Chapter 29 Innate Sword Bone
The old man Shenjian was a little unwilling.
Originally, he had accepted the fact that he was not as good as Taoist Longshan, and was ready to regain face with his disciples, but he did not expect that he was still at a disadvantage.
Although it was just a casual competition now, and neither party tried their best, it still made him feel uncomfortable that it ended like this.
Taoist Longshan said helplessly:
"According to Brother Shenjian's words, let the true disciples continue?"
The old man of Divine Sword shook his head. He pointed at Zhuang Chen and said with a hint of doting on his face:
"I took in a close disciple a few years ago, named Zhuang Chen. He is now eight years old and has just practiced martial arts for two years."
"Ten years from now, most of the true disciples will be over thirty years old, and it will not be their turn to play. From now on, these juniors will be the main force in the next ten-year appointment. How about letting them get familiar with each other first?"
"I won't take advantage of you either. You Zhenwu sect disciples, as long as they are under ten years old, can fight Zhuang Chen. If anyone wins, I will give him this Dragon Owl Sword!"
Said.
He pulled out the broad and long sword from his back and inserted it into the martial arts arena.
The blade is dull, but it has a breathtaking edge.
A truly top-notch sword!
This is undoubtedly the top reward that has appeared this time. Obviously, the old man of Excalibur was a little embarrassed and directly took out his sword as a reward. Of course, to some extent, it also showed his confidence.
For a moment.
The eyes of many Zhenwu Sect disciples lit up.
Then I couldn't help but feel regretful, wishing that I was not under ten years old, otherwise I might have a chance to get this famous sword.
But some people noticed the hidden message in the words of the Excalibur old man.
"This boy is eight years old and has been practicing martial arts for two years. Doesn't it mean that his bones have already been formed at the age of six?" Qin Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and his mind fluctuated.
His bones were fully formed when he was seven years old, and Zhuang Chen was one year ahead of him.
Although whether the root bone was formed early or not was not entirely related to talent, he could not help but feel nervous.
Ning Qi glanced at Zhuang Chen in slight surprise, and received a simple smile from the other party.
He didn't expect this little fat guy who didn't look very smart to be so talented.
Taoist Longshan couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw that the old man Shenjian had even taken out his own sword:
"Brother Shenjian, why do you have to do this..."
The old man with the divine sword waved his hand and said with great courage:
"It doesn't matter. If the Zhenwu Sect has such talents, just take the Dragon Owl Sword!"
Ye Qinghe's eyes were strange.
Isn't this a rush to give away a famous sword?
She knew how powerful her junior brother was. He had already refined his bones when he met the White Ape a year ago. Now he might have refined his internal organs or even his marrow!
She didn't believe that the silly little fat guy could become such a monster after practicing for two years.
Everyone has different thoughts.
Dong He, the senior brother of Shenjian Sect, whispered a few words into Zhuang Chen's ear. Zhuang Chen's eyes lit up and he seemed to be still bargaining with Dong He. It was not until Dong He smiled bitterly that Zhuang Chen walked to the center of the martial arts arena.
His voice is a bit silly:
"I am Zhuang Chen, the true disciple of Shenjian Sect. Which one of you will give me a chicken leg? Oh, no, no, no, who among you will challenge me?"
Seeing the little fat man sucking his nose hard, low laughter came from the Zhenwu Sect. Everyone in the Shenjian Sect held their foreheads. The old man of the Shenjian was slightly silent and turned his head.
"I, Zhao Changhe, have come to meet you!"
Before Ning Qi could get up, a ten-year-old boy from the Zhenwu Sect had already rushed out first.
This young boy developed very early and looks to be more than two heads taller than Zhuang Chen. He is the best among his disciples of the same age. He practiced martial arts at the age of eight and has been practicing martial arts for two years now. He just broke through to the meat refining realm two days ago and his talent is almost second to none. Yu Zhenzhuan.
"You are no match for me." The little fat man shook his head.
Zhao Changhe snorted coldly:
"You have to fight to know."
He practiced a rock marksmanship, defending in the middle and leading the attack. At this time, he shot with a gun. In addition, the strength of the meat-refining master had increased, which made him quite powerful.
Zhuang Chen drew his sword, as if he suddenly changed into a different person.
His eyes were sharp, and even the snot flowing down his nose seemed to turn into two 'green swords'. His chubby body was incredibly flexible. He moved lightly, like the breeze caressing the willows, and easily avoided Zhao Changhe. The spear thrust.
Qin Yun's pupils narrowed.
"Refining muscles? This guy has been practicing martial arts for two years and he has already reached the realm of training?"
This cultivation speed is much faster than him.
Taoist Longshan also looked slightly sideways.
The corners of the old man's mouth raised. On the field, Zhuang Chen fought back, and what he held in his hand was a wooden sword. When he thrust out the sword, it sounded like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, and it was as heavy as a green mountain.
Zhao Changhe was sweating on his forehead. His gun was as stable as a rock.
But it can't be stopped.
Strength and martial arts realm are not on the same level.
There was only a bang, and Zhao Changhe flew back and fell to the ground.
Some disciples of the Zhenwu Sect hurriedly went up to check if they were injured, but they saw Zhao Changhe getting up on his own. He looked a little unbelievable. Just now, the wooden sword was like a green mountain, as if it was going to crush his skeletal body, but at the critical moment, the power disappeared without a trace. There was no trace, he just fell a little awkwardly and was not injured at all.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so weak. I almost didn't stop."
Zhuang Chen's words made him furious.
But the other party's eyes were so sincere.
Taoist Longshan stared at Zhuang Chen and said with some uncertainty:
"A heavy weight seems to be light? At such a young age, swordsmanship has already reached such a level. Could it be that this boy has an innate sword bone?"
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The old man with the sword finally couldn't help laughing proudly:
"You have a lot of knowledge, otherwise you think that this disciple of mine is just for fun? The talent of your eighth disciple is indeed extraordinary, but if Chen'er is the same age as him, he may not be Chen'er's opponent."
Qin Yun lowered his head and clenched his fists without speaking.
Taoist Longshan nodded slightly with admiration in his eyes:
"Innate sword bones and an innocent heart. Brother Shenjian, you have gained a good disciple."
The old man Shen Jian only felt extremely comfortable.
He chuckled and turned around, wanting to see the change in Taoist Longshan's expression, but what surprised him was that although Taoist Longshan was impressed, he was not as envious as he imagined.
Taoist Longshan laughed secretly.
If it were before, he would indeed be a little envious.
But since he accepted Ning Qi, no talented disciple in the world can make him envious anymore.
He looked over.
Then he found that Ning Qi had already stood up and walked towards Zhuang Chen.
Taoist Longshan quickly transmitted the message:
"Xiaojiu, hold back your strength."
He was afraid that his disciple would accidentally break the old man's precious knot.
I am afraid that in the entire Zhenwu Mountain, he is the only one who knows Ning Qi's state best.
Ning Qi nodded slightly.
He stopped a disciple who was about to come on stage and said calmly:
"I'll do it."
He could see clearly that the little fat man must have just entered the realm of muscle training, and he also had excellent swordsmanship. No disciple under the age of ten in the entire Zhenwu Sect could match him.
Except him.
Ning Qi had no intention of shrinking back. As a true disciple of Zhenwu Sect, it was impossible for him to watch the little fat man sweep around unscrupulously. He only showed some superficial strength and was not in the way.
He also didn't have the bad taste of waiting until his disciples were defeated one after another before finally appearing as the savior.
He wanted to solve it as soon as possible and went back to Qiu Taoist Temple to read.
Everyone was stunned.
After all, Ning Qi appears less and less now, and many Zhenwu Sect disciples regard Ning Qi as a bit mysterious.
But there was no time to think too much.
Ning Qi was already standing opposite Zhuang Chen.
"Little fat man, take action."
Zhuang Chen didn't care about Ning Qi's title, he said seriously:
"Ning Qi, I don't want to hit you, just go down."
What he originally wanted to say was, 'Ning Qi, you are not very smart, I can't bear to hit you,' but he felt that this seemed impolite, so he finally changed his words.
But Ning Qi obviously saw Zhuang Chen's thoughts from his eyes.
Ning Qi was helpless.
He exhaled slowly and decided to teach this silly little fat man a lesson.
(End of chapter)