The old man from Divine Sword was a little unwilling to accept it.
Originally, he had accepted the fact that he was not as good as the Taoist of Longshan and was about to regain his face on his disciples, but unexpectedly, he was still at a disadvantage.
Although he had just had a random competition now and neither side tried his best, it still made him feel uncomfortable after the ending like this.
Taoist Longshan said helplessly:
"According to Brother Divine Sword, let the true disciples continue?"
The old man from Divine Sword shook his head, pointed at Zhuang Chen, and said with a hint of doting on his face:
"I took over a few years ago a closed disciple named Zhuang Chen. He is now eight years old and has just practiced martial arts for two years."
"Ten years later, most of the true disciples have become more than thirty years old. It's not their turn to play. In the future, these juniors will be the main force of the next ten-year appointment. How about letting them get familiar with each other first?"
"I won't take advantage of you. You Zhenwu disciples, as long as you are under ten years old, can fight Zhuang Chen. If anyone wins, this Dragon Owl Sword will be given to him!"
Said.
He pulled out the wide and long sword behind him and inserted it on the martial arts field.
The blade is light but has a breathtaking edge.
A perfect top-level sword!
This is undoubtedly the top reward that appeared this time. Obviously, the old man of Divine Sword was also a little embarrassed and took out his sword as a reward. Of course, to some extent, it also demonstrated his confidence.
In a moment.
Many disciples of the Zhenwu Sect’s eyes lit up.
Then I couldn't help but feel regretful, and I only regretted that I was not under ten years old, otherwise I might have the chance to get this famous sword.
But some people also noticed the information hidden in the old man of Divine Sword.
"This son is eight years old and has been practicing martial arts for two years. Doesn't it mean that the root bone has taken shape at the age of six?" Qin Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and his mood fluctuated.
He was seven years old and the root bone formed, and Zhuang Chen was a year faster than him.
Although the premature or not of root bone formation is not entirely related to talent, he still couldn't help but feel nervous.
Ning Qi looked at Zhuang Chen in surprise and received a honest and honest smile from the other party.
He didn't expect that this little fat man who didn't look very smart was so talented.
When Taoist Longshan saw that the old man of Divine Sword had even taken out his sword, he couldn't help but smile bitterly:
"Brother Divine Sword, why do you have to do this..."
The old man of Divine Sword waved his hand and was brave and brave:
"It's okay. If the Zhenwu Sect has such a talent, just take away the Long Xiao Sword!"
Ye Qinghe's eyes were strange.
Isn’t this going to send a famous sword to you?
She knew how powerful her junior brother was. She had already refined her bones when she met the white ape a year ago. Now she might have already refined her internal organs or even marrow!
She didn't believe that the silly fat man could be so evil even after practicing for two years.
Everyone has different thoughts.
Dong He, the senior brother of the Divine Sword Sect, whispered a few words in Zhuang Chen's ear, and saw Zhuang Chen's eyes lit up, as if he was still bargaining with Dong He. It was not until Dong He smiled bitterly that Zhuang Chen walked to the center of the martial arts field carelessly.
His voice is a bit silly:
"I am Zhuang Chen, the true teaching of the Divine Sword Sect. Who will give me chicken legs? Oh, no, right? Who will fight?"
Seeing the little fat man sucking his nose hard, a low burst of laughter came from the Zhenwu Sect. Everyone in the Divine Sword Sect held their foreheads. The Divine Sword Old Man was slightly silent and turned his head away.
"I, Zhao Changhe, come to meet you!"
Before Ning Qi could get up, a ten-year-old boy from the Zhenwu Sect had already rushed out first.
This young man developed very early, and seemed to be more than two heads taller than Zhuang Chen. He is the best among his disciples of the same age. He practiced martial arts at the age of eight, and now he has been practicing martial arts for two years. He just broke through to the realm of flesh refining two days ago, and his talent was almost second only to the true teachings.
"You are no match for me." The fat man shook his head.
Zhao Changhe snorted coldly:
"That's going to be known after you've beaten it."
He practiced a rock gun technique, defended and attacked, and then took the gun to kill him. In addition, his strength in the meat refining skills increased, which was quite powerful.
Zhuang Chen drew his sword, as if he had suddenly changed into another person.
His eyes were sharp, and even the snot flowing down seemed to have turned into two "green swords". His chubby body was so flexible that it was incredible. He gently tapped it, like a breeze stroking the willows, and he easily avoided Zhao Changhe's spear sprint.
Qin Yun's pupils shrank slightly.
"Refining tendons? This guy has actually entered the realm of refining tendons for two years?"
This practice speed is faster than him.
Taoist Longshan also looked slightly sideways.
The old man with Divine Sword raised his mouth.
On the field, Zhuang Chen fought back. The wooden sword in his hand was stabbed out with a sword, with the roar of a dragon and a tiger, as heavy as a green mountain pressing the top.
Zhao Changhe was sweating in front of his forehead. His gun was as strong as a rock, very stable and solid.
But it can't stop it.
The power and martial arts realm are not on the same level.
Only with a bang was heard, Zhao Changhe flew back and fell to the ground.
Some disciples of the Zhenwu Sect hurriedly went up to see if they were injured, but saw Zhao Changhe climbing up by himself. His eyes were a little incredible. Just now, the wooden sword was pressing against the top of the mountain, as if it was about to crush his bones and body. However, at the critical moment, the power disappeared without a trace. He just fell a little embarrassed and was not injured at all.
"Sorry, I don't know you are so weak, so I almost stopped."
Zhuang Chen's words made him so angry that his teeth were itchy.
But the other person's eyes were so sincere.
Taoist Longshan stared at Zhuang Chen and said with some uncertainty:
"It's like lifting weights? At such a young age, the swordsman has such a state. Could this son have a congenital sword bone?"
The old man of Divine Sword finally couldn't help laughing proudly:
"You are a bull's nose, otherwise you think my disciple is just playing with it? Your eight disciple is indeed extraordinary in talent, but if Chen'er is the same age as him, he may not be Chen'er's opponent."
Qin Yun lowered his head and clenched his fists, but did not speak.
Taoist Longshan nodded slightly with admiration in his eyes:
"The innate sword bones and a innocent heart. Brother Divine Sword, you have accepted a good disciple."
The old man of Divine Sword only felt extremely comfortable.
He laughed and turned to see the change in the expression of Taoist Longshan, but what surprised him was that although Taoist Longshan was admiring, he was not as envious as he imagined.
Taoist Longshan laughed secretly.
If it were before, he would have been a little envious.
But since he accepted Ning Qi, no genius disciple in this world can ever be envied by him anymore.
He looked over.
I found that Ning Qi had already stood up and walked towards Zhuang Chen.
Taoist Longshan quickly sent a message:
"Xiao Jiu, keep some effort."
He was afraid that his disciple would accidentally break the treasure of the old man Divine Sword.
I'm afraid that he only knows Ning Qi's realm best in the entire Zhenwu Mountain.
Ning Qi nodded slightly.
He stopped a disciple who was about to play and said lightly:
"I'll do it."
He clearly saw that the little fat man should have just entered the muscle refining realm and had a good swordsmanship. None of the disciples under the age of ten in the Zhenwu Sect are his opponents.
Except him.
Ning Qi had no idea that he could not hide. As a true disciple of the Zhenwu Sect, it was impossible to see the little fat man sweeping unscrupulously. He just showed some of his strength, and it was not in the way.
He did not wait until his disciples were defeated one after another before finally appearing as a savior.
He wanted to solve the problem earlier and went back to the Taoist temple to read.
Everyone was stunned.
After all, Ning Qi is showing fewer and fewer appearances now, and many disciples of the Zhenwu Sect see Ning Qi a little mysterious.
But there is no time to think about it.
Ning Qi was already standing opposite Zhuang Chen.
"Little fat man, let's take action."
Zhuang Chen didn't care about Ning Qi's name, he said seriously:
"Ningqi, I don't want to hit you, you can go down."
He originally wanted to say, "Ningqi, you are not very smart, I can't bear to hit you," but he thought this seemed impolite, so he finally changed his statement.
But Ning Qi obviously saw his thoughts from Zhuang Chen's eyes.
Ning Qi was helpless.
He exhaled slowly and decided to teach this stupid little fat man a lesson.
Chapter completed!