Chapter 715 I Don’t Want to Become a Disciple

Xiang Wentian's face suddenly darkened, showing an expression as if he was constipated.

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

If he had the cultivation level of a great master, he could just go and save Ren Woxing directly, why bother with Xuan Tie Ling's idea.

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"Hahaha, that's good. Little girl, you're interested. Do you want to become my teacher? Although I'm not as good as the Imperial Tutor, and I'm a bit inferior to He Sansheng, I'm on par with Mu Renqing!"

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

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

The man stretched out his finger and flicked it, and the black iron order bounced out of the little beggar's hand and floated in mid-air, motionless.

"Grand Master?" Xiang Wentian was startled, and his expression turned extremely ugly.

"Who are you? Why are you robbing me?" The little beggar was startled, looked at the man in green robe and said dissatisfiedly.

"Little girl, do you want to become my teacher?" The man in green robe said with a smile.

"Huh, don't stop yelling like a little girl. Call me aunt, call me little brother! Are you...are you great?"

The little beggar stamped his feet, seeming to be disturbed and a little annoyed.

"Hahaha, you took my Black Iron Order and asked me if I'm great?" The man in green robe laughed loudly, with a cool look on his face.

He just saw the Snow Mountain Sect acting in the crowd, but he just watched with cold eyes.

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

In that case, whether the little beggar begged him for help or asked him to kill all the Snow Mountain Sect, it was all a matter of effort.

Even if he goes to destroy the Snow Mountain Sect, it is just a lot of running around and busy for him, and it is not a difficult task.

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

Although Xie Yanke kept his promise, as a Jianghu man, he also killed many people and had many enemies.

He was indeed extremely worried that the Black Iron Order would fall into the hands of his enemies. It would be extremely disgusting if his enemies really wanted him to mutilate his limbs or even force him to commit suicide.

If he kept his promise, Xie Yanke would certainly not want to commit suicide just like that, but if he didn't keep his promise, the four-word oath of answering all requests would be completely ruined, which would be even more uncomfortable than killing him.

Originally, the Snow Mountain Sect had forced this little beggar to a dead end, and he was secretly happy, but Xiang Wentian came out to cause trouble with all his might, which made him furious, and he almost wanted to bring bad luck to the Sun and Moon God Sect.

"Oh, Dongfang Bubai, the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, doesn't seem to be easy. He may not be able to defeat him with his own martial arts, so that's okay."

Xie Yanke felt a little depressed when he thought of this, so he had to watch the show again.

As a result, when he saw that the little beggar was well-spoken and smart, he couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart, and he started to think about recruiting a disciple.

"Huh? Are you the sky layman Xie Yanke?" The little beggar waved his hand: "I won't accept you as my teacher."

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

He thought that he was one of the few masters in the world, and if he really planned to recruit a disciple, it would be the other party's opportunity, 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 you are probably not good enough to become a grandmaster. You probably rely on something external. He also said that you have not created any powerful martial arts in so many years. You have no imagination. It's limited, and the level of apprenticeship is probably not that high." The little beggar suddenly stuck out his tongue.

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

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

After all, it would be very embarrassing if the exercises to establish a sect were copied from others or were very similar.

Although his martial arts skills are good, what he is good at is not the research and development of martial arts.

But when a master brings you in, cultivation depends on the individual. Creating meritorious deeds and becoming a disciple are completely different things.

Qiao Feng's master from the Beggar Clan didn't make any achievements, but he also became the number one master among the young people in the world.

Wudang Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts were unparalleled and he created the most magical martial arts in the Wudang lineage, but the seven disciples were just like a bird, and together they couldn't catch Lao Zhang's three moves and two moves.

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

"I don't dare to say my father's name randomly. I won't accept you as my teacher anyway. Give me the iron piece." The little beggar said.

"I have recycled the Xuan Tie Order, but I can promise you a condition. Just tell me." Xie Yanke snorted coldly.

"I haven't thought about it yet, and I don't want you as my teacher, and I don't want your help. I just want to keep the Black Iron Order." The little beggar laughed.

"I heard that black iron is a good thing. It is rare in the world for a sword to be indestructible. I will go back and sharpen it, and then use it to cut other people's pockets. I will be self-reliant and work hard to be unemployed!"

"absurd!"

Xie Yanke's chest felt tight and he sneered.

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

It's obviously very embarrassing if this is really done.

"Little brother, why don't you do us a favor? We'll give you as much money as you want, as long as you let this old gentleman...ah!"

A disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect felt a slight movement in his heart. He quickly took out a piece of silver 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.