"Excessive modesty is not a good thing, otherwise it will be difficult for you to reach the height of your master!" Cai Meier slowly walked forward, looked at Jian Tongming and said lightly.
"That's what the dean taught you!" Jian Tongming did not refute. His master was an existence beyond his reach, and he had never thought of surpassing Jiang Siming.
With mediocre qualifications in the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect since he was a child, his slight sense of inferiority has penetrated deep into his bones. Even though he is no longer inferior to Huo Yuhao or any of the others, he still feels that he is not good enough.
"You still have a long way to go, not just in terms of strength. Your character needs to be improved!" Cai Meier shook her head helplessly. Although the little guy in front of her has good strength, she wants to get rid of his inferiority complex.
It's still quite a troublesome thing.
Others also nodded secretly. Although they did not have any behavior or thoughts that looked down on Jian Tongming, they even sometimes lamented the strength of the other party in their hearts. But when they got along, they could still feel the inferiority complex in Jian Tongming's bones. When they communicated with each other,
There is always some feeling of diaphragm.
"Hurry up and absorb the spirit ring! This 6,000-year-old sword-shaped grass is very suitable for your Seven Killing Sword martial spirit. After this is over, we will head towards the depths of the mixed zone!"
Jian Tongming didn't have much ink marks, he just crossed his legs and prepared to absorb the soul ring.
"Dean, how strong is that guy?" Zhang Lexuan asked in a low voice.
Cai Meier raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Zhang Lexuan strangely.
"I don't want to compete with him, I just want to know who is more qualified to take on that responsibility, me or him!" Zhang Lexuan shook her head, her eyes as calm as ever.
"Two years ago or more, he should have become a Contra. It's just that he hasn't made a breakthrough for some reason. In terms of strength alone, he shouldn't be more than you, but his talent is probably even more terrifying than yours." Cai Mei'er
He expressed his analysis. Although he didn't know why Jiang Siming had been unwilling to break through to the Contra realm, he thought that his strength should not exceed that of Zhang Lexuan, who had already broken through to the Contra realm at the age of 26.
"No! His eyes tell me that in his heart he is better than me. Not even a little bit better, so he and I must have a battle!" Zhang Lexuan's eyes were full of determination, and the fighting spirit in Zhang Lexuan's heart was always the strongest.
Unprecedentedly intense.
Cai Meier looked at Zhang Lexuan who was aroused to be competitive and could only helplessly shake her head. Zhang Lexuan, who had never experienced setbacks, was very eager for evenly matched battles between her peers.
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"Sure enough, he is still as rich as ever!" Jiang Siming looked at the super luxurious Nine Treasure Glazed Sect and couldn't help but sigh again.
"Just average!" Ning Ritian felt a little proud when he heard Jiang Siming's praise. As a disciple of the Nine Treasure Glazed Sect, he was naturally proud of the Nine Treasure Glazed Sect.
"chief!"
The disciples guarding on both sides saw Ning Ritian returning, and they all saluted respectfully.
"It seems that your status in the Jiubao Glazed Sect is not low!" Jiang Siming suddenly said with some meaning.
Ning Ritian looked at Jiang Siming and didn't say anything more. Instead, he smiled awkwardly.
Jiang Siming is not a fool. Anyone he meets can be the chief disciple of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Thinking about it, he knows that the other person bumped into him on purpose. Even if he didn't mention the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the other party would still invite him.
Own.
However, they soon arrived in front of the sect's main hall, where a smiling old man in a wheelchair was waiting for the two of them to arrive.
"Grandpa Jian!" Ning Ritian bowed respectfully to the old man in the wheelchair.
Jiang Siming also wanted to bow slightly, but was stopped by the other party.
"You are a transparent master, you don't have to be like this!"
Jiang Siming didn't show any pretense and nodded towards the other party.
The old man has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Although he is disabled, he has a majestic face. He must have been a powerful figure in the past.
"I, Jiandonglai, am a transparent grandfather." Jiandonglai said with a smile.
"The sect master is in the main hall and has been waiting for a long time. You should go quickly!"
"Yes! Grandpa Jian!"
Ning Ritian saluted the other party again and led Jiang Siming up to the main hall.
"Grandpa Jian was once the strongest guardian of our Nine Treasure Glazed Sect, a level 97 titled Douluo! It's a pity that he became a useless person in a battle to protect the sect!" Ning Ritian said with some regret.
"Really?" Jiang Siming turned around and glanced at Jian Donglai for some reason.
"Dirty old man, your descendants are really miserable!" Jiang Siming also shook his head with some regret.
Jiang Siming can't always help anyone he meets. You can only feel a little sorry for Jian Donglai.
The main hall of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect is still splendid and resplendent, and every place has the sense of being a wealthy person.
Ten thousand years later, although some things and people have changed, Jiang Siming still feels some inexplicable intimacy.
Ning Fengzhi used to sit on the chair above the main hall, with the old man and Bone Douluo always beside him.
But now there is a different one above the main hall.
"Report to the Sect Master! We've brought it!" Ning Ritian knelt down on one knee and said respectfully.
The docked figure slowly turned around, and Jiang Siming also saw the whole person.
Elegant and easy-going, there is a bit of majesty. Compared with Ning Fengzhi back then, the current master of Jiubao Glazed Sect has more confidence.
"Ritian, please step aside first! Xiaoyou Jiang and I need to have a good chat!"
"yes!"
Ning Ritian stood up slowly, glanced at Jiang Siming with a smile, and then slowly retreated.
"Since the outsiders have left, you don't have to hide it from me, right?" The middle-aged man slowly opened his hand, and a small bloody sword slowly emerged.
In an instant, a strong murderous aura filled the entire Nine Treasure Glazed Sect's hall.
"Oh?" Jiang Siming looked at the middle-aged man in front of him strangely.
"Don't be so surprised, little friend. Originally, I was just guessing! But now it seems that it should be true! Everyone knows that the Heavenly Swords can sense each other."
"I am Ning Caichen, known as Ning Caishen. He is one of the contemporary nine-treasure glazed sect heavenly swords!"
"Ning Caichen?" Jiang Siming almost choked to death with a mouthful of water. This name is really funny!
"Don't tell me, I have a wife named Nie Xiaoqian!" Jiang Siming said with some evil humor.
"Oh!" Ning Caichen was slightly surprised and asked doubtfully, "Is it possible that my little friend and my wife know each other?"
"Haha! Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it!"
Jiang Siming waved his hand, not bothering about the name. It seemed that his exposure of the Immortal Sword at the Poseidon Fate Dating Conference gave them some speculation, and now they misunderstood that he was the inheritor of the Heavenly Sword.
"What do you want me to do?" Jiang Siming had no idea. He wanted to know what the other party's purpose was? Impossible. It was just to verify whether he was the Heavenly Sword, right?
"Don't worry, little friend, let me tell you a story." Ning Caichen said calmly.