3149. The third thousand one hundred and forty-nine chapters of thick soil!
"Senior, this junior has tried his best, but the strength of this old demon Zhuang is really above the junior."
Liu Zhengyang said while vomiting blood.
Old Demon Zhuang was in mid-air, laughing wildly and said: "Liu Zhengyang, I haven't seen you for a hundred years. I thought you could make much progress, but it's just like this. With this little strength, you dare to stop me?"
Then he looked at Qin Yu: "Boy, no one is protecting you now, please hand over that skill."
Qin Yu completely ignored Mr. Zhuang and looked at Liu Zhengyang instead.
He asked calmly: "You said before that you wanted to ask for something, but now you can say it."
Liu Zhengyang felt happy when he heard this.
No matter how hard I worked, it finally paid off.
He immediately stood up and knelt down to Qin Yu.
"This junior is determined to pursue martial arts. The day before yesterday, I saw that my senior was extremely powerful, and I yearn for him. I also asked my senior to accept me as my disciple."
Zhuang Laomo in the sky was stunned when he saw this, and laughed randomly: "Hahaha, Liu Zhengyang, you old guy is really getting better and better, and you actually want to worship such a boy as your teacher? Why don't you come and worship me as your teacher?
, how about I teach you the technique after I learn it?"
However, neither Liu Zhengyang nor Qin Yu looked at him, as if they regarded him as a man in the air. Zhuang Lao Mo's words suddenly stopped, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.
Qin Yu, who was on top of the carriage, was slightly startled at first, and then raised the corners of his mouth.
"I see."
"But being a disciple of my Taoist Master Xingchen is not that easy."
Liu Zhengyang knelt on the ground, bowed his head and shouted: "As long as the senior is willing to accept the junior as his disciple, the junior is willing to do the hard work!"
He wanted to take Qin Yu as his disciple, which he did after careful consideration.
He had seen Qin Yu's strength that night, and in his heart Qin Yu was definitely the true god of martial arts.
He himself has been practicing for hundreds of years and is well aware of his talent in martial arts.
Since reaching the late stage of the Martial Saint, his cultivation has gradually stagnated, and it has not improved much for decades.
If this continues, he thinks that he will probably only be able to reach the peak of the Martial Saint by hard work in his lifetime. It will be almost impossible to go further and reach the legendary realm of the Martial God.
Therefore, when a living martial god like Qin Yu appeared in front of him, he saw hope.
As long as he is a warrior, who is willing to stop before the highest realm?
He was not a warrior from a sect, he had no worries, and he had no nostalgia for power. It was only because of his friendship with Zhou Zhanyue in his early years and the favor he owed to the Zhou royal family that he protected the imperial city as a tribute.
Therefore, after Liu Zhengyang considered it, he ignored Zhou Zhanyue's efforts to stay, resigned from the position of being enshrined in Liang Guoda, and pursued him to become Qin Yu's disciple.
In fact, Zhou Zhanyue, the ancestor of Daliang, also had this idea in his heart. If Daliang hadn't really been unable to do without him, Zhou Zhanyue himself might have come to become a disciple of Liu Zhengyang.
Looking at Liu Zhengyang who was a little worried, Qin Yu said calmly: "It's not impossible, but your talent is too poor."
"Become a registered disciple first."
Liu Zhengyang was overjoyed when he heard this and quickly kowtowed to Qin Yu: "Disciple has met the master!"
"Don't be too busy worshiping me yet." Qin Yu said calmly: "Even if you are a registered disciple, it's not that easy to be a disciple."
Liu Zhengyang was shocked: "Master means..."
At this time, Mr. Zhuang Mo in mid-air could no longer bear it any longer.
Qin Yu and Liu Zhengyang were talking as if no one was watching, simply ignoring him.
As the black-clothed old devil who once made the warriors of Daliang change their color after hearing this, how could Old Devil Zhuang bear such contempt?
"Hmph, you are arrogant, let me teach you how to behave in the world today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his palm and grabbed it towards the carriage.
For a moment, there was a strong wind between heaven and earth, and the violent hurricane gathered in his hand, turning into a giant hand hundreds of feet high, and grabbed it towards the carriage.
"Great Luo Fengzhang!"
Although he looked down on Qin Yu, he would not underestimate his enemy in his heart.
After all, even if Liu Zhengyang is far inferior to him, he is still a real Martial Saint. He would respect Qin Yu so much and want to become his disciple. Even if Qin Yu is not a Martial God, he is probably a peak Martial Saint like him.
Therefore, he immediately used his unique skills as soon as he took action.
This Great Luo Feng Palm can draw the winds of heaven and earth for its own use, and its power is infinite. Even among divine martial arts, it is an extremely powerful move. Even a high mountain will be instantly wiped out by the hurricane. At the same time,
There are very few people in the class who can take it.
However, the moment this infinitely powerful wind palm was about to touch the carriage, it suddenly dissipated and turned into nothingness, as if it had never existed.
"What?" Mr. Zhuang was shocked.
He didn't even see how his move was cracked.
At the same time, Qin Yu on the carriage finally noticed Mr. Zhuang and glanced at him like a demon.
"Noisy!"
This casual glance, like the glare of a god or demon, made Mr. Zhuang tremble all over.
It was a sense of crisis and terror just like when a mortal faced a wild beast. The trembling in his heart was involuntary and difficult to suppress.
A chill surged from the depths of his soul, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his mind was swaying, and he almost fell from the sky.
When he came to his senses, he quickly backed away as if he was frightened. He retreated dozens of miles away and looked at the carriage with fear.
"Who is this kid...? Is he really the God of War?"
For a moment, Mr. Zhuang was a little worried.
But Qin Yu turned around, touched his chin and said: "Well, as a test for entry, you should send that village away first. Only after you pass the test can you be considered an entry-level disciple of my Xingchen Taoist priest."
"Ah?" Liu Zhengyang was stunned for a moment, and then he said with a bitter look on his face: "This... Mr. Zhuang's skills are so profound that his disciples are really no match for him!!"
"It wasn't true just now, but it's not necessarily true now."
Qin Yu said calmly, and at the same time, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on Liu Zhengyang's Tianling Cap.
Liu Zhengyang's body shook for a moment, as if he had been struck by lightning.
After a while, he recovered, his eyes filled with surprise.
"This skill is called the True Skill of Thousand Earth. You will be given one hour to do it."
Qin Yu smiled calmly: "After an hour, go and send him away."
"If you can't do it, you are not qualified to be my disciple, Taoist Xingchen, and I will take back this technique."
