The apprentice is returned ten thousand times, and the teacher never hides his secrets

Chapter 66 He vomited blood

Looking at Li Feichen who was fully displaying his sword intent on the ring, the Tiandao people looked at Qi Wuhui who was beside him with a smug expression.

"Fellow Daoist Qi, you disciple, you have good knowledge in the way of swordsmanship, so you must have obtained your true inheritance?"

Qi Wuhui laughed, and said: "That's right, this person is my second disciple, with excellent talent, especially in understanding the way of swordsman, he has extremely high insights.

At a young age, he has reached the realm of the third rank of Tianxiang, although he is not as good as the disciple of Tiandaoyou.

But at this age, to be able to reach this level is already considered a one-in-a-million genius. "

"Ha ha……"

Tiandaoren just smiled, he could hear the complacency in Qi Wuhui's tone.

Surprisingly, he glanced at Ye Qiu who was not far away, and found that his expression remained unchanged.

Can't help looking at the stage, curious in his heart, how should Lin Qingzhu deal with this sword?
With full sword intent, under the blessing of powerful strength, Li Feichen looked ferocious, and shouted angrily: "Qi Gathering Slash."

Suddenly, that sword energy swept away, approaching Lin Qingzhu.

Lin Qingzhu was unmoved, and raised his right hand lightly, without even pulling out the Zixia sword.

"What is she going to do?"

"Under this kind of sword energy, it's too crazy not to even draw the sword out of its sheath?"

Everyone was discussing, only to see Lin Qingzhu startled slightly, and an absolutely crushing force erupted instantly.

"This……"

Everyone was shocked when they saw that the unsheathed Zixia sword in her hand suddenly released an astonishing sword intent, which was dispelled in just one breath.

Everyone could vaguely feel that ten Li Feichen tied together couldn't compare to her in terms of the level of horror of the sword intent.

"how can that be……"

Qi Wuhui immediately stood up, his eyes full of disbelief.

Li Feichen's all-out attack not only failed to make Lin Qingzhu draw out his sword, but even did not even dodge.

With just a slight shock, Li Feichen's ultimate move has been cracked?

Seeing this scene, even He Wushuang, who is known as a swordsman genius, looked surprised.

"This girl seems to be stronger than I imagined."

"This sword intent is icy cold, piercing through the soul, disintegrating all the opponent's attacks in just one breath.

This is the first time I've seen such a style of play. If I were to crack it, would I be able to do it so lightly? "

This is the crushing of absolute swordsmanship attainments, not too fancy, simple and rude.

On the ring, Lin Qingzhu finally showed a smile on his expressionless face.

"It's almost time to play! I think you don't have any skills, so go down."

As soon as the words fell, she finally made a move.

"you……"

Li Feichen was shocked. From the moment Lin Qingzhu made a move, he was surprised to find that he couldn't catch the opponent's figure at all.

I saw her walking in front of him in a single step, kicking him off the stage with an extremely humiliating kick.

Li Feichen didn't even have the ability to resist.

He is the third grade of Tianxiang.

How could you lose so completely?
Until he fell into the ring, he didn't know exactly how he lost.

After a while, there was only a wonderful figure in fluttering white clothes, glamorous and absolutely dusty left on the ring.

"Elder Xu."

After the battle was over, Lin Qingzhu looked at Xu Feng at the side and said coldly.

Xu Feng shook his head, glanced at Li Feichen under the ring, and said, "In the second match of the martial arts competition, Lin Qingzhu from Zixia Peak vs. Li Feichen from Tibetan Sword Peak, Lin Qingzhu won."

"puff……"

After Xu Feng announced the result, Qi Wuhui became furious and spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Master."

The disciple behind him was shocked and hurried forward to help him. At this time, Qi Wuhui's face was livid and his veins were swollen.

Hidden Sword Peak lost two games in a row, and it was an extremely humiliating defeat.

Li Feichen walked back to the team dejectedly, with his head down, a little afraid to face Qi Wuhui.

He was so confident in what he said at the beginning, so that Qi Wuhui became confident with him, and made plans to humiliate Ye Qiu for a while.

As a result, after fighting in the arena for a long time, I didn't even have the qualifications to let the opponent use the sword, but was kicked off the arena with one kick.

Not only was his face lost, Qi Wuhui's old face was also lost.

Fortunately, he praised him so much in front of the Taoist priest just now.

Suddenly, it felt like eating ten catties of shit, disgusting.

"Master, I'm sorry, the disciple has shamed you."

Li Feichen trembled, not daring to look directly into Qi Wuhui's eyes, feeling ashamed.

"Trash, a bunch of trash."

Qi Wuhui yelled angrily, and almost spat out another mouthful of old blood.

Seeing that there were so many fellow disciples present, he could only hold back the idea of ​​teaching them a lesson, and waited until he returned to the mountain to see how he punished these incompetent guys.

At this moment, Lin Qingzhu slowly walked down from the stage, and returned to Ye Qiu's side to report.

"Master, fulfill your mission and take it down."

Ye Qiuquan watched the battle just now, especially after seeing Qi Wuhui's expression that was worse than eating shit, he almost died laughing.

Cool.

So cool.

In ten years, the happiest time is probably today.

Emotions and anger are invisible. Although Ye Qiu is happy in his heart, he is still very calm on the surface, and even blames him a little bit.

"Disciple, what did Wei Shi tell you, save some face for your uncle, don't attack too hard, why don't you listen to what I say?"

"That's your master's apprentice, a genius like no one in ten thousand, you kicked him off the ring with one kick."

"If it spreads out, let people know, oh, it turns out that the high disciple of Hidden Sword Peak is the only one? This is the only one? How do you ask your uncle to meet people in the future?"

Ye Qiu reprimanded loudly on purpose, Qi Wuhui's old face turned red when he said those words, and veins popped into his forehead.

"puff……"

Unable to bear the humiliation, he spat out a mouthful of old blood, and this time he passed out completely.

Seeing this scene, all the disciples of Hidden Sword Peak panicked, even Meng Tianzheng couldn't stand it anymore, so he hurried to Qi Wuhui's side to have a look.

It was only then that he was relieved to find that he was just dizzy with anger and that there was nothing wrong with his body.

"Uncle Master, what's wrong with our master, is he alright?"

Everyone said anxiously, like headless chickens, they lost their senses for a while.

Meng Tianzheng stroked his beard, and said: "Your master is fine, it's just that you fainted because of your anger and blood.

You take him back and let him recuperate for a few days. "

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, they dared to stay here, they were looking for shame, they hurriedly carried Qi Wuhui, and went back to the mountain in desperation.

Meng Tianzheng shook his head, watched them leave, and looked at Ye Qiu not far away.

"Hey, I hope Junior Brother Qi can learn his lesson this time and stop fighting against him again."

Ye Qiu's few understatement words were too lethal.

It would be fine if he made it clear that the humiliation would be fine, but what he fears the most is that this kind of appearance is for your own good and to take care of your face, but in reality it is humiliating you.

What surprised Meng Tianzheng even more was, what kind of cultivation is Lin Qingzhu now?
When Liu Qingfeng came back earlier, he said that Lin Qingzhu personally admitted that he was the second rank of Tianxiang.

But now, it seems that it is not the same thing.

This pair of master and apprentice, neither show nor dew, like to hide and tuck.

Just like Ye Qiu back then, he had been hidden for ten years before gradually emerging.

　Tickets come.

　
(End of this chapter)