Chapter 1280 The Poor Road Is Not Worthy

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This time, Qingmei Zhenren's eyes were completely opened, and there was no trace of anxiety in his eyes, and he seemed very serious.

He put his finger directly on Ye Hong's right wrist, and a breath burst into Ye Hong's body like a storm.

Ye Hong's heart froze, just because the Qingmei real person shot like electricity, he was already succeeded by Qingmei real person before he could react.

If Qingmei Zhenren had killing intent on Ye Hong, Ye Hong really wasn't sure that he could escape.

This shows the strength of Qingmei real person!

That aura wandered again in Ye Hong's body, and quickly withdrew.

Qingmei Zhenren let go of his hand and looked at Ye Hong with a complicated expression.

In the expression, there are doubts, shocks, and confusion...

The reason for this is because of the [things] Qingmei saw in Ye Hong's body.

He saw the same distribution of meridians, the same breath trajectory, the same blood concentration...

Qingmei Zhenren seemed to see himself when he was young.

What surprised Qingmei Zhenren most was that he couldn't imagine why Ye Hong's physique had changed in such a short period of time.

"Hahaha, interesting."

The sudden burst of laughter from Qingmei Zhenren made Cai Jiannan and Sima Chongting on the side startled.

Today, Qingmei Zhenren repeatedly lost his composure, which really subverted his previous image of indifference like ice.

Master Qingmei suddenly stopped his laughter, and suddenly drew the wooden sword in his arms, aiming it at Ye Hong's eyebrows.

Cai Jiannan and Sima Chongting thought that Ye Hong had angered Qingmei Zhenren.

But in the face of the wooden sword approaching between his eyebrows, Ye Hong's face was indifferent.

He waved at Cai Jiannan and Sima Chongting, who were anxious, and smiled brightly at Qingmei Zhenren: "I wonder if this junior's answer sheet will satisfy the Taoist priest?"

"Boy, although Pindao doesn't know how you did it, Pindao is not interested in knowing."

Qingmei Zhenren had a sad face, and sighed silently: "The poor man is looking for the world, why don't you want to pass on the mantle and mantle?

Pindao thought that he would bring Shushan Kendo into the coffin for the rest of his life, but I didn't expect you to give me such a surprise. "

Ye Hong saw that Qingmei's voice was relaxed, and couldn't help but feel agitated in his heart, and asked excitedly, "Can the Taoist priest accept the junior as a disciple this time?"

Qingmei real person shook his head.

Just when Ye Hong felt lost, Qingmei Zhenren said indifferently: "Give you three moves and two styles, and a poor man can still do it.

As for being your master..."

Qingmei Zhenren closed his eyes and shook his head: "Poor Daoist is not worthy."

As soon as these words came out, Cai Jiannan and Sima Chongting froze.

They are most aware of the strength of Qingmei Master, but now even Qingmei Master thinks that he is not worthy to be Master Ye Hong, so who in the world is qualified to be Master Ye Hong?

What kind of freak is this guy? !

On the contrary, Leng Feng's expression remained the same.

He has seen Ye Hong realize many opportunities beside Ye Hong, and he admires Ye Hong far more than Cai Jiannan and Sima Chongting.

Therefore, Leng Feng would not be surprised by what kind of strange things came out of Ye Hong.

Because he was already shocked to the point of numbness.

The wooden sword in Qingmei's hand moved forward slightly and gently touched Ye Hong's eyebrows.

His face was unprecedentedly solemn, and there was a trace of sanctity that could not be blasphemed in it.

"Ye Hong, now Pindao will teach you Shushan Swordsmanship!"

Sima Chongting and Cai Jiannan were startled again.

Sima Chongting even more stammered: "Predecessor, senior, should we avoid suspicion..."