Full level of enlightenment: I achieved Daozu by ascending to the lower realm

Chapter 29: Innate Sword Bone
The old man with the magic sword 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.

Even though it was just a casual competition and neither side tried their best, he still felt bad that it ended like this.

Taoist Longshan said helplessly:
"According to Brother Shenjian's words, should we allow the true disciples to continue?"

The old man with the magic sword shook his head. He pointed at Zhuang Chen and said with a hint of doting on his face:

"A few years ago, I accepted a last-ditch disciple named Zhuang Chen. He is now eight years old and has only been practicing martial arts for two years."

"After ten years, most of the true disciples will be over thirty years old, so it won't be their turn to play. These younger ones will be the main force for the next ten-year agreement. Why not let them get familiar with the game first?"

“I will not take advantage of you. All of you Zhenwu disciples who are under ten years old can fight with Zhuang Chen. Whoever wins will be given this Dragon Owl Sword!”

talking.

He pulled out the broad and long sword from his back and thrust it onto the training ground.

The sword blade is dull, but it has a breathtaking sharpness.

A top-notch sword for sure!
This was undoubtedly the top-level reward that appeared this time. Obviously, the old man with the magic sword was a little embarrassed and directly took out his sword as a reward. Of course, to some extent, it also demonstrated his confidence.

For an instant.

The eyes of many Zhenwu sect disciples lit up.

Then he couldn't help but feel regretful, wishing he was not under ten years old, otherwise he might have had a chance to get this famous sword.

But some people also noticed the hidden message in the words of the old man with the magic sword.

"This boy is eight years old and has been practicing martial arts for two years. Doesn't that mean his bones were already formed when he was six?" Qin Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, his mood fluctuating.

His bones were fully formed when he was seven years old, and Zhuang Chen was one year ahead of him.

Although whether the bones are formed early or not is not entirely related to talent, he still couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart.

Ning Qi glanced at Zhuang Chen in slight surprise, and received a simple smile in response.

He didn't expect that this seemingly unintelligent little fat boy turned out to be so talented.

Taoist Longshan couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw that the old man with the magic sword even took out his own sword:
"Brother Shenjian, why do you have to do this..."

The old man with the magic sword waved his hand with great heroic spirit:

"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 just giving away the famous sword as a gift?

She knew how powerful her junior brother was. When he met the white ape a year ago, he had already refined his bones. Now, he might have already refined his organs or even his marrow!

She just didn't believe that the silly little fat boy could be so wicked after two years of practice.

Everyone has different thoughts.

Dong He, the eldest senior brother of the Divine Sword 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 showed a wry smile. Only then did Zhuang Chen walk to the center of the martial arts field in a carefree manner.

His voice was a little silly:

"I am Zhuang Chen, the true disciple of the Divine Sword Sect. Who among you will give me a chicken leg? Oh, no, no, who among you will accept the challenge?"

Seeing the little fat boy sucking his nose hard, low laughter came from the Zhenwu Sect. Everyone in the Divine Sword Sect held their foreheads with their hands. The old man Divine Sword was silent and turned his head away.

"I, Zhao Changhe, am here to meet you!"

Before Ning Qi could stand up, a ten-year-old boy from the Zhenwu sect rushed out first.

This young boy developed very early and looked more than two heads taller than Zhuang Chen. He was a leader among 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 that of a true disciple.

"You are no match for me." The little fat man shook his head.

Zhao Changhe snorted coldly:
"You'll have to fight to find out."

He practiced the Rock-Stone Spear Technique, which was a combination of defense and offense. At this moment, he was charging forward with the spear, and his strength increased due to his physical training, making him quite powerful.

Zhuang Chen drew his sword, as if he had suddenly become a different person.

His eyes were sharp, and even his running snot seemed to have turned into two 'green swords'. His chubby body was incredibly flexible, and he moved it lightly, like a breeze caressing a willow, and easily avoided the thrust of Zhao Changhe's spear.

Qin Yun's pupils shrank slightly.

"Tendon training? This guy has been practicing martial arts for two years and has already reached the stage of tendon training?"

This cultivation speed is even faster than his.

Taoist Longshan also glanced sideways.

The old man with the magic sword raised his lips. On the field, Zhuang Chen fought back. He was holding a wooden sword in his hand. He thrust out with the sound of a dragon roaring and a tiger howling, as heavy as a green mountain pressing down on one's head.

Sweat broke out on Zhao Changhe's forehead, and his gun was as solid as a rock, very steady and solid.

But it can't be stopped.

Strength and martial arts level are not on the same level.

With a bang, Zhao Changhe flew back and fell to the ground.

Some disciples of Zhenwu Sect hurried over to check if there were any injuries, but saw that Zhao Changhe had climbed up by himself. There was some disbelief in his eyes. Just now, the wooden sword was like a green mountain pressing down on his head, as if it would crush his bones and body, but at the critical moment, the force disappeared without a trace. He just fell a little embarrassingly, but was not injured at all.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so weak, I almost couldn't stop myself."

Zhuang Chen’s words made him so angry that his teeth itched.

But the other person's eyes were so sincere.

Taoist Longshan stared at Zhuang Chen and said uncertainly:

"Lifting heavy objects with ease? At such a young age, he has already achieved such a high level in swordsmanship. Could it be that he has an innate sword bone?"

The old man with the magic sword finally couldn't help laughing triumphantly:
"You are a man of great knowledge, otherwise do you think I am keeping this last disciple for fun? Your eighth disciple is indeed very talented, but if Chen'er were the same age as him, he might not be Chen'er's opponent."

Qin Yun lowered his head and clenched his fists without saying anything.

Taoist Longshan nodded slightly with admiration in his eyes:

"He has an innate sword bone and a pure heart. Brother Shenjian, you have a good disciple."

The old man with the magic sword just felt extremely comfortable.

He chuckled and turned around, wanting to see the change in Taoist Longshan's expression, but what surprised him was that although Taoist Longshan admired him, he did not have the kind of envy he had imagined.

Taoist Longshan laughed secretly.

If it were before, he would indeed be a little envious.

But since he accepted Ning Qi as his disciple, no talented disciple in the world could make him envious anymore.

He looked over.

Then he found that Ning Qi had stood up and walked towards Zhuang Chen.

Taoist Longshan quickly sent a message:

"Xiaojiu, hold back a little."

He was afraid that his disciple might accidentally break the precious treasure of the old man with the magic sword.

Perhaps he is the only one in the entire Zhenwu Mountain who knows Ning Qi's realm best.

Ning Qi nodded slightly.

He stopped a disciple who was about to go on stage and said calmly:
"Let me do it."

He saw clearly that the fat boy should have just entered the tendon refining stage, and had a very good swordsmanship. No disciple under the age of ten in the entire Zhenwu sect could be his match.

except him.

Ning Qi had no intention of hiding. As a true disciple of the Zhenwu School, it was impossible for him to just watch the fat guy sweep around recklessly. He was just showing off his superficial strength, which was not a big deal.

He also did not have the evil intention of waiting until his disciples were defeated one after another before appearing as the savior.

He wanted to resolve the issue quickly, so he went back to the Taoist temple to read.

Everyone was stunned.

After all, Ning Qi appears less and less frequently now, and many Zhenwu sect disciples regard him as somewhat mysterious.

But there was no time to think too much.

Ning Qi was already standing opposite Zhuang Chen.

"Little fat man, take action."

Zhuang Chen didn't care about Ning Qi's address. He said seriously:
"Ning Qi, I don't want to hit you, please go down."

What he originally wanted to say was, 'Ning Qi, you are not very smart, I can't bear to hit you', but he felt that this seemed impolite, so he finally changed his words.

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.

(End of this chapter)