Chapter 83 Disciple

After a duel, the sunset had already fallen into the horizon, and a bright moon rose slowly from the junction of the sky and water in the east. On the twilight river, half of it was green and half red, facing the trembling moon shadow in the water, a lonely thought of eternal thought came out of thin air.

A middle-aged man who was only seven feet tall, wearing an ordinary linen white robe and barefoot hair was walking slowly from the river downstream with his hands on his back. He walked on the Luhong River as if walking on the flat ground. Wherever he passed barefoot, the river was marked with three inches of footprints. No matter how the river rolled and flowed, the footprints were clearly printed on the river surface and had not dissipated for a long time.

Wuqi looked at the footprints on the river and his hair stood up one by one.

This is a unique sign that monks in the Golden Pill Realm. Cultivators form golden elixirs and become human immortals. One foot transcends the five elements and leaves the mortal realm. They are on the division line between humans and immortals, half of them are humans and half are immortals, and they are human immortals. In the Golden Pill Realm, the conflict between the Great Way of Heaven and Earth is particularly obvious, and the external signs are various abnormal signs.

Some people have strange fragrance on their bodies, while others have fairy bodies surround the colorful clouds. Wherever the man in white robe passes, the river water is also marked with footprints, which is also a kind of strange sign.

This was a sign seen with the naked eye. Wuqi's spiritual consciousness even told him that the man in white robe who was walking slowly from miles away emitted a sharp sword intent around him, like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, and was as sharp as the sword intent of thousands of sharp blades. Wherever he walked, the sword intent seemed to be about to split the void. This was a strange sign of a human immortal in the golden elixir realm on the spiritual level. Without sufficient cultivation and soul power, he could not feel the sword intent emitted by his body.

Nie Baihong, the contemporary leader of the Riotian Sword Sect, stepped on the river water step by step to the deck of the Tianle Immortal Palace. After his barefoot touched the deck, the footprints that stretched for miles on the river behind dissipated one by one. When the footprints dissipated, the fish, shrimp, turtles, and red leaf petals in the nearby river water were all shattered by the invisible sword energy.

More than 30 people were snatched from the aristocratic young masters on the deck, and rushed to Nie Baihong in a mess. They knelt down on the ground and paid a great greeting to Nie Baihong. These aristocratic young masters called Nie Baihong as their master, some called him the master, and some called him the Supreme Ancestor. Each of them had extremely mixed generations, and Wuqi rolled his eyes when he heard it.

Taking advantage of this chaos, several guards of Tuoba Haofeng hurriedly carried the master who was frozen into ice, sneaked down the pleasure boat, and the fast ship quickly left when they drove. Wuqi was about to order to shoot Tuoba Haofeng and his group with crossbows, Nie Baihong suddenly looked at him. Wuqi felt a cold all over, and his body and soul seemed to have been cut by a heavy sword. His head was empty and buzzing, and he didn't get back for a long time.

Just a glance, Wuqi's internal organs were seriously injured, as if countless sharp blades were gently slashing across the internal organs. The internal organs cracked tiny cracks, and blood oozed out bit by bit. The throat became sweet, and a mouthful of blood was poured onto the throat. Wuqi took a breath and swallowed the blood again.

The blood attacked the heart, and it was fine if the blood was vomited out, but Wuqi forced it to swallow it. The true energy that had just recovered a little in his body was suddenly in chaos, and the internal injuries suddenly deepened a lot. The internal organs were even more shocked by the blood that was forced to swallow, and the cracks on the internal organs deepened a lot.

In the end, Wuqi could not control the injuries in his body and vomited three mouthfuls of blood. The blood he vomited was extremely red, with a pungent bloody smell, which had damaged his natal essence, and his injuries were extremely serious. Fortunately, Wuqi's foundation was thick, and the blood and energy accumulated in his body was several times richer than that of ordinary people. These mouthfuls of blood would take at least a few months to bed for ordinary people, and he would be cured for a few days at most.

Lengran looked at the blood spitting out of Wuqi on the deck, and Nie Baihong snorted softly.

The young men of the aristocratic family who came forward to worship quickly stood up, raised their heads one by one, and stood in a neat line next to Nie Baihong according to the seniority of the Lietian Sword Sect. Nie Baihong nodded gently, and glanced at Lu Chengfeng, who was standing at the window of the banquet hall at the highest point, and slowly raised his hand to bow to Lu Chengfeng: "This sect has seen Yan Legong."

Lu Chengfeng floated down on the deck. He looked at Wuqi worriedly, and hurriedly bowed to Nie Baihong and said, "Chengfeng has seen the sect leader, but I don't know what is the price to do?"

After glanced at Lu Chengfeng indifferently, Nie Baihong said coldly: "As this sect said just now, come and take Wuqi to enter."

Turning around and looking at Wuqi, Nie Baihong said in a deep voice: "Among the Thirteen Sects of the Immortal Dao of Dayan, the Rifting Sword Sect ranks first in strength, and this sect also has the cultivation level of the late stage of the Golden Pill. Today, it is your fate. Come up quickly and kowtow to become a disciple. This sect does not want to stay in such a lush place for a long time!"

Before Nie Baihong could finish his words, among the singing girls beside him, a beautiful girl of fifteen or sixteen years old suddenly became aroused by the cold air contained in the sword light that Wuqi had just sprayed. Her nose was itchy and she suddenly sneezes. Nie Baihong's face changed and she turned around and stared at the girl. There was a crisp sound in the air. The girl's body suddenly split into two pieces from the middle, and her flesh suddenly exploded, spilling the people around her all over the floor.

There was a sudden silence on the deck, especially the women on the pleasure boat, who covered their mouths tightly and no one dared to speak again. Several of them had a good relationship with the girl. Although they were heartbroken and scared to death, they just bit their palms tightly, and let the big tears drop, and they did not dare to make any sound.

These aristocratic young men present can kill them and deprive them of life and death at any time, let alone Nie Baihong? The noble leader of the Immortal Dao Sect, these aristocratic young men are just a junior disciple of his disciple. What is the life of a dancer here?

Lu Chengfeng suddenly clenched his hands into fists. He quickly glanced at Nie Baihong. The corners of his eyes twitched and he slowly lowered his head. The dancer who was killed just now was not far from him, and a large piece of blood was sprinkled on Lu Chengfeng's brocade soft boots. The green boots were soaked in blood and turned into a strange sauce-green color. Lu Chengfeng could feel the warm blood pressing against his feet, slowly becoming cold.

Wuqi suddenly stepped forward. He looked at the girl's body separated from the middle, gritted his teeth and looked at Nie Baihong and asked, "What crime did she commit?"

It seemed that he heard the most incredible joke in the world. Nie Baihong looked at Wuqi in surprise and asked, "Do you need to be convicted? When this sect spoke, he was very disrespectful. This is a death sentence. It's so strange, why do you ask such a question? Does this sect need an excuse to kill a pariah?"

A little bit of innate water spirit remaining in Wuqi's water spirit vein suddenly raised, but a severe pain that almost fainted came from the internal organs. His internal organs were still bleeding. He forced his internal energy to mobilize his internal energy at this time, almost like a juicer. The pressure forced his internal organs to secrete more blood. Wuqi's eyes turned black, his body shook, and he almost fell to the ground.

A bright smile suddenly appeared on his pale face. Wuqi blinked his eyes and looked at Nie Baihong gently.

He walked to Nie Baihong respectfully and forced himself to let him faint. Wuqi knelt down at Nie Baihong and kowtowed a few times. "I'm going to pay homage to Master and get my master's advice. This is the fate of my disciple's previous life. Master said very well, such a bitch will die if he dies, and there is no need for any crime."

With a respectful and even a bit of admiration, Wuqi looked at Nie Baihong with innocent eyes, whose face became very gentle, and asked with a bright smile: "It's just that the disciple doesn't know why the master came to take his disciple as his disciple? The disciple has heard of the reputation of the Rifting Sword Sect for a long time, but the disciple never dared to fantasize about being able to join the master's disciple in his dream!"

This flattery made Nie Baihong feel relieved from the bottom of his heart. The killing of a dancer just now was like a drop of water passing through the cold diamond, leaving no trace in his heart. He looked at Wuqi, who was full of smiles on his face, and his eyes were full of admiration, respect, awe, etc., and nodded with satisfaction: "Forget it, this is your fortune. If Princess Zhengle had not sent someone to ask for this sect, she would not have made an exception like this!"

Princess Zhengle sent someone to ask Nie Baihong to take Wuke to get the first one?

Wuqi's heart trembled, and he owed Princess Chengle another favor. But he never dreamed that the master that Princess Chengle had kindly found for him was actually someone like Nie Baihong.

As soon as Pu met, he gave Wuqi a warning and almost broke his internal organs. He even vaguely protected Tuoba Haofeng and allowed Tuoba Haofeng to escape smoothly. Then he also killed an innocent girl in front of Wuqi because of a trivial matter. It would be better if he didn't want such a master.

However, facing the strict sword energy emitted from Nie Baihong, Wuqi laughed more and more cutely. He kowtowed to Nie Baihong again and said with a smile: "It turns out that Princess Zhengle had good intentions, and the disciple understood. If Master comes here in person, this kindness will be broken, and the disciple will be unable to repay you!"

Nie Baihong became more and more satisfied. Wuqi's flattery made him feel comfortable. Who would have said such flattering words from those young men of aristocratic families? Nie Baihong finally squeezed out a smile on his stiff face. He slowly took out a long sword from the storage ring and handed it to Wuqi.

"Forget it, from today on, you will be the disciple of my Tianli Sword Sect and one of the disciples of my master. From now on, you will come to Baiyang Mountain to listen to the lectures at the beginning of every month. You can act at will at any time at other times. This sword is given to you for good health."

He patted Wuqi's shoulder casually, Nie Baihong threw down a thin piece of "Five Elements Luck" size, about seven or eight pages, and then turned around and floated away. He walked quickly on the river surface, leaving a series of footprints on the river surface, and soon disappeared in the distance.

Nie Baihong's voice came from afar: "The Five Elements Luck Technique is the basis of this sword technique. You can practice it well and do not slack off. Those who privately pass on the Five Element Luck Technique to outsiders will be killed without mercy. Those who look at the secret technique will kill the nine clans. You must remember it!"

Wuqi respectfully picked up the thin booklet and bowed to the place where Nie Baihong went far away.

When he bent down to salute, Wuqi's eyes suddenly turned red and his face was full of endless hideousness.
Chapter completed!