Global Cataclysm: Appearance of Ancestral Tablets at the Beginning

There are no clouds above the sky, and the air is a little thin.

Strands of invisible wind blades gradually converged beside Chen An, King Wu stepped back a little, his eyes were calm, and he examined Chen An who raised his long knife inch by inch.

Just now, he still had appreciation in his heart, and he never regarded Chen An as a real opponent.

It wasn't until the first knife-like wind blade appeared and began to circle around Chen An that he was suddenly startled.

Chen An actually mastered the shortcut knife skills!
That is a realm that he, the number one swordsman of the human race, has never touched!

"Fortunately, this kid's realm is not strong, otherwise this time I will really lose face..."

King Wu whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

As the momentum released by Chen An became stronger and stronger, the blade light beside him gathered into a terrifying vortex, and even Chaofan would feel a suffocating sense of oppression in it.

"what?"

Boss Long, who was advancing, raised his head in response, and the rest of the extraordinary peaks also raised their heads and looked at the sky.

Afterwards, Yu Yinglong and others in the weaker echelon also sensed the oppression from the sky.

"It's that kid Chen An!"

Ke Wu exclaimed.

Even he could tell that Chen An seemed to be attacking King Wu.

Panicked, Chen Zhengdao and others wanted to fly to a higher place to stop the battle.

At this time, a rainbow flashed, and a figure in a red robe appeared in front of everyone.

"Blood old!"

Chen Zhengdao yelled, but his eyes were always on a higher place.

"What are you talking about, don't you see that King Wu is testing Chen An!"

"Do you really think that Chen An can pose a slight threat to King Wu? If there is no King Wu's approval, how dare Chen An make a move!"

Amid Xue Lao's scolding, Chen Zhengdao gradually calmed down.

"You continue to follow the big troops, I'll go up and have a look."

After all, Xue Lao flew into the air.

Chen Zhengdao looked up for a few seconds, and finally returned to the team under the persuasion of Yu Yinglong and Ke Wu.

In the sky, Xue Lao appeared next to King Wu, pouted and looked at Chen An, who was gathering his sword intent.

"I said, didn't I ask you to teach Chen An the sword skills? In this case, why do I think he is teaching you the sword skills?"

King Wu's mouth twitched.

"roll!"

The saber in his hand was also gathering momentum, if it was just a random strike, he really wasn't sure that he wouldn't get hurt.

If Chen An made a slash, only to find that his legend was injured, what prestige and trust would he have, and how would he teach him?

When the Zanpakuto was raised to the highest point, the momentum of the sword beside Chen An gathered into a field, covering a range of more than ten meters around him.

His eyes snapped open, gleaming brightly.

The field stopped suddenly, and all the sword glows gathered towards the Zanpakuto.

Chen An's lips squirmed, and he spat lightly.

"Breaking the sky!"

boom!
On the Zanpakuto, more than ten feet of sword light converged, and it fell with a crash as the Zanpakuto fell.

The sword in King Wu's hand suddenly swung out, and the painting drew a semicircle, also with a fierce momentum, towards the front.

He stopped and was almost pushed back by the huge force.

But under the watchful eyes of Chen An and Xuelao, King Wu gritted his teeth and stomped heavily on his feet. There was a sudden thunder in the sky, and King Wu's sword finally withstood the pressure from Chen An.

The blade glow gradually scattered, Chen An's face flushed, and he was thrown out. Blood sprayed wildly in mid-air, and the blood mist was like jets, leaving traces in the air.

King Wu breathed a sigh of relief, put away his knife and stood where he was.

Xue Lao leaned over at this moment, and suddenly pointed at the corner of his mouth with a look of surprise.

"Old Wu, you seem to be vomiting blood."

King Wu's face turned red.

He, who was not injured just now, was almost suffocated by these words.

"You are blinded."

King Wu licked away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said calmly.

Xue Lao held back his laughter and didn't speak, he was afraid that if he continued to talk, this guy would have a battle with him.

The opponent has already fallen, and he will definitely lose if he faces him, but if he spreads the word and gives himself the name of bullying the wounded, that would not sound good.

King Wu didn't know what Xuelao was thinking.

Otherwise, you may really get angry and get hurt internally.

At this time, Chen An finally stopped and flew back slowly from a distance.

"Senior King Wu is powerful, junior begs King Wu to teach me!"

Chen An's eyes were bright.

He was never an arrogant person, let alone in front of King Wu, his father was a junior.

The opponent's sword skills were much better than Chen An's own.

During this battle, he really understood what kind of state of saber technique Chen Feng's ancestor left behind.

In the past, Chen An didn't know Qiang Daoxiu, and just watched Gao Yajianshu.

Now that he has finally met a strong man who can help him master Chen Feng's ancestor's knife, Chen An certainly doesn't care too much.

As long as the other party is willing, Chen An's apprenticeship is fine.

When he didn't have much contact with Chen Feng's ancestor, he still felt that he should not blindly learn from a teacher.

But now he is practicing in the golden hall every day.

On weekdays, the Sword Immortal taught him, but Aogu and Chen Feng didn't always watch him.

Both also occasionally mentor him.

Ao Gu is more serious, but Chen Feng's ancestor is much more friendly.

Just like a grandfather treats his grandson, Chen An occasionally chats with Chen Feng's ancestor.

Only then did I learn that Chen Feng's ancestor had many masters when he was young, and he had no taboos at all.

In this regard, Ao Gu and Jian Xian have different views.

The two of them didn't care how many masters Chen An had, strictly speaking, all three of them were Chen An's masters.

That conversation reminded Chen An of that boy named Ji.

The other party was almost snatched by the instructor as a disciple, but fortunately Chen An insisted and did not let the other party succeed.

Otherwise, the instructor will definitely be unlucky if he is resurrected proudly, and even he may not be spared.

"You want to learn knife skills with me?"

King Wu laughed.

"Yes!"

"You can suffer?"

"nature!"

Chen An answered in the affirmative.

To this day, as long as he has free time at night, Chen An will still go to the golden hall for training. When it comes to suffering, he only obeys himself!

"That's good, but you have your own inheritance, so I can't accept you as the true inheritance, you can only be my registered disciple."

This is exactly what Chen An wanted.

He has learned a lot, Sword Immortal, Ao Gu, and Chen Feng are not his masters.

If King Wu accepts him as the true biography, Chen An will hesitate instead.

Not to mention other things, if Chen Feng and his ancestors are resurrected in the future, if they know that they have a master on their heads...

The picture was so beautiful that Chen An couldn't imagine what would happen to King Wu.

"it is good!"

Chen An hurriedly knelt on the sword with one knee, and kowtowed twice.

"Apprentice Chen An, I have met the master."

King Wu suddenly laughed and came to Chen An.

"Very good. From today onwards, you are my disciple of King Wu. Although it is a name, you can hide the word "name" when talking about it to others. I don't mind." King Wu laughed and said, He also cast a glance at Xue Lao.

The old blood despises it.