Chapter 29: Innate Sword Bone
The old man Shenjian was somewhat unwilling.
Originally, he had accepted the fact that he was not as good as Taoist Longshan, and was ready to save face with his disciples, but he did not expect that he was still at a disadvantage.
Although it was just a casual competition now, and neither side had tried their best, he still felt very uncomfortable with the ending.
Taoist Longshan said helplessly:
"According to Brother Shenjian's words, let the true disciples continue?"
The old man Shenjian shook his head, pointed at Zhuang Chen, and said with a hint of pampering on his face:
"A few years ago, I accepted a closed disciple named Zhuang Chen. He is now eight years old and has just practiced martial arts for two years."
"After ten years, most of the true disciples will be over thirty years old, and it will not be their turn to play. In the future, these young people will be the main force of the next ten-year agreement. Why not let them get familiar with it first?"
"I will not take advantage of you. As long as you are a disciple of the Zhenwu Sect under ten years old, you can fight with Zhuang Chen. Whoever wins will be given this Dragon Owl Sword!"
Said.
He pulled out the broad and long sword from his back and stuck it on the martial arts arena.
The blade was dull, but it had a breathtaking edge.
A top-notch sword!
This was undoubtedly the top-notch reward that appeared this time. Obviously, the old man Shenjian was a little embarrassed and directly took out his sword as a reward. Of course, to some extent, it also showed his confidence.
In an instant.
The eyes of many Zhenwu disciples lit up.
Then he couldn't help but feel regretful, and only regretted that he was not under ten years old, otherwise he might have a chance to get this famous sword.
But some people also noticed the hidden information in the words of the old man Shenjian.
"This boy is eight years old and has practiced martial arts for two years. Doesn't it mean that his bones have been formed at the age of six?" Qin Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and his mood fluctuated.
His bones were formed at the age of seven, and Zhuang Chen was one year faster than him.
Although whether the bones are formed early or not is not entirely related to talent, he still couldn't help but feel nervous.
Ning Qi looked at Zhuang Chen with a little surprise, and got a simple smile from the other party in response.
He didn't expect that this seemingly unintelligent little fat boy actually had such a high talent.
When Taoist Longshan saw that the old man Shenjian even took out his own sword, he couldn't help but smile bitterly:
"Brother Shenjian, why do you have to do this..."
The old man Shenjian waved his hand and said heroically:
"It doesn't matter. If the Zhenwu Sect has such a talent, just take the Dragon Owl Sword!"
Ye Qinghe looked strange.
Isn't this rushing to give the famous sword?
She knew how powerful her little junior brother was. When he met the white ape a year ago, he had already refined his bones. Now he might have refined his organs or even his marrow!
She didn't believe that the silly little fat boy could be so evil after practicing for two years.
Everyone had different thoughts.
Dong He, the eldest brother of Shenjian Sect, whispered a few words in Zhuang Chen's ear, and Zhuang Chen's eyes lit up. He seemed to be bargaining with Dong He until Dong He smiled bitterly. Zhuang Chen walked to the center of the martial arts field.
His voice was a bit silly:
"I am Zhuang Chen, the true disciple of the Divine Sword Sect. Who of you will give me a chicken leg? Oh, no, no, who will fight me?"
Seeing the fat boy sucking his nose hard, a low laugh came from the Zhenwu Sect. Everyone in the Divine Sword Sect held their foreheads. The old man of the Divine Sword Sect was silent and turned his head away.
"I, Zhao Changhe, will meet you!"
Before Ning Qi got up, a ten-year-old boy from the Zhenwu Sect had already rushed out first.
This boy developed very early and looked more than two heads taller than Zhuang Chen. He was the best among the disciples of the same age. He started practicing martial arts at the age of eight and has been practicing martial arts for two years now. He just broke through to the flesh refining realm two days ago. His talent is almost second only to the true disciples.
"You are not my opponent." The fat boy shook his head.
Zhao Changhe snorted coldly:
"You will know after the fight."
He practiced a rock-hard spear technique, which was defensive and offensive. At this time, he was holding a spear and killing, and with the increase in strength from the flesh refining, he was quite powerful.
Zhuang Chen drew his sword, as if he had suddenly become a different person.
His eyes were sharp, and even his snot seemed to have turned into two ‘green swords’. His chubby body was incredibly flexible, and he moved gently, like a breeze caressing a willow, and easily avoided Zhao Changhe’s spear thrust.
Qin Yun’s pupils shrank slightly.
“Refining tendons? This guy has been practicing martial arts for two years and has already reached the realm of refining tendons?”
This practice speed is faster than his.
Taoist Longshan also glanced sideways.
The old man with the magic sword raised his mouth.
On the field, Zhuang Chen counterattacked, and he was holding a wooden sword in his hand. The sword stabbed out with the meaning of dragon roar and tiger roar, heavy as a green mountain pressing down on the top.
Zhao Changhe’s forehead was sweating, and his spear was like a rock, very stable and solid.
But he couldn’t stop it.
The strength and martial arts realm were not on the same level.
With a bang, Zhao Changhe flew back and fell to the ground.
Some Zhenwu disciples hurriedly went up to check if there were any injuries, but saw Zhao Changhe climbed up by himself. There was something incredible in his eyes. Just now, the wooden sword was like a green mountain pressing down on his head, as if it was going to crush his bones and body, but at the critical moment, the power disappeared without a trace. He just fell a little embarrassed, but he was not injured at all.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so weak, I almost didn't stop."
Zhuang Chen's words made him angry.
But the other party's eyes were so sincere.
Taoist Longshan stared at Zhuang Chen and said uncertainly:
"Lifting heavy things as if it were light? At such a young age, the sword has reached such a level. Does this boy have an innate sword bone?"
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The old man Shenjian finally couldn't help laughing triumphantly:
"You are a cow nose with some knowledge, otherwise do you think I am taking this last disciple for fun? Your eighth disciple is indeed talented, but if Chen'er is the same age as him, he may not be Chen'er's opponent."
Qin Yun lowered his head and clenched his fist, without saying anything.
The Taoist Longshan nodded slightly with admiration in his eyes:
"Innate sword bone, and a pure heart, Brother Shenjian, you have accepted a good disciple."
The old man Shenjian felt extremely comfortable.
He smiled and turned his head, wanting to see the change in the expression of the Taoist Longshan, but what surprised him was that although the Taoist Longshan admired, he did not have the envy he imagined.
The Taoist Longshan laughed secretly.
If it was before, he would indeed be a little envious.
But since he accepted Ning Qi, no matter what kind of genius disciple in the world, he would not be envious of him anymore.
He looked over.
Ning Qi had already stood up and walked towards Zhuang Chen.
Taoist Longshan quickly sent a message:
"Xiaojiu, hold back a little."
He was afraid that his disciple would accidentally break the treasure of the old man with the magic sword.
Perhaps he was the only one who knew Ning Qi's realm best in the entire Zhenwu Mountain.
Ning Qi nodded slightly.
He stopped a disciple who was about to go on stage and said lightly:
"Let me do it."
He saw clearly that the little fat man should have just entered the realm of tendon training, and he also had a good level of swordsmanship. No disciple under the age of ten in the entire Zhenwu Sect could be his opponent.
Except him.
Ning Qi did not have the idea of shrinking back. As a true disciple of the Zhenwu Sect, it was impossible for him to watch the little fat man sweeping recklessly. He only showed a little bit of his strength, which was not a problem.
He did not have the bad taste of waiting for his disciples to be defeated one after another before finally appearing as the savior.
He wanted to solve it early and went back to Qiudaoyuan to read.
Everyone was stunned.
After all, Ning Qi is showing up less and less now, and many Zhenwu disciples see Ning Qi as a bit mysterious.
But there was no time to think about it.
Ning Qi was already standing opposite Zhuang Chen.
"Little Fatty, go ahead."
Zhuang Chen didn't care about Ning Qi's address, he said seriously:
"Ning Qi, I don't want to hit you, you go down."
He originally wanted to say 'Ning Qi, you are not very smart, I can't bear to hit you', but he felt that this seemed impolite, so he changed his words in the end.
But Ning Qi obviously saw what Zhuang Chen was thinking from his eyes.
Ning Qi was helpless.
He exhaled slowly and decided to teach this silly little fat boy a lesson.
