"Why roll your eyes? Don't you like handsome guys?"
"I like it, I just hope you can calm down, you and him, it's impossible!" said the slightly calmer female disciple.
"..."
The words of the three female disciples made Chen Hao feel happy.
Deng Yifei's development was generally under the control of his plan, and there were no major twists and turns.
This kind of smoothness made Chen Hao somewhat unexpected.
After all, the development of a person's character is extremely complicated and will be influenced by many factors, but the past three years have gone on smoothly according to the established track.
Chen Hao's hard work is indispensable, of course, Deng Yifei's active cooperation is also indispensable, as well as the reasons for his own life experience and encounters.
The only thing Chen Hao regretted was Deng Yifei's understanding.
Even if the Scarlet Blood Sword can enhance his talent to some extent, his comprehension can only be regarded as the mid-level level among Tianyunmen disciples.
What is the average level of Tianyunmen disciples
According to Chen Hao's observation, there are actually those who have a high probability of comprehending the artistic conception and becoming a martial artist in the innate realm, but it is extremely slim to break through to the breaking realm, and they need a lot of luck.
luck
It's a very mysterious thing.
The sword master of the Scarlet Blood Sword, from the overall point of view, most of them are not lucky!
When Deng Yifei stepped into Yunhai Peak, snowflakes the size of rice grains began to float in the sky. Deng Yifei looked at the gloomy sky, stretched out his palm, caught the pure white snow, and watched the snow particles melt in his hands.
He whispered: "Sect Grand Competition, there is still one month left!"
"This time, do you want to participate?"
"Yes!" Deng Yifei said firmly.
When Deng Yifei first entered Tianyunmen, he missed the martial art competition, and in the next two years, Deng Yifei missed all the martial art competitions.
This year is the third year, and it is also the year he is most sure of, he does not want to miss it again.
Every year at the end of the Tianyun Sect martial art competition, the top three will be rewarded with Xuan-level martial arts and martial arts, but every time, Deng Yifei is not sure of entering the top three.
Because although he can gain strength by killing villains, other geniuses in Tianyun Sect are not vegetarians!
Before the Xiantian Realm, there were pills as a supplement, and the gap between geniuses of different levels was not big. It was after the Xiantian Realm that could really widen the gap between geniuses of different levels.
Deng Yifei started cultivation late, and his comprehension and ingenuity are too ordinary. Over the years, he has been catching up with those geniuses.
Chen Hao hesitated for a moment and said, "It's been three years, and it's time to teach you something!"
"Master Sword Spirit is finally willing to teach me?"
When he said this, Deng Yifei's voice was a little choked up, and he would only show this side in front of Chen Hao.
Chen Hao had mentioned to him before that when the time came, he would teach him well.
But it was just mentioned. Deng Yifei had mentioned it to Chen Hao several times, but Chen Hao refused on the grounds that it was not enough to kill the villains.
"Okay, I have seen your hard work in the past three years!"
"Thank you, Lord Sword Spirit!"
With excitement, Deng Yifei opened his thatched hut, shook off the dust on the bed, locked the door, held the Red Blood Sword tightly, and lay down on the bed.
Chen Hao continued: "These inheritances are all left by the previous sword masters of the Scarlet Blood Holy Sword!"
"Holy Sword has served as the sword master?"
Deng Yifei lost his voice.
"That's right, you are not the only sword master of the Scarlet Blood Holy Sword. Before you, there were thirty-seven sword masters!" Chen Hao's tone was very heavy, as if he still had a trace of reminiscence.
Deng Yifei found that the Scarlet Blood Holy Sword was even heavier in his hands.
"Thirty-seven seniors, are they all excellent?"
Chen Hao said sadly: "Yes, they are all excellent, kind, upright, and brave, just like you!"
Speaking of this, Chen Hao thought of the Seventeenth who massacred the city, Zhou Lihua who destroyed the faction, the Qingyan who destroyed Liang Pingguo, and Lin Jie who destroyed Luqiu City... His tone of grief almost didn't hold back!
Deng Yifei didn't know about Chen Hao's mental activities, his eyes were full of excitement.
All he knew was that he was not the only one chosen by the Scarlet Blood Holy Sword, a martial artist like him dedicated to killing villains, not only him, but also thirty-seven seniors!
He is not alone!
"As long as you can comprehend every detail of their artistic conception, it will be enough to benefit you endlessly!"
"Well, ready, come on!"
Chen Hao didn't hesitate much this time, and prepared some fragments of Seventeen's life for Deng Yifei.
Of course, these are all pre-processed. Chen Hao will selectively cut off anything in Seventeen's life that does not conform to the purpose of killing villains with the Scarlet Blood Holy Sword!
Thus, Deng Yifei saw a young soldier who was exaggeratedly tall and looked like a little giant, leading his soldiers and using extremely cruel methods to continuously encircle and suppress bandits and bandits.
Deng Yifei was a bystander, but seeing this scene made his blood boil!
He really wished he could become that senior's subordinate and charge forward with him!
Then he witnessed the tragic situation after Qingfeng City was massacred, and personally felt the deep anger of that senior, and he was also filled with righteous indignation.
Massacring the city, in Deng Yifei's view, this is absolutely an unforgivable crime!
Afterwards, Deng Yifei learned from the conversation between that senior and other soldiers, as well as the extremely mutilated and weird corpses scattered all over the place, that his senior was surnamed Chen, and he was a soldier of Nanyun Kingdom. Black blood country!
Then, Deng Yifei watched with his own eyes the whole process of Senior Chen comprehending the artistic conception of power, felt his use of the artistic conception of killing, and his revenge against the evil Black Blood Nation.
In the end, he saw with his own eyes that in order to protect the people in the capital of the Nanyun Kingdom, Senior Chen had to use the "last elegy" to wipe out hundreds of thousands of troops from the evil Black Blood Kingdom with his own power!
He saw the blood-stained sky, the shattered earth, and the brutal army immersed in fear...
Seeing the end, Deng Yifei's eyes were already filled with tears.
This is his predecessor!
He is Deng Yifei's senior!
After a long time, Chen Hao asked in a low voice: "How is it? Do you have any insights?"
Asked by Chen Hao, Deng Yifei gradually woke up from that feeling, and he said a little embarrassedly: "It's a little bit!"
Chen Hao asked with some expectation: "Is it the artistic conception of strength?"
"No... it's the artistic conception of fear. With a little understanding, I feel that it fits me better. It seems that I have touched a little thread. Isn't it my goal to keep the villains in fear all the time?"
"Is there no other gain?"
Chen Hao was a little disappointed. At Seventeen, what he valued most was the artistic conception of strength.
Is Deng Yifei's comprehension too low
"Yes!" Deng Yifei scratched his wet hair and said, "Just now when I saw Senior Chen killing those villains against the Black Blood Nation army, I really wanted to fight with him and kill those villains together. Villain... At that time, I had a very strange feeling, as if something was about to come out of my heart!"
(end of this chapter)