Chapter 49 Disciples

Not to mention these powerful Qi-gathering swordsmen, even Xu Ziran, who had previously been most optimistic about Han Yang, looked at the figure in white on the disarmament platform in shock.

One step leads to artistic conception, one step leads to martial arts.

The talent displayed by Han Yang made Xu Ziran's scalp numb.

Moreover, this guy's basic skills are far from as bad as others think.

In less than a month, he went from the ninth level of body tempering to the third level of bone forging. This talent is probably not even comparable to that of Li Xuanyu.

Xu Ziran could no longer see through Han Yang's depth.

Now, he only knows one thing: with his status and even talent, he is not qualified to accept Han Yang as his disciple.

Even ordinary Qi gathering experts are not qualified to be Han Yang's master.

Just look at these elders who are blushing and thick-necked as they compete for Han Yang.

"Feng Buping..."

Xu Ziran suddenly found that Feng Buping, the deputy sect leader who was the first to come to watch the ceremony and wanted to accept Han Yang as his disciple and wanted to take revenge on Chen Yu from Han Yang, seemed very funny at this time.

At this time, if Feng Buping dared to say that he would accept Han Yang as his disciple, he would probably be hacked to death by five swordsmen headed by Tian Ji!

From the moment Han Yang ranked sixth on the Heavenly Ranking and ninety-eighth on the overall ranking, his destiny was firmly in his own hands.

No one in the Yuan sect who can gather energy, not even the deputy sect leader, can influence Han Yang's fate.

Talented people will surely compete with the rising sun!

All the Yuanmen could do was not to stand in the way of Han Yang.

There was blood dripping from Feng Buping's palm, and his face was twisted like a monster.

"What a Chen Yu, what a Han Yang!"

With a snap of his robe sleeves, he drove the goshawk and flew away angrily.

The poor goshawk was also affected by his murderous intention, and kept whining, very shrill.

…

Two hours later.

The third level of the martial arts competition is over.

The seven geniuses of this year all stood in the Yuanmen Hall with different expressions.

Han Yang was calm and composed, while the other six people were more or less at a loss.

Yan Pianqing, ranked eighty-nine on the Heaven Ranking, has good foundation, artistic conception, and martial arts understanding.

She should have been the proud daughter of the new generation of Yuanmen after Li Xuanyu.

Zhang Wuyou, ranked ninety-three on the Heaven Ranking, has accumulated a lot of experience and become a blockbuster.

Even if Yan Pian Piao is in front of her, she can't conceal Zhang Wuyou's extraordinary talent in martial arts comprehension.

These two people were supposed to be the most dazzling talents of this generation, but their light was blocked by the same person.

Han Yang!

One month ago, he was just the son-in-law of the Chen family, with no name.

One month later, he was ranked sixth on the Heavenly Ranking and ninety-eighth on the overall ranking. He became famous in the Yuan Sect, and his popularity was not weaker than that of Li Xuanyu, the Wine and Sword Immortal of that year.

The other six geniuses, including Yan Pian Ting, Zhang Wuyou, and Jiang Ziyu, did not expect Han Yang to be so strong.

The Wine Sword Immortal is almost equivalent to a legendary figure.

But now, a super genius who could rival the Jiujianxian stood between them.

This makes them inevitably have a feeling of being bright and beautiful.

"You talents..."

In the main hall, Xu Ziran, as the chief examiner of the martial arts competition, said leisurely, "The martial arts competition has ended. Four of the seven of you, Han Yang, Yan Pian Ping, Zhang Wuyou, and Jiang Ziyu, have been qualified to be promoted to direct disciples. But among you, Choose one of the supreme elders or deputy sect leaders to be the teacher..."

Ye Nantian, Yan Shan, and Shi Lei all felt their heads buzzing.

Seven people made it to the top, and three people failed.

This made the three of them extremely uncomfortable.

However, no one in the hall paid attention to the three frustrated people at this time. Everyone's eyes were focused on Han Yang.

The four unique skills of the Yuan Sect are swords, spears, knives and whips.

At this time, all the more than ten Qi Gathering Masters in the hall wanted to take Han Yang under their sect.

So what if the weapons are different?

Han Yang was only eighteen years old, so he could definitely switch to training in other weapons. Perhaps his talents in sword, spear, and whip would be better.

"Han Yang, I am the number one swordsman in Yuanmen. Among all the Yuanmen, I am the only one who is most suitable to be your master!"

As soon as Xu Ziran finished speaking, Tian Ji couldn't wait to speak.

The remaining four Qi Gathering Realm swordsmen all had bruises on their noses and swollen faces, but they all looked ugly and said nothing.

Obviously, before choosing a teacher, the five people had a "heated" discussion.

The beard at the corner of Tian Ji's mouth was already raised, and he looked at Han Yang with a kind and kind look.

It would be no exaggeration to say that he looked at his own son with that look in his eyes.

Just when Tian Ji thought he was sure of victory, a handsome-looking Confucian scholar in a long gown suddenly spoke slowly: "Han Yang, if you are willing to join my sect, I can arrange for you to have more discussions with Senior Sister Xuanyu! "

mean!

The moment the Confucian scholar spoke, all the Qi-gathering experts in the main hall almost cursed.

This guy was so unscrupulous in order to steal his apprentice, he even used wine and swordsman Li Xuanyu as bait to seduce Han Yang with his beauty.

"Ahem!"

There was a sound of coughing in the hall, and each of the Qi Gathering Masters signaled Han Yang with their eyes not to fall into the opponent's beauty trap.

It's a pity that they can only go so far, because they don't have a female disciple who is as beautiful as an immortal and can be called a legend.

Li Xuanyu, the Wine Sword Immortal, is well deserved to be the most popular among Yuanmen disciples.

Even the master of the Yuan Sect cannot compare with him.

Looking at the envious looks in Zhang Wuyou and Jiang Ziyu's eyes, you can tell how enviable it is to be Li Xuanyu's junior brother.

"Senior Brother Yuanyi! Xuanyu has been unable to break through for a long time. It's enough for you to work hard. It's better not to delay Han Yang."

"That's right, you should take more care of Xuanyu!"

You all gathered your strength and energy, and immediately became united in the enemy's hatred and pushed the Confucian scholar back.

"Yuan Yi? Could this be Li Yuanyi, one of the three golden sons of Yuan Sect?"

Han Yang looked at Li Yuanyi, a Confucian scholar who looked more like a scholar than a swordsman, with a little surprise.

Before his father-in-law Chen Yu disappeared, he once said that among the Yuan sect, only Li Yuanyi could be regarded as a momentary talent, and the rest were mediocre and inactive people.

Unexpectedly, Li Yuanyi, who was highly praised by Chen Yu, would look like this.

"Han Yang, if you can worship me as your teacher, I can help you enter our superior sect, Yuan Sect, Yuan Sect within three years and become a core disciple of Yuan Sect!"

At this moment, a slightly gloomy voice came from the hall again.

"Feng Buping! You've had enough!"

Tian Ji looked at Feng Buping coldly.

Does this bastard think everyone is stupid?

Who doesn't know that he wants to take Han Yang as his disciple in order to avenge Chen Yu's sword attack.

Feng Buping didn't care about Tian Ji's gaze at all, and still looked at Han Yang with burning eyes.

"Ah……"

Just when Han Yang was about to speak, a chuckle came from outside the door.

A middle-aged man in a brocade robe, with a smile on his face and narrowed eyes, making him look very friendly, walked into the hall.

"Stop arguing, Han Yang... I think he looks good, so just become my disciple."