1284: C1284 A Man with a Heart Walking on Steel Wire Is a Scary Old Taoist

C1284 A Man with a Heart Walking on Steel Wire Is a Scary Old Taoist

'Ding! ' Successfully comprehending the Sword Arts of Mount Shu, Ancient Dao Martial comprehension ability + 1! "

"Ding! Learning the Sword Arts of Mount Shu, Ancient Dao Martial comprehension ability + 1 Current progress : 1 / 10, current level: beginner-level

Ye Hong suddenly opened his eyes, and two sharp sword lights shot out from them.

The wooden sword between his brows fell off in an instant, and was caught by Ye Hong.

On a whim, Ye Hong gently waved the wooden sword in his hand.

"Wuu -"

A small whirlwind instantly appeared in the room.

Everywhere it passed, everything was in a mess.

When the whirlwind landed, what entered Ye Hong's line of sight were the exploding heads that were blown up high by the wind.

Even the unsmiling Green Brow Spiritual Master's hair stood on end.

The image of an expert in the past was gone.

This comical scene made Ye Hong laugh out loud.

Everyone had no time to care about their own image. They all looked at Ye Hong in shock.

The whirlwind created by the wooden sword was clearly Qing Mei's technique.

Now that Ye Hong was able to grasp it with ease, it could only mean one thing. ...

"Senior brother, did you learn the Sword Arts of Mount Shu that Qing Mei grew up with?!"

Sima Chongting couldn't help but ask excitedly.

Cai Jiannan and Leng Feng were also looking at Ye Hong expectantly.

Ye Hong didn't say anything. He just nodded with a faint smile.

The three of them sucked in a breath of cold air. They didn't expect that Ye Hong would be able to comprehend the Sword Arts of Mount Shu without Qing Mei's help.

This was no longer a word that could be used to describe Ye Hong. He was simply possessed by a god!

Sima Chongting immediately became excited. He counted his fingers and muttered to himself, "Ye Hong is my senior brother. He is also Elder Qing Mei's disciple.

I am also the senior disciple of the Green Eyebrow Sect? "

Sima Chongting approached the Green Eyebrow Taoist with a silly smile. "Taoist priest, why don't you take a look at my constitution? Maybe I can learn Sword Arts of Mount Shu too."

"In your dreams."

Qing Mei's words shattered Sima Chongting's humble fantasy and made him squat in the corner with a depressed expression.

After sending Sima Chongting off, the Blue-Brow Spiritual Master tidied his clothes and crown, and looked at Ye Hong with a bright light in his eyes.

His eyes were incomparably deep, as if he intended to see through the secrets of Ye Hong.

After living for so long, he had never seen someone as unexpected as Ye Hong.

This kind of situation like Ye Hong had never been recorded in history. Qing Mei believed that it would never happen again in the future.

What shocked Qing Mei the most was that he actually felt that this was not Ye Hong's limit.0

Vaguely, Qing Mei had a feeling that Ye Hong would do more things that would break common sense in the future.

If this was an era where all the stars were active and geniuses were rampant, then Ye Hong would be the evilest demon star in Qing Mei's eyes!

As for what kind of dazzling starlight this demon star would eventually blossom into, even Daoist Qing Mei didn't dare to predict.

Ye Hong looked at Qing Mei Zhenren and solemnly bowed. "Daoist priest, I will not thank you for your kindness. In the future, if you need any help, feel free to ask.

Although my cultivation is not as good as yours, I can still help you in the secular world."

Although Taoist Master Qing Mei did not agree to be Ye Hong's Master, Ye Hong was still very grateful to him.

If it wasn't for Master Qingmei, he wouldn't have discovered it. He wouldn't have broken through because of this.

Although he wasn't a teacher, he was even more so a teacher.

Daoist Qing Mei shook her head and said with shame, "Your breakthrough has nothing to do with this humble Daoist.

Even if you don't have the Dao, with your aptitude, sooner or later, you will be able to enter this door."

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