Chapter 455: We are at the same level, so what’s there to be afraid of?

"Is this situation... normal?"

Su Qian looked at the mess on the ground and spoke nervously.

"Well……"

Lu Yao looked at the rubble on the ground, his Adam's apple moving slightly.

How can I put it? He has lived for tens of thousands of years, and he has never heard of anyone testing talent and exploding the talent stone?

"That's normal. Your talent is too high, and the stone can't bear it." His eyes softened immediately, and he raised his hand to brush away the stone chips on her shoulders.

Su Qian narrowed her eyes slightly, "Why do I feel like you are fooling me?"

"Absolutely not!"

Lu Yao was serious.

At this time, many elders finally came to their senses.

Elder Qingxuan's cloudy eyes suddenly widened. "I heard that thousands of years ago, a peerless genius exploded the Talent Stone, and later achieved enlightenment and ascended to heaven. He became the Heavenly Dao Immortal! Could it be that... the Pavilion Master's wife is also like that Immortal, with a monstrous talent that even the Talent Stone couldn't bear, so she exploded?"

"That's right! I've heard that rumor too!"

"I didn't expect the Pavilion Master's wife to be so gifted!"

"Great! Jinting Mountain is blessed!" Elder Qingxuan bowed tremblingly to Su Qian.

The martial arts arena exploded instantly.

There was a constant stream of discussions and exclamations.

The fourth brother came over, covered in black ash, and asked, "So my explosion was a 'baptism by heaven'?"

Xia Mengmeng rolled her eyes: "You're clearly standing too close!"

"Qianqian."

Lu Yao looked at Su Qian, and his tense heart relaxed. "I will find a suitable technique for you in the next two days. As for cultivation..."

He paused, his brows softening, "I'll give you my personal instructions."

Bai Yu's eyes were filled with amazement and excitement: "Miss Su, when you have achieved success in your cultivation, you must have a good fight with me!"

Zhou Xian also nodded with a smile, his eyes full of admiration.

"Sister Qianqian has such a talent... I have to hold on to her tightly from now on!" Xia Mengmeng smiled and took her arm.

"It's rude to call her Master's Wife."

Lu Yao tapped her on the head, neither too hard nor too light.

Su Qian smiled and patted the back of Xia Mengmeng's hand, then looked up at Lu Yao: "I'm used to Mengmeng calling me Sister Qianqian."

Lu Yao looked at the two of them being intimate, and finally sighed helplessly: "Then it's up to you."

Xia Mengmeng immediately made a face at Lu Yao and called out sweetly, "Sister Qianqian~"

"Now that Qianqian's talent test has come to an end, the next step is to guide the rest of you in your cultivation."

Lu Yao stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes sweeping over Li Qingshan, Lao Si, Xia Mengmeng and the others.

Li Qingshan and others: "!!!"

not good!

I forgot that there is also guidance on cultivation!

"Master... Master, my practice has been going smoothly recently, so I don't need to trouble you, okay?" Li Qingshan was about to cry.

"Yeah?"

Looking at Li Qingshan's exaggerated defense, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "You are well prepared, right?"

Li Qingshan's face flushed crimson as he stammered, "Master...Master, I'm just...just in case!"

Lu Yao smiled faintly, but it made everyone feel cold:

"Very good, since you are so well prepared, let's start with you."

Li Qingshan's face turned pale, his legs went limp, and he almost fell to his knees.

Xia Mengmeng and Lao Si looked at him with sympathy, silently shrinking behind him, wishing they could hide themselves.

Both of them had an expression on their faces that said, "Third brother, you're on your own."

"Master hasn't given us guidance on cultivation for a long time, and I'm really looking forward to it." Zhou Xian crossed his arms, a look of anticipation flashing across his face.

"Me too!" Bai Yu was also eager to try.

Li Qingshan cursed.

Your sister!

A guy who has no problem talking while standing.

A huge training ground.

Lu Yao stood with his hands behind his back, the hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind of spiritual power.

Li Qingshan's face was full of tension, and the tortoise shell amulet was shaking in front of his chest.

Lu Yao glanced at his timid look and said calmly, "Don't be nervous, just treat it as a normal sparring match."

After a pause, he added: "Master will suppress my realm to be the same as yours."

Lu Yao's fingertips moved slightly, and a three-foot-long wooden stick appeared in his hand.

Li Qingshan's eyes lit up: "Same, same realm?!"

He stared at the wooden stick and suddenly felt his back stiffen a little.

At the same realm, Master still holds a wooden stick.

What are you afraid of?

He suddenly straightened his back: "Master, be careful! Disciple is about to take action!"

"Quick victory."

Lu Yao stood with his hands behind his back, casually tapping the ground with his wooden stick. "If you can touch the edge of my clothes within three moves, you win."

"Three moves?" Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows.

Master, oh Master, you are so arrogant.

I just don't believe it. We are at the same level. How badly can I lose with my spiritual sword against your wooden stick?

He grinned, "Then I won't be polite!"

The first to strike is the strongest, the last to strike will suffer.

Li Qingshan drew his sword, and the tip of the sword raised a cloud of dust.

"First move, I'm sorry for the offense!"

Before he finished speaking.

The man has turned into a shadow, and the tip of the sword is pointing straight at Lu Yao's throat!

Lu Yao shook his wrist slightly, and the wooden stick drew a half arc, and he actually used the stick to firmly hold the tip of the sword.

Li Qingshan only felt a gentle but irresistible force surging, his wrist went numb, and the sword almost slipped out of his hand.

"More than enough strength, but not enough skill." Lu Yao said calmly, "Second move."

Li Qingshan gritted his teeth and took a half step back, and the talisman bag on his waist suddenly exploded.

Five "Violent Spirit Talismans" burned at the same time.

Green flames wrapped in sword energy swept over!

He didn't believe that, at the same level, this kind of attack couldn't defeat his master who was using a wooden stick!

However, Lu Yao tapped the ground lightly with his wooden stick, and his body floated up as lightly as a fallen leaf, and his toes landed steadily on the tip of Li Qingshan's sword.

The flame of the Violent Spirit Talisman brushed past the sole of his boot, but was dissipated by the spiritual power brought by the wooden stick.

"The separation of the spiritual fire and the sword will be a fatal flaw."

Lu Yao tapped the end of the wooden stick lightly on Li Qingshan's brow. The latter felt his soul shaken and the talisman fire was extinguished instantly.

Xia Mengmeng covered her mouth and laughed secretly: "Third Brother has fallen into his old habit again! Last time, the eldest brother hit me with the hilt of his sword in the same place!"

Li Qingshan blushed.

Cruelly crushing the last "Escape Talisman" -

The ground of the martial arts training ground cracked open with a loud bang, and sharp stone spikes burst out of the ground!

He didn't believe that at the same level, his master could use a wooden stick to dissolve the "Nine Earth-Splitting Moves"!

But Lu Yao's wooden stick turned into a stream of light and circled around his body, and the stone spikes all stopped three inches away from him, as if they had hit an invisible barrier.

"Magic is dead, but people are alive."

Lu Yao jumped into the air on the tip of his toes. The wooden stick was like a snake emerging from a cave, accurately hitting the Qihai point on Li Qingshan's lower back. "The third move."

Li Qingshan's spiritual energy drained away, and he looked at the wooden stick in Lu Yao's hand, wanting to cry but unable to. "Master... this is not a sparring match at the same level!"

How could there be such a huge disparity in strength between people of the same realm?

However, Lu Yao is a monster and cannot be compared with ordinary people.

"Now, it's my turn to guide you."

Lu Yao turned the wooden stick in a circle in his palm, and a hint of mischief flashed in his eyes.

Li Qingshan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he turned and ran: "Master, I was wrong! I suddenly remembered that I hadn't made up the quilt before leaving this morning--"

The words were not finished.

The wooden stick turned into a stream of light and caught up with him, hitting him on the back with a "smack". The pain made him jump up: "Master, didn't you say that we should spar with each other at the same level?!"

"Of course they are in the same realm."

Lu Yao said calmly, the wooden stick following him like a shadow.