Chapter 746 Insights

"What an awesome beast master."

In the field, after another sword fight, Jiang Wuyin looked at the little lion on the opposite side who still seemed to have some strength left, with awe in his eyes.

Compared to Ye Fan, a talent he had already imagined, the little lion gave him a completely different feeling, not only the weird shape, the extraordinary

A beast can learn like a human, and has extremely terrifying learning ability, which is beyond Jiang Wuyin's imagination.

It obviously didn't know how to use frenzy and tornado before it fought with itself, but in such a short period of time, it completely copied these two sword styles from the battle with itself, which others may take a lifetime to learn. Law.

Not to mention Ye Fan's unfamiliar swordsmanship foundation. In this moment, he has become like a master who has been using swords for many years...

"Is it born for the sword..." This thought came to mind. Jiang Wuyin stared at the little lion. The two sides looked at each other, but Jiang Wuyin's eyes lit up with a flame of excitement.

As the master of the Sword Pavilion and a lifelong swordsman, he certainly knows what it means to live for the sword.

He also lives for the sword.

"If that's the case, I won't be so alone."

After saying this, a violent momentum suddenly swept through the hall, and the spirit sword was summoned, spinning rapidly around Jiang Wuyin.

Huge sword intent spurted out from his body. At this moment, he no longer looked like a human being. Surrounded by thousands of spiritual swords, he seemed to have turned into a sword.

A sword that created the world.

"If I can take this sword, I will make an exception and accept a disciple, and he will be my closed disciple." Looking at the little lion, Jiang Wuyin spoke slowly.

"I can be regarded as the first person in Jiange after the Patriarch."

"Yeah." The little lion just nodded, facing Jiang Wuyin, it silently tapped its chest.

Boom.

Knocking it four times, it was responded to by four dull heartbeats. With each heartbeat, its blood vessels would open a little.

One solution, two solutions, three solutions, four solutions. After four blasts, the little lion reached its peak.

"Is this your perfect form?" Jiang Wuyin stopped holding the sword. He slowly raised his hand, and thousands of spiritual swords instantly gathered in front of him.

"go!"

With a command, the spirit sword came out of the cage and merged together as it flew out, turning into a giant long sword. Before the sword could arrive, the sound of strong wind had already caused everyone to fall over on their backs.

"This blow is enough to kill the king-level relic with the power of glory." Ye Fan was on one side, and when he saw this sword, the light in his eyes also lit up.

Using the power of glory to shake the power of a king is the judgment of a peerless genius.

And Jiang Wuyin is such a person.

"Roar!"

With a blow that destroyed the world, the little lion also roared. At this moment, it had transformed into a giant beast. The giant sword was no longer awkward in its hand. Facing these ten thousand spiritual swords, it counterattacked with a decisive swordsmanship.

Clang, clang, clang.

The giant sword collided with the ten thousand spiritual swords, and the tip of the combined spiritual sword was split. The giant sword pushed forward, tearing apart and colliding with the spiritual sword at the same time.

Sparks flew out, and the collision of swords did not stop. Soon, the giant sword made of ordinary material was completely worn out, and the remaining spiritual swords hit the little lion one by one.

Its body is extremely powerful, and with the blessing of the Four Elements, a single spiritual sword cannot pierce its skin, but can only push it out.

Snap, snap, snap.

Just like that, carrying the remaining spiritual swords, when the little lion was pushed to the edge of the hall, the last spiritual sword also hit it and fell to the ground.

The hall fell into silence. No one could imagine, especially the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, that a strange beast could withstand Jiang Wuyin's sword control skills in such a posture.

It split open the tip of the giant sword that was fused with the spirit sword. If the sword in its hand wasn't made of too ordinary material, it might even have broken the blow.

"You..." Faced with this result, Jiang Wuyin opened his mouth, but no words came out.

The little lion failed to break the sword with the sword, but its monster-like physique allowed it to block this almost insurmountable killing move head-on.

"At noon, bring your beast master to Wangjian Peak to find me."

After a long silence, Jiang Wuyin finally watched Ye Fan leave a sentence, waved his hand, and left the hall.

Apparently, he really decided to take the little lion as his disciple.

"Little lion, you are great." Ye Fan did not hesitate to praise him. He came to the little lion and was about to pat it, but found that the little lion had frozen.

The next moment, its four solutions disappeared and it fell to its knees with a plop.

Ye Fan was startled, and quickly grabbed the little lion. After checking, he found that the elemental power was overloaded to the extreme, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that resisting that sword is not without cost. You used a huge amount of elemental power to maintain your strength."

Patting the weak little lion, Ye Fan still praised: "But this is also very powerful."

"You have gained his approval. From now on, you can be his close disciple."

"What, a closed disciple?" Little Lion asked slightly weakly.

"You don't know about closed disciples?" Ye Fan was confused. Remembering that the little lion had never been exposed to the outside world, he quickly asked: "Then you don't know what being a disciple is?"

"I don't understand." Little Lion shook his head.

This answer made Ye Fan stunned: "Then why did you resist that blow? Is the load of elemental power harmful to your body?"

"Why?" Ye Fan's question made the little lion pause, and then it just pushed away Ye Fan's hand and answered in a less fluent language:

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"Master, I heard that you promised King Ye to accept his beast master as a closed disciple?"

In the evening, Zhang Pingzhi, who had been cleaning hard all day, returned to the hall carrying a broom and dustpan. As soon as he came in, he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Master, have you lost?"

"Traitor, I didn't lose." There were curses in the room, but Zhang Pingzhi smiled playfully.

As masters and apprentices for decades, they are very close most of the time.

"Master, tell me what's going on. Why did you accept a beast as a disciple? Or a closed disciple?" Zhang Pingzhi leaned in front of the door and whispered to the crack of the door: "Is it because I'm leaving? Are you afraid of Jiange?" People inherit, and they panic and choose their own way..."

"What does panic mean?" The door opened and Jiang Wuyin snorted as he looked at Zhang Pingzhi at the door.

"His beast control is at least ten thousand times better than your understanding."

"My understanding is not bad." Zhang Pingzhi was not annoyed and said with a smile: "It's just that the matter of closing the disciples is very important, so Pingzhi is a little curious."

"What are you curious about?" Jiang Wuyin replied, but some scenes from the day flashed through his mind.

"That beast...has the qualities that are most suitable for the sword pavilion."

"What qualities are suitable for Jiange? What?"

"Fearless." Jiang Wuyin replied, sighing slightly at the scene during the day: "When I used that sword, I didn't see any fear in the eyes of the beast."

"So the master accepted it as a disciple because of its fearlessness?" Zhang Pingzhi reacted, nodded, and quickly said tentatively: "It's really not because the beast directly split the master's sword. The tip of the sword and forcefully carried it down? "

"Go away." Jiang Wuyin rolled his eyes at Zhang Ping: "Do you really think that your master is too old to succeed?"

"That beast is not strong enough to resist my combined sword. I just temporarily took away the power of the sword."

"So, Master, are you letting go?" Zhang Pingzhi asked.

"That's right." Jiang Wuyin nodded: "I saw a lot of possibilities in that beast, but it's impossible to kill it with one sword."

"If we really kill him, the friendly relationship between us and King Ye will collapse again." Zhang Pingzhi replied, suddenly thinking of Ling Zhi, and asked: "What about Ling Zhi?"

"What should I do?" Jiang Wuyin asked.

"Aren't there only two closed disciples?" Zhang Pingzhi replied: "Ling Zhi has been training as the next generation leader. Now that there is another closed disciple, will it affect Ling Zhi's growth?"

"Children always compete for favor."

"What you said makes some sense." Jiang Wuyin nodded, but quickly waved his hand casually: "It doesn't matter. If you leave, there will be one less closed disciple."

"Ah?" Zhang Ping was stunned: "If I leave, will I be immediately expelled as a closed disciple?"

"What if?"

"I can't be expelled." Zhang Pingzhi hugged Jiang Wuyin's thigh: "Master! I am your favorite disciple!!!"