Martial Gods

It seems that there is no gorgeous or delicate finger sword, but it has achieved its intended purpose.

If the old man doesn't stop, then he can kill Zhou Bing, instead of flying his spiritual weapon!

Everyone present was stunned, and couldn't help shrinking their necks and gasping for air.

It only takes an instant to decide the winner!

That's it, what else do they want to learn from the old man?

I dare not do this in my dreams!

Zhou Bing looked at the empty hands, dumbfounded.

"You can't even keep your own sword, little baby, you are a piece of scrap iron!"

The word scrap iron is especially harsh.

But Zhou Bing didn't dare to say anything.

Just clenched fists.

Hate yourself for not being able to live up to your expectations.

Several other students stepped forward one after another, or patted Zhou Bing on the shoulder, or gave him a look of doing his best.

The other party is not an ordinary person after all.

It was the former vice president of the martial arts institute, a terrifying existence known as the drunken sword.

Losing to him is not a shame.

"Senior, it's me... I lost..."

"As senior said, I don't know what a sword is at all."

"But if possible, the junior still hopes to change the title of the senior to the vice president."

The old man flicked lightly, scattered the aura lightsaber on his fingers, and said with a laugh: "Don't follow me, you have to admit defeat if you lose. Now, I don't want to hear your voices anymore."

Zhou Bing still wanted to say something.

But under the dissuasion of several other students, he finally chose to give up.

Although he failed to complete the tasks issued by the dean and the instructor of the martial arts institute, if he continued to entangle him, it would be more than just letting go of the spiritual tool.

The old man walked forward swayingly.

Zhou Bing and the other eight were stuck on the spot, and their mood was extremely complicated.

Xiao Chen saw this.

He turned around expressionlessly.

Going to the direction of the teleportation array.

The old man suddenly stopped.

There was an inconspicuous look on his face.

murmured.

"What a strong 'meaning'!"

"What a sharp 'sword'!"

As if attracted, the old man turned around, a pair of capable old eyes, shuttled through the crowd and glanced.

at last.

His eyes were locked on Xiao Chen who was walking slowly.

"This kid?"

"It shouldn't be, how can you have such a strong 'will' at such a young age!? How many times of life and death, how many times of tempering, can you create the breath!"

"I have been wandering in the Heavenly Desolation Domain for the past few years. Every time I go to a place, I can feel a different "meaning". Unfortunately, most of the spiritual practices are "broken copper and iron."

"But this kid is completely different. It's a 'sword' that has really been tempered! Even the masters of certain forces are not as strong as this kid's 'intention'!"

The old man was in a trance, Xiao Chen had walked a long distance.

And his sudden action made Zhou Bingba think that the old man was going to change his mind.

Just as he was about to say something, the old man's voice came first.

"That little doll, wait!"

Hearing this, Zhou Bing and the surrounding spectators became strange.

Because as far as his eyes can reach, he is not a student of the martial arts school at all.

Xiao Chen's footsteps suddenly jolted and stopped.

The old man's voice, under the slight vibration of the spiritual energy, was very targeted, Xiao Chen could totally perceive it, and he was the person he was talking to.

As Xiao Chen turned around.

The students of the Martial Arts Academy, as well as all the spectators present, also turned their attention.

or strange.

or accident.

or surprised.

Not sure why.

Xiao Chen paused and said: "Is this senior calling me?"

The old man nodded and walked towards him swayingly: "Yes, that's right, it's you!"

Although the strength of the old man was amazing, Xiao Chen had nothing to fear.

"Is something wrong, senior?"

The old man stopped about ten feet away from Xiao Chen.

His eyes kept looking at him.

"Little baby, are you not from the Heavenly Wasteland?"

Xiao Chen nodded: "It's from Cangxuanyu."

"Oh? What's your name?"

"It's just a nameless loose cultivator, Xiao Chen."

The old man muttered his name again.

Immediately said.

"I really haven't heard of it, and, you said you are a loose cultivator?"

"Exactly."

"It's amazing, it's amazing, a loose cultivator can break through the Spiritual Sovereign Realm at this age? If there is a formal teaching and teaching, your progress will not stop there!"

Hear this.

All spiritual practitioners, including Xiao Chen, couldn't help but be stunned.

Everyone has their own ideas.

What Xiao Chen thought in his heart was that he had already restrained his spiritual pressure, and the old man could see at a glance that he had broken through the Spiritual Sovereign Realm. His eyesight was really no trivial matter!

What other people think is, this kid really broke through Lingjun? how could it be possible! At his age, he can break through the fifth level of spiritual masters, right?

"Little doll, how about comparing swords with me?"

boom!

The old man said these words.

The hearts of Zhou Bing and several other martial arts students exploded!

Did they hear it right?

The former vice president of the Wuyuan Academy actually wanted to fight a sword with a little-known boy? And still ask for it! ?

Just now, Zhou Bing wanted to fight with him, and even half-kneeled in front of the public, he just asked for a chance.

Xiao Chen why?

There were at least dozens of spiritual practitioners talking about it, most of which revolved around Xiao Chen's strength and why the old man fought swords with him.

but.

Xiao Chen looked at the old man with expectant eyes.

But he refused.

"Junior is not good at using swords."

"So don't waste your senior's time."

"Farewell."

The old man said without giving up: "I'm not good at using swords, so I'm good at other spiritual tools, right?"

Xiao Chen fell silent.

He already knew a little about the old man's obsession with swords, to a level he couldn't imagine.

So Tao.

"Junior has used a gun several times!"

"A gun? It's a pity, it's obviously a piece of material for a sword, but I actually played with a gun..." The old man squinted his eyes slightly, thinking so.

"The gun is not bad, but there is always something in common between the gun and the sword. All weapons are inseparable from this sect. Anyway, they are made for only one purpose, which is to assist oneself to kill the opponent!"

"Little baby, play with the old man!"

"The old man is not malicious, but I really want to try your knowledge of swords!"

Hearing that he still wanted to fight swords with himself.

Xiao Chen sighed helplessly.

"Junior has no sword."

"I have it!" The old man laughed, took a fifth-grade spiritual weapon from the Qiankun Ring with his backhand, and shot it at Xiao Chen.

He quickly caught it.

I'm afraid that I can't find a suitable reason to refuse this time.

"Okay then, let's play with the senior once, but the junior only has the strength of the first-level Lingjun." Xiao Chen deliberately concealed.

The old man smiled.

Without saying anything, he said: "Then I will suppress the spiritual pressure and lower it to the first level of Lingjun."

"Similarly, like Zhou Bing, you can use your own physique to increase your strength!"

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