The Art of the Great Sword

Fang Qingyang pretended not to hear the second half of his words.

More accomplished than him?

The cultivation level of this middle-aged man was beyond his imagination.

He is only at the peak level of creation, so what can he do to help this middle-aged man?

Fang Qingyang remained silent, looking at the middle-aged man quietly, waiting for his next words.

The middle-aged man looked at Fang Qingyang, and as he thought, a beautiful-looking woman suddenly appeared next to him.

The woman is about seventeen or eighteen years old. She has a pair of eyes as pure as water and does not have any cultivation on her body.

She stared at Fang Qingyang curiously, her eyes full of innocence.

After the middle-aged man summoned the woman, he said to Fang Qingyang: "Accept her as your disciple and let her follow you."

Fang Qingyang was stunned.

He didn't expect that this time the middle-aged man would pull him into this bloody space, and he actually wanted to help him!

Moreover, this favor is a bit too outrageous!

I don’t know what level of cultivation this middle-aged man has. If this girl follows him and becomes his teacher, it will definitely be more effective than becoming her own teacher.

Although his cultivation has reached the peak of creation, his cultivation at this level is nothing in front of this middle-aged man.

Under such circumstances, the middle-aged man actually asked the girl to become his teacher. He suspected that the middle-aged man was making fun of him.

"Are you kidding?"

"With a strong man like you by her side, all she needs to do is let her become your disciple."

"I haven't figured out my own path to spiritual practice, so how can I dare to be a teacher to others?"

Fang Qingyang immediately refused.

Are you kidding me? Although my cultivation at the Peak Creation Realm looks good, there is no way to compare with the middle-aged man in front of me.

Under such circumstances, the middle-aged man actually asked the woman in front of him to become his disciple, which made Fang Qingyang suspect that there must be something wrong with the other party's brain.

"She is not suitable to be by my side."

The middle-aged man explained to Fang Qingyang: "And you are a person with great luck. Letting her worship you as a teacher will also allow her to be protected by your luck, making her cultivation path smoother."

When Fang Qingyang heard this, he fell into silence.

Things like luck are illusory, and just because he has great luck, this middle-aged man asked this woman to worship him as his teacher?

So what can I teach her?

What's more, such a major change has occurred in the Xuanhuang world now. It is hard to say whether he can protect himself in this big change.

As a result, the middle-aged man actually asked the girl in front of him to become his apprentice. This made Fang Qingyang confused about what the middle-aged man was thinking.

"Father, I don't want to follow him."

Just when Fang Qingyang felt that what was happening in front of him was like a fantasy, the girl's voice came to his ears.

Her voice gave people a very weak feeling, and she couldn't help but hug the middle-aged man's arm, for fear that the middle-aged man would abandon her and leave next moment.

Fang Qingyang looked at the scene in front of him with great surprise.

The main reason is that what is happening now has already exceeded his imagination. If this girl is the daughter of a middle-aged man, then her strength must not be very bad.

But this girl didn't have any cultivation at all.

This is either because the other party's strength exceeds his own so much that he cannot observe her cultivation level, or it is because she really does not have any cultivation level.

But Fang Qingyang didn't want to believe the latter.

This middle-aged man has great skills, but his daughter has no cultivation. If this kind of thing spreads, no one will believe it!

"Where I'm going, you can't follow me."

"I can't let you live in my little world forever."

"Zhen'er, you should have a life of your own, and you shouldn't be imprisoned in a small world."

The middle-aged man comforted his daughter softly.

But the girl was not willing to listen to these words at all. She hugged the middle-aged man's arm and stared at him with an aggrieved look.

When the middle-aged man saw this, he sighed softly and said: "Follow him and practice well. The future era belongs to you. I am just a person who has been dead for who knows how many years. Follow me. It won’t do you any good.”

After saying this, the middle-aged man said to Fang Qingyang: "Can you help me with this?"

When Fang Qingyang heard this, he suppressed the fear in his heart, took a deep breath, and said, "You asked me to do this favor for you, and I don't even know how to refuse you."

"First of all, you are much stronger than me. When I face you, I even find it difficult to breathe."

"If you are as strong as you, if you teach your daughter in person, her future achievements will be much higher than mine."

"But now you actually ask her to become my teacher. Aren't you making things difficult for me?"

There was a bitter expression on Fang Qingyang's face, and he continued: "As I said before, I don't even understand my own path of cultivation, so how can I dare to mislead others?"

When the middle-aged man heard what Fang Qingyang said, he said: "Because you are a person blessed with great luck, letting her stay by your side is the best way for her to practice."

Hearing the middle-aged man mention this again, Fang Qingyang said: "Isn't she able to swallow luck and grow?"

The monks in this world always have many inexplicable methods.

Among them, devouring the luck growth of others does not seem to be an unacceptable thing.

Hearing Fang Qingyang's words, the middle-aged man laughed dumbly and said, "You are overthinking, she does not have this ability."

When Fang Qingyang heard this, he said, "Aren't you afraid that I will teach her a bad lesson?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he smiled and said, "As long as you accept her as your disciple, teach her whatever you want to teach her."

Having said this, the middle-aged man sighed again and said: "In fact, I have never wanted her to embark on the path of spiritual practice. The road ahead is full of difficulties. The further you go on this road, the more you will lose yourself. ”

"But after all, I still can't see her life being as short as a meteor."

"Next, she will follow you to practice. The level of her cultivation is not important, as long as she is happy."

When the girl heard these words, she burst into tears.

She didn't want to be separated from her father like this.

She always felt that her father was explaining the funeral arrangements.

"Father, don't leave. Even if you want to leave, you have to take me with you. I don't want to be his apprentice!"

She stared at the middle-aged man aggrievedly, clutching his arm tightly, with veins pulsing on the back of her fair hand.