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Qin Xiaobao obviously had a look of surprise on his face at this little boy's sudden apprenticeship, and he didn't expect that this little boy would suddenly want to worship Yan Feng as a teacher.

"Little baby donor, do you say that Yan Shizhu will accept this little guy as an apprentice" The fat monk on the side whispered in Qin Xiaobao's ear, with a wave of excitement on his face.

"I don't know. Qin Xiaobao's thick eyebrows furrowed, looking at the little boy kneeling in front of Yan Feng.

"It depends on what Brother Feng means. ”

"How about we make a bet, let's bet on a hundred roast chickens" The fat monk smiled at the corner of his mouth, obviously wanting to make a false accusation.

"Don't bet. "Qin Xiaobao doesn't look at the fat monk, this guy is a bad man, when he was in the villa, at the beginning, out of curiosity, Qin Xiaobao often bet with the fat monk The result is that Qin Xiaobao's body, in the room, everything that the fat monk can see is in his pocket.

Since then, Qin Xiaobao has sworn that he will not bet with this guy if he dies.

Yan Feng looked down at the little boy kneeling in front of him, the little boy knocked his head to the ground, Yan Feng didn't raise his head without speaking, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his voice came out: "I can accept you as an apprentice." ”

As soon as the voice came out, Qin Xiaobao and the fat monk were stunned, although both of them guessed that Yan Feng might accept it, but when Yan Feng really agreed to accept the apprentice, he really couldn't suppress the surprise in his heart.

Of course, the most excited thing is the little boy, the moment he heard Yan Feng's answer, the head began to snap and fell to the ground, such a little boy is not afraid of bleeding or pain.

"Before that, though. ”

Yan Feng continued, his hand stretched out lightly, and the Tiangang sword behind him was unsheathed and slowly fell into his hand.

"Draw this sword. ”

With a flick of his hand, with a bang, the Tiangang sword was inserted in front of the little boy, and the little boy's head was raised suddenly, looking at the Tiangang sword that was inserted on the ground in front of him, almost as tall as others.

There was fortitude in his eyes, he stood up suddenly, wiped the blood from his forehead, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, shouted, and desperately lifted up, trying to pull the Tiangang sword out of the ground, but no matter how hard he tried, the sword couldn't be pulled out.

Again and again, the little boy tried his best to draw his sword, the sweat on his forehead was hot, and when he pulled it out for the seventh time, the little boy was already exhausted, and sat down on the ground, gasping for air.

This sword seemed to rob him of his physical strength, otherwise it would not have been possible to become like this even if he had drawn the sword seven times.

"Brother Feng, he is a child after all. Qin Xiaobao looked at the little boy's appearance, and couldn't help but speak.

Yan Feng didn't pay any attention to it, and said in a condensed voice: "If you can't pull it out, you won't be qualified to become my disciple." ”

When the little boy heard Yan Feng's words, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up from the ground again, grabbed the hilt of the Tiangang sword, and screamed to pull it out, but no matter how he pulled it out, the Tiangang sword just didn't move.

With a bang, the little boy knelt directly beside the sword.

This is the eighth time

The little boy's physical strength was almost collapsed, bending over and gasping for breath, and his entire shirt was already soaked with sweat, but surprisingly, he still did not give up, but swayed and stood up again, walked to the Tiangang sword, and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

Ninth time

Shouting with all his strength, the little boy poured out the last trace of strength in his body, and the hands holding the hilt of Tiangang's sword suddenly lifted up, but the sword still did not move.

With a bang, the little boy couldn't support it anymore, and fell directly to the ground with his head up, his physical strength was completely exhausted, and at this moment, it was difficult for him to even stand up.

Looking at this scene, there was no change in emotion in Yan Feng's eyes, and he didn't look at the little boy who fell to the ground at all, but turned his head and walked towards the crack.

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p; "Xiaobao, fatty, let's go. The fat monk hurriedly followed.

"Brother Wind"

Qin Xiaobao looked at the little boy who fell to the ground, but he didn't know what to do.

Just as Yan Feng's figure was getting closer and closer to the crack, and when it was only three feet away from the crack, a smile appeared from the corner of his mouth.

"Wait, wait, wait"

Behind him, the little boy stood up again, the blood on his forehead mixed with beads of sweat crossed his immature face, his figure swayed, and he couldn't even stand steadily, but the hands grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled it out suddenly.

The sword was drawn in an instant.

Even the little boy himself, at the moment when he pulled out the sword, the whole person was stunned, looking at the sword in his hand in a daze, he couldn't figure out why he couldn't pull out the sword when he was full of strength before, and he almost had no strength at the moment, but just like that, this sword was like he came out.

Yan Feng slowly walked to the little boy's side and said with a smile.

"This sword will be yours from now on. ”

Yan Feng waved his hand, and a wave of vitality poured into the little boy's body, and he immediately regained the physical strength he had lost before, and even the wound on his forehead was restored as before.

This Tiangang Sword was deliberately done by Yan Feng in order to test the little boy's Dao heart.

The things in the world are the ninth extreme, and the tenth is the extreme realm of heaven and man

The previous nine times he drew the sword, no matter what the little boy's strength was, it was impossible to pull out the sword, let alone him, as long as the strength did not exceed that of the person who was Yan Feng, there was no possibility of pulling it out, but every time he pulled it, one-ninth of the physical strength in the body of the person who drew the sword would be withdrawn.

When the sword is drawn nine times, the physical strength of the person who draws the sword is all empty, and at this time, the only thing that can support a person is faith.

As long as the belief is sufficient, the sword drawer will be pulled out for the tenth time, and the sword will naturally be drawn.

To be honest, Yan Feng was very satisfied with the performance of this little boy, especially the hard work.

The little boy was holding a sword that was about the same height as himself, and now he was still a little stunned, this sword was his own

"Why are you stunned, why are you calling the master?" the fat monk on the side patted the little boy's head.

The little boy reacted immediately, and hurriedly shouted at Yan Feng Master.

Yan Feng didn't embarrass him, and nodded.

"Xiaobao, don't delay any longer, get down to business. ”

Yan Feng said in a condensed voice, turned to look at the crack in front of him, turned his head to the fat monk and said, "Fatty, this little guy is handed over to you for the time being." ”

The fat monk patted his belly: "Don't worry, follow the Buddha, who comes over Lao Tzu to drink him to death." ”

Of course Yan Feng knew what he meant, the night white pot of Cui Fujun's night white pot had become the fat monk's specialty weapon, and he didn't know what this guy was doing in the night white pot at the moment.

The fat monk put the little boy on his neck: "Hey, little guy, your sword is in position, don't poke the Buddha." ”

"Oh oh oh" The little boy also came back from his previous shock, and suddenly there was excitement and excitement on his face.

Holding the sword in both hands is like holding a treasure.

"Let's go. ”

Yan Feng stared at this crack and stepped directly into it, Qin Xiaobao, the fat monk holding the little boy, Qin Peng, followed behind one after another.

"What's your name, little one?"

When all four of them stepped into this crack, the crack turned into a black light and disappeared in an instant.

"My name is Zhou Li"

The immature child's voice is the last voice in this crack.