A figure quietly emerged, not tall, nor old, it looked just middle-aged, and there was no sharp aura blooming all over the body, but it gave Qian Jue a very desperate feeling.

That's the Martial Saint.

Even if he is an immortal powerhouse who has entered the fairyland, he has to be afraid of a few martial saints!

The martial saint did not hide his appearance, he came in plain clothes, his face was handsome, he patted the young man's shoulder with some pity, and sighed: "Among your senior brothers, although your cultivation is not the highest, no one can match your talent. Now, I'm afraid that the heart of the strong has been stopped by a thousand peers, right?"

These words were not deliberately concealed, and they were heard in Qian Jue's ears one by one, and Qian Jue immediately rolled his eyes, this guy really did not have the highest cultivation among the disciples of the Martial Saint. The martial saint's means reach the sky, and the disciples he values must be extraordinary.

The young man lowered his head in shame, he had always been arrogant and conceited, and he would only do so when facing the Martial Saint.

Then, the Martial Saint turned around and looked at Qianjue.

At a glance, Qianjue felt that he had become transparent from top to bottom, and there was no secret to speak of.

In fact, the Martial Saint only saw the Thousand Peerless Five Elements Imprint, two Qi Veins, and a wisp of demonic fire. And the others, Qianjue is like being covered by a layer of mist, and it is not real.

"A pure warrior?"

Rao relied on the martial saint to deepen his cultivation, and when he cleared his physical condition, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"It seems that my prediction was right, you are indeed a pure martial artist. ”

The Martial Saint was silent for a long time before he could say a word again.

In this world where the Immortal Dao is prosperous, it is not easy to become a martial artist, let alone a pure martial artist? Even if he has worked hard for so many years, in the end, he is only infinitely close to a pure martial artist.

And Qianjue, at a young age, he will become a pure martial artist?

How did he do it?

Thinking about it, he approached Qianjue step by step, like a gust of wind coming, negligently in front of Qianjue.

Qian Jue didn't plan to run away, because he knew that he didn't have any chance at all.

"In the first battle of eternity, the martial arts gradually declined, there was a thing between heaven and earth that slowly dissipated, and many martial gods fell off the altar one after another. You, on the other hand, are an exception. ”

The Martial Saint looked at Qian Jue with a soft gaze, raised his eyes to look at this piece of heaven and earth, his eyes were full of many regrets, and suddenly looked down at Qian Jue, "Are you willing to become my disciple?"

The tone is modest and the attitude is very serious.

From his eyes, it could be seen that the Martial Saint sincerely wanted to accept Qianjue as a disciple, and there was an aura in his tone that could not be refused.

A sentence echoed in Qianjue's mind like Huang Zhong Da Lu, making him immersed in it for a long time and unable to extricate himself. His consciousness was a little hazy for a while, and he opened his mouth to say yes.

However, another voice interrupted him.

"Don't think!"

An old man who was about to die didn't know when he had appeared beside Qianjue and confronted the Martial Saint.

The old man described him as withered, thin and weak, and his old eyes had lost a lot of brilliance, but the aura that erupted on his body was not inferior to that of the Martial Saint.

He's like a mountain.

National Teacher!

Qian Jue recognized it at a glance, this was the national teacher of the Eastern Zhou Empire, an old man who was kind to him.

can be recognized and recognized, but Qianjue can't speak. At this moment, his body had been disturbed by the voice of the Martial Saint, and he had lost his ability to move, and his divine consciousness had become a little hazy. The voice of the martial saint is like having infinite magic power, and the paper of the contract has been drawn, just waiting for Qianjue to say yes.

Fortunately, the national teacher appeared, and with a flick of his hand, he dispersed the voice fluctuations of the martial saint and freed Qian Jue from it.

"Oh, you're not dead. ”

The martial saint looked at the national teacher, but he didn't move, his face was still very gentle.

The national teacher said: "I have died a long time ago." ”

"Oh, forget, you're dead a long time ago, and now it's just a wisp of obsession. However, since he is dead, why do he have to stay in this world?" sighed the Martial Saint.

"Those who have wolf ambitions want to harm the world, and even if we die, we will kill them. ”

The martial saint shook his head: "I don't want to harm him, he is a pure martial artist, and I am also a martial artist, how can I kill each other? I just want to find a way through him." ”

"You want him to be your furnace, right?" the national teacher sneered, "Human nature will not change. If I'm not mistaken, the apprentice next to you is the furnace ding you chose before. ”

The Martial Saint suddenly changed color.

The national teacher said indifferently: "And now that you know that Qianjue is a pure martial artist, you know that this is the best furnace ding." You've lived for so many years, you've taken in so many apprentices, and now you're only a few of them, why is that? It's because they've failed to make furnaces, right?"

"Master ......"

The young man behind the Martial Saint's eyes widened. If what the national teacher said is true, then isn't he very dangerous?

"Shut up! This old puppet is bewitching the crowd, do you believe it?!" The martial saint turned around and scolded the young man, but he didn't control his emotions, and a mighty coercion spread all over the world, pressing the young man to vomit blood immediately.

The national teacher smiled: "Annoyed and angry?"

Wu Sheng snorted coldly: "With your current state, today, you can't keep this kid." ”

"Then it's up to you. I haven't fought for so many years, and it's really like looking at how many pounds and taels you have. "The national teacher is not afraid in the face of it, even if his current state is really very bad.

"Humph!"

The martial saint snorted coldly, the sound was like thunder, and the breath was terrifying, sweeping in all directions, and the surrounding mountains and rocks suddenly burst.

The national teacher's sleeves twitched, and he directly sent Qianjue to a far away, and heard the national teacher's voice "Go away!"

Qian Jue knew that this level of battle was not something he could participate in, so he turned around and left.

Who knows, as soon as Qianjue wanted to move, he felt as if his body had been under a spell, and he couldn't move a bit.

"Unless you can kill me today, he won't be able to move!"

The martial saint said to the national teacher: "And it's good that you can save your life! It's just a wisp of obsession, and I really think I've become a god!"

"Boom!"

The martial saint's big hand covered the sky, the violent aura was mighty, the golden light flashed like the sun exploding, and countless sword qi burst out, instantly submerging the national teacher.

Fortunately, the national teacher is really very strong, although he seems to be old, he can destroy the world with a gesture.

"Sonorous!"

The national teacher stretched out his hand and grabbed a yin and yang long sword out of thin air, and while the yin and cold broke out, the yang bloomed on the other hand, and the yin and yang worked together, shaking the Quartet.

This is the strongest side of the national teacher that Qianjue has seen at present, an old man in such a bad physical condition can burst out with such a shocking power.

The two of them fought in the heavens and the earth, and all kinds of spells appeared in the world, and the sky and the earth were shattered, and the surrounding broken walls and ruins were directly turned into flying ashes, and houses continued to collapse.