When he walked to the west of the city, the old man placed Zhou Rui in a dilapidated temple, lay in the haystack for a while, waiting for Zhou Rui to wake up.
The old man didn't know how long he had slept. He was clever and his ears were frozen for a few times and then he heard Zhou Rui's sound of sleeping.
"Boy, you're finally awake."
It was already dark, Zhou Rui rubbed his eyes and looked around and asked, "How could I be here?"
"You have to thank me for this. You fell asleep after drinking my wine. I pity my old bones and brought you here."
Zhou Rui felt a headache and had no strength in his limbs, so he reluctantly said, "Thank you, senior."
Zhou Rui looked around and asked, "Where has the kitten that has been following me?"
"Oh." said the old man: "I think it's a kitten, so I don't care about it. I've only brought you here."
Zhou Rui thought to himself: "If Bai Yue knew that she had fallen asleep, she shouldn't have left alone. What happened?"
The old man asked, "Young man, where are you from?"
"I am a disciple of the Dongjian Sect. I go down the mountain to do something under the order of my master."
In desperation, Zhou Rui had to pretend to be a disciple of the Dongjian Sect.
"Dongjian Sect." The old man seemed to be thinking about something and asked, "Who are you following?"
"Zhao Zhongtian."
Zhao Zhongtian's name is famous, and the person who knows a little bit of martial arts on the entire continent has never heard of this name.
"Oh?" the old man looked at Zhou Rui in surprise and asked, "I heard that Zhao Zhongtian recruits disciples every year are the most powerful younger generation in the Dongjian Sect. If you are his disciple, your martial arts must be good."
"Sir, please give me a thumbs up..."
Before Zhou Rui could finish his words, the old man kicked him in one leg.
After avoiding the old man's sudden attack, Zhou Rui took several steps in a row.
"Senior, why are you?"
The old man stroked his beard and said, "My trick is an introductory martial arts from Beilutang, called Qiufeng Leaf Legs."
The autumn wind falls leaves legs are a set of human-level intermediate martial arts. The martial arts level is not high, but the moves are varied and mostly rely on leg skills. It is a martial art that every disciple of the Beile Hall must practice.
"Could this old man be testing me if I am from the Dongjian Sect?"
Zhou Rui thought about this and showed off his unique skills, a set of Changhong sword technique.
"Old man, you have to look at it. This is the introductory martial arts of our Dongjian Sect."
The old man nodded and said, "It is indeed the Changhong sword technique of the Dongjian Sect. I don't know whether it is true or not."
"Hmph." Zhou Rui sneered and said, "That's better for the old man to try it yourself."
Zhou Rui did not have a sword in his hand, but the two fingers of the sword's right hand stretched out to turn into a sharp sword.
Sword technique emphasizes accuracy, speed, and then strength.
As long as Zhou Rui's fingers are accurate enough, they can still hit the old man's meridian acupoints.
"The rainbow passes through the sun!"
Zhou Rui once again used the long-lost sword technique.
Since he went to the demon world, Zhou Rui rarely fought with others, but just focused on cultivating his inner energy.
The old man was not vague and counterattacked him when he saw a move.
One move of "sweeping the fallen leaves" breaks Zhou Rui's "long rainbow runs through the sun"
"The old senior is so old, but I didn't expect that his movements are still so flexible."
Fist is afraid of being young!
Although I have higher internal strength when I practice, my hands are still much slower after all.
But the old man in front of him seemed to be ineffective at all, but instead became more and more energetic.
"The old man has such a strong internal force!"
Zhou Rui vaguely felt that the old man's internal strength should be above him.
"Little baby, you are not bad either. You have such martial arts at a young age. No wonder you can become Zhao Zhongtian's apprentice."
The old man really admired Zhou Rui a lot. After all, Zhou Rui was only eighteen years old and was comparable to him now. This shows how it is.
Zhou Rui had not yet woken up completely, and his soles were still soft. It was only a matter of time to drag him down and find his own space by his opponent.
Zhou Rui started to move his internal energy, and combined with his internal energy, he replaced the sword move with the sword technique of the Xuantian Nineteen Swords.
"Oh?" The old man concentrated on looking at Zhou Rui's move "Xuantian Nineteen Swords!"
"You understand."
The old man sneered and replaced his martial arts with a set of thirty-six-way mountain legs.
This set of martial arts is relatively high and is already a low-level martial arts at the ground level. It can be regarded as several martial arts that the old man has used.
The blue internal energy was running between Zhou Rui's fingers, and the nineteen swords of Xuantian were varied, making the old man unable to figure out what the next move was.
After all, the old man is not a vegetarian. Years of practical experience quickly helped the old man think of a way to crack it.
The old man kicked him and aimed at Zhou Rui's sword.