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Chapter 169, Bouncing the Cup

Yan Ting glanced at Gu Feichun with great contempt, raised the corner of his mouth, flicked the corner of his clothes, strolled up to Gu Feichun, and blocked his way.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Gu? His skills are 30% useless, how do you feel?" Yan Ting sneered and mocked.

Gu Feichun's face was gloomy. He glared at Yan Ting and cursed angrily: "Get out of here, a good dog won't block the way."

"A good dog doesn't block the way, but you always block my way. You can't be considered a good dog." Yan Ting lowered his voice, and his face gradually became cold and sinister: "I usually treat wild dogs like you.

He was killed directly, but considering that you are 30% physically and mentally disabled, I will let you live a little longer."

The bridge of Gu Feichun's nose rose slightly and his face twitched. He gritted his teeth and said with half-squinted eyes: "Yan Ting, if I don't kill you, I will take your surname."

"No!" Yan Ting hurriedly refused: "If you, a scum like you, change your surname to Yan because of me, how will I face the ancestors of my Yan tribe? If they find out, they will not be able to climb out of the ground and strangle them to death.

I'm so embarrassed!" Yan Ting said the last three words very seriously, and Gu Feichun was already trembling with anger.

Seeing his appearance, Yan Ting couldn't be happier. He couldn't beat him, but he could make Gu Feichun feel a little happier. The bad temper he had been feeling these days was finally gone.

Gu Feichun suppressed the anger in his heart and his face became slightly lighter. He suddenly let out a sharp and weird laugh and said: "We'll see, there are still five months left. Let me see how long you can be arrogant?"

"These words are also for you." Yan Ting looked directly into Gu Feichun's sinister eyes, and Gu Feichun walked past Yan Ting indifferently.

Yan Ting geared up, exhaled a heavy breath, and returned to his position without saying a word.

Buyunya knew that he could not help at this moment, and his words of comfort seemed useless, so he simply remained silent like Yan Ting and buried his head in eating. Qin Feiling snorted slightly and was too lazy to say anything.

As the first person to enter the Tianxin Tower, Liu Yuetian, coupled with his traditional behavior style and polite attitude towards others, naturally cannot be idle. He goes everywhere to drink and talk to people and talk about their concerns. Most of the inner courtyard disciples

I also have a very good impression of this senior brother who has no airs. The banquet has not officially started yet, and there are groups of three or five in Tianxin Tower, making it very lively.

"Senior Brother Wu is here too."

In Tianxin Tower, a voice sounded, and everyone looked back. A man in black came in at the door. He was tall, powerful, and unusually tall. He was nearly one foot tall, which made him very attractive in Tianxin Tower.

Wu Xu didn't say hello to anyone and walked straight up to the second floor. When he passed in front of Yan Ting, Yan Ting's eyes widened and she stared at him, sighing secretly: "It's so tall, you can't even take half of my head."

OK."

In fact, Yan Ting is not short among his peers, and is even above the average height. But those who have no choice but to go with him, except Qin Feiling and Buyunya, are all taller than him. Mo Xuanzhang is more than half a head taller than him, and Tang Li

Almost everyone else is more than two inches taller than him, which makes him look shorter.

"Why, are you envious?" Qin Feiling sat aside and joked.

"What does it have to do with you?" Yan Ting said fiercely.

Next, the old students who had been hospitalized for ten years entered Tianxin Tower one after another. The last one to come in was the one with the strongest talent in the past twenty years, and the one with the highest cultivation level among the disciples in the inner courtyard today.

Zhao Xiuning.

His arrival caused cheers on the scene.

Zhao Xiuning is dressed in white. He is suave but indifferent. He is like a snowy plum blooming proudly in the cold snow. He is fearless and fearless. He is very handsome. Compared with Liu Yuetian, he is less solemn and more casual.

, less gentle and more arrogant.

He is also not domineering, but is intimidating, so much so that after ten years in the inner courtyard, the only one who can be called his friend is Liu Yuetian, because only Liu Yuetian can tolerate his temper.

When Liu Yuetian saw Zhao Xiuning, his appearance that was immersed in talking with everyone changed instantly, and his eyes became a little more solemn. His expression changed from nervousness to relief and then relaxation, to a sigh of self-recognition, and finally to infinite appreciation.

This series of changes fully illustrates that Liu Yuetian only admires Zhao Xiuning as a friend and respects his brother.

"He has made another breakthrough. He is twenty-six years old and has reached the eighth level of Yuandao." Liu Yuetian murmured to himself, and then smiled calmly. In this life, he probably won't be able to catch up with him.

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When Zhao Xiuning passed by Yan Ting, he glanced at him gently and then left as if nothing had happened.

All ten people arrived, and the banquet officially began. Vice Dean Long Qianye led the elders into Tianxin Tower and was responsible for hosting the banquet and maintaining order.

"Everyone, today is the graduation day for the ten senior brothers who entered the inner courtyard ten years ago. It is very worthy of celebration. For the past ten years, they have practiced hard in the inner courtyard and are unwilling to be left behind. Their positive and progressive spirit deserves our respect and learning. Come,

Let us toast these ten senior brothers together." Long Qianye first raised his wine glass and toasted to the ten people on the second floor, and then everyone raised their wine glasses and toasted to them.

The ten graduating disciples hurriedly responded. After a glass of wine, Long Qianye continued: "In the past ten years, I have witnessed their rise, strength and transformation. They have grown from a carefree child who is ignorant of the world.

They have become today's ambitious, world-minded, powerful, and responsible strong men. Their graduation is the glory of Zhulu Academy and a blessing to the world. They will travel across the continent with Zhulu's character, and they will abide by Zhulu's

Follow the rules and practice them throughout your life. This second cup, we respect them for abiding by the principles and wish them a bright future and a successful career!"

With that said, Long Qianye poured the second glass of wine himself and drank it.

All the elders and disciples poured wine and drank the cup.

"This third cup, we honor them for living up to their original aspirations, wishing them to be famous all over the world, stick to the right path throughout their lives, Zhulu Academy, and your names will always be remembered."

As the third glass of wine was consumed, Long Qianye exhaled happily and said: "The banquet has begun, everyone enjoys it."

Long Qianye walked up to the second floor and sat at the same table as Zhao Xiuning. Zhao Xiuning stood up and bowed to salute, but Long Qianye stopped him with one hand.

"Why do you and I need to be so polite?" Long Qianye said with a faint smile.

"It is natural for a disciple to worship his master. No matter how indifferent the disciple is, the gift of master and disciple must not be discarded easily." Zhao Xiuning, who had always been casual, could actually say such cautious words at this moment. He only treated many elders with indifference.

Just nod and clasp your fists in salute.

Just because he is Long Qianye's personal disciple.

"Xiu Ning, ten years is not easy, but now, we are about to part ways." Long Qianye sighed softly, ten years is a long time, but it is also so short.

These hours of teaching Zhao Xiuning were the happiest days of his life. Seeing Zhao Xiuning's cultivation improve by leaps and bounds, he, as a master, would naturally be proud of it.

"Master, the days are still long in the future. It's not like I won't come back to see you. Why are you so sad?" Zhao Xiuning said with a faint smile.

"Yeah, it's a great day to talk about something happy. I know you won't stay in Zhulu Academy. When you reach your level of cultivation, staying in the academy is meaningless. You should yearn for a broader world, where is

Your stage." Long Qianye said.

Zhao Xiuning looked calm and said: "Master, if you have nothing to do, why not accept Yan Ting or Mo Xuanzhang as your disciples? Their talents are not inferior to mine." At this point, Zhao Xiuning smiled bitterly and changed his words: "

No, it’s far beyond me.”

Long Qianye's eyes trembled slightly. With Zhao Xiuning's temperament, it was not impossible but very difficult to admit that someone was better than him. Even Xiang Xinyue was just worthy of his approval. But now, he

He actually looked at Yan Ting and Mo Xuanzhang differently.

Sensing Long Qianye's strange gaze, Zhao Xiuning smiled and said: "Master, don't be surprised. Xiuning has read a lot of books in the past ten years. Whether it is his character or vision, he is no longer comparable to the young kid back then.

In terms of judging people, I am quite accurate. Yan Ting has no soul, but his combat power is far higher than that of people in the same realm. My Cauldron of Creation is nothing compared to Mo Xuanzhang's Magic Eye of the Sky. His

The attainments in swordsmanship are even more outstanding, and with these two people here, Zhulu Academy will only be more brilliant."

Long Qianye suddenly laughed, and his eyes at Zhao Xiuning became even more pleased: "You have really grown up. I, Long Qianye, will live my life in vain by having you as my disciple."

"Master, how is it?"

Long Qianye sighed slightly and said: "I want to accept it, but it's scary because I'm not qualified."

Zhao Xiuning looked puzzled and asked: "With your cultivation level, are you not qualified enough?"

"Haha, Xiuning, sometimes I am a

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A qualified teacher does not just look at cultivation. They are different from you. You have no worries, no distractions, and are proud but not arrogant. That’s why I taught you. Yan Ting and Mo Xuanzhang are too arrogant.

They always want to take charge of everything, so I can give them some advice, but I can't be their master."

"Being a master, doesn't it mean guiding your disciples in their cultivation?" Zhao Xiuning asked.

"You will understand later that guidance and teaching are two different concepts. They are on the same path but have different paths. If you are optimistic about them, why not take this opportunity to give them guidance as well?" Long Qianye said with a smile.

Zhao Xiuning held the wine glass and gently rubbed his thumb on the wall of the glass. Suddenly he looked at Yan Ting, who was grabbing something to eat with Buyunya, his fingers slightly bent, and then he popped out straight, and the porcelain cup flew, spinning and hitting Yan Ting.

Yan Ting was grabbing the chicken legs when his face suddenly darkened. He reached out his left hand instantly and held the porcelain cup in his hand with one hand. However, the porcelain cup could suddenly stop after rotating at high speed, but the wine did not.

The wine in the cup spilled out due to inertia, splashing Yan Ting's face.

Yan Ting raised his sleeves, slowly wiped the wine from his face, and then cursed with great indignation: "Who is so incompetent that they can throw the cup around and still not drink the wine completely?"

After hearing this, Tianxin Tower fell into dead silence, not because of Yan Ting's rage, but because Zhao Xiuning stood up, stood on the edge of the wooden railing, and said indifferently: "It's me."

"You...this..." Yan Ting was immediately speechless. If any blind Tianyuan realm disciple had smashed it, he would have scolded him and hit him. It would have been fine. But this Zhao Xiuning really couldn't open his mouth.

"Yan Ting, I heard that you fought one against a hundred at Fengyuntai some time ago, which was very impressive. Why can't you even accept a glass of wine today?" Zhao Xiuning's contemptuous words clearly reached everyone's ears.

At this time, everyone was wondering, why did Zhao Xiuning target Yan Ting today?

"How do I know there is wine in this glass? If there is no wine, wouldn't I just catch it?" Yan Ting was ridiculed by Zhao Xiuning, and her face didn't look good, so she retorted, but no one saw Yan Ting's face.

Above, a moment of ferocity flashed through.

His left hand was shaking slightly and he was half clenching his fist.

"Oh, really, then if the thing that hits you next time is not a cup, but a knife, will you catch it with your hand?"

Yan Ting's expression suddenly changed. What did Zhao Xiuning mean by these words?

"A cup bounces into your hand. Did you catch it after you knew it was a cup, or did you realize it was a cup after catching it? After catching it, why did your hand tremble? After catching it, why did your face

Will the drink be spilled?"

The series of questions made Yan Ting frown. He opened his left hand, the palm of his hand was already red, the cup was broken, and the pieces were held in his hand.

His hand hurt, but it was not from the fragments, but from the cup hitting him when he held the cup. The cup was rotating very fast and with great force. Even he felt the pain.

of pain.

Of course, he had no doubt that this was because of Zhao Xiuning's high cultivation level.

A cup of late-stage Yuan Dao bullets is powerful enough to kill a late-stage Tianyuan.

"Yan Ting, when I played the cup, I didn't use my vitality. I just used the strength of an ordinary Yuan Luo, but it was able to hurt you. Do you know why?" Zhao Xiuning spoke again.

Yan Ting shook his head.

"The way you picked it up is wrong. If you don't believe it, you can bounce it back." Zhao Xiuning said with a smile.

Yan Ting was dubious, and grabbed a glass full of wine on the table with his right hand, and threw it towards Zhao Xiuning. The cup rotated clockwise and hit Zhao Xiuning. He used great force, and the cup instantly came to Zhao Xiuning like an arrow.

.

Not seeing Zhao Xiuning's vitality, he threw out his right hand extremely quickly. The moment he held the wine glass, his right hand fell to the right. At the same time, his body turned to the right and retreated, spinning twice in mid-air before landing safely.

He stood at the railing again and opened his right hand. The glass was intact and not a drop of wine was spilled.

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