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"Gu Gu Gu Gu~"
Zeng Yi took the wine gourd and poured a gulp of wine into his mouth. It was like burning his throat, and there were waves of hot and strong feelings in his throat. Sitting on the window sill, her long black hair was slightly messy, her face looked a little weathered, strong alcohol was in her throat, and the look in her eyes was even more sad.
Looking at the streets in the early morning, the vibrant atmosphere was in sharp contrast to my decadent spirit at this time.
"Oh~, why do I always feel like the world is targeting me?" Zeng Yi looked up at the early sun in the sky, his sad eyes were lost in thought, and he sighed.
My freedom, my happiness!
Zeng Yi's escape plan failed. Under the surveillance of a ninety-sixth level soul power super Douluo, Zeng Yi wanted to run away, which was as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Being forced to become a disciple by a titled Douluo, Zeng Yi really didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
If it were anyone else, he might jump with excitement, but for Zeng Yi, being forced...
No matter how you think about it, something is wrong.
There must be some conspiracy in this.
Zeng Yi was even more convinced of this idea, and he was even more convinced that his escape was absolutely correct.
Although these legs are very thick and very comfortable to hold, I have always dreamed of having such a thigh to carry me flying, but now my original wish has inexplicably come true.
However, when I actually got it, there was an inexplicable emptiness, and it was far from being as happy as I imagined.
But now, he still can't run away, this cheap master has been staring at him. However, I don't believe it. You, a Titled Douluo, have been sitting around with nothing to do, staring at me every day? There is always a chance of running away, haha.
Thinking in his mind, Zeng Yi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, making an arc, and silently took a sip of wine to relieve his sorrowful mood.
The door to the room was opened rudely, and a figure ran in fiercely.
"Master! What is Yanque's training program today?" Yanque looked at his master with excitement, and Zeng Yi shouted, his voice full of energy.
Zeng Yi turned around and saw that the poor door was still trembling slightly. Then he looked at his apprentice Xiao Yanque and saw that she was looking at him with excited eyes. Zeng Yi felt helpless.
What did the old man teach you these days when I was away? How could a well-behaved and quiet disciple become like this in just a few days?
"Since you are so energetic, then go for a run around the city." Zeng Yi said lightly, his voice listless.
Yan Que was dumbfounded by these words. The passion in his heart was instantly extinguished by a basin of cold water, and his face turned pale.
A lap around this city would be at least twenty kilometers, and it would still be a run with a heavy load. Running like this, Yan Que felt that he was going to die suddenly on the road.
His master recovered, and Yan Que came to his master's room excitedly early in the morning, asking for training and letting his master see that he had not been lazy in the past few days since he was injured, and had been very diligent.
But this training item is outrageous. Is this something an eight-year-old can do?
Have you made Master unhappy?
Looking at his master's figure, Yan Que couldn't help but wonder.
"Why are you running? Little Queer, don't listen to your master, he will make the decision for you."
At this time, a powerful voice sounded in the room, and then a figure in white appeared, it was Sword Douluo.
"Cut~"
When Zeng Yi saw his cheap master appearing, he couldn't help but curled his lips and whispered. Although the voice was very small, Sword Douluo Chenxin still heard it.
Chen Xin's eyes couldn't help but twitch. This disciple was good at everything, but he was not very friendly to him. He was a titled Douluo. If anyone else dared to do this to him, he would have been slapped away. But this was not possible. His disciple was carrying the hope of the entire kendo.
"I wonder if Yan Que is still young now? Fortunately, you are still a master. Doing such strenuous training will hurt your body. Do you understand?" Chen Xin said very dissatisfied.
Seeing Chen Xin defending himself like this, Yan Que was very moved. He looked at his master for a while, and then looked at his ancestor, but there was a troubled look on his face.
Will this disappoint Master? I should still listen to Master.
Yanque thought to himself. During the days when Zeng Yi was in coma, Chen Xin was very kind to her and taught her how to practice.
Moreover, Chen Xin also told her that he, Sword Douluo, was actually her master, the master of her master Zeng Yi. As for why the two of them were like this, it was because there were some misunderstandings between them, so Zeng Yi left the sect.
In order to make Yanque believe his lies, Chen Xin also made up a tragic story, which made Yanque cry.
Now seeing her master's attitude towards her master, Yan Que was even more convinced of what his master said to her. There was a hint of compassion in her eyes when she looked at her master.
The master must be in pain, but the master did that for the sake of the master, but it resulted in this result. I must find a way to reconcile the two of them.
Yanque's eyes flashed with determination, and he secretly made up his mind.
"I'm just talking casually." Zeng Yi curled his lips and said. However, this Sword Douluo is really too insidious. In order to accept him as his disciple, he actually captured Xiao Yanque while I was unconscious. It is really shameless and he pretends to be a titled Douluo. I look down on you.
Seeing Chen Xin's doting on his apprentice Yan Que, Zeng Yi complained bitterly in his heart.
"Little Que'er, you don't need to practice today. Master will take you to a place."
"Grandpa Master, where are we going?" Yanque asked with a happy face after hearing that there was no need for training.
"Haha, you'll know when it comes." Chen Xin smiled faintly, a little mysteriously.
"Xiao Yi, let's go with our master." Chen Xin glanced at Zeng Yi and said lightly, with a hint of oppression in his tone.
Xiaoyi, are we so familiar?
This made Zeng Yi roll his eyes.
Isn't it just relying on your own strength to oppress me? You old man can do it now. I will make you look good in the future.
Zeng Yi looked at Chen Xin's back and thought bitterly, then shook his head helplessly and followed with Xiao Ju.
The three people and one beast quickly walked out of the city gate and came to a wilderness.
Sword Dou Luo Chenxin stretched out his right hand and opened his palm. A light appeared in his palm, and the Seven Kills Sword of Wuhun instantly appeared in his hand. The messy sword intent and the killing intent of the Seven Kills Sword itself made the surrounding space a bit colder. .
The Seven Kills Sword was pulled by Chen Xin's soul power to float in the air. Then the light shone brightly, and the Seven Kills Sword turned into a huge sword, floating in the air.
Looking at this huge Seven Kills Sword, Zeng Yi was a little dumbfounded. This martial soul can also become huge with soul power? Then can I hold a forty-meter long knife in the future and let the enemy run thirty-nine meters first?
Chen Xin glanced at Zeng Yi and Yan Que, and saw that both of them were shocked by his own methods, and nodded with satisfaction.
He jumped up, stood on the sword, and said calmly to the two people who were still in shock: "Come up."
"Oh, okay, Master Grandpa."
This huge Seven Kills Sword was only about two meters high from the ground. Yan Que could easily jump on it, and then Zeng Yi also jumped on the sword.
"Stand still, hahaha." Seeing the two of them standing still, Chen Xin laughed loudly, and then with a thought, the Seven Killing Sword soared into the sky and flew towards the sky.
Above the sky, a huge long sword cut through the clouds and passed quickly, followed by a long tail of gas.
The white clouds, the pure sky, the commanding feeling of flying, and the constant whistling of the wind in her ears shocked Yan Que. The scenery above the sky was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen in her life.
"Master Grandpa, you are so amazing!" Yan Que exclaimed with admiration, feeling extremely excited at this moment.
Being praised by his disciple, Chen Xin was in a good mood. He laughed loudly and said proudly: "Hahaha, that's right, your master and I are a powerful titled Douluo, and my abilities are beyond what you can imagine, little Que'er."
Especially for Titled Douluo, these four words were emphasized very heavily, as if they were said specifically to Zeng Yi.
Yan Que looked at Chen Xin expectantly and asked, "Will Yan Que be able to cultivate to this level in the future?"
"Of course, little Que'er, your talent is very strong. As long as you practice hard, you will definitely reach the master's level in the future." Chen Xin said with a smile. His heart is not just to comfort Yan Que. Yan Que's talent can be said to be only higher than his, not lower than his. As long as he can grow up, he can definitely become a titled Douluo.
"How about it, do you want to learn the art of sword control from your master?" Chen Xin looked at Zeng Yi with a proud look on his face and asked.
Are you shocked by me now? Do you really want to learn such a handsome swordsmanship? Please beg me!
Seeing Zeng Yi's face looking a little shocked, Chen Xin put his hands behind his back and was extremely proud.
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