"The sword technique you just performed...could it be the sword technique passed down by the legendary sword god, Gui Hai Nian Yida?"
Qin Chuan's eyes flashed: "You actually know?"
"Of course! This is the inheritance of the Sword God!"
As he said that, under Qin Chuan's unexpected gaze, Old Man Zhou knelt down directly.
"I lost, and I am convinced that I lost. Please ask Mr. Qin to accept me as his disciple!"
ah?
This result was unexpected by Qin Chuan.
This old boy actually wants to become my disciple?
Just because of the sword technique he used just now?
"Please also ask Mr. Zhou to fulfill the old man's wish, and the old man will serve Mr. Qin in front of the horse and behind the horse!"
Qin Chuan frowned: "But I killed so many people in your Zhou family, even your grandson."
"They offended Mr. Qin and deserve to be killed! As for that brat Zhou Longyang, he is not of the blood of our old Zhou family in the first place!"
Qin Chuan looked at Old Man Zhou carefully and found that this old boy didn't seem to be joking with him.
Moreover, this guy seems to be the kind of person who is obsessed with cultivation. He may not care so much about feelings.
What's more, this old boy didn't use any dirty tricks when fighting him, and he seemed convinced after losing.
It actually made Qin Chuan's impression of him change.
"I can accept you as my disciple, but you have to agree to one condition."
Old man Zhou nodded repeatedly: "Master Qin, you don't have to say anything, that thing is indeed with me, and I am willing to offer it with both hands!"
Although that thing is very powerful, it made me a master in the Lingxu realm.
But for Old Man Zhou, it was an external force after all, and what really attracted him were those exquisite moves!
Guihai's recitation of a sword was also applicable to swordsmanship, and he believed that Qin Chuan must still have some reservations.
There are not many opportunities like this.
So without saying a word, he knelt down and worshiped again.
This scene made Long Qingyang dumbfounded, and Zhou Yuanshan at the foot of the mountain also looked dull.
"What's going on? Why did your father suddenly kneel down to Qin Chuan?"
Gaotie Xiong didn't expect things to turn out like this. He was stunned as he watched this scene.
Zhou Yuanshan shook his head, not understanding what happened to his father suddenly.
While Zhou Yuanshan was stunned, the expression of the high-speed rail bear beside him suddenly became strange.
Secretly sent a message.
…
At this time, Qin Chuan had agreed to accept old man Zhou as his disciple.
"My real name is Zhou Xian, and I have met my master!"
Zhou Xian was convinced by Qin Chuan.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, Qin Chuan did not appear so strong.
Only Zhou Xian, who had actually fought Qin Chuan face to face, understood how big the gap between himself and Qin Chuan was.
"I accept you as my disciple, but for the time being I can only be a registered disciple. When the test time is over, I will officially accept you as my disciple."
"yes!"
Qin Chuan smiled slightly, waved his hand, and a bottle of elixir fell in front of Mr. Zhou.
"This is a small elixir for healing wounds. Take it and eat it."
Mr. Zhou didn't take it to heart at first, but when he opened the medicine bottle, the strong medicinal power made his body tremble.
Even before I took the medicine, my physical discomfort had completely disappeared.
"This... this is... this is a heaven-level elixir!"
Pills also have grades, divided into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Xuanhuang.
In Mr. Zhou's opinion, Tianpin is already at the ceiling level.
If this was placed outside, it would probably be snatched away by those martial arts idiots!
A truly priceless treasure.
I was so seriously injured that I was able to recover just by taking a sip of the medicinal energy released by the elixir. What would it be like if I ate it!
He was really reluctant to eat it!
Thinking of this, Mr. Zhou carefully put the elixir into his arms.
Qin Chuan frowned slightly: "I will give you ammunition stones to eat and use them to heal your wounds. Do you want to get rid of the root of the disease?"
Mr. Zhou smiled bitterly and said: "Master, this thing is too precious, I can't bear to eat it. My injury can still be controlled, I just need to adjust my breathing slowly and it will be fine."
Qin Chuan was helpless. Another bottle of pill fell into Mr. Zhou's hand.
This time, there were twenty pieces.
Mr. Zhou was completely stupid.
"Master, this..."
"You can have as many pills as you want like this. Let's do this. I'll write you a list later, and you can prepare the medicinal ingredients for me. I'll leave you thousands of pills before I leave."
"Huh? Thousands? Tens of thousands?"
Mr. Zhou was dumbfounded.
"Master, you...can you still make elixirs?"
Qin Chuan rolled his eyes: "I can make two to three thousand of these ordinary pills in a day."
Two to three thousand!
Heavenly elixir!
Mr. Zhou felt that it was starting to become difficult to breathe.
No wonder they say that an alchemist is a walking bank.
What is the concept of two to three thousand Tianpin elixirs a day?
It is no exaggeration to say that the value of a heaven-grade elixir is almost equal to that of a top-grade spiritual stone!
Converted into low-grade spiritual stones, that’s a full thousand yuan!
With an income of two to three thousand top-grade spiritual stones a day, he is considered a super rich man among cultivators.
At this time, Zhou Xian was completely convinced by Qin Chuan.
This apprenticeship not only did not disappoint Zhou Xian, on the contrary, it gave Zhou Xian hope for the future of the Zhou family!
And he vaguely felt that this was not Qin Chuan's limit.
After all, Qin Chuan didn't even blink when he gave him these pills.
This is just like the elixir worth dozens of top-quality spiritual stones!
If you put it on other cultivators, let alone give it away, they would probably be unwilling to exchange it for something.
"Master, don't worry, I will definitely help you get the medicinal materials!"
"By the way, I have another list here. Please help me keep an eye on it. If you find it in stock, buy it for me no matter how much you spend."
"yes!"
Zhou Xian nodded vigorously.
"Well, let's heal the injury quickly."
This time, Mr. Zhou finally didn't waste any more time. He immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, swallowed a small Huan Dan and started practicing.
While Mr. Zhou was still recovering from his injuries, Long Qingyang came over.
"Mr. Qin, congratulations, you won."
Although there was a smile on his face, Long Qingyang was not happy in his heart.
Although he and Long Yingtian are cousins, their relationship is actually not good.
Although everyone is from the Long family in the Holy City, they are two factions.
Long Qingyang was on the side of the Thunder Dragon King, but Long Yingtian was from the Wind Dragon King's lineage.
On the surface, everyone is a clan and a family, but secretly they are fighting openly and secretly like mortal enemies.
After all, family fighting has always existed since ancient times.
During the Xuanwu Gate Incident, Zhu Di's side as the Qing emperor was almost always fighting among themselves.
Sometimes in the face of huge interests, the so-called family love is just a joke.
Especially for the children who were born into this family, this concept is even more deeply ingrained.
