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"I think you have good talent in swordsmanship and want to accept you as my disciple. What do you think?"
Sword Dou Luo Chenxin stood with his back to Zeng Yi and said lightly.
The breeze blew slowly from outside the window. Sword Douluo's white robe and long white hair were blowing in the wind, and his temperament was ethereal, giving people a feeling of immortality.
Come on, say yes! Kneel down quickly and call me Master.
The corners of Chen Xin's mouth were slightly raised, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
He, Chen Xin, cultivates as a titled Douluo, and is known as Chen Xin of Sword Dao. He is the person with the highest cultivation level of Sword Dao in Douluo Continent.
Because everyone who was stronger than him was dead, such as Chen Xin's father and his grandfather.
However, if a person like him, a titled Douluo who stands at the pinnacle of soul master achievements, wants to accept a disciple, if a young man hears such words, he will probably become excited and incoherent, and he will kneel down and become a disciple on the spot.
I believe that this young man is no exception.
"No." Zeng Yi's faint voice came from behind.
"Very good, master...what did you say?"
When the voice sounded, Chen Xin thought that Zeng Yi had agreed, and his face was very happy. But when he heard it clearly, his body staggered and he was instantly dumbfounded.
Did I hear that right? A Titled Douluo, or a top Titled Douluo, taking you as a disciple, a little soul master, shouldn't he be so excited that he bursts into tears? reject? Who gave you the courage to say no?
Chen Xin couldn't believe his ears.
"Sorry! Senior, I think we may not be suitable." Zeng Yi said clearly that he did not want to be his Sword Douluo's apprentice.
Although it is a good choice to have a titled Douluo as your disciple, and Sword Douluo is a strong one among the titled Douluo. Just like his title, his sword skills can reach the gods. Zeng Yi is the best to be able to worship him as his disciple. Good choice.
However, Zeng Yi is not stupid. How could you be so happy that you want to accept me as your disciple?
He suddenly came and beat me half to death, and then accepted me as his disciple. Before combining what happened before, he pretended to be a member of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, and then was hunted down by the Wuhun Palace, and then was approached by Sword Douluo. , no matter what you think, the things behind this are definitely not that simple.
Zeng Yi felt that there must be some conspiracy involved.
If the previous series of things hadn't happened, Zeng Yi might have agreed, but now, he always felt like there was a conspiracy surrounding him.
You know, Sword Douluo is a member of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect! Once you join, you will have to stand on the opposite side of Wuhun Palace in the future and fall into an endless whirlpool.
It's not that Zeng Yi is afraid of the Wuhun Palace. How can I put it? It just feels like it's very troublesome. He has no ongoing grudge against Wuhun Palace, so there is no need to waste his energy by confronting Wuhun Palace.
He is just a wanderer, and he doesn't want to leave too many bonds, because he will leave this world sooner or later, and having too many emotions will only bring sadness.
As for the war between the protagonist group and Wuhun Palace in the later stage of Douluo, Zeng Yi did not intend to intervene. He just watched silently and it was none of his business.
Zeng Yike doesn't have any feelings for the protagonist in the plot, so he wants to be a good brother with the protagonist, or he is like a sand sculpture time traveler in something, and wants to have a harem as soon as he comes. Zeng Yi just wanted to practice quietly to level 100, then leave this world and find his way home.
In this world, there are not many things worthy of Zeng Yi's nostalgia. The parents in this world left only fragmented memories for Zeng Yi. The rest are basically lonely and sad. But the original world, the earth, and the twenty years of memories there cannot be forgotten easily.
Maybe they don't remember it anymore, but I have to at least go back and take a look.
As for cultivating to level 100, Zeng Yi plans to take his time and practice while wandering around and seeing the scenery of this world. In this way, my trip to this world is not in vain. Maybe, this kind of experience in the human world will help me break through and become a god in the future?
As for the requirements of the Shabi system, Zeng Yicai didn't bother to care. Leave yourself behind and run away to play, and then let yourself cultivate to become a god, and then leave together. What if I leave you? How fast can I practice alone? Can it be like taking down a systematic boss, doing a task, just clicking on it, and leveling up? Are you kidding me?
No, I also want to travel happily and practice happily. When the system comes back and you haven't reached level 100 yet, you should push yourself hard.
Anyway, Zeng Yi knew that if he didn't become a god, he wouldn't be able to leave this system, so he panicked.
"Why? Do you think I am not qualified to be your master?" Chen Xin grabbed Zeng Yi's shoulders and asked sternly, his fierce momentum making the temperature of the whole room feel a bit colder.
If it had been anyone else, he would have ignored all of his thoughts. I, a titled Douluo, the most accomplished swordsman in the entire continent, would accept someone as my disciple. How dare I refuse?
But, this person can’t do it! Chen Xin must accept this person as his disciple, not to mention Wuhun Palace. With his talent in swordsmanship, Chen Xin must also accept this person as his disciple and pass on all his sword skills to him.
Chen Xin's lifelong wish was to see the man standing on the top of the continent, a swordsman. He could not realize it himself, but in this young man, he saw hope.
Even if it is forced, he must accept Zeng Yi as his disciple, teach him the way of swordsmanship, and make him the number one.
In this Douluo Continent, I have been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for too long!
The strength of Chen Xin's hand made Zeng Yi's shoulder hurt, and he quickly said: "No, senior, you are qualified. It is a great honor for this junior to be able to be a disciple of such a powerful titled Douluo, but... ..."
A bitter look appeared on Zeng Yi's face.
"But what?" Chen Xin let go of his hand and asked.
Zeng Yi rubbed his shoulders, then took out a token from the space ring and said, "Senior, I'm really sorry, because I have already joined the Wuhun Palace and am a member of the Wuhun Palace, and you are a member of the Qibao Glazed Sect. I don’t want to be a traitor who betrays the sect. Now that I have joined Wuhun Hall, I will be a member of Wuhun Hall for the rest of my life.”
Zeng Yi said with a serious face, the token in his hand was the Wuhun Palace token, which he got from killing the Soul King of the Wuhun Palace.
Believe it or not, you, Sword Douluo, won’t force it, right? How could a dignified and titled Douluo still have the nerve to snatch a disciple from another force?
Zeng Yi was secretly happy, he was still very smart.
After listening to Zeng Yi's words, Chen Xin didn't expect that since this person was like this, he looked at Zeng Yi with a very strange look.
Do you think I'm stupid? If you are from Wuhun Palace? Wuhun Palace still proposes marriage to my Qibao Glazed Sect? Did you also say this to the people in Wuhun Palace at that time?
"Boy, do you really think I'm stupid?" Chen Xin said in a deep voice with a very ugly face.
This made Zeng Yi feel a little flustered. Could this lie have been discovered?
"No, this junior is really from Wuhun Palace." Zeng Yi continued to quibble with a sense of luck.
"Hmph, even if you are from Wuhun Hall, starting from today, you are also my Sword Douluo's disciple." Chen Xin snorted coldly, and a trace of a titled Douluo level aura came out, which made Xiaoju tremble in Zeng Yi's arms. , and Zeng Yi was also frightened.
"Haha...Senior, isn't this bad..."
Bang~
There was a distant sound of the door opening, and a small figure hurried into the room.
"Grandpa Master, how is my master?"
Seeing his apprentice Xiao Yanque calling Sword Douluo this way, Zeng Yi felt a black streak in his head.
Your master, I haven’t agreed to accept this person as my disciple yet. Why do you, a little girl, call me so close to my master and grandpa? This makes me, master, very embarrassed! Little talker.
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At night, Zeng Yi was alone in the room, quietly stood up from the bed, tidied up, and left a small note on the table.
When Xiao Ju saw her master's appearance, she was about to scream, but Zeng Yi held her mouth shut, and then made a silent gesture.
Put Xiaoju into his clothes, and then walk to the window softly.
That's right, Zeng Yi planned to escape now. He had a strong feeling that following this Sword Douluo would bring bad luck. As for his disciple, Xiao Yanque, let her follow that Sword Douluo first. Zeng Yi saw that Sword Douluo was very kind to Yan Que, as if he treated Yan Que as his granddaughter, and Zeng Yi felt relieved.
Moreover, it is a good choice for Yanque to join the Qibao Glazed Sect. At least it is better than wandering around on her own, and she will have many friends to play with. In this way, her life will be more perfect.
Goodbye, Xiao Yanque. When Master becomes stronger, he will definitely go to the Qibao Glazed Sect to see you.
Zeng Yi promised in his heart, and then his figure flashed and disappeared into the room.
Under the moonlight, a figure kept flickering on the roof. It was Zeng Yi who was escaping.
Step forward and chop, step forward and chop, step forward and chop...
Goodbye, Sword Douluo, ah ah ah ah
But not long after he was happy, Zeng Yi's body suddenly stopped, with a bitter look on his face.
In front of him, there was a figure standing on the roof. Under the bright moonlight, this person could be seen clearly. He was wearing a white robe, and his white hair was gently fluttering in the night wind.
"My good disciple, it's so late, where are you going?"
"Hehe...I, I'll come out and enjoy some fresh air, hehehe."
Looking at Sword Douluo in front of him, Zeng Yi's mouth twitched.
"It just so happens that my teacher also likes to stand under the moonlight and blow in the wind."
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