Godly Dragon Guard

"I only have two requirements. As long as you meet these two requirements, I will let you and your woman go."

Gu Sanqian sneered and said: "The first requirement is to stand still and receive my slap. If you can survive, you will be considered as meeting the first requirement."

Shen Lang frowned: "What about the second request?"

"Stop talking nonsense, save your life first." Gu Sanqian said coldly.

"Okay." Shen Lang's face was gloomy, but he agreed.

Gu Sanqian's character was difficult to predict, and Shen Lang didn't know what his purpose was. But with this man's strength, it would be really easy to kill him.

Shen Lang had no choice but to agree to his request first and see if things would turn around.

He wears silver-patterned armor and has a half-baked Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill. He may not die if he is hit by the Ancient Three Thousand One Palm.

Without thinking much, Shen Lang immediately walked up and said calmly: "Senior, please take action."

Gu Sanqian came up and slapped Shen Lang's chest and abdomen with a palm.

There was only a loud "dong" sound, and Shen Lang felt that the palm struck by Gu Sanqian was like a large truck hitting him with a speed of more than 1,000 yards per hour.

Shen Lang was shaken more than twenty meters away and fell headlong into the dead leaves.

Gu Sanqian just wanted to test whether this kid was really not afraid of death or whether he was just pretending. However, the result made him quite satisfied, and Shen Lang's temperament was quite to his liking.

Of course, Gu Sanqian didn't want to take advantage of this kid so easily. He had to make him suffer a little.

The next moment, a scene that shocked Gu Sanqian appeared.

Shen Lang was seen crawling out of the pile of dead leaves. His upper body clothes were torn to pieces by Gu Sanqian's sharp palm wind, revealing the silver inner armor underneath, and the skin all over his body was glowing with a golden light.

"The indestructible power of the Vajra!" Gu Sanqian's old face showed a hint of shock.

Shen Lang relied on the indestructible power of the Vajra and the sacred silver-patterned armor to defend against Gu Sanqian's palm.

Of course, Shen Lang knew that Gu Sanqian was showing mercy, otherwise he would never survive.

In fact, Gu Sanqian only used 10% or 20% of his strength. He didn't really want to kill Shen Lang, he just wanted him to suffer a little bit, but he didn't expect that this kid would be fine at all.

Shen Lang's blood and energy surged up all over his body, but he didn't have any idea about his body. He cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, senior, for showing mercy."

Gu Sanqian's eyes showed a strange look: "Boy, I remember that this silver-patterned armor is the treasure of an elder of the Ling family. How did it end up on you?"

"He was killed by me, so the silver pattern armor belongs to me." Shen Lang replied.

"Okay! I have never cared about the process in my life, I only care about the results, and I don't bother to ask you these nonsense. The last request, boy, you quickly become my teacher!" Gu Sanqian sleeved robe was rolled up, and he laughed loudly.

"What?" Shen Lang was stunned.

"I ask you to worship me as your teacher, do you understand?" Gu Sanqian repeated impatiently.

Shen Lang was shocked and said: "This...senior is not joking, right?"

"Humph, what a joke. If I didn't like you, I would have killed you long ago. Why do I still need to play such a boring game with you here?" Gu Sanqian said dissatisfied.

"Senior, why do you want to accept me as your disciple?" Shen Lang asked in surprise.

"There is no reason. I will do whatever I want in my life. There are very few people who can please me. Your father, Shen Canghai, is one of them. I originally passed on the Seven Killing Sword Style to him."

Shen Lang was secretly surprised. No wonder the sword move used by Gu Sanqian just now was very similar to the Seven Killing Sword style. It turned out that the Beiyin Kuangsword had this relationship with his father.

"I'm used to being alone. My disciples don't have to follow me, and they don't have to kneel and kowtow. They just need to respect me as their master. Being my disciple is very simple. I only have one request." Gu Sanqian said seriously.

"What's the request?" Shen Lang became a little interested. If it's like what Gu Sanqian said, it's not like he can't be his disciple.

"Boy, after you escape from Wujin Desert, no matter where you are, if anyone mentions it, you must say that your master is Bei Yin Kuang Dao. From now on in Linhai Tianshan, your master will be Bei Yin Kuang Dao! I agreed to this. , you are my disciple." Gu Sanqian shouted.

"Disciple Shen Lang, I have met the master." Shen Lang bowed directly without thinking.

Such a request is really too simple.

Shen Lang actually didn't want to be Gu Sanqian's apprentice, mainly because he was not familiar with Gu Sanqian, but considering the safety of himself and Su Ruoxue, he had no choice but to agree.

And this person was indeed kind to him. The Ling family and the Murong family might have informed Gu Sanqian to intercept him. Gu Sanqian's action saved his life, so there is nothing wrong with repaying the favor.

"Okay! I like cheerful people best, Shen Lang, you will be my apprentice from now on, hahaha." Gu Sanqian laughed.

Gu Sanqian is nearly 370 years old. In fact, he has only a few years to live, and will die in three to five years at most.

Originally, Gu Sanqian had a violent and unpredictable temperament, never got close to anyone, and never thought of taking on a disciple.

But seeing the end approaching, Gu Sanqian still couldn't get rid of the secular concept. He wanted someone to inherit his mantle. Otherwise, Sword Subduing Shura will be lost in his hands.

Ouyang Changfeng passed by Dry Leaf Ridge before. Gu Sanqian originally wanted to accept Ouyang Changfeng as his disciple, but seeing that boy's sword skills were so good, he was very angry. He hated people who used swords the most in his life, so He did not accept Ouyang Changfeng as his disciple.

"Young disciple Shen Lang, there are so many elders from the Murong family and the Ling family chasing you, but I won't help you, and I can't do anything about it. This time you enter the Wujin Desert, you can take care of yourself. I will give you two things as a gift to become your disciple."

After saying that, Gu Sanqian took out two things.

A secret book and a small bead as white as jade.

"This is the secret book of Sword Subduing Shura. You are so proficient in the Seven Killing Sword Styles. It is very easy to master this Sword Subduing Shura. Only after you master this, I will admit that you are my disciple. If we meet again one day, you kid If you don't learn how to surrender Shura with the sword, I will destroy you! Do you hear that?" Gu Sanqian handed over a secret book and shouted.

"Listen...I heard it. Master, don't worry, I promise to learn how to conquer Shura with the sword." Shen Lang was a little speechless. The temperament of this ancient three thousand is really strange.

However, since Shen Lang respected him as his teacher, Shen Lang accepted it gratefully.

"This is the sacred artifact, the Cold Soul Bead, which was refined from the Cold Soul Crystal in ancient times. The Wujin Desert is unbearably hot, and when worn on the body, the Cold Soul Bead can naturally emit an icy breath and will not be eroded by the heat wave." Gu San Qian threw the white jade bead to Shen Lang again.

"Thank you, Master." Shen Lang felt happy in his heart. Holding this cold soul bead in his hand, it indeed exuded a chilling air. This thing is so useful.

"Okay, go ahead and remember not to die in there." After Gu Sanqian said this, the gray figure disappeared.

Shen Lang solemnly bowed to the entrance of the dark cave, then hugged Su Ruoxue and walked towards the entrance of Wujin Desert. (To be continued)