760: C760 Become a Disciple?

C760 Become a Disciple?

He couldn't even comprehend a Grand Perfection sword, and he still wanted to master two swords?

In their understanding, the more swords there were, the more complicated it would be, and the more unfavorable it would be for their cultivation level.

Sword cultivators needed to be one with the heart, and focus on cultivating the Sword Dao.

Even the Second Blade Stream would be mocked to the point of losing all skin and skin. To use three swords, one would be a pure fool.

However, while everyone else was stuck in their own ways, Zhao Xin's Triple Blade Arts was already ahead of the peak of the legendary land. Perhaps even those hidden Ancient Stage sword cultivators could not compare to Zhao Xin.

This was also an opportunity that belonged to him, Mu Qingshuo.

"Triple Blade Arts, Asura!"

Three blades, six shadows, and nine swords were instantly slashed out. A huge flying Demonic Beast was cut into several pieces and fell to the ground.

Ding!

Congratulations to the host for killing a fourth-grade Immortal Beast, Flying Yuan.

Congratulations to the host for obtaining 7 billion experience points and 5 billion Spirit Profound Qi.

Congratulations to the host for obtaining a tier 4 Demon Core.

"This Pheasant'S Sword is indeed sharp."

Zhao Xin could not help but praise as he took the Pheasant'S Sword from his mouth.

The Shura Residual Sword was already sharp enough, but the Pheasant'S Sword was much stronger than the Shura Residual Sword.

In particular, once it was cut by the Pheasant'S Sword, there would only be death. The soul that was killed by the Pheasant'S Sword would devour the soul of the injured person. It was like a curse, very terrifying.

Whoever came would die. This was not a joke.

Even when he was using it, Zhao Xin was still very careful. He did not dare to hold it in his hand and could only use it as a third sword in his mouth.

He put away the three swords and returned them to the Flying Shuttle.

Mu Qingshuo suddenly stepped forward and knelt down in front of Zhao Xin.

"What's wrong? Men have gold under their knees. Why are you kneeling down in front of me?"

Zhao Xin picked up a cup of tea in front of Pangu Nine Lotuses and drank it without caring about Pangu Nine Lotuses's resentful gaze.

"Big Brother Long, take me as your disciple."

"Take you as your disciple?"

... "Yes, I want to learn the Triple Blade Arts from you." Mu Qingshuo's eyes were filled with seriousness.

Zhao Xin slowly stretched out his hand, and an invisible force lifted Mu Qingshuo's knee.

"I can teach you, but you don't need to worship me as your master. This is disrespectful to the elder in your family. Someone must have taught you your sword technique. You already have a master who will take me as his master. I won't do anything that will harm the righteousness of the world. "

" Really? " Mu Qingshuo's eyes lit up when he heard that.

"What Big Brother Long said makes sense. I was being rude just now. Since Big Brother Long has decided to teach me the sword technique, I will call you Big Brother directly."

"No problem. Take this Profound Meaning and read it. After reading it, return it to me. If you don't understand it, you can ask me."

Zhao Xin handed the Triple Blade Arts Profound Meaning to Mu Qingshuo.

Mu Qingshuo took the Profound Meaning excitedly and entered a room in the Flying Shuttle without saying anything. Then, he started reading it.

"Haha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! I wonder if he can understand what I mean."

Zhao Xin smiled helplessly. Mu Qingshuo's personality was very similar to the time when Solon had just learned the sword technique.

Both of them were very anxious. Even if they knew that they would bump into a wall, they would still do it without hesitation.

He had also taken a liking to this point of Mu Qingshuo's. That was why he had taught Mu Qingshuo the Triple Blade Arts Profound Meaning.

"Big Brother Long, aren't you afraid that this kid will inherit your legacy and defeat you? It's said that the disciples of the church will starve their masters to death." Shentu An was obviously a little jealous of Mu Qingshuo.

Zhao Xin patted Shentu An's shoulder and smiled. "Opportunities are called opportunities. Only opportunities that you know how to grasp are called opportunities. In order to thank you for saving your life, I'll give this blood essence to you."

He turned his hand and a drop of dark red Strange Beast blood essence appeared in his palm.

Even if it was just a drop of blood essence, Shentu An and the other two could clearly feel the incredible power.

"This..."

"What kind of blood essence is this? It actually contains such a huge amount of power!"

Because it wasn't a human blood essence, Shentu An could feel the energy within the blood essence calling out to him.

It was as if he couldn't wait to fuse with him.

"Then it's impolite of me to decline. Thank you, Big Brother Long." Shentu An received the blood essence. Both of his arms shook and a spiritual Profound Qi burst out. It immediately wrapped around the blood essence and began refining it.

Instantly.

A deafening roar of the Strange Beast resounded across the sky. All the powerful Immortal Beast in the surrounding ten thousand miles fled in a hurry.

Even Qing Yanque and the others who were a million miles away felt a weak vibration.

"This is the Strange Beast and blood essence of the Wujiang!"

"My god! How can I accept such a priceless treasure?"

Shentu An trembled when he saw the illusory Strange Beast of the Wujiang.

Pangu Nine Lotuses was even more surprised. Where did Zhao Xin get the Strange Beast and blood essence of the Wujiang?

And he just gave it away with a flick of his hand?

This was no longer generous. This was completely the way Shentu An treated his savior.

One had to say, Pangu Nine Lotuses was envious and jealous.

She was envious of Mu Qingshuo for obtaining the Triple Blade Arts and Shentu An for obtaining the priceless Strange Beast and blood essence of the Wujiang.

Shentu An was originally from the Barbarian Clan, and he cultivated the physique. With this blood essence, he was afraid that Shentu An would be able to break through to the Third Grade Tyrant Body in one go!

That would be an incomparably terrifying existence.

The Third Grade Tyrant Body was enough to make Shentu An invincible under the Immortal Realm. As long as Shentu An didn't die within a hundred years, the next king of the Barbarian Clan would be him.

Although the Barbarian Clan couldn't be compared to the Ouyang Family or the Monarch Sect, it was still considered a top race amongst the unusual creatures.

It wasn't because they were weak, but because they had too few clansmen.1

Every year, the number of newborn children in the Barbarian Clan was getting lesser and lesser, and naturally, the population of the Barbarian Clan was getting lesser and lesser. The fewer the population, the lower the chance of geniuses appearing. A race like this was a race with strong individual strength. However, in terms of overall strength, it was a fatal weakness.

"It's already been sent out. If you want me to take it back, wouldn't that be slapping my face?"

Zhao Xin rolled his eyes coldly at Shentu An.

Shentu An looked at Zhao Xin as if he was looking at a new parent. He was so excited that he couldn't stop thanking Zhao Xin. After that, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began refining the blood essence.

Buzz!

The energy of a formation appeared. An isolation formation completely concealed Shentu An's aura.

"Young master, have some tea."

Zhao Xin looked at Fairy Zenith Yin, who was walking over with a cup of tea in her hand. He took a cup of tea and said, "Thank you, Sister Yingying."

Fairy Extreme Yin's name was too eye-catching. In order to hide her identity, Zhao Xin named her Long Yingying.

Long Yingying repeatedly asked Zhao Xin to call her young master. Zhao Xin couldn't refuse her, so he just let her call him that.

Originally, Zhao Xin did not request to serve tea and water, but Long Yingying could always do these things before he said it.

"Sister Yingying does not need to serve tea and water in the future. We will do these things ourselves, so there is no need to trouble us."

"Is today's tea good?" Long Yingying smiled lightly and completely ignored Zhao Xin's words.

One day later.

The Flying Shuttle arrived in the air above Treasure Repository.

"Wait for me here. I'll go in and see if they're still here."

Zhao Xin walked into the Treasure Repository and found no other living people besides a few corpses.

"It seems like a battle is taking place because of the treasure."

"Where will they go?"

While he was feeling puzzled, Zhao Xin's Spiritual Sense suddenly swept across an open stone room, and a line of words was left behind.

It was the words of the Thunder Sect!

It was left behind by Lei Ni.

[Zhengwen]

pqdm.com