was the old man himself who uttered a voice and stared at Qin Wentian. However, after the words fell, he turned his sleeves and left directly!