Chapter 144 Slavery

Nuyan Jianzun! What a loud name!

The corners of Zhou Xing's mouth twitch slightly. He has never heard anyone call himself like this in the world of cultivation. I'm afraid that only the secular world will give people such an exaggerated false name to the extreme. On the other hand, Song Yu seemed a little surprised. Looking at Mo Qianglong, who was tall, he whispered, "It turns out that he is Elder Mo. It is said that he has reached the innate realm for many years. No wonder his skills are so profound."

Of course, after being surprised, Song Yu still turned around and continued to walk out with Zhou Xing.

Seeing this, Mo Qianglong was so angry that he stared and stepped on his foot. He rushed to Zhou Xing with his sword and shouted, "Junior! Look at the sword!"

Zhou Xing's eyes condensed, stretched out his hand and quickly took the feather fan in Song Yu's hand, and suddenly hit behind him. A strong wind formed a thick wind wall, rolled up countless sand dust and dead leaves. Almost in an instant, it condensed into a sandstorm, blowing fiercely towards Mo Qianglong. After fanning, Zhou Xing returned the feather fan to Song Yu. Although this feather fan has recognized the master and can't exert a very effective effect, with Zhou Xing's current strength, using a fake magic weapon, even if it is only one or two points, it is enough for the three-level monks to eat a pot.

This sandstorm that seemed to be gathered into a thick wall made Mo Qianglong's face change greatly. The goatee blew back his face in this storm. At this time, Mo Qianglong twisted his body, his hands held his sword horizontally, and his body rotated in mid-air, and then turned faster and faster, as if it had become a spiral. Outside his body, it seemed to appear. A layer of film covered most of the wind and sand, and then, with a sws, it rushed through the sand and dust blown by the strong wind.

After rushing through the sand and dust, Mo Qianglong's figure did not stop, but turned faster and faster. He could hardly see his figure clearly. Only the clothes appeared in a cyan color, and the long sword rotated into a long, like the sharp mouth of a flamingo, directly stabbing Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing's eyes lit up. Although he has not been practicing for a long time, he has fought with others. There are many people fighting. He has never seen such an attack. He just used the ingenuity of rotation to break his own blow, and also took advantage of his strength to attack.

"Good swordsmanship!" As soon as Zhou Xing stretched out his hand, he immediately took out a long sword from the storage ring, shook his hand and greeted Mo Qianglong.

As soon as he came into contact with Mo Qianglong's sword, Zhou Xing felt a strange force squeezed. Of course, although this force was strange, it was still not worth mentioning for Zhou Xing, who practiced the ninth layer of Qi. A true element was transported out, and a cold sword spirit immediately appeared on the sword. Break it!"

This casual sword spirit immediately swept back Mo Qianglong's surging sword momentum. Mo Qianglong's figure staggered down to more than ten feet away. He looked at Zhou Xing in disbelief. Then he shouted and rushed to Zhou Xing again. This time, his sword became soft, without the momentum just now, as if the willow catkins coming from his face, gently fluttered.

Zhou Xing felt interesting and raised his sword to meet him. However, when he met Mo Qianglong's sword, Zhou Xing's face changed slightly. He only felt that the other party's sword suddenly became soft, as if it had changed from fine iron to cotton. There was no effort. A feeling of splitting into the air and nowhere to make Zhou Xing a little uncomfortable, while Mo Qianglong's sword was bent like a twist. It bent, like a spiritual snake, stretched the body of the sword and stabbed Zhou Xing's hand for a moment.

A tingling came from his hand. Zhou Xing woke up and saw that the tip of the sword pierced the skin and blood flowed from his wrist. His current body has been washed through Zhenyuan's marrow, and ordinary secular weapons are difficult to hurt, but under the attack of the martial arts masters in the innate realm, he still can't resist.

"Make way!" Zhou Xing's heart was angry. Zhenyuan poured into his hand, and a strong flame came out of his palm and grabbed the sword that pierced his wrist. The sword began to melt quickly when it was visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it melted into a ball of iron juice. Although Zhou Xing has not practiced the skill of fire attribute, with his current cultivation, it is very easy to use fire casually. The fire in Zhou Xing's hand disappeared after melting the sword, and his palms directly patted Mo Qianglong's chest.

"Peng!" Mo Qianglong was unable to resist. His body crossed dozens of feet in mid-air and fell into the forest in the distance.

"Brother, are you all right?" Song Yu looked at the blood flowing from Zhou Xing's hand and asked quickly.

Zhou Xing shook his head and his mind sank into Dantian. A trace of blue light emerged from the wooden beads and came to the wound on his wrist. In a moment, the wound condensed into a scar, and then the scar fell, leaving only a shallow red mark. Song Yu's eyebrows were beating beside him. After all, he didn't know much. This healing ability is really amazing. If it hadn't been for the help of Mu Xingzhu, it would take at least ten times more time for Zhou Xing to heal to this extent.

At this time, a heavy cough came from the direction where Mo Qianglong fell. After a while, he came to the place just now, but his clothes were more ragged, and a palm print on his chest was clearly visible. Mo Qianglong's goatee was broken, like a beggar.

There was a trace of cold light in Zhou Xing's eyes. The old man said rudely and hurt him first. He had just been merciful and didn't want to hurt the old man. Unexpectedly, the old man dared to come out. Zhou Xing took a deep breath. Now he is not afraid of killing people. If the old man is stubborn, he will not leave his hand again.

"You!" Mo Qianglong stretched out a dirty finger to Zhou Xing. His messy hair and dusty face could not see any expression. Suddenly, in Zhou Xing and Song Yu's stunned eyes, Mo Qianglong suddenly knelt on the ground, worshipped Zhou Xing, and said, "Please take me as an apprentice and take me to practice!"

The forest suddenly became silent for a moment. The grass crumbs, broken leaves, and dust that had just been stirred up in the fight slowly sank. The anger in Zhou Xing's heart disappeared cleanly after seeing the old man's action. He inexplicably felt that such a person may be the one who is really suitable for cultivation.

A little gold appeared in Zhou Xing's eyes, breaking the illusion. He saw Mo Qianglong's body, smooth veins and very deep internal force, but he did not have the qualification for cultivation.

"You can't repair it." Zhou Xing shook his head and no longer blamed Mo Qianglong for the damage he had just caused to him, leading Song Yu away.

"Wait a minute!" Mo Qianglong shouted again, but this time his voice was full of unwillingness and persistence, "I am willing to follow you, even if it's a slave!" That's okay!"

"A slave as a servant? Are you sure?" Zhou Xingzhen was a little surprised. He couldn't figure it out. Just now, he was full of momentum and invincible people would say this.

"Old... I'm sure! However, I have one condition!" Mo Qianglong raised his head and looked at Zhou Xing with bright eyes.

"You said." Zhou Xingqidao.

Mo Qianglong said in a loud voice, "You must teach me the method of practicing truth!"

"I said, you can't practice truth. You don't have the qualification to practice truth. Even if you practice truth, it is difficult to achieve results." Zhou Xing was stunned for a moment and said helplessly.

"Real qualification? Humph! I don't believe that only the qualification can cultivate the truth! As long as you promise to teach me, I will promise to talk to you!" Mo Qianglong said coldly.

Zhou Xing looked at Mo Qianglong and fell into thinking. Although he had no qualifications and practiced to such a level, he relied on opportunities that ordinary people could not imagine. The small porcelain piece, assisted by the Huashen monk, was equivalent to the existence of against the sky. And this Mo Qianglong, who is at least sixty or seventy years old, has no qualifications and is not very reliable to cultivate the truth.

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse!" Seeing that Zhou Xing had the idea of refusing, Mo Qianglong said again, "You let me follow you. As long as you teach me the method of cultivation and are not satisfied with me, you can let me go at any time. And I can teach you some skills of martial arts. Although you are better than me, if you simply compare the skills of swordsmanship, you are definitely not my opponent. Humph! I'm not bragging. In this world, even among you practitioners, no one can compare the skills of using power alone than me!"

"Tips?" Zhou Xing couldn't help but think of the spiral attack used by the old man just now and the method of unloading force like cotton. If he learned such a skill, his strength would definitely increase. For Zhou Xing, who is eager to increase his strength, it is indeed useful. After thinking for a long time, Zhou Xing nodded slightly and said, "I can teach you the method of practicing truth. As you said, in the future, you can follow me, but if you are in danger..."

"If you are in danger, I naturally won't ask you to save me!" Mo Qianglong said proudly, and then stood up, but his eyes were full of joy, as if staring at Zhou Xing like a piece of good meat. "When will you teach me the method of cultivation?"

"Let's wait a while. Now I have something else to do." Zhou Xing said, and then took out a clean dress from the storage ring and threw it to Mo Qianglong. He said, "Although this dress is a little small, it should be much more comfortable than what you have on. You take care of your own affairs and come to the inn in the city."

Mo Qianglong was not surprised that Zhou Xing could take out his clothes out of thin air. He took over the clothes and nodded. After Zhou Xing and Song Yu left, he looked up at the sky with joy in his eyes.

After he, Mo Qianglong, reached the innate realm, he got the ancient books introducing the practitioner from a strange place. However, even if he searched many famous mountains and rivers, he could not find the existence of the practitioner. At one time, he thought that this was just a legend and a myth fabricated nonsense. Unexpectedly, he met Song Yu here. He had always liked fighting and understood the true meaning of martial arts from fighting. Unexpectedly, he accidentally fought with Song Yu and got the words from Song Yu's mouth that he was a true man. However, in Mo Qianglong's view, this practitioners are not as strong as mentioned in the book, even if they are much worse than themselves. Later, Song Yu took out a feather fan and defeated him. Then, when he met Zhou Xing, Zhou Xing's strong strength made him both surprised and happy.

"As long as you can practice and pursue strong strength, nothing else!" Mo Qianglong muttered, packed up his things, and went to the city half an hour later.

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