That afternoon, Luo Jiujiang returned to his familiar training methods.
It is worth mentioning that Zhen Shuangliu actually took out seventeen golden elixir puppets for him.
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
He silently vomited blood in his heart, and with a look of pain on his face, he reminded his master, "Master, I'm still in the Foundation Establishment stage. This leap in level is too much."
It is true that Luo Jiujiang can deal with Jindan cultivators, but the prerequisite for this situation is that there are only one or two opponents. He must first avoid the opponent's attack, accumulate momentum successfully, and then hit them with one blow.
However, seventeen opponents with Jindan cultivation? There was no need to set up an elaborate formation. Just forming a human wall would be enough to give Luo Jiujiang a hard time. The level suppression would be maximized at this moment. If Luo Jiujiang was caught by one of them, he would probably be surrounded and beaten to death on the spot.
This is not called training, this is called burial.
Zhen Shuangliu was sitting two steps away from the training ground, with a canopy above his head to block out the sun and a white mist fanning his back. Compared to Luo Jiujiang, who was frozen in the field, surrounded by seventeen Jindan puppets, he was truly at ease.
However, when he frowned, a cold sternness shone from his pupils, which had been burning like will-o'-the-wisp. "Are you bargaining with me? In the future, will you choose your opponent, or will your opponent choose you?"
Luo Jiujiang clutched his chest and said with difficulty, "But Master, even if our opponents are not picky, I don't think seventeen Jindan cultivators would attack a Foundation Establishment cultivator like me."
Seventeen Jindan cultivators teaming up to attack a foundation-building cultivator is simply equivalent to the strong men from the Black Tiger Heart-Digger Gang teaming up to beat up a three-year-old child. How many cultivators who can cultivate to the level of Jindan do not have their own proud temper? If this matter gets out, will they still have any shame?
He could tell at a glance what the changing expressions on Luo Jiujiang's face reflected. Zhen Shuangliu did not rebuke Luo Jiujiang for his refusal. Instead, his two eyes, with a unique coldness, gently turned to Luo Jiujiang, which was equivalent to refreshing him.
"What's the use of face?" When asking this question, Zhen Shuangliu's tone was even calm.
Luo Jiujiang was stunned by his question.
Zhen Shuangliu twitched the corners of his lips, but his face held no smile. Every word he uttered was like a knife swinging outward, each word filled with a threatening tone: "In the Seven Islands Secret Realm, the Du family kid used a Qi Refining Powder and a Golden Core Device against you. Does he have any shame? In the deadly land, a gluttonous alien species openly devoured cultivators, treating you like his young son's playthings. Does he have any shame?"
"After they kill you to silence you, wipe the blood and flesh from the corners of your mouth, turn around and change into a new robe, and you'll still be the glamorous Lord of the Nine Clans, the Master of a Realm. All those who disappeared were unable to speak out about their grievances, and those who were covered up had no choice but to die unjustly. Even if their skin was thrown on the ground and walked on by a thousand people, and then picked up and put it on their face again, it wouldn't get dirty with a single footprint."
"Does it make a big difference whether you have this kind of face or not?"
"..." Luo Jiujiang gave a bitter laugh and slowly drew out his new sword. "After hearing Master's words, those who value their reputation all over the world are really at a disadvantage."
Zhen Shuangliu looked on coldly from the side: "So?"
"But we weren't the ones who did anything wrong. It's their teeth that should be broken." Luo Jiujiang shook his wrist. "Seventeen? Come on. Even if they tear off their skin to deal with me, they'll have to grow a pair of steel teeth first, and they may not be able to bite me."
A slight smile appeared in the corner of Zhen Shuangliu's eyes, and he made a gesture to drive the puppet.
Bai Lian had been fanning Zhen Shuang Liu from behind, silent and mute. It wasn't until Luo Jiujiang, after slashing two men in a row, was caught open-handed and a step too late in his escape, that the monk-robed puppet slashed upward with a club. His calf was smashed solid by the club, breaking bones with a dull thud. He fell to the ground with a low cry of pain, and only then did he speak, somewhat reluctantly.
"Master, it's a waste to send more than ten Jindan cultivators to hunt down the Foundation Establishment cultivators. They may not necessarily do so."
Zhen Shuangliu raised his eyebrows: "My disciple is not worthy of being hunted by more than a dozen Jindan? Not sending Yuanying is already a relief."
Bai Lian knew this, but seeing that Luo Jiujiang was seriously injured, he couldn't help but plead for him.
In the time it took for the master and servant to exchange a few words, the seventeen puppets had ceased their actions, and Luo Jiujiang collapsed to the ground. Three of his ribs were broken, and his left arm was twisted at a strange angle. He couldn't even gather his spiritual energy, and his eyes were a little unfocused.
"Save him." Zhen Shuangliu ordered Bai Lian behind him, "Then continue."
"No need to remind the young master first..."
"Given Jiujiang's talent, we'll talk after he fails to understand for the third time." Zhen Shuangliu supported his forehead with one hand, his face slightly drooping, as if he couldn't bear to look at the bloody disciples in the arena. "Let him do it on his own, let him make it on his own... For the next three years, I won't be able to take care of him for a single day. If I show any mercy now, I'll be harming him."
Bai Lian sighed inwardly and went forward to apply the medicine to Luo Jiujiang, then placed a hand on his back to channel a stream of spiritual energy into him. When Luo Jiujiang's expression eased slightly and he could stand up without the need for his arms, Bai Lian's face hardened and he said sternly, "Young Master, please continue."
Luo Jiujiang nodded, holding his sword across his chest and his other hand behind his back, taking the opportunity to slightly stretch his left arm, which had just healed but was still aching. Facing the dense wall of puppets in front and behind him, his eyes were hard, not revealing any fatigue or weakness.
"Come," he said briefly.
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Luo Jiujiang was beaten up for the whole afternoon.
In the first hour of being surrounded and beaten, he was beaten into a pulp in half an incense stick of time at the beginning, and now he has improved to the point where he can ensure that he can escape from the encirclement of these seventeen iron golems.
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