It can be seen that Ding Qiurui is extremely satisfied with Lin Tian's talent.

He sat down on the stone seat carved with dragons and phoenixes next to him.

"Boy, if you become a disciple, I will teach you everything I have learned in my life!"

After Ding Qiurui sat down, his face was full of solemnity, and he shouted to Lin Tian again.

This old man has recruited many disciples, and they all have good talents.

It's a pity that it didn't satisfy him.

Just because he practices foreign martial arts.

Ordinary disciples cannot all take over his mantle.

He felt that this matter might become the biggest regret in his life.

Unexpected.

Lin Tian appeared!

Talk about it.

When Wu Dalang mentioned Lin Tianhou, he was very excited.

But the majestic Half-step Martial Lord must not lose his composure!

Facing Lin Tian, ​​he also maintained sufficient dignity.

He felt that it was a matter of course for Lin Tian to kneel down and pay homage to him!

"And... with your talent and my guidance, you have at least a 30% chance of becoming a Martial Lord!"

Ding Qiurui looked at Lin Tian in a daze, thinking he was frightened by the surprise, and immediately reminded him again: "Kneel down! Become a disciple now. We, the martial arts practitioners, do not need those red tapes, just keep it simple! Boy, what is in front of you is not

Dream is a great opportunity for you to change your life! Become a disciple!"

As he spoke, Ding Qiurui couldn't help but raise his hand and stroke the beard that barely existed on his chin.

He looked at Lin Tian, ​​and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

The seedling that was finally found, this kid must be polished well!

Ding Qiurui secretly made up his mind.

But on the opposite side, Lin Tian turned around from his daze and did not kneel down immediately.

"You want me to become your teacher?"

Lin Tian blinked at Ding Qiurui and said helplessly: "I don't want to become your teacher!"

What!

Don’t want to become a disciple?

Ding Qiurui's eyes widened and he didn't react for a moment.

"You said... you don't want to become my teacher?"

He stared at Lin Tian with a look of astonishment on his face.

At this moment, Ding Qiurui felt that he had heard wrongly, or that the young man in front of him was frightened and confused.

"Boy Lin Bei, please make it clear to me! I want you to become a disciple, and I will teach you martial arts throughout your life!"

Ding Qiurui solemnly shouted to Lin Tian again: "You said you don't want to be my teacher? It doesn't matter if you say the wrong thing, but if you miss the opportunity, there will be no next time!"

A lifetime of learning?

Just those rubbish martial arts stuff, what's there to learn?

Lin Tian complained secretly.

But he couldn't tell the old man directly, otherwise it would be too hurtful.

"Well...it's okay for me to become your disciple, but at least let me see how strong you are first?"

Lin Tian rolled his eyes slightly, then smiled and said: "If your ability to teach your disciples is too poor, and your own strength is of no use, wouldn't that be misleading your disciples? You'd better let me see how good you are first.

, I’ll make a decision again!”

Holy shit!

My level is too low?

Let’s first look at my level before making a decision?

Ding Qiurui suddenly stood up from his seat, his eyes widened as he stared at Lin Tian.

After confirming that Lin Tian was not joking, his old face suddenly darkened.

Good boy!

I, Ding Qiurui, have always been approached by others asking for apprenticeships, but it’s better for you that I have come in person, and you still have to take my exam!

What kind of anger is this old man feeling at this moment?

But thinking of Lin Tian's talent, he immediately suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Okay, okay...boy, I will convince you!"

Ding Qiurui smiled angrily and said coldly: "I am proficient in boxing, stick, sword, sword, spear, kick, internal force, and basic martial arts skills! Today, I will teach you all.

Show it! If you think it’s not working, point it out..."

Now Ding Qiurui is also angry.

He wanted to show his true ability and impress Lin Tian!

As for pointing it out?

The only person who can point out his problem may be a true martial master!

Come down.

Ding Qiurui started with boxing techniques and demonstrated them one by one.

Lin Tian watched quietly from the side, with a smile on his lips and no fluctuation in his expression.

A full half hour.

Ding Qiurui finally finished demonstrating many techniques, and even explained the basic martial arts techniques in detail.

Then he looked at Lin Tian and sneered: "I think as a member of Wuwanghai, you should have some basic understanding of martial arts! How can I fool you? The huge Wuwanghai, I dare to say that outside

Anyone who can surpass me in my family's skills will definitely not be more than one slap in the face! Can I become my disciple?"

Lin Tian smiled and shook his head helplessly.

"What do you mean? Still don't want to become a disciple?"

Ding Qiurui frowned and shouted.

He couldn't believe that he was actually here to beg someone else to become his disciple.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that it's impossible for me to accept you as my teacher!"

Lin Tian smiled faintly, looked directly at Ding Qiurui and said, "I shake my head because what you want to teach is so bad! You want me to learn so much rubbish from you?"

Ding Qiurui looked at Lin Tian and shook his head, thinking that Lin Tian couldn't see the power and was unwilling.

But who would have thought that it was because what he practiced was so bad!

Too bad?

So much garbage?

At this moment, Ding Qiurui could only think of countless Cao Niima roaring and roaring.

first!

This is the first time someone dares to call his stuff rubbish!

What he practices are all top martial arts techniques from outsiders, and there are so many people who want to become their teacher.

Now.

He took the initiative to accept Lin Tian as his disciple, but what he got was that what he practiced was rubbish.

"Boy, what I am practicing is too bad and rubbish?"

Ding Qiurui let out a few breaths of anger, tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, glared at Lin Tian, ​​gritted his teeth and shouted.

"That's not true! What you practice is considered to be the top among martial arts!"

Lin Tian smiled indifferently, waved his hand and said: "I mean, you are not practicing enough, your method is wrong, and your understanding is not in place! Naturally, good things will become garbage in your hands!"

"Hahahaha... What an arrogant junior! I want to accept you as my disciple, but now is a good time. Your words are not enough, your method is wrong, and your understanding is not good. Do you want to give me some advice?"

Ding Qiurui was so angry that he burst out laughing, his aura turned into a frenzy, there was a boom and explosion, and his clothes also rattled and swayed.

Lin Tian listened to his words and nodded sternly: "What's wrong with giving you some advice? I'll also let you know why I don't want you as my teacher!"

Then, Lin Tian began to briefly point out the flaws and flaws in Ding Qiurui's boxing technique, and finally talked about some of his own perfect views.

Ding Qiurui was dumbfounded when he saw Lin Tianzhen giving instructions seriously.

While listening to Lin Tian's long speech, he felt confused in his mind.

Because, at this moment, he was so angry!

"I'm so angry!"

Ding Qiurui waited for Lin Tian to speak, his whole body was trembling, and his face was livid with anger.

He roared angrily, raised his hand and pointed it at Lin Tian, ​​with energy surging in his palm.
Chapter completed!