Liu Zhengyang's expression suddenly became solemn: "I will obey my master's orders."
As soon as he finished speaking, he sat down cross-legged in front of the carriage and began to meditate and experience the skills he had just acquired.
When Old Demon Zhuang in the distance heard Qin Yu's words, he became furious.
In his opinion, Qin Yu was just too unpredictable, but he looked down on himself too much.
Even if you are really a martial arts god and you are not your opponent, what does Liu Zhengyang mean?
If he had used all his strength just now, he would have defeated Liu Zhengyang within a quarter of an hour.
If you learn kung fu temporarily for only an hour, even if it is a divine grade kung fu, can you still surpass yourself? Besides, who can cultivate to the realm of martial saint, why haven't they learned one or two divine grade kung fu?
However, although he was angry, he did not attack.
The look Qin Yu gave him just now really shocked him.
Besides, his proud trick was easily cracked, which already made Mr. Zhuang feel very excited.
At this time, he had already begun to think about quitting.
But he was really unwilling to leave like this, and Qin Yu's words also made him feel unhappy.
"Hmph, I would like to see what magical skills you taught me that made Liu Zhengyang want to deal with me in an hour."
Old Demon Zhuang planned in his mind that he would defeat Liu Zhengyang later and make Qin Yu look ugly, and then look for an opportunity to retreat.
As for that skill, he didn't want to give up. Even if he couldn't deal with Qin Yu or the little girl, there would always be a chance in the future.
Therefore, he simply waited aside and watched Liu Zhengyang meditate coldly.
An hour passed quickly, but Liu Zhengyang was still sitting cross-legged on the same spot, with no visible changes.
In the car, Lu Wuhui kept looking at the two of them with wide eyes. An hour passed and he was already feeling sleepy.
Old Demon Zhuang sneered in his heart, no matter what technique you use, what can you do in an hour?
But the next moment, his eyes widened.
I saw the aura on Liu Zhengyang's body changing suddenly.
An extremely tyrannical momentum rose into the sky, as if it were real.
Immediately afterwards, Liu Zhengyang opened his eyes and let out a long roar.
It was already dark at this time, and even the clouds in the sky were dispersed by Liu Zhengyang's roar, revealing the bright moon.
Lu Wuhuan, who was dozing off, was startled and almost fell off the carriage.
"Sudden...breakthrough?"
Mr. Zhuang was stunned and in disbelief.
This time Liu Zhengyang suddenly broke through his original realm and reached the same peak level as him as a martial saint.
"How is it possible? In just one hour..."
Liu Zhengyang had already stood up, first bowed to Qin Yu, and then turned back to look at Mr. Zhuang.
"Old Ghost Zhuang, come and fight me!"
With his loud shout, the surrounding mountains seemed to be shaking.
Zhuang Laomo gritted his teeth: "So what if I break through? It has been a hundred years since I broke through to the peak of Martial Saint. Even if you break through, you are still no match for me!"
Before he finished speaking, Liu Zhengyang had already attacked.
Old Demon Zhuang also shouted angrily and did not give in.
Both sides used one palm to strike each other.
Boom!
The earth shook for a moment, and a crack opened under the two people's feet. It continued a hundred miles away and was as wide as a hundred feet, directly forming a small rift valley.
A violent shock wave filled the sky and the earth, and the vegetation within dozens of miles around was lifted up. Only the carriage nearby was calm, as if all the forces calmed down when approaching the carriage.
After this confrontation, Mr. Zhuang's expression suddenly changed.
During the exchange of blows, he only felt the endless and solemn power coming from the opponent's palm. His own palm power could hardly support it and collapsed.
And this was just the beginning. Liu Zhengyang struck out one palm after another, and the power of each palm was heavier than before. Zhuang Laomo felt as if he was competing with the entire earth.
The two sides exchanged only a few dozen palms. In the face-to-face confrontation without any fancy, Old Demon Zhuang could not hold himself up, and the flesh and blood of his arms burst open. His whole body was blown away, and blood spurted out wildly.
"Humph, it turns out you only have this little strength."
Liu Zhengyang retracted his palm and did not pursue the victory. He just looked at Old Demon Zhuang coldly and said.
Then he turned back to the carriage and saluted Qin Yu again.
"Master, my disciple has fulfilled his master's orders and has defeated this old ghost. It is entirely up to the master to decide whether to kill him or not."
Qin Yu nodded slightly: "It's just a small role. Not bad. If you pass the test, from now on, you can call yourself a registered disciple of Taoist Xingchen."
In this world, Qin Yu is just a passerby, and he will leave soon.
Before leaving, Qin Yu changed his previous principles and did not mind accepting a few more registered disciples. Perhaps, over time, he would have unexpected gains.
When Liu Zhengyang heard this, his face showed a look of ecstasy.
"Thank you Master!"
On the other side, in the distance, Old Demon Zhuang was lying on the ground, the shock in his heart could not be greater.
"How is it possible...it only lasts an hour? What kind of skill is this?"
Liu Zhengyang turned around and said calmly: "Thick Earth True Skill!"
"The True Skill of Thick Earth..."
Zhuang Laomo murmured.
Suddenly, he climbed up from the ground and rushed towards the carriage quickly.
Liu Zhengyang was furious when he saw this: "How brave! Master spared your life, but you still dare to commit murder?"
He was about to take action when he saw Old Demon Zhuang rushing to the front of the carriage. Suddenly his knees bent and he knelt on the ground, his body bowed to the ground.
"Junior Zhuang Guming, please accept me as your disciple, senior!"
Liu Zhengyang: "..."
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A few days later, Qinzhou City, at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain.
A carriage came from the east. The carriage was pulled by an old yellow horse, but the carriage was driven by two old men with wrinkled faces.
"Master, we will arrive at Qingfeng Mountain soon."
The old man on the left raised his head and spoke respectfully to the young man in white lying on the roof of the car.
The old man on the right looked at the ordinary Qingfeng Mountain and said with some confusion: "Master, what is so special about Qingfeng Mountain? Why do you come here?"
The old man on the left said angrily: "Old Ghost Zhuang, why are you shouting? Master has not agreed to accept you as his disciple!"
If there was a well-informed martial arts master from Daliang here, he would probably be stunned.
Of the two old men driving the carriage, one was Liu Zhengyang, the high priest of the Daliang royal family, and the other was the famous black-clothed old devil who ran rampant in Daliang hundreds of years ago.
Two powerful Martial Saints standing at the top of Tianwu Continent were driving people's carriages at this moment.
The young man on the roof of the car is naturally Qin Yu.
Old Demon Zhuang chuckled: "Liu Zhengyang, you are just a registered disciple. How can you comment on whether Master will accept you as a disciple or not?"
Liu Zhengyang snorted coldly: "Even if you are a registered disciple, you are not worthy of being one!"
Zhuang Laomo sneered: "If there is no master to teach me the skills, how can you be my opponent? I am not worthy, so you are not worthy? If you are not convinced, then you don't need to use your true skills to spar with me?"
Liu Zhengyang was furious: "You don't dare, I? Come, get out of the car and fight with me! If you lose, you can leave on your own!"
"That's exactly what I meant!"
At this moment, a clear child's voice sounded from inside the carriage.
"Stop making noise, you are disturbing my practice!"
Liu Zhengyang and Zhuang Laogui paused in their words at the same time, and then replied with a low eyebrow: "Yes, senior sister!!"