Douluo's holy sword

When Ye Yao woke up, the sound of howling wind could be heard in his ears, as if he was being held by a hand.When he carefully recalled what happened before he fell into a coma, he instantly understood his current situation.

I, probably, should, seemed, might, have been kidnapped.

What on earth does this old man want to do? Doesn’t that mean you don’t want to be his disciple? As for that? As for that? Although I do have extraordinary talents and understanding, which is a rare talent that comes only once in a century, plus I have a kind heart, integrity and bravery...

But I have clearly refused, can't you let me go? Where is your pride as a strong person? At this time, shouldn't you sneer, "I don't know what to do, I'm afraid it will be too late in the future.", and then I will reply to you, "Thirty years to the east of Hedong, thirty years to the west of Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty.", and then everyone goes back to their homes. Each looking for his own mother?

Why did it become like this?

Ye Yao began to reflect deeply on what he had done before, and finally he came to the conclusion: It was not him who was wrong, but this world... No, it was this old thing.

Ye Yao's thoughts wandered thousands of miles in a blink of an eye, and he was not worried at all. After all, he was sure that Sword Douluo would not bully him, let alone Ning Rongrong.

That is to say, no matter what, there will definitely be no talk of death...

Doesn't that mean he can roam freely?

If you can, beat me to death. As long as you can't beat me to death, I will definitely not become my disciple. How can you do that?

Just as he was thinking, Ye Yao noticed that Jian Douluo had stopped. Before Ye Yao could secretly open his eyes to see where he was being taken, a sense of weightlessness suddenly came.

The incident happened suddenly, Ye Yao instinctively wanted to stand up with his hands on the ground, but with a thought, he suppressed his instinct, and fell straight to the ground as if he hadn't woken up.

"Pa ta", Ye Yao's handsome face came into direct contact with the earth.

Feeling the burning pain on his face, Ye Yao cursed in his heart, this old guy doesn't know how important people should be handled with care, can you afford to pay for any bumps he gets? Bad review! I must give a bad review! I need you to accompany me until I go bankrupt.

Seeing Ye Yao pretending to be dead on the ground, Sword Douluo snorted coldly and said, "Okay, stop pretending. I know how long I can make you faint with that blow before."

Ye Yao seemed to have never heard of it.

I don't care, I just won't get up, and no one can interrupt my close contact with Mother Earth. If you have the ability, you... WhatthefXck!

Ye Yao couldn't care less about pretending to be dead anymore, and rolled to the side like a donkey. Then he looked up at the place where he was just now with a disgraceful look, his eyes filled with shock and anger.

A three-meter-long ravine appeared where Ye Yao had been lying just now. Sword Douluo was calmly retracting the famous Seven Kills Sword in his hand.

The old man!This is really trying to kill me!

"Hmph, aren't you pretending to be dead?" Sword Douluo said with a half-smile, while secretly nodding inwardly.

Sure enough, I guessed it right. The reason why this ghost could react to my movements many times in advance was not because he noticed my movements, nor did he predict them, nor did he guess them. It was more like an instinctive intuition. ...If the strength of the two people were not so different, Ye Yao should have been able to escape those few times.

Does he have an instinctive reaction to danger... Sword Douluo stroked his beard slightly. As long as he didn't force himself to die, it would be difficult for him to die with this talent alone.

Ye Yao took a deep breath, smiled helplessly, and begged for mercy: "Senior, just be honest. What do you want to do by bringing this junior to your lips?"

"Adore me as your teacher." Jian Douluo said lightly.

"Junior is gone, this is impossible." Ye Yao frowned.

Unexpectedly, Sword Douluo nodded, "Very good. Only with such a temperament can you be my disciple."

"Senior." Ye Yao sighed helplessly, "Senior loves me so much and I appreciate it, but... why bother with me all the time? The most important thing here is talent. Sooner or later you will be able to find someone better than me. People become disciples.”

Sword Douluo's face twitched. He couldn't refute Ye Yao's words. He couldn't refute Ye Yao. My requirements for accepting a disciple are too high. In so many years, you are the only one who can meet my standards. And even if something happens in the future, If you can still find someone who meets the conditions, it is unlikely that he can be better than you. With your standards, I will look down upon those who are worse than you.

If you come out like this, this kid will definitely get it!

Thinking of this, Jian Douluo didn't procrastinate any longer, and said flatly: "I don't bully you as a junior, as long as I can move this old man before your soul power is exhausted, then the matter of accepting apprentices is over, and the old man I will also pass on all the cultivation experience of these years to you."

"However, if you can't do it... then you can be my disciple honestly. Don't worry, I will give your teacher enough compensation."

Ye Yao's face turned green when he heard this.

Listen, are these human words? I, a Soul Lord, and you, a Titled Douluo, can make me fall to the ground with just a slap from you, and even make you move a step...

and many more.

Where did I seem to have seen this scene...

TM Isn’t this just like that Titan fighting against the Third! Did that guy of yours just come back to life more and more? ! is that you!

Seeing Ye Yao's expression, Sword Douluo already knew what Ye Yao was thinking even though Ye Yao hadn't said anything yet.

"Hmph, naturally I won't use my soul power to bully you. Aren't you a level 39 soul master? Then I won't bully you either. I'll just use... level 2... 30 level soul power." Originally, Sword Douluo wanted to have a soul power of level 20, but for some reason, when he thought about the previous investigation of Ye Yao's martial spirit, his heart suddenly suddenly changed, so he changed his mind to a soul power of level 30.

"That soul skill..." Ye Yao tentatively said.

Sword Douluo glanced at Ye Yao and sneered: "Don't use any of them. If I still want to use soul skills against you, then I can find a place to bury myself. Don't embarrass Titled Douluo."

"Are you serious?" Ye Yao said in a deep voice, his eyes bursting with brilliance.

"Hmph." Sword Douluo snorted dissatisfiedly and said nothing. I am a titled Douluo, and I will not lie to you for a lifetime.

Phew, fortunately, this old man is not bad, he still has a face, much better than Dugu Bo's old Wang An.

A certain old monster in green robe: Ah Sneeze, what's going on? Why are you always sneezing these days? Could it be that that monster Tang San misses me?

Seeing the indiscernible relaxation on Ye Yao's face, Jian Douluo was amused and at the same time slightly annoyed.

Although I have suppressed my soul power, I am still a Titled Douluo. How dare you be so careless!

"Then senior, junior did something?" Ye Yao asked tentatively.

"Just do it." Sword Douluo didn't release his martial spirit, he just stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly.

Ye Yao nodded, and the sword vowed to win was quietly released.

"Senior, please advise."