Chapter 83 Disciple

After a duel, the setting sun had already sunk into the horizon, and a bright moon rose slowly from the east where the sky and water meet. On the Luanhong River, half of it is green and the other is red, against the trembling moon shadow in the water, an eternal and lonely meditation is born out of thin air.

A middle-aged man no more than seven feet tall, wearing an ordinary linen white robe and barefoot, was walking towards this side slowly from the lower reaches of the river with his hands behind his back. He walked on the Luanhong River as if he was walking on flat ground. Wherever his bare feet passed, the river water was imprinted with three-inch-deep footprints. No matter how the river churns and flows, the footprints are clearly printed on the river surface and have not dissipated for a long time.

Wu Qi looked at the footprints on the river, and the hairs all over his body stood up fiercely.

This is a unique omen for monks in the Golden Core realm. The cultivator forms a golden elixir, becomes a human immortal, escapes the five elements with one foot, and leaves the realm of mortals. They are on the dividing line between human and immortal, half of them are human, half of them are immortal, and they are human immortals. In the body of the human immortal in the Jindan realm, the conflict between the heaven and the earth is particularly obvious, and the external signs are all kinds of strange omens.

Some people have a fairy body with a strange fragrance, and some people have a fairy body surrounded by colorful clouds. Wherever this white-robed man passed, footprints were also printed on the river, which is also a strange omen! kind.

This was a sign he could see with the naked eye, and Wu Qi's spiritual sense told him that the white-robed man who was walking slowly several miles away exuded a sword intent that was as cold as the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, and as sharp as a ten thousand-smelted sword. Where he walked, the sword intent seemed to split the void, which was a spiritual omen of a human being in the Golden Core Realm. Without enough cultivation base and soul power, I can feel the martial arts at all Forcibly abandon the young Zhou royal family, the martial arts Qiankun will kill the gods and seal the throne at night, seek the magic, proud of the world, the ninth heaven is the strongest, abandon the young Zhou, the royal family, the god-making general, kill the gods at night, seek the demon, proud of the world, and the ninth heaven, the strongest abandon the young Zhou royal family. See the sword intent emanating from his body.

Nie Baihong, the current patriarch of the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect, just walked the river step by step to the deck of Tianle Fairy Palace. After his bare feet touched the deck, the footprints stretching for miles on the river behind disappeared one by one. When the footprints spread out, the fish, shrimp, turtles and red leaves and petals in the nearby river water were all smashed to pieces by the invisible sword energy.

Thirty or so young masters of the aristocratic families on the deck robbed Nie Baihong in a disorderly manner. They all knelt down on the ground and paid respects to Nie Baihong. Some of these aristocratic masters called Nie Baihong the master master, some called him the ancestor, some even called him the great ancestor, everyone's generations were extremely diverse, Wu Qi rolled his eyes when he heard this.

Taking advantage of this chaos, several guards of Tuoba Haofeng hurriedly picked up the master who was frozen into ice, sneaked down the side of the painting, and the fast boat left quickly when he got up. Wu Qi was about to order to shoot Tuoba Haofeng and his party with crossbow arrows when Nie Baihong suddenly glanced at him. Wu Qi felt a chill all over his body, his body and soul seemed to have been slashed by an epee, and there was a hollow buzzing in his head, and he didn't wake up for a long time.

Just glanced lightly,

Wu Qi's internal organs were all seriously injured, as if countless small razor blades had been gently scratched on the internal organs, the internal organs were cracked, and blood seeped out drop by drop. There was a sweetness in the throat, and a mouthful of blood rolled to the throat. On the way, Wu Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and swallowed the blood again.

Against the blood to attack the heart, it's fine to spit out the blood, but Wu Qi swallowed it forcefully, the zhenqi in his body that had just recovered a little suddenly became chaotic, and the internal injury suddenly deepened a lot. The internal organs were shaken endlessly by the forcibly swallowed blood, and the cracks on the internal organs deepened a lot.

In the end, Wu Qi still couldn't control the injury in his body, and vomited blood three times in a row. The blood he spit out was extremely bright red, with a pungent bloody smell, and it had already damaged the essence of life, and the injury was extremely serious. Fortunately, Wu Qi has a strong foundation, and the essence of blood energy accumulated in his body is several times richer than that of ordinary people. For ordinary people, this few sips of blood will at least be bedridden for several months, and he can recover for a few days at most.

Looking coldly at the blood Wu Qi spit out on the deck, Nie Baihong snorted softly.

Those aristocratic princes who came forward to pay homage hurriedly stood up, each of them raised their heads proudly, and lined up neatly beside Nie Baihong according to their seniority in the Sky Splitting Sword Sect. Nie Baihong nodded lightly, glanced at Lu Chengfeng who was standing at the window of the highest banquet hall from the corner of his eyes, and slowly raised his hand to salute Lu Chengfeng: "This sect has seen Lord Yan Le."

Lu Chengfeng floated down and landed on the deck. He looked at Wuqi worriedly, and hurriedly bowed his hands to Nie Baihong and said, "Chengfeng has seen the suzerain, but he didn't know that the suzerain is coming. What's the matter?"

Taking a casual look at Lu Chengfeng, Nie Baihong said coldly, "As Benzong said just now, come and accept Wuqi as an apprentice."

Turning to look at Wu Qi, Nie Baihong said in a deep voice: "Among the thirteen sects of the Immortal Dao of the Dayan Dynasty, the Heaven-Splitting Sword Sect ranks first in strength, and this sect also has the cultivation base of the late Jindan stage. I am here to accept you as a disciple today. It's your good luck, come up to kowtow to worship the teacher, this sect doesn't want to stay in such a shameful place for a long time!"

Before Nie Baihong finished speaking, among the singing and dancing girls at the side, suddenly a beautiful girl of fifteen or sixteen years old was aroused by the coldness contained in Wu Qi's shaving just now, her nose felt itchy, and she suddenly hit the sky. a sneeze. Nie Baihong's complexion changed, and he turned his head and glared at the girl. There was a crisp sound of '嗤啦' in the air, the girl's body suddenly split into two pieces from the middle, and the flesh and blood suddenly exploded, spilling the people around her all over the ground.

There was a sudden silence on the deck, especially those women on the paintings, all of them covered their mouths tightly, and no one dared to speak again. Among them, several dancers and the young girl made friends. Although they were heartbroken and frightened to death, they just bit their own palms tightly, and even though big tears fell, they did not dare to shed a little bit. child voice.

These aristocratic princes present can kill them, they can take the lives of all the women on this boat at any time, let alone Nie Baihong? The aloof sect master of the Immortal Dao Sect, these aristocratic sons, are just a junior disciple of his sect. What is the life of a mere dancing girl here?

Lu Chengfeng's hands suddenly clenched into fists, he quickly glanced at Nie Baihong, his eyes twitched, and he slowly lowered his head. The dancer who was killed just now was not far away from him, a large amount of blood was spilled on Lu Chengfeng's soft brocade boots, and the blue boots were soaked in blood, turning them into a weird blue color. Lu Chengfeng could feel the warm blood clinging to his feet, slowly getting colder.

Wu Qi stepped forward suddenly. He looked at the girl's body separated from the middle, gritted his teeth, looked at Nie Baihong and asked, "What crime did she commit?"

As if hearing the most unbelievable joke in the world, Nie Baihong looked at Wuqi in surprise, and asked, "Do you need to be convicted? When I speak, I am disrespectful to the side. This is a capital offense. It's strange, why would you ask such a question?" ? This sect needs an excuse to kill a pariah?"

The little innate true water spirit left in Wuqi's water spirit veins was suddenly mentioned, but there was a sharp pain in his internal organs that made him almost faint. His internal organs were still bleeding, and he forcibly mobilized his internal qi at this time, almost like a juicer, the pressure forced his internal organs to secrete more blood. Wu Qi's eyes darkened, his body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.

A bright smile suddenly appeared on his pale face, Wu Qi blinked his eyes, and looked at Nie Baihong gently.

Respectfully walking in front of Nie Baihong, and forced himself not to faint, Wu Qi knelt down to Nie Baihong and kowtowed several times.

"I can get advice from Master when I visit Master. This is the good fortune of my previous life. Master said it very well. If you die like this, you will die. There is really no need for any crimes."

With a submissive and even admiring smile, Wu Qi looked at Nie Baihong whose face had become very gentle with innocent eyes, and asked with a bright smile: "It's just that I don't know why the master Venerable will come here specially to accept disciple as disciple? Disciple has heard of the prestige of Sky-Splitting Sword Sect long ago, but disciple never dared to imagine that he could be worshiped under Master's sect."

This flattery made Nie Baihong feel at ease in his heart. Just beheading a dancing girl was like a drop of water passing through a cold diamond, leaving no trace in his heart. He looked at Wu Qi who was smiling all over his face, and his eyes were full of admiration, respect, awe, etc., and nodded in satisfaction: "Forget it, this is your good fortune, if Princess Bule hadn't personally sent someone to beg the sect , and will not make an exception to accept you as an entry."

Princess Zhang Le sent someone to beg Nie Baihong to accept Wu Qi as a disciple?

Wu Qi's heart trembled, he owed Princess Dole another favor. But he never dreamed that the master that Princess Dole had kindly found for him was someone like Nie Baihong.

As soon as Pu met, he gave Wu Qi a big blow, almost smashing his internal organs. He even secretly protected Tuoba Haofeng, allowing Tuoba Haofeng to escape smoothly. Then, in front of Wu Qi, beheading an innocent girl because of an insignificant matter, such a master, it's worth noting.

However, facing the stern sword energy emanating from Nie Baihong's body, Wu Qi's smile became more amiable and lovely. He kowtowed to Nie Baihong again, and said with a smile: "It turned out that it was Princess Zhang Le's kindness, and this disciple understands it. I have to thank Master to come here in person. This kind of kindness, even if I am smashed to pieces, I will not be able to repay this kindness!"

Nie Baihong was more and more satisfied. Wu Qi's flattery made him feel very comfortable. Who would say such flattering words to Wu Qi? Nie Baihong finally squeezed out a smile on his stiff face, he slowly took out a long sword from his storage ring, and handed it to Wu Qi.

"Forget it, from today onwards, you will be a disciple of my Heaven Splitting Sword Sect and one of the direct disciples of my master. From now on, you will come to Baiyang Mountain to listen to a lecture at the beginning of each month, and you can do whatever you want at other times. This sword is given to you, good luck Keep it for use.”

Patting Wu Qi on the shoulder casually, Nie Baihong threw down a palm-sized volume of "Five Elements Luck Technique", which was about seven or eight pages long, and then turned around and drifted away. He walked quickly on the river, leaving a trail of footprints on the river, and soon disappeared into the distance.

Nie Baihong's voice came from afar: "The Five Elements Luck Art is the foundation of our sect's sword art. It is good for cultivation, so don't slack off. Those who privately teach the Five Elements Luck Art to outsiders will be killed without forgiveness. Those who spy on the secret arts will punish the Nine Clans. You Must remember!"

Wu Qi respectfully picked up the thin booklet, and bowed towards the place where Nie Baihong had gone.

When he bent down to salute, Wu Qi's eyes suddenly turned red, and his face was full of boundless ferocity.

When he straightened up, the smile like the spring breeze was on his face again.

Comrades, what are you waiting for? The monthly pass is smashed down, and the number of the pig's head is swiped up! Let's brush together!

The slogan is: Senkimaki Hiraoka!