"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me? Who, who dares to accept Qin Feng as a disciple!" Wang San stretched out his hand and slapped Wei Qingshu in the face.
Wei Qingshu woke up in shock.
Looking at Wang San with bloodshot eyes, he was a little frightened.
Revenge for the murder of one's father?
hiss!
So scary!
"It's Lin Huaian. He wants to accept a disciple on behalf of the master. Uncle, Lin Huaian is really strong!" Wei Qingshu didn't dare to hesitate any longer, for fear of being beaten to death by Wang San.
"Accepting disciples on behalf of the master? What's his method?" Wang San frowned.
"Tian Xiu! Very strong! I attacked with all my strength, but could only injure him slightly.
But he can kill me!" Wei Qingshu said.
Before, on Lin Huaian's side, it was obvious that Lin Huaian was saving face for himself.
He didn't use any magic weapon, and Lin Huaian didn't use any magic weapon either.
It's really a matter of life and death.
There is a high probability that he will die.
That punch damaged all his internal organs.
One more punch and he would surely die.
But Lin Huaian may not be!
His physique is too strong.
"Physical cultivator? Could it be that one?" Wang San narrowed his eyes, with a gleam of light in his eyes.
"If it's really that person, then it's really possible! Qin Feng's physique is perfect for physical cultivation.
It seems I have to keep a close eye on him until Master returns." Wang San pondered.
Hearing the sound, Wei Qingshu was dumbfounded.
???
What does Wang San mean?
Could it be that Wang San also wants to accept a disciple on behalf of his master?
But Qin Feng didn’t do it?
So, they have to wait for their master to come back?
Qin Feng is going to be his uncle?
Hold!
Wei Qingshu's scalp tingled.
For no reason, a generation older?
Wang San stood up, took out a bottle of pills and threw it to Wei Qingshu.
"Wei Qingshu, you should be more careful.
If you don't work harder, you will end up being mediocre.
Foundation-building cultivator!
It is just the gateway to the journey of cultivating immortals.
Your master and I are all working hard to reach a higher level.
The lifespan of a Foundation Establishment cultivator is no more than three hundred years."
Wang San spoke with great sincerity.
"Oh oh oh!" Wei Qingshu nodded.
The perfunctory look made Wang San's forehead veins bulge.
He stood up, stepped out of the door, and flew away.
It is necessary to have a good communication with Qin Feng.
We can’t let Qin Feng be abducted by others.
Courtyard!
Qin Feng sat cross-legged, holding the broken sword in his hand.
In the sea of consciousness!
The scepter emitted a faint light and was waved over the broken sword.
Qin Feng's pupils shook violently.
He saw it.
The broken sword was actually repairing itself bit by bit.
The tip of the sword grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Qin Feng was shocked.
The scepter actually has the ability to repair weapons?
When all the broken swords were repaired, the sound of swords ringing was heard.
A sword light flashed on the long sword.
It cut Qin Feng's palm.
Blood slowly flowed and sank into the sword.
The dark sword was shining.
Suddenly, a white light appeared on the sword.
Immediately afterwards, the dark sword faded rapidly.
In three breaths, the long sword turned snow-white.
Qin Feng could feel that this long sword seemed to be connected to him.
Qin Feng raised his right hand and clenched it lightly, and the long sword appeared in his right hand in an instant.
Qin Feng stood up, holding the sword, closing his eyes and concentrating.
After a moment, Qin Feng opened his eyes and raised his sword.
The black spiritual light entered the long sword from Qin Feng's body.
"Buzz buzz buzz~~~"
The sound of swords exploding.
Qin Feng swings his sword!
A burst of sword energy burst out from the long sword.
Immersed in the rock.
Qin Feng put away his sword!
The rock against the mountain cracked in two.
In the sky, Wang San was breathing rapidly.
"Compared to before, the sword intent is stronger. This kid! He is a natural swordsman!" Wang San was a little distressed.
His master!
But he is not a sword cultivator!
What should I do?
Wang San landed on the ground and looked at the snow-white sword in Qin Feng's hand, feeling sad.
This is a fucking sword pill.
What a poor bastard I am that I actually want to give Qin Feng a magic weapon.
"Uncle Wang San, you don't look very well. Pay more attention to rest!" Qin Feng sighed as he looked at Wang San, whose face was pale.
He is obviously a strong man, yet he is still fighting so desperately.
It seems that I should work harder on my own cultivation.
Suddenly, Qin Feng was stunned!
He lowered his head, and the long sword in his hand turned into a thumb-sized white silver light and merged into his palm.
Qin Feng could feel that the sword was there.
But……
Seeing Qin Feng was surprised.
Wang San sighed, “Didn’t your masters tell you that once a sword ball recognizes its master, it can become one with the body.
For sword cultivators, the sword pill is the best weapon.
It does not require essence and blood to nourish like the natal flying sword.
It is not as fragile as the sword embryo.
Moreover, the sword ball shattered, but it did not cause any harm to the sword cultivator.
Once the natal flying sword and sword embryo are damaged, it will be fatal to the sword cultivator.
Especially the sword embryo!
Although this thing has unparalleled offensive power, if it breaks, even the sword cultivator might perish!"
Wang San was a little envious!
This sword ball is priceless.
Qin Feng was shocked.
Is this little gadget bought for 500 spirit stones so powerful?
At this moment, Qin Feng was even more curious about the scepter in his sea of consciousness.
Thinking of the tall figures in the ancestral temple, Qin Feng couldn't help but feel dazed.
Who are they?
Where do they come from and where are they going!
Why would such a mysterious scepter be handed over to me?
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