Seeing that Xiao Chu was not getting along well, the ruthless bandit changed his playful smile, and his words were full of threats: "Junior sister, to tell you the truth, senior brother is ninety-nine this year, no matter what, he can't break the rules. After the competition in half a month, I will I’m leaving, so I’m determined to eat you tonight.”
"Tangshan Xiao Yan, you two go out and guard, don't let anyone in."
The two Wanjian Sect disciples smiled knowingly and exited the gate.
"Junior sister Xiao, let me see how much your swordsmanship has improved compared to last year!" The gangster pulled out a pair of daggers from his waist and shouted loudly. His figure disappeared in an instant. The large bluestone slab under his feet cracked. In an instant, the small courtyard was filled with dust. Flying.
Xiao Chu's sword was knocked several feet away before it was even unsheathed.
The gangster deliberately used his force every time he attacked. The moves were not fatal, but more pieces of fabric were left on the ground with each strike of the sword.
This is a game where hunters play with their prey to satisfy their hobby.
Soon, a large area of Xiao Chu's upper body was exposed, and through the holes in his top, he could see that he was wearing a blue and white coat underneath.
"Pooh!"
Xiao Chu struggled to get up against the outer wall of the warehouse and spat out blood. He raised his sword and wiped it at his neck with his heart crossed and his eyes closed. He would rather die than be humiliated.
"I've always been a compassionate person. Wouldn't it be a pity that a little beauty like Junior Sister dies?"
The ruthless bandit appeared behind Xiao Chu and grabbed the edge of the sword. His spiritual energy wrapped his palm to prevent cuts, and he grabbed his chest with his other hand.
Just when he was about to succeed, Xiao Chu's body was suddenly enveloped by a layer of spiritual energy. The gangster was thrown away and spun around in the air for several times before he could stabilize his body.
Meng De and Hongying arrived at a certain point.
"Golden elixir realm?" Meng De was horrified that a golden elixir realm was just a registered disciple.
The current leader of the Wanjian Sect is only at the Nascent Soul Realm, but now he actually has a registered disciple at the second level of the Golden Core Realm. It's so abnormal.
The ruthless bandit looked around cautiously and said loudly: "I wonder if any fellow Taoist would like to come out and meet me."
Meng De ignored him, and the yin and yang fish pattern appeared again on the bronze mirror in his hand. This time, the yang fish wrote on the fingertips that he was married to a husband he had never met, and the yin fish said the strong man in the ring.
Although he didn't know what the strong man in the ring meant, he gave Hongying a very kind smile. How could he dare to choose a husband? His fingers decisively pressed on the strong man in the ring.
[Separate a ray of soul and leave the rest to me. 】
The incomplete soul has a great impact on the monks and is extremely difficult to repair. If the separated soul encounters something unexpected, the monk's body will also suffer backlash.
Meng De was a little hesitant, but out of trust in the bronze mirror, he still separated a ray of soul.
Mengde felt a little dizzy after his soul left his body, and then he sensed a clone-like existence.
The gangster had not seen his attacker for a long time and did not dare to act rashly. He called his two younger brothers and left in a hurry. He had lived a very comfortable life and could not afford to die for a woman.
Xiao Chu took out a new set of clothes from the storage ring and simply put them on.
"I don't know which senior helped me. I'm very grateful to the young lady and asked to come out to see him."
"Girl, what year is this?" The source of the voice was actually the storage ring Xiao Chu was wearing on his hand.
After the words fell, a ghost figure emerged from the ring and came face to face with Xiao Chu, just like Meng De's.
Xiao Chu named the current year and boldly asked, "Senior, who are you and why are you in my storage ring?"
Not far away, Meng De controlled his soul body and read out the lines on the bronze mirror.
"It's not convenient for me to tell you my identity. You only need to know that I was once the top being on this continent. Thousands of years ago, when I was going through a tribulation and ascending to the immortal world, I was plotted by a Taoist companion to eliminate my life and death, leaving only a trace of my remaining soul hidden. This is all for the sake of revenge one day.
Girl, are you willing to become your teacher? "
Xiao Chu knew that his biggest dilemma at present was that he had no one to guide him in his practice.
The soul body in front of me is just a ray of remnant soul, and it can defeat the fierce bandits in the Golden Core Realm. It is extremely powerful. If you worship him as your teacher and get his guidance, your cultivation speed will definitely increase, and it will not harm you at all.
"Disciple, pay homage to Master!"
Xiao Chu knelt decisively. The opportunity waited for no one and she didn't want to miss it.
In this world where the strong are respected, it is never a shameful thing to kneel down and worship the strong. Many people are not qualified to kneel down to worship.
Meng Deshuang pointed at the center of Xiao Chu's eyebrows, a gentle force nourished her soul, and a complete sword technique appeared in the latter's mind.
This sword technique was taught to Xiao Chu by Meng De through his soul clone. It was created by him and has nothing to do with Taixuan Sect. It is a grave sin to teach the sect's martial arts skills privately.
"Just forget about those skills that are not popular on the stage. This sword technique is a greeting gift from my master. You need to study it and understand it."
Xiao Chu recited the sword formula in his mind, and his eyes changed several times. Just because his talent was not good didn't mean he couldn't see good things.
It's easy to tell which one is higher and which one is lower when the water flows straight down three thousand feet and the water of the waterfall flows continuously.
The registered disciples of the Wanjian Sect can only obtain a few yellow-level techniques. Meng De's own creation is not to mention the heaven-level, but at least the earth-level is low-level.
Under Meng De's guidance day and night, Xiao Chu made rapid progress.
Hong Ying couldn't help but praise: "This little girl is not very talented, but she has a tenacity that ordinary people don't have. She is a good talent in martial arts."
Half a month passed in a hurry, and Xiao Chu understood the first level of sword fighting. She was sure to defeat any named disciple except the ruthless bandit.
In the past half month, Meng De has been in dire straits. No matter whether it is words or body movements, as long as he shows a little intimacy, Hong Ying will quit on the spot.
"To think that I, a monk who has perfected the Golden Elixir Realm, now have to live a life of eating wolfberry for food, alas." Meng De looked at the more than ten bowls of freshly brewed soup in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh, this life is really hard.
"Your cute little apprentice is going to participate in the Wanjian Sect's registered disciple competition. As a master, don't you go and see it?" Hong Ying said sourly.
"Her promotion to an outer sect disciple is already a certainty. We already know the outcome, so why bother looking at it any longer? It's better to spend more time with my wife."
"I would like to take a look. I'm afraid I will be punched with a hundred transparent holes as soon as I step out of this door." Meng De never dared to say these words, so he could only complain in his heart.
The competition was held at the Big Stone Square in the center of Qingshan Town. In addition to the participating disciples, there were also many townspeople watching. The outer disciples would often come here to bet on who would be the leader. This was always the case in previous years, but this year, everyone The bet is on who will come second.
The strength of the gangster is obvious to all. He participated in the competition and became the leader over anyone else.
The gangsters had approached Xiao Chu several times in the past half month. Every time he approached the small courtyard, he could feel that he was being targeted, but he never found an opportunity to strike.
He bribed the referee and the outer disciple who was responsible for drawing lots.
Xiao Chu will definitely draw the weakest disciple and then advance all the way.
His father was a strong man in the Nascent Soul Realm. When he arrived at the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Xiao Chu was not at his mercy. The mysterious master was not much stronger than him, so he would never dare to enter the Ten Thousand Swords Sect rashly.
"Junior sister Xiao, you can't escape from my grasp."
