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"Impossible." Gongsun Rou shook his head: "Although the Dongfang family is not weak, they don't have any masters at the grand master level. That ugly girl just happened to be named Dongfang."

Ling Xue nodded: "I was thinking too much, that ugly girl is definitely not from the Dongfang family... Then who is she? Could it be that she really jumped out of a crack in the rock?"

"The world is so big, there must be many masters hidden, but we don't know it." Gongsunrou said.

"Hmph!" Ling Xue snorted coldly: "No matter what the origin of that ugly girl is, she offended me, and I will make her die!"

"This is all for the future. Our most important thing now is to heal our injuries and try to heal them in the shortest possible time." Gongsun Rou said.

"We not only want to take revenge, but also step up to improve our strength." Ling Xue decided: "We are no longer opponents just with a bald Yuantian, and now with an ugly girl of unknown origin, we are even less opponents. "

Gongsun Rou pondered for a moment: "I have a solution, but I don't know if you are willing or not."

"any solution?"

"We exchange martial arts."

"Swap martial arts?"

"Yes! I'll teach you the turtle's breath technique, and you give me the Wuji sword technique, and we can improve our strength a lot in a short time. Even if we meet Yuantian Bald Donkey and Ugly Girl at the same time, we will still be able to fight against each other. It's been an effort."

"...This..." Ling Xue was a little hesitant. The Wuji Sword Art is the supreme martial art of the Tianshan School. Only the sect master has the right to practice it. Even the elders are not qualified to practice it. Ling Xue has always regarded the Wuji Sword Art as his lifeblood. Yes, now that Gongsun Rou wanted to exchange the Turtle Breath Technique for the Wuji Sword Technique, Ling Xue hesitated immediately.

"Why? Reluctant?" Gongsun Rou curled his lips: "Compared to power, my turtle's breath technique is no worse than your Wuji swordsmanship. If it wasn't for revenge, I wouldn't exchange martial arts with you."

Ling Xue pondered for a moment, then gritted her teeth: "Okay, I agree! But you must agree to one condition."

"What conditions?"

"You are only allowed to practice Wuji swordsmanship alone, and you cannot tell others!"

"No problem! You are the same, you can't give the turtle breath technique to others."

"make a deal!"

……

In the next period of time, the two began to call for martial arts. Whether it was the Wuji swordsmanship or the turtle's breath technique, they were all top-notch martial arts. After the two learned it, their strength would definitely increase dramatically!

Time flies, winter has entered in the blink of an eye, the wind is biting, and everyone has put on thick clothes.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter have their own advantages. If you have to choose one, it is autumn, which is neither hot nor cold!How wonderful!

Under the urging of Dongfang Domineering, Ma Xiaoyao's kung fu is getting better and better, and he has half a foot into the first-class master. As long as he works harder, he can become a real first-class master.

early morning.

The sun is shining and the wind is biting.

Ma Xiaoyao stood on the training ground with his upper body bare, his legs tied into a horse gait, his hands clenched into fists and punched the air opposite him fiercely, punch after punch, bombarding tirelessly.

Dongfang Ba Dao stood aside and watched quietly: "You must punch fast, steadily, and accurately. You must use all your strength in each punch, and you must persevere no matter how tired you are. Only in this way can you break through the limit and reach a goal. In Xintiandi, practicing martial arts is to break through the limits of the human body, the more limits you break through, the stronger your strength will be, and only by constantly breaking through your own limits can you have the strength to stand out from the crowd."

Usually, Dongfang Badao is a little woman who takes care of Ma Xiaoyao's food and daily life. No matter what Ma Xiaoyao wants, Dongfang Badao will try to get it. Majestic, becoming ruthless, forced Ma Xiaoyao to practice martial arts over and over again until he lay on the ground and couldn't get up.

As the saying goes, a strict teacher produces a good apprentice. Under the persecution of Dongfang's domineering and ruthless, Ma Xiaoyao's progress is like riding a rocket, "swish, swish..." upwards.

"Oh...it can't be done, I can't hold on anymore..." Ma Xiaoyao fell to the ground, panting heavily, he almost lost the strength to speak at the moment.

"Yeah." Dongfang Badao walked over quickly, and put a piece of clothing on Ma Xiaoyao: "Today, I punched ten more punches than yesterday, and I have made great progress. If you practice at this speed, you will become a first-class man in a short time." Master."

Slowing down, Ma Xiaoyao asked: "Dongfang, you are so merciless, I'm almost trained to be a dead dog by you."

"You chose to practice martial arts yourself." Dongfang Domineering said with a smile: "Since you chose this path, you can't be afraid of suffering. When I practiced martial arts, I suffered a hundred times more than you did. Didn't I survive in the end? "

"Can I compare with you? You are a once-in-a-thousand-year martial arts prodigy, and I'm just a waste who has become a monk halfway. We are not at the same level at all." Ma Xiaoyao smiled wryly.

"How can you say that about yourself!" Dongfang Overbearing said with a serious face: "In this world, everyone can look down on you, but you can't look down on yourself! That's right, your martial arts qualifications are almost the same, and the age of martial arts training is too low. I am a bit older, but hard work can make up for weakness. As long as you are diligent enough, you can achieve brilliant achievements! If you are practiced a hundred times, you can practice a thousand times. As long as you are willing to work hard, I will accompany you to practice and strive for Step into the ranks of masters as soon as possible!"

"Grandmaster?" Ma Xiaoyao curled his lips: "Dongfang, do you think it is possible for me to become a great master in this life?"

"Grand Master?" Dongfang Ba Dao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, and then nodded again.

"What do you mean? Why are you nodding and shaking your head?" Ma Xiaoyao asked puzzled.

"I won't hide it from you." Dongfang Dao said: "With your aptitude, it is difficult, very difficult to become a grand master! Of course, it cannot be said that you have no hope at all. As long as you persevere in your cultivation, you should There will be a glimmer of hope to become a grand master."

"A glimmer of hope?" The corners of Ma Xiaoyao's mouth twitched: "There is only a glimmer of hope...this hope is too slim..."

"Grandmaster is almost the pinnacle of martial arts, at least for now. Looking at the past and present, how many talents can become a Grandmaster? Even some people with very good aptitude have to depend on chance to become a Grandmaster." Dongfang Domineering Said.

Ma Xiaoyao took a soft breath: "I know it's difficult, but I won't give up. As long as I'm still alive, I'll keep practicing! Even if I can't become a grand master in the end, I won't regret it! Because I strive for Pass!"

"I'm relieved if you think like this, let's go, let's have breakfast." Dongfang Overbearing stretched out his hand to Ma Xiaoyao: "I'll pull you up!"

Ma Xiaoyao put his hand in Dongfang Dao's palm, it was soft and warm.

"Get up!" Dongfang Ba Dao gently pulled Ma Xiaoyao up: "How is it? Can I walk by myself? If not, I will hug you!"

"I can walk by myself!" Ma Xiaoyao waved his hand: "I only have the habit of hugging others, not being hugged by others." Ma Xiaoyao took a deep breath, then raised his feet and walked forward, although his body was shaky, But he walked very calmly.

After returning to the residence, Ma Xiaoyao went into the bathroom and took a hot shower, then changed into clean clothes and came out to have breakfast.

A plate of steamed buns and a few dishes of pickles, although not very rich, but Ma Xiaoyao and Dongfang Badao still ate with gusto.

After the two had breakfast, they sat on chairs drinking tea and chatting. At this moment, Abbot Wuxiang walked in with a smile.

"Abbot, why are you here? Have you had breakfast yet?" Ma Xiaoyao hurriedly stood up to say hello.

"I've eaten it, I've eaten it a long time ago." Abbot Wuxiang smiled and said, "I'm here today to tell you one thing... The head of the Wudang School, Taoist Master Xuanfeng, will celebrate his 75th birthday next month, and he invited the Shaolin Temple Go to a banquet to celebrate, if you are free, you can also join in the fun."

"Wudang faction?" Ma Xiaoyao frowned: "When the five major sects besieged Shaolin Temple, Shaolin Temple once sent disciples to Wudang sect to ask for help, but Wudang sect was just pretending to be stupid, hum, such a ruthless sect, We should break up our friendship! Never contact each other!"

"You really hold a grudge." Abbot Wuxiang smiled: "Let the past matter pass by, it's meaningless to haggle over every detail. Besides, this time the deputy head of the Wudang faction came to send the invitation in person, and it's already enough. It hurts the face of our Shaolin Temple, if we don't go, it will look a little bit small."

"It's just for the sake of face." Ma Xiaoyao snorted.

"If you don't want to go, forget it, I will lead others to the banquet." Abbot Wuxiang said.

"Who said I won't go!" Ma Xiaoyao hurriedly waved his hands: "Go! I'm almost tired of being in Shaolin Temple, so I just take this opportunity to go out and relax!"

"Is Dongfang girl going?" Abbot Wuxiang turned his head to look at Dongfang Domineering.

Dongfang Dao smiled slightly: "Wherever Xiaoyao goes, I will go there."

Abbot Wuxiang's face trembled imperceptibly, this Ma Xiaoyao is really lucky, with the great god Dongfang Overbearing guarding him, who would dare to provoke him?Abbot Wuxiang nodded: "Okay, then it's settled, take a day off today, and we will leave tomorrow morning." After speaking, Abbot Wuxiang said goodbye and left.

"Buzzing..."

The phone rang suddenly.

Ma Xiaoyao took out his mobile phone and connected: "Hello?"

"Old Ma, have you had enough fun? When will you go back to work?" Tang Mingchuan's voice came from the phone.

"Who played?" Ma Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows: "Be careful what you say, I didn't play, I have been doing business outside, if I hadn't been in the middle, could Shaolin Temple have let go of the five sects so easily?"

"It's fine if you don't talk about it. I'll be angry when I mention it." Tang Mingchuan snorted, "I'll let you say hello to Shaolin Temple and let them let go of the members of the five sects. How did you do it?" ?”

"Let go!" Ma Xiaoyao blinked: "There is not one left."