"Master Yang is so powerful that he has opened the way for the world, which makes us ashamed and yearn for him. Sun brought his dog and bad disciples to come to worship him. Please feel free to teach me."
After Yang Lin announced that he had accepted a disciple, everyone crowded forward excitedly. In the midst of their enthusiasm, they heard an old voice shouting to welcome him.
Immediately, some practitioners shouted in surprise: "Martial God Sun Lutang."
"Is this old man finally unable to sit still?"
"It's him, the master of Xingyi, Tai Chi, and Bagua. He was the best in the world before Master Yang, Mr. Sun, the Tiger-headed Shaobao."
Although Yang Lin's reputation has become higher and higher and his strength has become stronger in recent years, after all, he is only twenty-three or four years old, and the world generally still regards him as a rising star.
It's nothing more than being better than blue.
Logically speaking, he is so strong that he has left the older generation behind, and the reputation of those famous seniors is nothing.
However, in this land, there is something different.
There are always some traditional concepts that are deeply rooted in people's hearts.
For example, the custom of respecting the elderly and loving the young.
It involves a generational issue.
Only when the older generation of martial arts masters appears and recognizes their identity and status can they achieve a supreme status that is unprecedented and unprecedented.
"Master Sun, the Martial God, is here. If you say anything about becoming a disciple, you are really putting off the younger generation. Please come in."
Although Yang Lin no longer needed to be afraid of anyone in this world, he did not want to leave a disrespectful and arrogant image to others. At that moment, he stepped forward with a smile.
Sun Lutang is a tall, bearded old man with a slender face. He looks like an erudite professor in a university without any pretense.
Behind him were seven or eight people, some middle-aged and some young. All of them had bright eyes and steady steps. It was obvious that they had reached a high level of achievement.
These are his disciples and grandsons.
"Master Yang, in front of my face, how can I, Sun, dare to call me a martial artist? It's a joke."
Mr. Sun quickly waved his hands and bowed to the ground in a very formal manner, "As the saying goes, there is no precedence in learning, and masters come first. Today I saw Master Yang's magical powers. I was really amazed. Therefore, I came to ask for advice shamelessly. Please don’t despise Sun for being an old man.”
"Mr. Sun's words are serious. Why don't you ask Master Sun to condescend to be the guest teacher of our Jingwu Sect and teach the disciples together. In our free time on weekdays, we can also discuss the path of martial arts together and make progress together, how about that?"
Yang Lin also returned the favor.
He knew that if he did not exist in this world, the person in front of him would be very famous in future generations. The martial arts passed down by his son and disciples would still be remembered by many people even a hundred years later, when the martial arts ceased to exist. .
This is an amazing person.
It can be regarded as reaching the peak in a certain aspect.
The reason for not being able to break through is due to the world and the times, not because he is really bad.
At a glance, he discovered that this old gentleman was still at the peak of Huajin even though he didn't know how to practice Baodanhuangang. However, his Qi and blood were much stronger than those of ordinary Huajin masters. It's three to five times stronger.
In fact, his energy and blood were even stronger than that of Senior Baji Grandmaster Li Xuwen whom he met earlier.
It proves that this person has practiced well in the way of cultivating his body and mind. As long as he understands the key to further advancement of martial arts, he will definitely make great progress. He may even become the first to step into the third level in the age group of 70 or 80, inspiring The power of heaven and earth.
This is the foundation.
Yang Lin can use the method of initiation to forcibly improve other people's physical training and boxing proficiency, but spiritual practice and understanding of heaven and earth must ultimately be practiced by oneself.
Just like Xiao Mushroom and Uncle Da now.
The little mushroom man is smarter. Although he is not very old, his mental power is pure and his mind has no distracting thoughts. After forcible improvement, his improvement speed is faster than that of Uncle Da.
After decades of hard training, it only took her three years to leapfrog and rush directly to the divine stage. Her whole body was flawless. This was her talent.
Uncle Da, who received the same treatment, had too many things in his mind and had too many prejudices. His bones were not necessarily very good, and his spirit was not very pure. Therefore, he was stuck at the peak of the Gang Realm and never stepped out of that state. step.
If you want to break through that bottleneck, I'm afraid you have to go through a long period of training, rely on time to settle, and accumulate a solid foundation before you can break through.
Even at the peak of his strength, he was not as good as Huo Yuanjia, Chen Zhen, Li Tongyun, and Ye Wen, among other martial arts masters he had trained himself.
After these people were taught by Yang Lin, they knew everything. When they started practicing, their progress rate was almost the same every day, and they all reached the Gangjin stage.
Compared with them, Uncle Da was a little miserable.
This is the difference in talent.
As for the old Mr. Sun in front of him, since he was able to achieve the reputation of being the best in the world under the previous circumstances, his talent and fundamentals need not be said at all. As for what kind of achievements he can achieve in the future, Yang Lin Actually looking forward to it.
I just welcomed Mr. Sun.
Another voice came.
"Li is not talented. After he was defeated by Master Yang that day, he thought about it day and night, trying to practice hard and win back. He practiced hard behind closed doors for several years. As a result, when he went out, he saw that everything had changed."
A lean old man strode over with a big gun. There were more than ten people following behind, all of them were vigorous and fierce.
"I have seen Master Yang's ability today. Li is really convinced. In his lifetime, he only hopes to be able to catch up with Master Yang and learn a little bit. I also hope that Master Yang will not remember the old things and accept the old man and everyone. I am a disciple."
After saying this, the old man also bowed to the ground, his face full of light, wind and moon.
"The sharpshooter has arrived too."
"Although Li Shenqiang was defeated in those days, he was very proud of himself. He has always been steadfast and never bowed to anyone. I heard that even when he saw Mr. Yuan Ge, he just gave him a hand and didn't give him much good looks. I didn't expect that today, I saw him holding the disciple ceremony."
"These older generation masters, none of them are eager to seek the truth. Their fame and seniority are just like floating clouds. Master Yang collapsed the mountain with his sword today. His skills are unpredictable. If you can worship under such a figure, you can be regarded as a disciple. What does it matter?"
Some people shook their heads and sighed.
Of course they understand.
After opening the academy in the seven southern provinces, all of the direct disciples that Yang Lin accepted had outstanding achievements.
Although there are more and more disciples.
But he is not willing to accept anyone.
He will not accept those disciples who have no knowledge, no skills, no good character, no bones, and cannot bear hardships.
Therefore, from a certain perspective, these warriors who have achieved academic success, have been witnessed, and have extraordinary talents have a head start.
Nine times out of ten, the disciples will be included.
Yang Lin never hides this point. No matter what field he is in, those with talent can always go further.
What's the point of teaching a disciple who has no talent at all and is lazy and slippery?
In such a huge world, does he have no disciples?
Need to be hungry and not choose food.
Therefore, in order to clear the way and obtain results as soon as possible, of course the first batch of disciples he accepted were those who were most confident and could break through the bottleneck the fastest, he would accept them.
Li Xuwen had just saluted, and there was another loud laugh behind him, "One sheep is for driving, two sheep are for herding, and the old man has the audacity to bring his little girl here to become a disciple..."
This is Kiyabo Mori.
He took off his hat, hurriedly took two steps, and under Gong Ruomei's surprised gaze, took his little daughter's hand and saluted forward with a smile.
"Wang Ziping came to be my disciple..."
"Li Jinglin and his disciples came to worship as a disciple!"
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