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Boom!

Ye Wujian didn't have any power to resist, and slammed into the wall, kicking up a layer of dust.

The old man swept through the gray dust, and then rushed to Ye Wuji's body, and then clicked on Ye Wuji's body several times in a row before returning to his bed to rest.

When the custodial police heard the movement in the detention cell, they immediately rushed over to check on it, and immediately found the old man lying on the bed listening to the radio, while a young man by the wall was lying on the ground, covered in dust.

Bang Bang ......

The guardian kept knocking on the iron door, pointing at Ye Wujian on the ground and scolding: "Boy, be honest with me when you get here, don't make trouble for me, otherwise you will feel better." If you don't sleep in a bed, you have to lie on the ground, are you sick in the brain, or are you cheap?"

Ye Wuqian wanted to inform the guardian police officer that it was not that Lao Tzu wanted to cause trouble, but that the dead old man had nothing to do and deliberately came to find fault.

"I don't care if you like to sleep on the bed or on the floor, just give me a little comfort. The custodial officer said a few words of threat and left the detention cell.

Ye Wujian slowly stood up from the ground, patting the dust on his body while looking at the old man opposite with fear.

The strength shown by the old man was too shocking, several levels higher than his strength.

"What is the origin of this old man, his skills are so powerful, who can catch him in?" Ye Wujian had a question in his heart, but he didn't dare to assert it.

The old man in front of him did not have the slightest appearance of being a master in the world, his gray hair and beard seemed to have not been taken care of for a long time, as bad as a bird's nest, and the clothes he wore were also very tattered, at first glance, he looked more like a beggar than a peerless master.

Seeing that the mysterious old man was still listening to the narration by himself, Ye Wujian still asked: "I'm sorry, the junior was offended a lot just now, how do you call the senior?"

"Haha, what senior, you can call me an old man in the future. If it weren't for the fact that there were only you and the old man in this room now, I would have crippled you just now and sent you to the hospital, so you don't have to suffer here. The old man said without turning his head.

When Ye Wuqian heard this, he couldn't help sweating on his forehead, what do you mean to beat me to you and cripple you, so that you can be sent to the hospital without being imprisoned.

Cripple should be much more tragic than prison.

Ye Wujian didn't refute, he retorted a minute ago, and the consequences were still vivid.

"Eh, senior old man, have you also cultivated the inner family exercises? The younger generation sees that your cultivation is far above mine, so is it a cultivation above the innate realm?"

Regarding the knowledge of the cultivation realm, Ye Wujian only knew the innate realm, and he didn't know what realm was going up, and no one could tell him. Now that there is a peerless powerhouse appearing in front of him, he is not humble enough to ask, and it will be even more difficult to improve in terms of cultivation in the future.

"Innate realm?hehe, a martial artist of this level is just an ant in the world, the old man can be killed with just one palm, but an innate martial artist like you is very special, maybe it will take two palms to kill you." The old man said disapprerovingly, as if the innate martial artist was not enough to be an ant in his eyes, and he could knead it at will.

The strength of the innate martial artist, Ye Wujian is deeply aware of it, it should be extremely strong in the world, but in the eyes of the old man, it is so unbearable.

Ye Wujian felt frustrated in his confidence, and after thinking about it carefully, it actually made sense, Wang Zhan asked him to be able to reach the Xuan-level martial artist, so he must be a master above the innate realm.

"Old man, the junior is called Ye Wuji, since my master is missing, so the senior hopes to be able to teach one or two, because I must reach the cultivation of a Xuan-level martial artist within a year, otherwise my beloved will leave me. For the sake of Qu Baiqiu, Ye Wuqian was willing to ask the old man for advice, but it was just a slap, and it was not a big deal.

When the old man heard this, he seemed to get up with interest, crossed Erlang's legs, took off his shoes, and picked his feet with his hands.

"Huh......"

Ye Wujian was disgusted by the old man's indecent movements, please, no matter what, you are also a peerless master, you should be a bit of a master, okay?

The old man completely ignored the disgust in Ye Wuji's eyes, and still went his own way, and said while picking his feet: "Your name is Ye Wuji, and your name is not bad, but your cultivation is really poor among your peers." ”

What! Lao Tzu's cultivation is still very poor among his peers? Impossible, you must know how long I have only been cultivating, and it is a miracle that I can break through to the innate realm in a short period of time.

Ye Wujian has always regarded himself as a martial arts genius, but now that he is humiliated like this by the old man, if he wants to say that he is comfortable, he is undoubtedly lying.

"Old man, I've been in the innate realm for a while, and in my opinion, I can be called a genius in the world. ”

"Arrogant, stinky boy, you are too ignorant of the sky and the earth, you can be called a genius, you should have reached your cultivation before the age of sixteen, and you look almost twenty, so the old man said that your qualifications are too poor. ”

The more the old man talked, the more it hit Ye Wuji's self-confidence, and only if he could reach the innate realm before the age of sixteen could he be called a genius.

From this point of view, Ye Wujian is really not a genius, and in the four years in between, if he works hard to cultivate those geniuses, he is afraid that he has already reached the cultivation level of a Xuan-level martial artist or above.

Suddenly, Ye Wujian thought of the problem that Wang Zhan had specially pointed out, that he must have the cultivation of a Xuan-level martial artist in order to be qualified to find Qu Baiqiu. From this point of view, at his age, he should be the cultivation of a Xuan-level martial artist in order to stand out among his peers.

Wang Zhan was also taken away, no one could tell him how he should cultivate, the only chance was the old man in front of him, his cultivation must be above the Xuan-level martial artist, then he was willing to teach himself, maybe he could cultivate to the realm of a Xuan-level martial artist within a year.

Thinking of this, Ye Wujian leaned over decisively and said: "Old man, seniors, juniors do have people who must be found, but the strength of Xuan-level martial artists is qualified, please teach me about cultivation, I will definitely repay him tenfold one day." ”

The old man yawned, stretched his waist and said, "Ah, the old man is not interested in anything now, especially accepting disciples, all the disciples in the world are church disciples, and the master is starved to death." You have important things to do, it's your own business, and it has nothing to do with the old man, the old man still wants to spend the rest of his life in peace, and be disturbed to sleep by the old man, otherwise you won't just fall to the ground. ”

Before Ye Wujian could plead a few words, the old man had already turned around and fell asleep, and then snored loudly, sleeping like a dead pig.

"Alas......"

Ye Wujian could only sigh in vain, people were unwilling to teach him, and he was helpless, he couldn't just hold a gun to threaten, and he thought that firearms might not be of any use to such a peerless master.