Chapter 715 I Don’t Want to Become a Disciple

Xiang Wentian's face suddenly darkened, revealing a constipated expression.

He couldn't imagine how high Huang Shang's martial arts skills were, but He Zudao and Mu Renqing were both real grandmasters, beyond his reach.

If he had the cultivation of a grandmaster, he would just go and save Ren Woxing, why would he have to think about the Xuantie Order.

"Hahaha, well said, little girl, you are a little interesting, do you want to worship me as your master? Although I am not as good as the Imperial Preceptor, and I am also inferior to He Sansheng, I am on par with Mu Renqing!"

At this moment, a breeze blew by, and he turned into a middle-aged man in a Qing robe and short boots.

The man had a strange appearance, with a faint lightness on his face, but his eyes revealed an indescribable joy.

The man stretched out his finger and flicked it lightly, and the Xuantie Order bounced from the little beggar's hand, suspended in the air, motionless.

"Grandmaster?" Xiang Wentian was startled, and his face became extremely ugly.

"Who are you? Why are you stealing my things?" The little beggar was startled and looked at the green-robed man with dissatisfaction.

"Little girl, do you want to worship me as your master?" The green-robed man laughed.

"Hmph, don't call me little girl, call me little brother! Are you very powerful?"

The little beggar stamped his feet, as if his rhythm was disrupted and he was a little angry.

"Hahaha, you hold my Xuantie Order and ask if I am powerful?" The green-robed man laughed loudly, looking unrestrained.

He just saw the Snow Mountain Sect act in the crowd, but he also watched coldly.

Originally, he planned that if the Snow Mountain Sect really wanted to kill the little beggar, he would suddenly show up.

In that case, whether the little beggar asked him for help or asked him to kill all the Snow Mountain Sect, it would be a piece of cake.

Even if he went to destroy the Snow Mountain Sect, it would be just a busy trip for him, not a difficult task.

In this way, he easily completed a task and eliminated a big worry.

Although Xie Yanke kept his promise, as a man of the world, he had killed many people and had many enemies.

He was indeed very worried that the Black Iron Order would fall into the hands of his enemies. If his enemies really wanted him to mutilate his limbs or even forced him to commit suicide, it would be extremely disgusting.

If he kept his promise, Xie Yanke certainly didn't want to commit suicide, but if he didn't keep his promise, the four-character oath of "every request will be fulfilled" would be completely destroyed, which would be more painful than killing him.

Originally, he was secretly happy that the Snow Mountain Sect had forced the little beggar into a desperate situation, but Xiang Wentian ran out to cause trouble, which made him furious and almost wanted to find trouble with the Sun and Moon Sect.

"Oh, the leader of the Sun and Moon Sect, Dongfang Bubai, seems to be not simple either. His martial arts may not be able to beat him. That's fine."

Thinking of this, Xie Yanke felt a little depressed and had to watch the show from the side.

As a result, when he saw that the little beggar was well-spoken and smart, his heart was slightly moved, and he had some thoughts of accepting him as a disciple.

"Hmm? Are you the monk Xie Yanke?" The little beggar waved his hand: "I won't take you as my master."

"Why?" Xie Yanke's face changed and he snorted coldly.

He thought he was also one of the few masters in the world. If he really wanted to accept a disciple, it would be his chance, which was a sure thing.

He never expected that this little beggar would not give him face, which made him a little angry.

"My father did mention your name. He said that your martial arts are good, but it should not be enough to become a grandmaster. Most of the time, you still rely on some external things. He also said that you haven't created any powerful martial arts for so many years. Your imagination is limited, and your level of accepting disciples must not be very high." The little beggar suddenly stuck out his tongue.

"Who is your father?" Xie Yanke's face changed slightly, frowned, and snorted coldly.

Creating martial arts is the work of the founder of a sect. It requires both high martial arts and strong creativity.

After all, if the martial arts of a sect are copied from others or have great similarities, it is also a very shameful thing.

His martial arts are good, but he is not good at the research and development of martial arts.

But the master leads the way, and the practice is up to the individual. Creating martial arts and accepting disciples are completely different things.

The master of the Beggar Gang Qiao Feng did not create martial arts, but he also became the top master of the younger generation in the martial arts world.

Wudang Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts are unparalleled, and he created the magical skills of the Wudang lineage, but his seven disciples are just that kind of birds, and they can't even take on Zhang's three moves and two styles.

Thinking of this, Xie Yanke couldn't help but get angry.

"Don't dare to say my father's name casually, then I won't worship you as a master anyway, give me the iron piece." The little beggar said.

"I have taken back the black iron order, but I can agree to one condition of yours, you say it." Xie Yanke snorted coldly.

"I haven't thought about it yet, and I don't want to be your disciple, and I don't want your help, just leave the Black Iron Order." The little beggar chuckled.

"I heard that black iron is a good thing, and it is rare to see a sword without damage in the world. I will grind it and use it to cut other people's pockets in the future, and be self-reliant and work hard to get out of unemployment!"

"Absurd!"

Xie Yanke's chest was stuffy when he heard it, and he sneered.

It was the first time he heard someone call petty theft self-reliance, and the prop was actually his own Black Iron Order.

If this matter really goes like this, it will obviously be a very embarrassing thing.

"Little brother, how about you do us a favor, we will give you silver, as much as you want, as long as you let this old gentleman...ah!"

A disciple of the Snow Mountain School was slightly moved in his heart, and quickly took out a silver ingot and ran to the little beggar.

Xie Yanke sneered and suddenly raised his sleeves. Before the Snow Mountain disciple could say the next words, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"Xie Yanke, what do you mean?"

Bai Wanjian held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't dare to pull it out.

"You all know what I mean!" Xie Yanke sneered and said disdainfully.

"It seems that Junior Brother Zhou is too smart. Thank you for your mercy, Senior."

Feng Wanli put his hand on the wrist of the Snow Mountain disciple. After a moment, he nodded and bowed.

"sharp!"

"Well done!"

"The blood looks just like the real thing!"

"The old man is in good spirits, here's another one!"

The crowd of onlookers suddenly became excited, and more people gathered on the street.

Others cheered loudly, and others opened their money bags and threw a few coins in front of Xie Yanke, as if they were watching a monkey show.

"roll!"

Xie Yanke was extremely angry, and he shouted loudly.

Thunder rolled from heaven to earth, like a thunderbolt exploding in the crowd.

The group of passers-by were stunned for a long time, and then suddenly they shouted. They were so frightened that they stumbled, peeed, and ran away desperately.

In an instant, all the passers-by, vendors, and sellers on the entire street fled without a trace.