"?"

On one side, Xin Gugu was stunned. Is this really the Seven Swordsman? Why is he recruiting disciples everywhere?

He was still immersed in the misty words of the three people and could not get out of it. A moment ago, he saw the gloomy face of Mr. Siren and was about to kill the shameless Xiao Wanfeng.

Why are you recruiting disciples all of a sudden?

"I……"

To everyone's surprise, when faced with the sudden opportunity, Xiao Wanfeng did not choose to accept the opportunity, but instead said with an embarrassed face and full of hesitation: "Senior, I, I..."

"You do not want?"

Seeing this guy's reaction, the people from Meisi were also startled.

What happened today?

In the past, he was always successful in recruiting disciples, but he was rejected twice in a row?

"yes!"

Xiao Wanfeng struggled for a long time, gritted his teeth and said bravely: "Junior is indeed very confused about the way of swordsmanship, and wants to get answers, but he wants me to become a disciple... To be honest, senior, what Xu Shao said is actually the junior.

What’s in my heart, my sword, I want to go by myself!”

Becoming a master means learning the swordsmanship from the master.

But as for Xiao Wanfeng, he had already figured out his own path after more than ten years of hard work.

If a problem can be solved, that's naturally good.

But if he gives up his chosen path now and turns around and learns the path of the Seven Swords Immortals, maybe one day in the future, he may really become the next Seven Swords Immortals and the successor of the Meisi people.

But as long as the Meisi people don't become saints, it will be impossible for him, Xiao Wanfeng, to break through the Meisi people's path and walk in front of him.

For Xiao Wanfeng, the Eighth Sword Immortal is the object of his worship.

What he wants is to follow the path of the Eighth Sword Immortal, stand on the shoulders of his predecessors, and create his own way of swordsmanship.

To put it another way...

He is ambitious!

He refuses to be mediocre!

Today, let alone a native of Meisi, even if Ba Zunzun was seeking to accept a disciple, Xiao Wanfeng would immediately refuse.

Maybe the sword thought is also very tempting, but what if the Eighth Sword Immortal cannot take that step in the end?

In this world, there is currently only one person who can truly become a god with swordsmanship.

That is the true legend of the Sword God of the Eastern Region—Sword God, Gulouying!

Perhaps at such a weak moment, Xiao Wanfeng was even embarrassed to tell the real reason why he refused to become a disciple, but he really realized it clearly...

Every sword cultivator wants to rely on their own swordsmanship to become a god, but there are only a few who can truly uphold their true intentions from beginning to end and not be tempted by external things.

The Eighth Sword Immortal counts as one, the others...

It seems to be gone.

"But I, Xiao Wanfeng, want to be the second one!"

The Meisi people's invitation to become a disciple, at this moment, turned into a sailing wind that solidified the direction of Xiao Wanfeng's lonely boat in the sea of ​​heart.

Xiao Wanfeng's heart was howling.

He couldn't say anything, but his piercing eyes met Mei Siren's questioning look.

Even if he rejects the other party, he is not afraid at all.

"Hahaha..." Mei Siren suddenly raised his head and laughed.

He was really happy.

I accepted a disciple twice today, but was rejected twice.

But the long-lost joy in my heart turned out to be so wonderful.

For him, he actually doesn't know when, accepting disciples became a means to verify the sword cultivator's true intentions.

The opportunity given by the Seven Swordsmen is indeed a real opportunity for every swordsman.

But for the swordsman who really has the final direction, it is a roadblock and a stumbling block!

Those who failed to reject themselves did not make the wrong choice.

Because they know that their future is limited, they choose to take a shortcut recognized by the world and reach the top from a different angle. What is wrong with this?

But for a truly indomitable swordsman, roadblocks are roadblocks, and stumbling blocks are stumbling blocks.

To put it bluntly, the Sword Immortal is just a Sword Immortal.

He is not a sword master, let alone a sword god!

People who reject themselves may be said to be ignorant of good and bad, and are too ambitious. Even 99.99% of them give up halfway, which is not uncommon.

But even if only one person succeeds in the rest.

His future achievements will definitely be above those of the Seven Swordsmen!

"Xiao Wanfeng..."

Mei Siren murmured and patted the young man on the shoulder: "I respect your choice. During this period, I will still be here. If you have any questions about the sword, you can come and ask me at any time."

After saying this, he turned back.

"Thank you, senior!"

Xiao Wanfeng was overjoyed and immediately bowed to express his thanks. The veins in his hands that were holding the wooden sword so tightly bulged with excitement.

It's a good thing he doesn't have spiritual energy.

Otherwise, the wooden sword accompanying him all the way would probably break if he lost his composure at this moment.

"Good guy..."

Xu Xiaoshou really glanced at this young man.

He rejected the Meisi people because he was "proficient in swordsmanship".

But Xiao Wanfeng really relied on his own perseverance to resist the temptation.

I would like to ask how many sword cultivators in the world can choose to refuse when Mr. Si Ren said, "You are willing to be Lao Chen's disciple"?

"Congratulations, all roads lead to Rome, but you chose the most difficult one. You may have to work hard for a hundred more years, or you may fall short in the end, and your swordsmanship will completely collapse." Xu Xiaoshou sighed and faced

Xiao Wanfeng congratulated.

"Isn't the same true for Mr. Xu?" Xiao Wanfeng smiled. At this moment, his heart was firm, his spine straight, and he felt that his future was infinitely bright.

Rejection, rebirth...suddenly become equivalent.

After all, I have rejected even the Seven Sword Immortals. Who else in the world can hope to gain my Taoist heart?

"We are different..."

Xu Xiaoshou laughed and said nothing, but wanted to find Xin Gugu and prepare a room for the frustrated Mr. Siren.

But when he turned around, Xin Gugu had already run up to the old man.

"Senior, senior, as the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting. Although I didn't have much respect for you outside just now, even though I have never fought with a sword."

"But as the old saying goes, the best time to plant a tree, except ten years ago, is now."

Xin Gugu grabbed Mei Siren's robe, bowed, and burst into tears: "The two of them don't know how to praise, and they rejected their seniors. I'm different. I want to learn swordsmanship. Please accept me as...Pfft!"

"Pia" sound.

The Meisi man folded his fan and printed the left side of Xin Gugu's face red, knocking his words away.

"Shut up."

"Uh, senior, junior, you're not joking. It doesn't matter if you are rejected. Look at me. Don't think I'm old just because I'm the throne. In fact, that's because I'm a genius. I'm not much older than Mr. Xu.

I can still learn the sword now..."

"Pia!"

There was another sound, and the right side of Xin Gugu's face was also slapped red.

He was about to cry: "That's not right, why can the two of them be taken in, but not me? I don't accept it, I am also very powerful, I can kick that Xu away..."

"Being sarcastic, passive value, +1."

Xu Xiaoshou swiped the head of a flying whip, and Xin Gugu's body spun around, directly embedding it on the wall panel in the shape of a "Wu" character.

"Bang!"

There was a loud sound in the hall.

Xiao Wanfeng's eyelashes trembled and his body trembled. Looking at Xin Gugu whose head was almost wiped out, his heart trembled for no reason.

"What, what's going on, he, he, he...isn't he the throne?"
Chapter completed!