"Emei disciple Zhou Zhiruo, please come in, this one..."

After thinking for a long time, Zhou Zhiruo still didn't know how to address Long Er.

If she called him a young man, he didn't seem to be that old yet, but if she called him a little brother, it didn't seem polite.

Just when she was racking her brains to think about how to address him, she didn't expect Long Er on the other side to say the words that would make people angry again: "You are not my opponent!"

Zhou Zhiruo: "..."

Ding Minjun: "..."

A group of Emei disciples: "..."

Even Master Miejue began to look unhappy.

"Forget it!"

Facts speak louder than words, Long Er simply didn't bother to explain anymore, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed in an instant.

Zhou Zhiruo, who saw this scene on the opposite side, finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second she was shocked by Long Er's speed.

"So fast!"

Feeling the long sword close at hand, Zhou Zhiruo's hair stood on end in an instant, so she quickly used the Emei sword technique to meet the enemy.

It must be said that after the Nine Yin Manual and the Yijing Bone Strengthening Chapter, she had far superior brain adaptability and physical reaction speed. In addition, relying on her height advantage, she was on par with Long Er for a while.

But she didn't know that this was simply the result of Long Er not taking it seriously.

But others didn't know. They were attracted by the fight between the two and exclaimed from time to time, but some people said there were exceptions, such as Ding Minjun.

After seeing that her junior sister had such strength, the jealousy in her heart that had almost been extinguished was ignited again

Back to the point, when a group of Emei disciples exclaimed, Master Miejue frowned.

Because she had seen that after dozens of rounds of fighting, Zhou Zhiruo's body had begun to become a little frivolous, and even her breathing had become a little faster. The most important thing was that her sword swinging speed had gradually failed to keep up with the opponent's speed.

On the contrary, Long Er, who was opposite her, not only had a steady breathing and a normal complexion, but also his sword swinging speed was getting faster and faster.

Sure enough, after more than ten rounds, with Zhou Zhiruo's mistake, Long'er's long sword gently hit her hilt, knocking her long sword away.

"What's going on?"

Outside the field, a group of Emei disciples were a little confused. The two sides were evenly matched just a moment ago, so why did Sister Zhou suddenly lose?

At this time, Zhou Zhiruo was looking at the long sword inserted not far away and was distracted for a while. After a long time, she lowered her head and came to Master Miejue to apologize and said, "I'm sorry, Master, I disappoint you."

It must be said that this was a big blow to Zhou Zhiruo. She originally thought that because of the Nine Yin Manual, she could be regarded as a little master, but she didn't expect that today she couldn't even beat a ten-year-old boy.

Seeing this, Ding Minjun, who was not far away, felt happy, but when she thought of Zhou Zhiruo's cultivation that was far superior to hers and Master Miejue's partiality, she fell silent again.

Besides, when Nun Miejue saw Zhou Zhiruo with a depressed face, she didn't blame her, but touched her head with some heartache, "Now you know why your master said there are always people better than you!"

After comforting her disciples, Nun Miejue looked at Long Er, and then said something that no one expected.

"Are you willing to join my Emei sect and worship me as your master?"

"What!"

When Nun Miejue said this, all the disciples in the martial arts field were almost stunned.

It's not that their Emei sect has no male disciples. Although they are rare, there are still some. It's just that since their master, Nun Miejue, took over as the head, she has never accepted male disciples.

It is precisely because of this that they think that Emei sect will never accept male disciples in the future, but they didn't expect that the master's words today completely overturned their imagination.

But when they think of Long Er's strength, they think this kind of thing is normal. After all, no sect is willing to miss such a talented disciple.

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Long Er, wanting to see if he would really join Emei and become their junior apprentice.

As for the Kuaiyi Sect, they had never heard of it, and even suspected that the other party had deliberately made it up to challenge them.

However, facing the invitation of Master Miejue, Long Er said nothing, but slowly closed his eyes, and then a burst of sky-high sword intent burst out of his body.

In an instant, including the Yitian Sword in Master Miejue's hand, all the long swords in the hands of Emei disciples were automatically unsheathed and flew to Long Er's feet to express their submission.

"Long Er, a disciple of Kuaiyi Sect, please teach me, Master Miejue!"

"This is..."

Looking at the incredible scene in front of him, somehow,Nun Miejue recalled the scene when she faced the Japanese warrior on Mount Qingcheng.

She thought that the weapons in their hands also flew uncontrollably to the other party's feet and surrendered to the other party, but she didn't expect that she would encounter such a thing again today after several years.

"Xiantian!"

Compared to Nun Miejue, they were more concerned about Long'er's cultivation level.

If they hadn't felt the same aura from their master, they would never have thought that a little boy of about ten years old in front of them was actually in the Xiantian realm.

Zhou Zhiruo on the side had a bitter face. She realized that the other party had been fighting with her for so long before, and he was deliberately letting her go. Otherwise, with his cultivation level, she wouldn't even have the chance to draw her sword.

"That's right. With your strength and sword skills, I'm not qualified to teach you. As for the words of "please teach me", I don't need to say it. I'm no match for you!"

"What? Master actually said that she is no match for Brother Long!"

Mistress Miejue's words caused a huge uproar. No one expected that their master would admit that he was no match for her.

First it was Junior Sister Qian, then Senior Sister, then Junior Sister Zhou, and finally even the master, the head of the sect, admitted that he was no match for the other party.

Doesn't that mean that their entire Emei Sect was challenged by a ten-year-old child?

Besides, Long Er, after hearing that Mistress Miejue admitted defeat, no longer wanted to continue the competition and was about to turn around and leave.

Looking at his back, Zhou Zhiruo, who seemed to have thought of something, suddenly said, "Hey, Brother Long, we will go to Wudang Mountain to celebrate Zhang Zhenren's birthday soon. There will definitely be many masters there. Why don't you go with us?"

Zhou Zhiruo's words made Long Er pause. It must be said that the other party's words made him excited. After more than half a year of challenges, he also began to gradually realize that ordinary innate warriors could no longer bring him pressure.

If he wants to continue to understand the swordsmanship, he can only challenge stronger opponents. Of course, it would be better if there is a master to practice with him.

But the master is not a cabbage. You can't meet him whenever you want. Only the one in Wudang will stay on the mountain all the time.

And since it is a birthday party, the other party must show up at that time. With this thought, Long Er agreed without hesitation.

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