Martial Gods

Xiao Chen raised his head and looked over with a hint of curiosity.

There were seven or eight students in military uniforms.

Dong Laxi was pulling at an old man with a stubble face and the smell of alcohol all over his body.

From their conversations, it's not hard to tell.

They are all from the Sword Saint Martial Academy.

The identity of the old man seems to be unusual, and even the dean and mentor have to wait for him to return before they can discuss important matters related to the life and death of the martial arts institute.

But the old man was obviously not happy.

It can even be said that he is indifferent to the life and death of the Martial Academy.

Seven or eight students were sweating profusely. Although they were trying to drag him away, the old man swayed his body with a clever step, directly taking off their strength.

Seeing a few female students, they were about to cry with anger, but the drunk old man had a happy face instead.

"Little dolls, no!"

"After staying in the Sword Saint Martial Academy for so long, I still haven't made any progress at all."

"Just like your dean, it will only spoil me."

Xiao Chen carefully observed those martial arts students.

Because the seven or eight people did not restrain the spiritual pressure, they could identify their realm at a glance.

"As expected of the first-class forces in the middle-level domain, three of the eight people have broken through the third level of Lingjun, and the remaining five have reached the level of first-level Lingjun."

Compared with Li Ang, the little sect master of the Wild Dragon Sect, their realm is not very high.

Xiao Chen thought.

These eight people must all be the students of the inner courtyard of the Sword Saint Martial Academy, and they may even be the pro-training students led by the major instructors.

in other words.

They represent the strongest names among all the students of the Sword Saint Martial Arts Academy.

Of course.

For Xiao Chen, it was not eye-catching.

Instead, it was the drunk old man who made him a little concerned.

From the point of view of spiritual pressure alone, the realm of the old man is not high, even only the ninth level of Lingjun, but Xiao Chen is not confused by appearances.

The old man suppressed the realm and did not let go of his true strength.

Even the two desolate elders of the Desolate Dragon Sect have the strength of the third level of Lingzong. He has reason to believe that this old man will at least not be lower than the third level of Lingzong.

But he was so sloppy that he was almost in a state of drunkenness. It was really difficult for people to associate him with the strong.

"Please, come back with us!"

"If you don't go, you won't go, and you won't go if you kill me!" The old man shook his head vigorously, turning a deaf ear to the students' pleas.

Xiao Chen shook his head.

I know it has nothing to do with me.

Or find the teleportation formation in Tianhuangyu as soon as possible and go to the Eastern Sky Spiritual Realm.

But just as he took a few steps, he was again attracted by the voice of one of the students.

"I remember, when you left the martial arts academy, you once said that as long as the sword fight wins you, you will promise the winner a condition. If you don't know this promise, do you still count?"

The old man smiled and said: "There is a kind!"

"But even if the old man suppresses the realm to the same level as you, you can't win against the old man. In my opinion, don't embarrass your dean."

"Although there are fewer people on this street, it doesn't mean that there are no more people. In case, if they see it and spread it out, they will laugh at your martial arts students for not showing their true skills."

One of the men holding a purple long sword slowly took a step.

"Zhou Bing, I want to try it!"

"For the sake of the martial arts institute, I will do my best!"

"We were ordered to find the old senior, and we will never go back until we achieve our goal."

The old man sighed.

"Why bother?"

"I just can't get used to your dean, your mentor, and you little dolls who have no qualifications and insist on learning swordsmanship, so it's enough to stay in a boring place like the martial arts academy."

"It's not fun, let's go!"

"Puff, puff!"

At the moment when the old man turned around, the eight students knelt down and bowed their hands, "Senior, please give us a chance!"

The old man hesitated.

A look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Then he turned around.

"Kneeling casually, what a form! The sword is the king of a hundred weapons. It is tough and unbreakable, and it is constantly broken. You are a pile of broken copper and iron, and you can't be called a sword at all!"

"Either way, no matter what, I want to see, what gives you the courage to make you dare to fight swords with this old man!"

talking.

The old man descended the spiritual pressure again, and finally stabilized at the third level of Lingjun.

I saw him condensing the spiritual energy on a finger of his right hand, and said slowly: "I will use this finger to teach you what a sword is!"

The student who claimed to be Zhou Bing seemed to have a solemn expression, but in fact, his heart was full of secret joy.

"Senior, have you really thought about it? Use this finger to fight swords with this junior? My sword is a genuine fifth-grade spiritual weapon!"

"Hoho, so what?" The old man stretched out his hand and stroked his beard, motioning him to come forward: "In addition to using the magic weapon, the old man also allows you to let go of your physique, so as not to say that I bullied you."

"it is good!"

Zhou Bing came out with his sword drawn.

As the spiritual energy was injected into the blade, an astonishing wave emanated from the long sword.

It was a fierce and compelling aura.

"It's so-so, but unfortunately it's a blunt sword that thinks it's sharp."

The old man's voice fell.

Zhou Bing let go of his physique and let his physique energy wrap his body and spiritual tools.

This is a rare opportunity, and he must seize it.

Xiao Chen looked at the two with interest.

Soon there were dozens of spiritual practitioners who were watching the fun.

Although there were not many people, they formed a small circle.

"Isn't that Zhou Bing from the Sword Saint Martial Academy..."

"Hey, there is someone called the Vice-President of Drunk Sword!"

"No, that's not right. As early as five years ago, this vice president left the Sword Saint Martial Academy, so calling him the vice president now doesn't seem to be so accurate."

"What's the situation now? Are the students of the Martial Arts Academy going to challenge the former vice-principal with a sword fight?"

"Zhou Bing has awakened the Fengling sword body, which ranks 37th among the top 100 physiques. It will at least bring him an increase in the realm, not to mention that he is holding a fifth-grade spiritual weapon, which also has a big increase. Just fighting swords like this, wouldn’t it be possible to gain the upper hand at once?”

"I have long heard that the former vice president of the Martial Arts Academy is very good at swords, and is good at a kind of drunken sword. Unfortunately, I didn't see it. I don't know, can I learn something from him today?"

"Do you think it's that easy to learn the sword? It's easy to use the sword as a weapon, but it's very difficult to fully utilize the power of the sword and use the sword as the hand."

The various noisy discussions around him did not affect the old man at all. Instead, Zhou Bing was ready to attack after looking around.

"excuse me!"

"Shh!"

Zhou Bing came with a sword.

The spiritual tool is constantly changing in his hands, and it looks very gorgeous and imposing.

"Your sword is just to dance and make people look good!?" The old man waved his sword and immediately numb Zhou Bing's palm, causing the spiritual weapon to fly out.

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