After binding with the rich school beauty, I became a martial god by lying flat

Chen Ping quickly said to Xu Qingli: "Don't cry, your uncle is here."

Hearing this, Xu Qingli wiped her tears and put on a smile that was uglier than crying.

Xu Wenbo, who came over, saw the tears on Xu Qingli's face and immediately grabbed Chen Ping's collar and asked: "What did you do to my niece to make her cry?"

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Instructor, I didn't do anything."

"Uncle, I cried because I thought of some bad scenes. It has nothing to do with Chen Ping."

After hearing Xu Qingli's explanation, Xu Wenbo let go of Chen Ping.

"If this kid dares to bully you, tell uncle, uncle will definitely beat him to a pulp!"

Xu Wenbo looked at the Longquan Sword under Chen Ping's feet, and said with a sigh: "I didn't expect my third brother to give you this artifact. This is his favorite artifact when he was young, and it is very famous."

"Artifacts are not cabbages on the street. The number is extremely rare. There are not so many that they can be placed in the arsenal for people to choose at will."

"Longquan Sword has infinite uses and great power. Don't let him down."

"What are the other two things that the third brother asked you to choose?"

Chen Ping pointed to the Yujian Jue in Xu Qingli's hand and said: "There is also a Yujian Jue and a Nine Turns Resurrection Pill."

"Fuck, Yujian Jue? He is so It ’s for you!" "The Royal Sword Jue was a exercise method found from the ancient relics. It was one of the top exercises created by ancient humans. It was a prone to get the first level of the enemy. No, it must be the third brother he put in and gave you. "Although Chen Ping guessed these three treasures, he did not expect so precious. It is gradually separated from the mood of sadness and despair. After Xu Wenbo and Chen Ping had a few words, he looked at the simple long sword in Xu Qingli's hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "The artifact sword? This artifact left by Zhou Wu can turn the courage in the heart into an indestructible sword light, which is very suitable for you, my niece."

Then his eyes stayed on the treasured robe in Xu Qingli's hand that was emitting colorful clouds. "The phoenix-winged robe made of the feathers of the eighth-level divine beast phoenix has good defense and flying ability, which is also very good."

"But it's still worse than this brat's stuff. Your uncle Tianyuan is starting to be partial!"

Speaking of this, Xu Wenbo glanced at his watch, "Is it time to accept a disciple? The ceremony is about to begin, follow me. "

Chen Ping was stunned, then reacted and said: "There is also a disciple-taking ceremony, is it so grand?"

"Of course, my third brother is the number one martial god in China, and the first time he publicly accepts a disciple, it must be grand."

"This is also to protect you, to announce to the world that you are the third brother's last disciple, to show that the third brother values ​​you, and those who want to attack you must first consider whether they can withstand his anger."

Chen Ping suddenly realized that although he did not like this kind of lively scene, since it was Xu Tianyuan's good intention, there was no reason to refuse.

"Okay, instructor, let's go."

The disciple-taking ceremony was held in the square of Zhenyaoguan. As soon as Chen Ping arrived at the scene, a group of girls with shining eyes surrounded him and pulled Chen Ping into a tent.

Seeing this, Xu Qingli said sourly: "Chen Ping is quite popular with girls."

Xu Wenbo smiled slightly and explained: "They are all family members of soldiers in Zhenyao Pass. They just come to help. Don't misunderstand."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Ping's panicked voice came out: "Don't take it off, I can do it myself!"

"Don't touch there, I can do it myself."

Chen Ping's words made Xu Wenbo cough, "It seems that the girls are a little too enthusiastic."

Xu Qingli narrowed her eyes, rushed into the tent, and took Chen Ping, who was already dressed in formal clothes, out of the pile of girls.

A girl with a slightly red face said to her girlfriend next to her: "The top scholar has great chest muscles, which feel good to touch."

"His abdominal muscles are not bad either."

"Hehe, I took the opportunity to touch it..."

Another beautiful girl with a melon-seed face was about to show off, but when she saw Xu Qingli's murderous eyes, she couldn't help but shut her mouth.

Xu Qingli angrily said to Chen Ping: "Didn't you get first place in the martial arts exam? Where did your strength go? How did you get bullied by a group of little girls?"Chen Ping wiped the red marks on his face and said awkwardly, "They all meant well, I was embarrassed to refuse."

"You feel embarrassed, right?" Xu Qingli grabbed the soft flesh around Chen Ping's waist and twisted it 180 degrees!

Chen Ping's body trembled, and he immediately begged for mercy, "It hurts! I will definitely refuse sternly next time!"

Xu Qingli snorted, patted the wrinkles on Chen Ping's clothes, and straightened his collar.

"Okay, Uncle Xu is waiting for you, go quickly."

Chen Ping quickly calmed down and smiled.

He walked onto the bright red carpet and walked step by step to the center of the square in the eyes of everyone.

His handsome features and upright posture made the girls unable to look away.

The smile on the corners of his mouth exuded a charming charm.

Rows of solemn soldiers stood around, and their cold eyes carried a hint of envy that could not be hidden.

Being able to worship under the martial god Xu Tianyuan and become a closed disciple is an honor that these soldiers dare not even think about.

Chen Ping walked up to Xu Tianyuan and whispered: "Should I kneel down and kowtow to you now?"

Xu Tianyuan said unhappily: "I'm not dead yet, why kowtow, just pour me a cup of tea and hand it to me."

Chen Ping then saw a pot of tea and two teacups on the wooden table next to him.

He filled a cup of tea, bowed and presented it to Xu Tianyuan with both hands.

Xu Tianyuan smiled and said: "Chen Ping is virtuous, talented and diligent. He is a rising star in the future of Chinese martial arts. He deserves to be the first in this martial arts exam!"

"Chen Ping, are you willing to worship as my master and become my closed disciple?"

"Disciple is willing!"

Xu Tianyuan nodded slightly, took the teacup handed by Chen Ping, and drank it all.

"Master, please accept your disciple's worship!" Chen Ping bowed deeply to Xu Tianyuan.

But what Xu Tianyuan said next made Chen Ping stunned.

"Take the top scholar to parade in the streets!"

A group of beautiful women came over and pulled Chen Ping into a sedan chair.

The guard of honor, which had been ready, carried the sedan chair, played suona, and beat gongs, and took Chen Ping away.

Xu Tianyuan looked at the scene of Xu Qingli chasing after him, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "It's good to be young!"