"Master, this disciple is about to enter the first class!"

Huang Lin had no choice but to show his cards.

"I'm going to be in the first class."

The old man didn't care a second ago, but he suddenly turned around and stared at Huang Lin, and asked in disbelief:

“First class?”

Huang Lin puffed up his chest and nodded proudly.

"You're going to be admitted to the first class so soon? How long has it been? Are you already serious about it?"

The old man jumped off the couch and blurted out a series of questions.

"Father, my disciple has some strange encounters outside. Please sit down and listen to my disciple speak slowly."

Huang Lin had no choice but to go over and help the old man sit down. Isn't this too exciting?

He had seen so many things in his previous life, including three-year-old milk babies killing ferocious beasts, seven-year-old immortal kings, and ten-year-old golden immortals. He didn't think that his 17-year-old low-level martial arts was anything special.

But in the eyes of the old man, he is just a little monster, and geniuses don't have such genius methods, right? They are born to attack others.

"This is your opportunity. You don't need to say it. Is the Twelve Serious Sutras really fulfilled?"

The old man sat down and arranged the things. He was so old that he asked what the little apprentice's adventure was.

"Master, it's nothing. Besides, all the adventures have gone into my stomach. I won't be able to hold it in without telling you."

Huang Lin said with a smile.

He had never experienced the love and care of his relatives in his previous life. He went to Huashan not long after he came here, and his two elders loved him very much. He really wanted to show off in front of his elders.

Without waiting for the old man to speak, he continued:

"This time my disciple went down the mountain and went to the Zhongnan Quanzhen Ancestral Court."

"There are still things in the ancestral court? They have been turned over countless times."

As soon as the old man heard that he had gone to Zhongnan Mountain, he interrupted Huang Lin, thinking that he had met by chance in Zhongnan Mountain.

"Master, listen to what I have to say. Why are you so anxious? The Quanzhen Ancestral Court only has a few broken bricks, so there is no chance."

Rolling his eyes, Huang Lin said helplessly.

"The disciple originally wanted to have some opportunities there, but unfortunately there was no chance. There were many Taoist temples in the mountains, so he stayed there for three months. When he came down from the mountain, he found that his mount had been robbed."

"After the disciple came down from Wudang, he went to Xiangyang."

The old man wanted to interrupt several times, but he held back. After hearing Huang Lin finish talking about Wudang, he finally stopped Huang Lin.

"You mean, that old guy Tianyi secretly made a pact with you, a little kid, after learning that Chong Heng died?"

"Well, it's not a covenant, it's just a verbal agreement."

Huang Lin touched the back of his forehead and was a little surprised by the old man's reaction.

"Hmph, this old guy is really shameless, but it's not surprising. Tianyi has always trained Na Chong Heng as the leader. Now that he is gone, this old guy will probably feel very uncomfortable. Sigh.

I've heard about Chong Heng, he's a genius. I heard that he was halfway into the first class two years ago. He was only 25 at the time, tsk tsk."

Huang Lin interjected after hearing this:

"Then does our Huashan train the next generation of leaders?"

He had some doubts in his mind as to what model these famous sects used to train their successors.

Later, when Yue Buqun was in charge of Huashan, Linghu Chong was actually trained to be such a fool by him. Lao Yue's behavior was not like that of a trained leader of a big sect.

"Our leader of Huashan is still young, only in his early fifties. He probably hasn't started training his successor yet. The training of the next generation of leader depends not only on talent and talent, but also on seniority and age."

Seeing that he was interested, Chen Qingping explained the details behind it.

People in the martial arts world are all highly skilled, and they reach their peak in their fifties and sixties. The leader of a sect is not only the strongest in the sect, but he is at least one of the top among his peers.

Leaders at their peak generally do not deliberately train the next generation of leaders, unless they are like Huang Lin, Chong Heng and the Shaolin Fang Zheng mentioned by the old man. Only those with extraordinary talents can be trained early.

Now that Ning Qingyu is only fifty-two, he is still expected to enter the top ranks. He will not train disciples to succeed him so early. He will not start until he is at least sixty years old when he is extremely hopeless.

Huang Lin understood now that Yue Buqun had never accepted the orthodox leader training process.

When Huashan became cold, he took over and brought out those disciples.

Lao Yue is so miserable!

Putting away his sigh for Yue Buqun, Huang Lin asked sheepishly:

"Master, you said that this disciple's talent is better than that of Wudang Chongheng and Shaolin Fang Zheng. Can I compete with him?"

"Well, no one knows that you are about to enter the first class. Don't you want to hide it?"

Chen Qingping knew this apprentice well. He liked to hide all his abilities and would not reveal them until he was forced to do so. Now that he has ambitions, he must reveal his strength.

"No need, I'm only 17 years old. I'm afraid I don't need to show off my second-rate perfection, right? By the way, let's not talk about Master for now. This disciple really brought you something good, take a look."

After Huang Lin finished speaking, he brought the big bucket over, opened the lid, and a burst of cold air came out.

"It looks like snake meat, but how could there be such a big snake?"

Chen Qingping stretched out his head and took a look. There were several large pieces of meat in the bucket, cut into pieces, with a slight fragrance.

"Hey, Master, this is my disciple's adventure outside Xiangyang City. This snake is called the Bodhisattva Snake, which is nearly three feet long. It took a lot of effort for my disciple to kill this guy."

Huang Lin said rather proudly.

"Well, it's a long way from Xiangyang to Huashan. The meat is not rotten and still has a delicate fragrance. It seems to be a strange beast."

The old man pinched the snake meat and was amazed.

"Master, this snake gallbladder has the effect of increasing internal strength. This disciple ate the gallbladder of this snake king and was able to open two serious breasts in a few days. This meat..."

Just as he was speaking, the old man turned his head and asked solemnly:

"Every genius treasure has a unique way of eating it. If the snake gallbladder is mild in medicinal properties, it shouldn't take you a few days to eat it. Is there some danger in the process?"

Huang Lin stared blankly at his master. This old man in the world was indeed right. He was going to ask about his Dantian later, but he didn't expect that the old man could hear the danger in his words.

"Well, it was quite dangerous. I almost exploded! In order to save myself, the disciple allowed his internal energy to circulate and purify in his Dantian before he could survive. Then it only took three hours to open up the last two meridians, but now the internal energy is still rotating in his Dantian.

, can’t stop.”

Huang Lin honestly told the old man his troubles.

"Reach out!"

The old man glared at him, pinched his pulse and examined it carefully.

After a while, he frowned and asked:

"I don't see anything wrong. Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"That's not true, but when I fight with others later, the disciple can use his momentum, but he is not very skilled yet."

"."

I'm just asking about your discomfort!

"Well, it's serious and perfect, and your sword-drawing technique suits your liking. It's not surprising that you can occasionally gather aura. I'll practice more in the future and you'll be familiar with it."

???

Huang Lin was a little confused. What does this have to do with sword drawing? He couldn't help but ask:

"I'm reciting Taoist scriptures, Master. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the sword-drawing technique."

Chen Qingping turned his head and looked at Huang Lin blankly. The master and apprentice looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes. The situation was inexplicably awkward.

"Come on, let's fight each other and see what your momentum is like."

What the master and apprentice said was somewhat misleading, but Chen Qingping finally came up with a solution.

"Uh, okay, but master, you have to let your disciples prepare."

The two men faced each other with swords outside the courtyard.

Chen Qingping, wearing a green robe and a single sword, stood relaxed and freehand, but like Yuan Tingyue Zhi, he exuded a strong aura, but did not show any momentum.

Huang Lin, on the other hand, stood with his feet separated from the front and back, his body leaning slightly, his right hand resting on the hilt of the sword, his eyes slightly closed, and his ponytail moving automatically.

After a long time, Chen Qingping became impatient. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed an aura coming from Huang Lin.

It’s really impressive!

This momentum is like a volcano about to erupt!

Chen Qingping immediately expanded his momentum accordingly.

Huang Lin suddenly felt that he was facing a towering mountain, which was steep and precipitous.

Is this Luoyan Peak?

He now felt that he was being suppressed. He could see with his eyes that the old man was standing like that, with flaws all over his body, but there was no flaw in the Luoyan Feng opposite him.

In desperation, he had no choice but to take action forcefully.
To be continued...