A washed-up martial arts master reborn 30 years ago

Chapter 162 Success
"That's right, that's true."

The old man nodded, he naturally remembered this matter.

But then he went out for several months because of something else,
When I came back, I didn't see Yang Qingyun.

I just felt that the other party left because he couldn't stand the pain of staying in Iron Bone Mountain and cutting down Iron Branch Wood day after day to practice his sword skills, so he didn't take it to heart.

Have you misunderstood the other party?

As a senior expert, he naturally disdained to take back his past promises, so he looked at Yang Qingyun.

"You mean, you have completed mastering the sword's power?"

"Please allow me, the junior, to show me your skills in front of the seniors!"

Yang Qingyun did not answer directly, but bowed towards the old man.

The old man touched his chin and beard.
Nor did it refuse.

He really doesn't have the thought or time to accept a disciple now.

But if this boy performs well,

Rewards are motivating,
It is also reasonable.

After getting the old man’s nod of permission,

Yang Qingyun took a long breath, took out the long knife from his storage bag, and held it tightly with both hands.

Behind him, Elder Zhou glanced at the storage bag Yang Qingyun was carrying, and was a little surprised, but he just thought it was Yang Qingyun's chance, nothing more.

hum!
The long knife trembled, and a cold light flickered on the sharp blade.

Yang Qingyun held a sword in his hand, and the long sword in his hand bloomed like cicada wings. The dazzling light tore through the air, and the lightning-like light illuminated the world.

But there was only a small, invisible sound in my ears, like the invisible ripples caused by flying insects flying across the calm lake from a high place!

If the other two people present were not powerful men who were as powerful as gods in the eyes of ordinary people, I am afraid that this small voice would not be heard at all!
This is the terrifying power attached to the blade, cutting even the sound!
Yang Qingyun wielded a set of basic sword skills on the field.
The knife cuts through the air,

Silent again!
At this time, his control over the power of the sword was already perfect, and it was all revealed at this moment!
"Great!"

Elder Zhou, who was standing behind him and took in the whole scene in front of him, could not help but sigh in his heart as the heavy sword light reflected in his eyes.

Being able to master the power of the sword to such a meticulous level, let alone the outer disciples, even among the inner disciples, those who can surpass him will never exceed the number of hands!
And Elder Zhou has not forgotten,

Yang Qingyun is now only sixteen or seventeen years old, and it has only been only a year since he entered the Holy Ji Sect and became a true outer disciple of the sect!

If it weren't for Xie Qingtian who had a natural sword bone, I'm afraid that the Yang Qingyun in front of him could be said to be a genius monster that the Holy Ji Sect has rarely encountered in a hundred years!

This,

It also made Elder Zhou more and more determined to find a better master for Yang Qingyun to prevent this seedling from dying midway!

And just as thoughts emerged in Elder Zhou's mind,

opposite him,

The old man not far away frowned slightly, his expression seemed to have changed, and there seemed to be a flash of hesitation.

This slight change,
It was also seen by Yang Qingyun who was about to finish wielding a set of basic sword skills.

"It doesn't seem to work yet."

"That's it! If it fails, forget it, but at least before that, show as much as possible!"

Yang Qingyun's eyes became firm again.

He originally planned to stop after demonstrating the basic knife skills, but he changed his mind.

When the last move of the basic sword technique is executed,

He took a deep breath and slashed his mind!
Deep in his mind, the sword that had been cultivated for more than ten days was slashed out again!

The knife lights up,
A bright light burst out between the sky and the earth, the air seemed to be torn open, and the sharp sound roar was like a tsunami, chopping the waves and dividing the sea!
But what made the old man change his color was,
Deep in that dazzling sword light,
An unyielding will of the sword tore apart the sky, roaring down!

"The will of the sword."

The old man murmured in a low voice, his eyes became deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

until a quarter of an hour later,

The light faded, and the torrent stirred by the knife in the surrounding world disappeared, and everything returned to its previous calm appearance.

The air was quiet for a moment,
But then,

Then the old man was seen looking at Yang Qingyun, stroking his chin and beard with his hand, the corners of his mouth raised, and his originally cloudy eyes became clear again, seeming to have a different kind of light:
"You're very good boy."

"I am Mu Xiangzi. Some of my colleagues call me Mu Taoist. If you don't mind that the old man is dying, I can teach you for a while."

see this scene,
Yang Qingyun didn't know yet, but the matter was already done!

He immediately bowed to him and said:

"Disciple Yang Qingyun has met Master!"

time flies,
A month passed in the blink of an eye.

Within the secret realm at the top of Iron Bone Mountain,

At this time, Yang Qingyun was wearing ordinary linen clothes, waving the hoe in his hand one after another, plowing the fields in the secret realm just like Taoist Mu Xiangzi.

Since this time,

As the one-year period came to an end, Elder Zhou also began to lead the more than [-] new outer sect disciples to start running around, familiarizing themselves with various situations in the sect, going out to experience, and teaching and guiding them one by one, arranging for them to truly Various matters after entering the outer door.

Those who are capable began to take advantage of this last moment to take the initiative one after another.

I hope to be valued by Elder Zhou.

Not wanting to blend into the tens of thousands of outer disciples of the sect, he merged into the vast sea of ​​people like water droplets falling into the sea, and disappeared without a sound.

During this process,

A lot of big things happened.

Some people have great reputations, others have come to an end sadly, and some even fight hard for the title of elite outer sect disciple.

Among the group of newly promoted outer disciples,

It suddenly became lively.

But these have little to do with Yang Qingyun.

Since that day when he became a disciple, he was listed in the sect, and his master kept him here, and he has been tilling the land till now.

Although his name and deeds are undoubtedly deeply imprinted on the more than 700 new outer disciples,
And he left behind a popular legend that was admired and looked up to by many people. It gradually spread to the outside world and was marveled and discussed by more people.

His reputation also spread.

Occasionally, passers-by can still be heard talking about him on the road.

But Yang Qingyun, who has been cultivating in the secret realm, naturally has no chance to understand this.

But even if you know it,
He has no intention to pay attention to this!
Because at this time, Yang Qingyun was immersed in hoeing!
It was not until shortly after he became a disciple of Mu Xiangzi that he realized that tilling and hoeing the fields turned out to be a way of spiritual practice!

Since this month,

Don’t get too many benefits from him!
(End of this chapter)