Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

As the first **** of heaven and earth, his martial arts have already reached the peak.

If he is willing to point out a mortal, and the other's martial arts is mediocre, he can be pointed out to become a surname.

It's a pity that they won't know what chance they missed!

Shaking his head, Xia Qingchen came outside the hall.

Xia Yuan was waiting there, he had heard the conversation in the temple, and learned that Xia Qingchen refused the temple, and he urged him to martial arts, stinging in his heart: "It is useless for the father and does not provide you with a good martial arts environment."

Martial arts needs the guidance of famous teachers and the help of precious medicinal materials.

Xia Yuan did not.

Therefore, Xia Qingchen only failed to pass the Wuge assessment and collapsed, becoming a joke.

Xia Qingchen looked at the middle-aged man with guilt in front of him, sighed in his heart, and pityed his parents.

If he knew that his caring son was already dead, would he be sad and desperate?

"Father, it is gold that will shine sooner or later, no need to care about the gains and losses of the moment." Xia Qingchen inherited this body and was grateful.

He could not repay the dead Xia Qingchen, but could replace the real Xia Qingchen and send his father a hundred years old.

Xia Yuan touched Xia Qingchen's head, and said hoarsely: "My son is aspiring, but martial arts is not enough to have ambition! To become a strong man, entering Wuge is the only way."

"After March, Wu Ge will have a rematch against the losers. If you perform well, you still have a chance to enter."

In the first recruitment of Wu Ge, it is inevitable that there are some talents who have great potential but are unexpectedly lost due to various factors.

Therefore, Wuge specially held a rematch.

"So, come to the Temple of the King of the Dustless King for the Father, and pray to the King of God. I hope you will pass the rematch in March." Xia Yuan patted his shoulder and smiled: "At the same time, I hired a martial arts mentor, Pingyang Jianke, and he personally Point you to practice."

Pingyang swordsman is a famous martial arts mentor in Yungu City.

Later, he withdrew from the Pavilion and directed rich and young people to practice for the rich and wealthy.

In his life, he has taught many many arrogant teenagers.

Cousin Xia Qilin is one of them.

Three days ago in the Wuge assessment, the cousin successfully entered the Wuge Upper House with the third place.

The greatest contribution is the guidance of Pingyang swordsman for three years.

Of course, asking him to spend an amazing price.

In order to help Xia Qingchen fulfill his dream of martial arts, Xia Yuan can be said to have everything!

"Father!" Xia Qingchen moved: "I will not live up to your expectations."

"Oh, go home now, he is already waiting in the house."

Back to Xiafu.

backyard.

A seventy old man dressed in Tsing Yi carrying a seven-star purple sword, sat still.

"Master Pingyang!" Xia Yuan quickly stepped forward and bowed to salute.

Pingyang swordsman chuckled: "Xiafu master does not need to be more courteous."

Xia Yuan smiled and brought Xia Qingchen over and said, "This is Xia Qingchen, a dog, taught by Master Lao Pingyang Ken Yuzun."

The latter's old eyes looked at Xia Qingchen and nodded: "Well, a talent."

Everyone knows that Xia Qingchen is the laughing stock of the whole city, and has nothing to do with the word "talent".

His words are just polite.

"Xiafu Lord, I'm starting to give orders to my son now, and I'm asking Xiafu Lord to avoid it for now."

Xia Yuanba didn't have to do this, and quickly signaled the attendant in the backyard to leave: "During Master Professor Pingyang's teaching period, no one should enter the backyard without permission."

When they were all gone, the backyard was clean and empty.

The smile on the Pingyang swordsman's face gradually subsided, and became indifferent and arrogant, looking at Xia Qingchen, without concealing: "If it is not for the old man who has recently lacked money, he really would not want to teach you such rotten wood that can't help the wall. If you don’t make progress, you will surely affect the reputation of the old man."

For Xia Yuan, he needs to be polite.

But for Xia Qingchen, he was outspoken and expressed his true thoughts.

In the future, he will instruct Xia Qingchen to practice. How dare Xia Qingchen tell this to his father?

So he has no fear.

Xia Qingchen was flattered and indifferent, saying indifferently: "Master Pingyang taught the students despite his instructions."

Although, he does not need the guidance of Pingyang swordsman.

However, the father must not be wasted.

Pingyang swordsman commanded indifferently: "Release inner strength, let me first look at your basic situation."

Xia Qingchen said, clenching her fists, slammed into the air in front of her.

There were two soft sounds, a layer of thin white air flow looming, flashing in both fists.

Seeing this, the swordsman of Pingyang shook his head straightly: "Rotten wood! Really a rotten wood! The inner strength is thin and unreal, which can reach the Xiaochen position of Sanming. You are all 17 years old, and you have cultivated to this level. Really the dead wood cannot be carved!"

His evaluation of Xia Qingchen really showed no mercy and did not care about Xia Qingchen's feelings.

"It's said that dragons and dragons and phoenixes and phoenixes and the sons of mice will make holes! Your second uncle Xia Xun is a master, the son Xia Qilin who is born is also a talent, your son is a piece of waste, and you are born this virtue, hey! This makes me How to teach?" Pingyang swordsman shook his head.

Xia Xun is the second uncle of Xia Qingchen, cultivated to be strong, and established the Northern Xiafu of the martial art family level.

In comparison, his father's cultivation base was weaker by several levels, far inferior to that of his uncle, and he only established the Nanxia House of the landlord family.

"Your father is also a idiot, and no matter how expensive it is, it is impossible for you to tune it out, no matter how expensive it is, why?" Pingyang swordsman disagreed.

Xia Qingchen listened, his eyes slowly cooling off.

It's okay to belittle him.

But, alone, he could not tolerate, and he defamed a father's sincere care and love for his children.

Originally, the Pingyang swordsman gave good instructions, and he could also cooperate with every play to pretend to accept instructions.

But now, it is not necessary at all.

"Master Pingyang, saying so much, why don't you show yourself and let the students open their eyes?" Xia Qingchen said lightly.

Pingyang swordsman's nostrils sneered: "The old man's reputation is enough for you to open your eyes and need to show?"

But to Shang Xia Qingchen's calm, disrespectful eyes, he proudly said: "Okay, let you see what you know, so you don't have to be disappointed!"

He shook his sleeves and stretched out five fingers: "The old man has five specialties in his life, namely boxing, fingering, eyesight... which one do you want to see?"

One by one he presented his five proud specialties.

Xia Qingchen listened patiently and said lightly: "You are the best."

Pingyang swordsman did not appreciate what Xia Qingchen said in his words, and said with a smile: "The old man is best at swordsmanship. This method is too advanced. You will not understand it if you show it. Change it."

Smart swordsmanship is tricky, and it is difficult for non-Kendo people to understand its depth.

"It's okay, Master Pingyang will just show it." Xia Qingchen said.

Pingyang swordsman's face is stunned: "You decayed wood, you have to watch the tricks that you don't know! Well, the old man will show you hard, let you open your eyes!"

He pulled out the Qixing Purple Sword on his backhand.

Hold the hilt with the five fingers of your right hand, and point your index and middle fingers together.

Vigorously running inside, so that Tsing Yi agitated.

"Look!" Pingyang swordsman took a sip, and his temperament changed abruptly, like a sharp sword.

His toes are continually treading, and his figure is as fast as a horror.

A seven-star purple sword resembles Zixiao Lightning, traversing continuously in the air with a stunning pose.

Swords, like waves rippling, stunned and deafened.

After ten breaths.

After the swordsmanship was performed, there were endless swordsongs in the air.

If the master of Yungu City is here, he must be amazed by the swordsmanship of Pingyang swordsman.

But in Xia Qingchen's eyes, it is not.

"How? You can see the essence of the old man's swordsmanship?" Pingyang swordsman said unpleasantly.

As a master of swordsmanship, the most annoying thing is to show proud swordsmanship to people who do not understand.

Swordsmanship needs to be appreciated by those who understand, and to show to those who do not, it is to play the piano to the cow.

"The essence is not seen." Xia Qingchen shook his head.

Pingyang swordsman hummed, knowing this.

"However, I saw the loopholes." Pingyang swordsman was surprised, Xia Qingchen said a word without a head.

Pingyang swordsman is not sure: "Are you talking about my swordsmanship?"

"if not?"

Pingyang sword smiled politely: "Your decayed wood is really ridiculous and pitiful. I don't know how to pretend to understand! I can't see the essence, I insist that the old swordsmanship is not good, hehe!"

He really began to regret teaching Xia Qingchen.

Such a student, no matter how hard he spends, there can be no progress.

"I don't know much about "Peacock Sword Code", but from my knowledge, you haven't even learned the fur of this Sword Code!" Xia Qingchen said without surprise.