Martial Gods

"Good boy!"

Drunk Sword whispered strangely.

"This kid must have suppressed the realm! His physical strength is far beyond the scope of the first-level Lingjun. No, it is even possible that even the general fifth-level, sixth-level, and even seventh-level are not as good as him!"

Drunken Sword saw through it but didn't say it, but was shocked by the force of Xiao Chen's sword.

"Hohohoho, but, if I want to lose to a little baby here, wouldn't I be ridiculed?" Zuijian muttered in his heart, and pointed at the magic weapon in Xiao Chen's hand.

A few more rounds.

Xiao Chen clearly felt it.

The old man's offensive became more severe.

Although it wasn't gorgeous, it made him respond urgently every time at a critical moment. The attack was obviously the body of the sword, but at the last moment it would suddenly change its position, which caught him off guard.

The attire on Xiao Chen's arm was torn.

Take a few steps back.

this time.

It was Xiao Chen's turn to let out a loud cry!

"The old senior's attack seems fierce and fierce, but he keeps his hands and stops them all the time. Otherwise, it's not my clothes that are torn, but my periosteum!"

Xiao Chen already understood the gap between himself and the old man.

If it is a life-and-death battle under the same realm, it is impossible to be the opponent of the drunk sword.

Because he had already dealt with it wholeheartedly, although he tore the finger sword once and forced the drunk sword back once, it was still far from touching him with the sword.

Therefore, it is even more impossible to cut his clothes easily like Drunk Sword.

Think of this.

Xiao Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

Put away the posture, slightly bowed to the drunk sword.

Be polite.

"Junior lost, it was a mess."

Everyone did not understand Xiao Chen's sudden words and deeds.

He and Zuijian have their own contacts, how could he have lost a mess?

"Little baby, are you too modest?"

"Let's talk about it, how did you lose so badly?"

Xiao Chen returned the sword to the old man and said with a faint smile.

"I have tried my best, but I can't touch the slightest trace of my predecessors."

"And I just heard that the seniors gave the nickname Drunk Sword, but I didn't feel the real meaning of 'Drunken Sword', so I thought, if the seniors showed their true skills, then I probably wouldn't be able to get out of a round."

The old man stroked his beard.

If you look at him deeply.

at the same time.

Zhou Bing snorted lightly with a displeased face.

Several martial arts students standing behind him also curled their lips, showing their displeased expressions.

I have fought with the drunk sword for hundreds of rounds, and I dare to say that if the drunk sword shows his true skills, he may not be able to get out in one round. How can this sentence sound so harsh! ?

It is also the case that the drunk sword did not show his true skills.

Zhou Bing is the real one who didn't go out in a round!

As he said.

If the drunk sword comes out with real skills to deal with it.

Isn't Zhou Bing not even qualified to fight with Drunk Sword for half a round, no?

"That Xiao Chen, who seems humble, is actually arrogant!"

"Why do I listen to and listen to it, it all means to humiliate Brother Zhou Bing?"

"It's not just humiliating Brother Zhou Bing, he is clearly humiliating all of us, including the mentor and dean of the Sword Saint Martial Academy!"

Hearing the harsh voices of the students coming and going behind him, Zhou Bing slowly clenched his fists.

The look in Xiao Chen's eyes became even more unkind.

And Xiao Chen.

Say goodbye to the drunk sword.

Because he has more important things to do.

"and many more!"

The drunk sword stopped him again.

"Little baby, you said you were a loose cultivator?"

"Yes."

Zuijian's eyes flashed, and he asked expectantly, "Are you interested in learning the sword with me?"

Gah!

quack!

There was a sigh of relief all around.

Especially the students of the martial arts academy, including Zhou Bing, all stared like copper bells.

Did they hear it right?

Drunken Sword can also say something like making people learn swords with him! ?

To know.

Even when Zuijian was the vice president of the Wuyuan Academy, he didn't personally teach the students any kind of swordsmanship, because he didn't pay any attention to the students who didn't have talent.

Even a few martial arts instructors wanted to ask him some kendo questions, but they were all rejected by Drunk Sword one by one.

at the moment.

However, he took the initiative to teach Xiao Chen how to practice swordsmanship, which was simply unacceptable.

Of course.

Xiao Chen's next words made Zhou Bing almost vomit blood!

"No, the junior thanks the senior for his kindness, but I still have more important things to do, and I don't have a sword-type spiritual weapon in my hand, so it's really hard to separate my mind."

Drunk Sword's eyes dimmed slightly.

It seems to be a pity.

After a long silence.

He just nodded: "Well, everyone has their own ambitions, and I can't force it, but little baby, it's fate that you and I meet each other. I have a gift in my hand that I haven't been able to send. How about giving it to you?"

boom!

Zhou Bing's mind completely exploded.

The surrounding spiritual practitioners also coveted.

The gift of the drunk sword!

That's something that many people can't even dream of!

It's actually cheap for this kid who only has one side!

"Senior, it's absolutely impossible!" Zhou Bing and the students of the martial arts academy shouted loudly, wishing that he would get down on his knees on the spot to dissuade Drunk Sword and stop such 'dangerous' thoughts.

"If you want to give something to this old man, you can give it to anyone. Do you still have any opinions?"

Zhou Bingdao: "Senior, we all know what your big gift is. Even our dean didn't get it from you, so why give it to an outsider?"

Drunk Sword laughed.

"The old man has always been alone. For me, he is an outsider."

"Giving something to someone who is worthy of it will not disgrace its reputation. If you dolls have the same "meaning" as him, they will naturally belong to you, but it's a pity..."

"Senior, I don't agree, what can that Xiao Chen mean?"

Drunk Sword said lightly.

"This intention is not a fighting intention, nor a sword intention, but an intention that is above the two intentions, a kind of invaluable will!"

"If you can't understand it, it just means that there is still a long distance from him. Naturally, there is also a long distance from that kind of strong and unyielding will."

Zhou Bing was extremely angry.

The old thing is talking nonsense again!

Talk about something you don't understand at all!

Zhou Binggang wanted to say something.

Xiao Chen's voice came faintly: "Junior thanked Senior for his kindness, but I'm afraid I can't bear it, so I should ask Senior to leave it to someone more suitable."

"Farewell."

The drunken sword was wrapped in aura and passed into Xiao Chen's ears in a way that no one else could hear: "Little baby, are you sure you don't want it? That's the eight-star sword-style martial art left by the strong earth emperor!"

Eight stars! ?

Or sword-style martial arts! ?

"I have always been looking for someone who is suitable for practicing it. Now I have found a martial skill that even the old man can't cultivate. I think you can definitely be in the future!"

Eight stars, enough to make Xiao Chen moved.

Can.

Those who are really suitable for practicing sword techniques and sword-style martial arts naturally have awakened the spiritual cultivation of the sword body, and they are not the best candidates.

But he thought of someone!

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