When Zhang Xinqiang counted to thirty, he already had an idea in his mind.
With one sword strike, the young man is defeated!
There was no sloppiness and it was very refreshing.
The young man dedicated his own blood.
Feeling the bleeding on his neck, the young man was shocked.
He was defeated, defeated so cleanly.
But Zhang Xinqiang said with a smile: "Thirty yuan stones!"
Well, thirty yuan stones are very delicious. At least this trip is not in vain. It is enough for me to stay in Huang Yunxian for a long time.
Everyone could see that Zhang Xinqiang was either competing with swords or earning Yuan Stone.
One move and one yuan stone, this is a good thing that cannot be found even with a lantern.
Everyone in the audience went crazy, wishing that it was themselves standing on the stage instead of Zhang Xinqiang.
"Pay!"
Zhang Xinqiang shouted, but there was no response.
The young man just sat on the ring, closing his eyes and concentrating.
In fact, it is about comprehending and appreciating the magnificence of that sword.
"Two sticks of incense, one piece of time... ugh!
No Yuan Stone!"
The notary's voice on the stage rang out again, but this time, before he could finish his voice, he flew out.
I don’t know how it flew out, but it was very neat.
He flew out and spat out a mouthful of blood.
There is an expert present, and this expert is very tall.
Zhang Xinqiang's forehead was dripping with sweat.
He felt that he was careless. Although such a young man was clumsy in swordsmanship, he was still a rich man.
In this world, rich people must have strength, otherwise they will not be able to keep their money.
So he stood on the ring and started muttering.
Who is Yi Fang? How strong is he? Can he beat him?
The final result is that he is not an opponent because he has not discovered the existence of the other party at all.
The boy sat there for a whole day.
One day later, he slowly opened his eyes, and a light flashed through his eyes.
"Thank you for your guidance, senior, and please accept me as your disciple!"
Zhang Xinqiang's brain was a little overwhelmed. He looked at the young man in white and began to scan the crowd.
"Give me money!"
The young man was slightly startled, and immediately took out thirty Yuan stones and handed them over.
With thirty yuan stones in hand, Zhang Xinqiang did not dare to stay long.
"Farewell!"
After saying that, he immediately ran off the stage, grabbed Mi Su and left.
"Let's go, get out of here quickly, there are experts on the other side!"
Mi Su also noticed it, and let Zhang Xinqiang hold her hand, her face turned red, and she just followed him.
"master!"
The young man was dumbfounded and quickly chased after him.
Two people were running in front, and one person was chasing behind them.
No one noticed that behind the three of them, an old man walked out slowly and followed him unhurriedly, like an ordinary person.
"Brother Zhang!"
I don’t know how long it took, but Mi Su finally spoke up.
Zhang Xinqiang subconsciously let go of the opponent's hand and took a deep breath: "The opponent has a master, but I may not be able to defeat him."
Mi Su nodded: "How about we go into the forest?"
Zhang Xinqiang shook his head: "I can't cause trouble to Xiaodie. Let's find a place to live first and see the situation."
"master!"
Just as the voice fell, the young man's voice sounded again, coming from a long distance away.
Soon, the young man caught up with him, staring closely at Zhang Xinqiang, and finally at Mi Su.
"Disciple, I have met my master and my wife!"
Zhang Xinqiang's head was covered with black lines. Mi Su's face turned red and she secretly glanced at Zhang Xinqiang.
"Brother Zhang, how about taking him in?"
Zhang Xinqiang stood there, messy in the wind.
"I have nothing to teach you. My strength is not as strong as the people behind you." Zhang Xinqiang shook his head and tried to calm himself down.
He couldn't offend this young man.
However, these words made the young man dumbfounded and he looked back at his back.
No one!
"Master's swordsmanship is so high that this disciple has never seen before. Regardless of your cultivation level, you are definitely the number one in this immortal world."
This hat is worn very high, at least Zhang Xinqiang finds it useful.
"I have a mission here in Huang Yunxian Land."
"Once a teacher, always a father. If the master and master have tasks, the apprentice will do it for them."
"This fairyland is too dangerous and you are too weak. I can't take care of you."
"There are disciples here. In this Huangyun Immortal Land, in this Immortal Realm from the three Immortal Mountains to the Twelve Immortal Mansion, no one dares to be disrespectful to the master and his wife."
Zhang Xinqiang pondered for a long time, feeling that this apprentice was too boastful and not rigorous.
"Are you rich?"
The young man was stunned for a moment: "Master, is he short of money?"
"Well, there was a shortage before, but now there is no shortage!"
Having said this, he looked back at Mi Su: "I can't take you in for now, my sword skills may not be suitable for you.
However, this is not a superb sword skill, I can teach you."
"Thank you, master!"
The young man was about to kneel down as he spoke, but was stopped by Zhang Xinqiang.
Looking at this handsome boy who could compete with his own son, Zhang Xinqiang didn't know what to feel.
"I can teach you, but whether you can learn it or not depends on you."
Zhang Xinqiang agreed, and the young man was ecstatic.
Three days later.
In a restaurant.
"Emperor cultivator, right? Watch my move carefully."
Zhang Xinqiang is not good at teaching, so he can only demonstrate it over and over again and repeat it step by step.
Even a genius might not be able to learn such a teaching like his.
This is what Misu thinks.
At this time, Mi Su was sitting in front of the stone table, making tea elegantly and looking at the two people silently.
One teaches wonderfully, and the other learns wonderfully.
Zhang Xinqiang took the sword and started to make gestures.
"This sword should be like this, um, do you understand?"
Emperor Xiu nodded fiercely, his face full of excitement, and then he also used the same move.
This move, no, it was a sword, a very clumsy sword.
It's completely different from what Zhang Xinqiang suggested.
But Zhang Xinqiang nodded: "Well, you are very smart, much better than my son."
Mi Su was confused when she heard this.
Is there anyone who can be a master like this? How can someone learn how to do it?
But the situation was beyond her expectation.
"Practice slowly first. When you have time, you can use this move to practice with others and gain more practical experience."
"Yes, master!"
Zhang Xinqiang recognized this apprentice this time. He felt that this apprentice was very smart and he might be very popular if he accepted him.
Emperor Xiu is practicing, and Zhang Xinqiang is also practicing.
Practicing sword practice every morning is a habit. This habit has been going on for so many years and cannot be changed at all.
Well, just like smoking, it has become a habit for him.
I originally thought that having an apprentice would help Zhang Xinqiang get rid of this habit.
Misu knew she was wrong.
Instead of letting Zhang Xinqiang relax, he became even busier.
Now every day, apart from going outside to listen to the story of the storyteller, the only two things left to communicate with Zhang Xinqiang are eating and sleeping.
Now there is an extra oil bottle and a light bulb.
"Master, I paid for a swordsman to test my sword skills."