The middle-aged man looked at An Zheng in disbelief. He did not expect that An Zheng could actually do what he had done in less than eight hours in less than twelve hours. This kind of talent, if placed in any major sect, would be best cultivated and given the greatest attention.
The middle-aged man looked at An Zheng in disbelief. He did not expect that An Zheng could actually do what he had done in less than eight hours in less than twelve hours. This kind of talent, if placed in any major sect, would be best cultivated and given the greatest attention.
"Do you want to become a disciple or not?"
"Barely."
When the middle-aged man turned around, a purple light flashed in his eyes. An Zheng screamed in pain, and the purple pill fell into An Zheng's mouth. The elixir carries a refreshing fragrance and melts in your mouth. Before An Zheng could react, the elixir turned into a warm current that went down his throat and spread throughout his body in an instant.
"I promise."
The middle-aged man said: "No, I am a responsible person, so I plan to teach you from the beginning. If you want to integrate into this era, you must first learn to adapt to this era. Let's start practicing by meeting and greeting."
He glanced at An Zheng, took out a thin booklet and threw it to An Zheng: "Take this and practice it. You can leave when you're done."
The middle-aged man threw the black ruler away and left angrily. A moment later, a purple pill flew from a distance and landed right on An Zheng's mouth. An Zheng kept his mouth shut to show his stubbornness.
The middle-aged man pointed to the land in front of him: "Kneel down and worship me as your teacher."
An Zheng asked word for word: "Where is my friend?!"
In the distance, the middle-aged man turned his back to An Zheng: "You don't want to become a disciple, but you still can't escape. From now on, I will torture you every day until you willingly kneel down and worship me as your disciple."
The middle-aged man said: "No, I am a responsible person, so I plan to teach you from the beginning. If you want to integrate into this era, you must first learn to adapt to this era. Let's start practicing by meeting and greeting."
An Zheng: "..."
"No… "
Middle-aged man: "What's your attitude? Today, I will keep my word. You learn some etiquette from me, and I will tell you where they are."
The middle-aged man said, "You have a bad attitude, I don't want to talk about it."
The middle-aged man pointed to the land in front of him: "Kneel down and worship me as your teacher."
A few seconds later, the comatose An Zheng woke up from the huge pain.
"You're a tough talker."
An Zheng asked word for word: "Where is my friend?!"
A few seconds later, the comatose An Zheng woke up from the huge pain.
"I beg you because I want to save my friends, but... I won't become a disciple!"
In the distance, the middle-aged man turned his back to An Zheng: "You don't want to become a disciple, but you still can't escape. From now on, I will torture you every day until you willingly kneel down and worship me as your disciple."
An Zheng: "What other attitude do you want me to adopt?"
An Zheng: "What other attitude do you want me to adopt?"
Middle-aged man: "Be good, it's boring if you do this."
"You're really going to tell me?"
"Okay...how to say hello."
A shrill roar came from An Zheng's mouth, and his body had been twisted by the electric current as if it were twisted. Both arms were rolled up behind the back and tied into a knot. If it weren't for the fact that they were not long enough, they might even be tied into a bow tie. The two legs are outside the arms, bent upward, and the ankles are hung on the shoulders.
An Zheng woke up suddenly and realized that he had only slept for a few minutes.
The middle-aged man moved forward with a happy look on his face: "It seems that your biggest obstacle is not cultivation, but communication. Especially since you are no longer in your own era, it is even more difficult to communicate. Isn't that right for you? You still want to save your friend even though you have no way to survive. Are you familiar with this era? "
"No, no, you should say Kang Muang."
The middle-aged man frowned, and then circled angrily: "Why are you so fucking stupid? Do you know how big an opportunity is in front of you? How many people have begged me to give me advice, but I refused. Now it's me I beg you to worship me as your teacher. If this gets out, do you know how many people will want to kill you out of jealousy?"
The middle-aged man pointed to the land in front of him: "Kneel down and worship me as your teacher."
"I beg you because I want to save my friends, but... I won't become a disciple!"
A few seconds later, the comatose An Zheng woke up from the huge pain.
"Squid, too?"
"Why should I tell you that you are not obedient at all? Forget it, your girlfriend named Xiaoliu'er and the beautiful girl named Xiaozi were both taken in by the Nine Saints Sect. The one with the surname Chen and the one with the surname Du , I won’t tell you for now, but you can rest assured that none of them will be in any danger unless..."
An Zheng: "You just need to tell me where they are."
An Zheng was lying on the ground unable to move. In front of this guy, An Zheng felt completely weak. This person is too strong, and I may be thousands of miles away from him. An Zheng didn't know why this guy had such an obsession and had to let himself become his disciple. But with An Zheng's stubborn temperament, let alone beating him, he would not succumb even if he was beaten to death.
Seeing that An Zheng was dying, the middle-aged man took An Zheng's clothes and threw him into the water. Then he flicked his fingers, and a ball of purple lightning flew out from his fingertips and fell into the water. Immediately after, the water surface exploded. The violent current almost emptied the river, and after the current was rolled, it all moved towards An Zheng. Got into the body.
The middle-aged man was silent for a while and then said: "The reason why I don't tell you is because with your current strength, even if you find them, there is no way to take them away. Now you, let alone the sect leaders and elders of the big sects, even some Excellent disciples can easily crush you. All I can say is that they are all fine. I can assure you that nothing will happen to them."
An Zheng's weak but stubborn voice came from underground, and the middle-aged man turned pale with anger. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and An Zheng's body exploded out of the ground with a bang. While he was in the air, the black ruler in the middle-aged man's hand had already been struck down again. The ruler seemed to have a force of ten thousand tons and hit An Zheng's back, directly breaking more than half of the bones.
"ah!"
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed purple: "Then take away your pupil technique."
The middle-aged man grabbed An Zheng's shoulders and shook them casually. An Zheng's body returned to its original shape like noodles, but the bones all over his body were still broken. An Zheng was slumped on the ground like a piece of dough.
An Zheng: "What other attitude do you want me to adopt?"
The middle-aged man said: "No, I am a responsible person, so I plan to teach you from the beginning. If you want to integrate into this era, you must first learn to adapt to this era. Let's start practicing by meeting and greeting."
The pain lasted for a full hour before An Zheng fell asleep from exhaustion.
"You're really going to tell me?"
"I beg you because I want to save my friends, but... I won't become a disciple!"
An Zheng: "..."
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed purple: "Then take away your pupil technique."
"How is it possible? I am teaching you with good intentions. If you meet someone who is more polite than you, I will make this move towards you first and then say Fake Squid. Do you know how to answer?"
A few seconds later, the comatose An Zheng woke up from the huge pain.
In the distance, the middle-aged man turned his back to An Zheng: "You don't want to become a disciple, but you still can't escape. From now on, I will torture you every day until you willingly kneel down and worship me as your disciple."
The back of the middle-aged man seemed a little lonely, and An Zheng couldn't help but look back, thinking that this man was holding a big tree with one hand and one hand in front of him. The posture of standing with his legs spread was really desolate. Then he saw the guy shaking and then lifting his pants...
An Zheng screamed miserably. There was an unbearable pain in his left eye. A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his eye. The pupil technique in his left eye... was gone.
"Do you want to become a disciple or not?"
Middle-aged man: "What's your attitude? Today, I will keep my word. You learn some etiquette from me, and I will tell you where they are."
"Really... ahem, I don't want to!"
The middle-aged man was silent for a while and then said: "The reason why I don't tell you is because with your current strength, even if you find them, there is no way to take them away. Now you, let alone the sect leaders and elders of the big sects, even some Excellent disciples can easily crush you. All I can say is that they are all fine. I can assure you that nothing will happen to them."
"There are so many residues in your body, no wonder your cultivation progress is so slow."
"Okay...how to say hello."
An Zheng: "If you lie to me again, you will be unlucky for the rest of your life from today on."
"Then do you believe that I will beat you to death? I have taught you a lot of things, but you refuse to become a disciple. If I beat you to death now, it will be regarded as taking back all the things I taught you."
"Do you want to become a disciple or not?"
"ah!"
An Zheng, who was like a meatball, was grabbed back by the middle-aged man and thrown to the ground. With a sound, An Zheng spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
An Zheng: "You just need to tell me where they are."
Middle-aged man: "Be good, it's boring if you do this."
The middle-aged man snorted, glanced at An Zheng who was lying face down, stretched the black ruler forward and inserted it under An Zheng's body, and then lifted An Zheng up: "You want to die?"
Middle-aged man: "This curse has been said to me nine thousand times if not ten thousand times. It doesn't work... Okay, let's start now. Do you know how to greet others when you meet them in this era?"
But the whole body was soaked with sweat, and the body seemed to be hollowed out, with no strength at all. After sweating violently, it quickly became cooler, and the river breeze made me feel more energetic.
"Barely."
"You? What guarantee do you have?"
An Zheng: "Fake Squid?"
An Zheng: "I don't want to know."
"Unless what?"
The middle-aged man was silent for a while and then said: "The reason why I don't tell you is because with your current strength, even if you find them, there is no way to take them away. Now you, let alone the sect leaders and elders of the big sects, even some Excellent disciples can easily crush you. All I can say is that they are all fine. I can assure you that nothing will happen to them."
The back of the middle-aged man seemed a little lonely, and An Zheng couldn't help but look back, thinking that this man was holding a big tree with one hand and one hand in front of him. The posture of standing with his legs spread was really desolate. Then he saw the guy shaking and then lifting his pants...
He glanced at An Zheng, took out a thin booklet and threw it to An Zheng: "Take this and practice it. You can leave when you're done."
Middle-aged man: "Be good, it's boring if you do this."
"You're a tough talker."
Wherever the warm current passed, An Zheng's broken bones made a crackling sound. It didn't take long for them to be reshaped, and they were even stronger! The purple warm current covered all the bones, forming something like a protective film. An Zheng's bones changed from white to a color that was almost jade. An Zheng felt that his muscles were constantly contracting and then expanding. This kind of ups and downs of severe pain tortured An Zheng to death.
An Zheng: "..."
The middle-aged man moved forward with a happy look on his face: "It seems that your biggest obstacle is not cultivation, but communication. Especially since you are no longer in your own era, it is even more difficult to communicate. Isn't that right for you? You still want to save your friend even though you have no way to survive. Are you familiar with this era? "
"You're really going to tell me?"
Middle-aged man: "What's your attitude? Today, I will keep my word. You learn some etiquette from me, and I will tell you where they are."
But the whole body was soaked with sweat, and the body seemed to be hollowed out, with no strength at all. After sweating violently, it quickly became cooler, and the river breeze made me feel more energetic.
"I promise."
The back of the middle-aged man seemed a little lonely, and An Zheng couldn't help but look back, thinking that this man was holding a big tree with one hand and one hand in front of him. The posture of standing with his legs spread was really desolate. Then he saw the guy shaking and then lifting his pants...
"You really don't want me to be your teacher?"
The middle-aged man grabbed An Zheng's shoulders and shook them casually. An Zheng's body returned to its original shape like noodles, but the bones all over his body were still broken. An Zheng was slumped on the ground like a piece of dough.
An Zheng was lying on the ground unable to move. In front of this guy, An Zheng felt completely weak. This person is too strong, and I may be thousands of miles away from him. An Zheng didn't know why this guy had such an obsession and had to let himself become his disciple. But with An Zheng's stubborn temperament, let alone beating him, he would not succumb even if he was beaten to death.
An Zheng was lying on the ground unable to move. In front of this guy, An Zheng felt completely weak. This person is too strong, and I may be thousands of miles away from him. An Zheng didn't know why this guy had such an obsession and had to let himself become his disciple. But with An Zheng's stubborn temperament, let alone beating him, he would not succumb even if he was beaten to death.
But the whole body was soaked with sweat, and the body seemed to be hollowed out, with no strength at all. After sweating violently, it quickly became cooler, and the river breeze made me feel more energetic.
"Okay...how to say hello."
Middle-aged man: “…”
"Then why don't you just say hello and how are you doing?"
The middle-aged man stretched out his middle finger: "I see you have done this action. Where did you learn it? This action is what you do after meeting in this era. It is not the clasping of hands and fists in your era, nor is it a bow. It is stretched like this. Point the back of your middle finger toward the opponent and say... "Fake Squid."
"No… "
"Unless what?"
"Unless what?"
"Then do you believe that I will beat you to death? I have taught you a lot of things, but you refuse to become a disciple. If I beat you to death now, it will be regarded as taking back all the things I taught you."
An Zheng: "Fake Squid?"
The middle-aged man frowned, and then circled angrily: "Why are you so fucking stupid? Do you know how big an opportunity is in front of you? How many people have begged me to give me advice, but I refused. Now it's me I beg you to worship me as your teacher. If this gets out, do you know how many people will want to kill you out of jealousy?"
Middle-aged man: "What's your attitude? Today, I will keep my word. You learn some etiquette from me, and I will tell you where they are."
An Zheng: "Then tell me who you are."
"Do you want to become a disciple or not?"
"Yes, yes, if you go out to ask for directions or say hello, you can use this method."
The middle-aged man snorted, glanced at An Zheng who was lying face down, stretched the black ruler forward and inserted it under An Zheng's body, and then lifted An Zheng up: "You want to die?"
"Why should I tell you that you are not obedient at all? Forget it, your girlfriend named Xiaoliu'er and the beautiful girl named Xiaozi were both taken in by the Nine Saints Sect. The one with the surname Chen and the one with the surname Du , I won’t tell you for now, but you can rest assured that none of them will be in any danger unless..."
"Oh... I always feel like something is wrong."
The back of the middle-aged man seemed a little lonely, and An Zheng couldn't help but look back, thinking that this man was holding a big tree with one hand and one hand in front of him. The posture of standing with his legs spread was really desolate. Then he saw the guy shaking and then lifting his pants...
"Then you can kill him."
An Zheng woke up suddenly and realized that he had only slept for a few minutes.
"How is it possible? I am teaching you with good intentions. If you meet someone who is more polite than you, I will make this move towards you first and then say Fake Squid. Do you know how to answer?"
After An Zheng said this, he passed out.
"Unless what?"
Wherever the warm current passed, An Zheng's broken bones made a crackling sound. It didn't take long for them to be reshaped, and they were even stronger! The purple warm current covered all the bones, forming something like a protective film. An Zheng's bones changed from white to a color that was almost jade. An Zheng felt that his muscles were constantly contracting and then expanding. This kind of ups and downs of severe pain tortured An Zheng to death.
In the distance, the middle-aged man turned his back to An Zheng: "You don't want to become a disciple, but you still can't escape. From now on, I will torture you every day until you willingly kneel down and worship me as your disciple."
An Zheng: "..."
"Then do you believe that I will beat you to death? I have taught you a lot of things, but you refuse to become a disciple. If I beat you to death now, it will be regarded as taking back all the things I taught you."
"what should I do."
"Do you want to become a disciple or not?"
"Squid, too?"
"What does this all mean?"
A shrill roar came from An Zheng's mouth, and his body had been twisted by the electric current as if it were twisted. Both arms were rolled up behind the back and tied into a knot. If it weren't for the fact that they were not long enough, they might even be tied into a bow tie. The two legs are outside the arms, bent upward, and the ankles are hung on the shoulders.
"No, no, you should say Kang Muang."
"what should I do."
An Zheng: "If you lie to me again, you will be unlucky for the rest of your life from today on."
"No… "
"What does this all mean?"
A few seconds later, the comatose An Zheng woke up from the huge pain.
"Then you can kill him."
"Really... ahem, I don't want to!"
"One is for your own good, and the other is for your own good."
A shrill roar came from An Zheng's mouth, and his body had been twisted by the electric current as if it were twisted. Both arms were rolled up behind the back and tied into a knot. If it weren't for the fact that they were not long enough, they might even be tied into a bow tie. The two legs are outside the arms, bent upward, and the ankles are hung on the shoulders.
The middle-aged man moved forward with a happy look on his face: "It seems that your biggest obstacle is not cultivation, but communication. Especially since you are no longer in your own era, it is even more difficult to communicate. Isn't that right for you? You still want to save your friend even though you have no way to survive. Are you familiar with this era? "
"What does this all mean?"
"You're really going to tell me?"
"Then why don't you just say hello and how are you doing?"
"One is for your own good, and the other is for your own good."
An Zheng snorted and turned away from him.
A few seconds later, the comatose An Zheng woke up from the huge pain.
After An Zheng said this, he passed out.
"Yes, yes, if you go out to ask for directions or say hello, you can use this method."
An Zheng: "I don't want to know."
Middle-aged man: “…”
"Really... ahem, I don't want to!"
He glanced at An Zheng, took out a thin booklet and threw it to An Zheng: "Take this and practice it. You can leave when you're done."
"One is for your own good, and the other is for your own good."
Wherever the warm current passed, An Zheng's broken bones made a crackling sound. It didn't take long for them to be reshaped, and they were even stronger! The purple warm current covered all the bones, forming something like a protective film. An Zheng's bones changed from white to a color that was almost jade. An Zheng felt that his muscles were constantly contracting and then expanding. This kind of ups and downs of severe pain tortured An Zheng to death.
"Barely."
An Zheng woke up suddenly and realized that he had only slept for a few minutes.
"I promise."
An Zheng: "Can you tell me where they are now?"
When the middle-aged man turned around, a purple light flashed in his eyes. An Zheng screamed in pain, and the purple pill fell into An Zheng's mouth. The elixir carries a refreshing fragrance and melts in your mouth. Before An Zheng could react, the elixir turned into a warm current that went down his throat and spread throughout his body in an instant.
"Do you want to become a disciple or not?"
In the distance, the middle-aged man turned his back to An Zheng: "You don't want to become a disciple, but you still can't escape. From now on, I will torture you every day until you willingly kneel down and worship me as your disciple."
The middle-aged man snorted, glanced at An Zheng who was lying face down, stretched the black ruler forward and inserted it under An Zheng's body, and then lifted An Zheng up: "You want to die?"
The middle-aged man was silent for a while and then said: "The reason why I don't tell you is because with your current strength, even if you find them, there is no way to take them away. Now you, let alone the sect leaders and elders of the big sects, even some Excellent disciples can easily crush you. All I can say is that they are all fine. I can assure you that nothing will happen to them."
The middle-aged man turned around, looked at An Zheng and said seriously: "I took away all your magic weapons last time, and now I will take away your abilities. If you are afraid, it is still too late to regret it. As long as you kneel down, solemnly Kowtow to me three times sincerely and worship me as your teacher, and I will give you back whatever I take away from you, and I will also teach you things that others can never learn.”
For some reason, An Zheng started to dream after falling asleep. The first thing that appeared in his dream was the giant bronze door hidden in the clouds. Then the door creaked open, and he curiously put his head in to see what was behind the bronze door. As soon as he reached in, he saw a big face, it was the face of that middle-aged man, still smiling horribly at him.
The middle-aged man sighed and said: "If you knew who I am, you would know whether I am qualified to guarantee you."
The middle-aged man turned around, looked at An Zheng and said seriously: "I took away all your magic weapons last time, and now I will take away your abilities. If you are afraid, it is still too late to regret it. As long as you kneel down, solemnly Kowtow to me three times sincerely and worship me as your teacher, and I will give you back whatever I take away from you, and I will also teach you things that others can never learn.”
"You? What guarantee do you have?"
"How is it possible? I am teaching you with good intentions. If you meet someone who is more polite than you, I will make this move towards you first and then say Fake Squid. Do you know how to answer?"
"Oh... I always feel like something is wrong."
The middle-aged man sighed and said: "If you knew who I am, you would know whether I am qualified to guarantee you."
"I beg you because I want to save my friends, but... I won't become a disciple!"
"No!"
After An Zheng said this, he passed out.
The middle-aged man turned around, looked at An Zheng and said seriously: "I took away all your magic weapons last time, and now I will take away your abilities. If you are afraid, it is still too late to regret it. As long as you kneel down, solemnly Kowtow to me three times sincerely and worship me as your teacher, and I will give you back whatever I take away from you, and I will also teach you things that others can never learn.”
The back of the middle-aged man seemed a little lonely, and An Zheng couldn't help but look back, thinking that this man was holding a big tree with one hand and one hand in front of him. The posture of standing with his legs spread was really desolate. Then he saw the guy shaking and then lifting his pants...
For some reason, An Zheng started to dream after falling asleep. The first thing that appeared in his dream was the giant bronze door hidden in the clouds. Then the door creaked open, and he curiously put his head in to see what was behind the bronze door. As soon as he reached in, he saw a big face, it was the face of that middle-aged man, still smiling horribly at him.
"You're really going to tell me?"
"ah!"
An Zheng: "Then tell me who you are."
An Zheng, who was like a meatball, was grabbed back by the middle-aged man and thrown to the ground. With a sound, An Zheng spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
After An Zheng said this, he passed out.
An Zheng: "Can you tell me where they are now?"
The middle-aged man pointed to the land in front of him: "Kneel down and worship me as your teacher."
An Zheng: "..."
"Why should I tell you that you are not obedient at all? Forget it, your girlfriend named Xiaoliu'er and the beautiful girl named Xiaozi were both taken in by the Nine Saints Sect. The one with the surname Chen and the one with the surname Du , I won’t tell you for now, but you can rest assured that none of them will be in any danger unless..."
An Zheng: "Fake Squid?"
The pain lasted for a full hour before An Zheng fell asleep from exhaustion.
An Zheng screamed miserably. There was an unbearable pain in his left eye. A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his eye. The pupil technique in his left eye... was gone.
Middle-aged man: "What's your attitude? Today, I will keep my word. You learn some etiquette from me, and I will tell you where they are."
"Unless what?"
The middle-aged man stretched out his middle finger: "I see you have done this action. Where did you learn it? This action is what you do after meeting in this era. It is not the clasping of hands and fists in your era, nor is it a bow. It is stretched like this. Point the back of your middle finger toward the opponent and say... "Fake Squid."
The middle-aged man pointed to the land in front of him: "Kneel down and worship me as your teacher."
The middle-aged man sighed and said: "If you knew who I am, you would know whether I am qualified to guarantee you."
"I promise."
"Do you know why they will definitely participate? It's because they and you are outsiders, and the sect won't feel bad if they die. And you all have good talents. If you can cultivate them, it will be of great benefit to the sect in the future. "
"One year later, the four major sects in Jizhou will hold a martial arts conference every ten years. I can tell you for sure that your friends will represent their respective sects in the rookie competition. And this rookie competition... can kill people. Yes. Everyone who participates in the rookie competition must sign a life and death contract, and there will be no accountability for life or death."
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed purple: "Then take away your pupil technique."
He glanced at An Zheng, took out a thin booklet and threw it to An Zheng: "Take this and practice it. You can leave when you're done."
"Yes, yes, if you go out to ask for directions or say hello, you can use this method."
In the distance, the middle-aged man turned his back to An Zheng: "You don't want to become a disciple, but you still can't escape. From now on, I will torture you every day until you willingly kneel down and worship me as your disciple."
"No!"
An Zheng: "You just need to tell me where they are."
"Do you know why they will definitely participate? It's because they and you are outsiders, and the sect won't feel bad if they die. And you all have good talents. If you can cultivate them, it will be of great benefit to the sect in the future. "
"One is for your own good, and the other is for your own good."
The middle-aged man frowned, and then circled angrily: "Why are you so fucking stupid? Do you know how big an opportunity is in front of you? How many people have begged me to give me advice, but I refused. Now it's me I beg you to worship me as your teacher. If this gets out, do you know how many people will want to kill you out of jealousy?"
"ah!"
"Yes, yes, if you go out to ask for directions or say hello, you can use this method."
"Do you want to become a disciple or not?"
"ah!"
An Zheng's weak but stubborn voice came from underground, and the middle-aged man turned pale with anger. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and An Zheng's body exploded out of the ground with a bang. While he was in the air, the black ruler in the middle-aged man's hand had already been struck down again. The ruler seemed to have a force of ten thousand tons and hit An Zheng's back, directly breaking more than half of the bones.
"what should I do."
"Squid, too?"
"Oh... I always feel like something is wrong."
Middle-aged man: "Be good, it's boring if you do this."
An Zheng: "You just need to tell me where they are."
"Do you want to become a disciple or not?"
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng knelt down with a plop: "I can kneel down and beg you, but I won't accept you as my teacher."
An Zheng's weak but stubborn voice came from underground, and the middle-aged man turned pale with anger. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and An Zheng's body exploded out of the ground with a bang. While he was in the air, the black ruler in the middle-aged man's hand had already been struck down again. The ruler seemed to have a force of ten thousand tons and hit An Zheng's back, directly breaking more than half of the bones.
An Zheng's weak but stubborn voice came from underground, and the middle-aged man turned pale with anger. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and An Zheng's body exploded out of the ground with a bang. While he was in the air, the black ruler in the middle-aged man's hand had already been struck down again. The ruler seemed to have a force of ten thousand tons and hit An Zheng's back, directly breaking more than half of the bones.
But the whole body was soaked with sweat, and the body seemed to be hollowed out, with no strength at all. After sweating violently, it quickly became cooler, and the river breeze made me feel more energetic.
"You're a tough talker."
A few seconds later, the comatose An Zheng woke up from the huge pain.
"Oh... I always feel like something is wrong."
"How is it possible? I am teaching you with good intentions. If you meet someone who is more polite than you, I will make this move towards you first and then say Fake Squid. Do you know how to answer?"
The middle-aged man pointed to the land in front of him: "Kneel down and worship me as your teacher."
An Zheng: "Are there so many fools in this world?"
The pain lasted for a full hour before An Zheng fell asleep from exhaustion.
"Do you know why they will definitely participate? It's because they and you are outsiders, and the sect won't feel bad if they die. And you all have good talents. If you can cultivate them, it will be of great benefit to the sect in the future. "
"You? What guarantee do you have?"
An Zheng knelt down with a plop: "I can kneel down and beg you, but I won't accept you as my teacher."
Middle-aged man: “…”
The middle-aged man sighed and said: "If you knew who I am, you would know whether I am qualified to guarantee you."
The middle-aged man frowned, and then circled angrily: "Why are you so fucking stupid? Do you know how big an opportunity is in front of you? How many people have begged me to give me advice, but I refused. Now it's me I beg you to worship me as your teacher. If this gets out, do you know how many people will want to kill you out of jealousy?"
"Squid, too?"
The middle-aged man snorted, glanced at An Zheng who was lying face down, stretched the black ruler forward and inserted it under An Zheng's body, and then lifted An Zheng up: "You want to die?"
An Zheng: "Are there so many fools in this world?"
The middle-aged man frowned, and then circled angrily: "Why are you so fucking stupid? Do you know how big an opportunity is in front of you? How many people have begged me to give me advice, but I refused. Now it's me I beg you to worship me as your teacher. If this gets out, do you know how many people will want to kill you out of jealousy?"
An Zheng: "Fake Squid?"
The middle-aged man pointed to the land in front of him: "Kneel down and worship me as your teacher."
An Zheng's weak but stubborn voice came from underground, and the middle-aged man turned pale with anger. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and An Zheng's body exploded out of the ground with a bang. While he was in the air, the black ruler in the middle-aged man's hand had already been struck down again. The ruler seemed to have a force of ten thousand tons and hit An Zheng's back, directly breaking more than half of the bones.
An Zheng: "Are there so many fools in this world?"
"You're a tough talker."
An Zheng: "..."
"What does this all mean?"
The middle-aged man waved his hand, and a two-foot-long black iron ruler appeared in his hand. He struck An Zheng on the back, and with a bang, An Zheng's body was directly hit deep into the earth.
An Zheng knelt down with a plop: "I can kneel down and beg you, but I won't accept you as my teacher."
"You're a tough talker."
Middle-aged man: "This curse has been said to me nine thousand times if not ten thousand times. It doesn't work... Okay, let's start now. Do you know how to greet others when you meet them in this era?"
The middle-aged man moved forward with a happy look on his face: "It seems that your biggest obstacle is not cultivation, but communication. Especially since you are no longer in your own era, it is even more difficult to communicate. Isn't that right for you? You still want to save your friend even though you have no way to survive. Are you familiar with this era? "
"Barely."
"Do you want to become a disciple or not?"
An Zheng: "You just need to tell me where they are."
"what should I do."
"No!"
An Zheng woke up suddenly and realized that he had only slept for a few minutes.
When the middle-aged man turned around, a purple light flashed in his eyes. An Zheng screamed in pain, and the purple pill fell into An Zheng's mouth. The elixir carries a refreshing fragrance and melts in your mouth. Before An Zheng could react, the elixir turned into a warm current that went down his throat and spread throughout his body in an instant.
An Zheng's weak but stubborn voice came from underground, and the middle-aged man turned pale with anger. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and An Zheng's body exploded out of the ground with a bang. While he was in the air, the black ruler in the middle-aged man's hand had already been struck down again. The ruler seemed to have a force of ten thousand tons and hit An Zheng's back, directly breaking more than half of the bones.
An Zheng asked.
"You're really going to tell me?"
An Zheng: "Are there so many fools in this world?"
"Barely."
An Zheng's body hit the ground hard again, making a big crater like a cannonball hitting the ground.
"Then you can kill him."
"You? What guarantee do you have?"
"How is it possible? I am teaching you with good intentions. If you meet someone who is more polite than you, I will make this move towards you first and then say Fake Squid. Do you know how to answer?"
The middle-aged man pointed to the land in front of him: "Kneel down and worship me as your teacher."
A few seconds later, the comatose An Zheng woke up from the huge pain.
"Do you want to become a disciple or not?"
The middle-aged man sighed and said: "If you knew who I am, you would know whether I am qualified to guarantee you."
"Unless what?"
For some reason, An Zheng started to dream after falling asleep. The first thing that appeared in his dream was the giant bronze door hidden in the clouds. Then the door creaked open, and he curiously put his head in to see what was behind the bronze door. As soon as he reached in, he saw a big face, it was the face of that middle-aged man, still smiling horribly at him.
"No… "
An Zheng raised his middle finger: "Fake Squid."
An Zheng knelt down with a plop: "I can kneel down and beg you, but I won't accept you as my teacher."
"What does this all mean?"
"Squid, too?"
An Zheng: "..."
An Zheng: "You just need to tell me where they are."
"Then do you believe that I will beat you to death? I have taught you a lot of things, but you refuse to become a disciple. If I beat you to death now, it will be regarded as taking back all the things I taught you."
In the distance, the middle-aged man turned his back to An Zheng: "You don't want to become a disciple, but you still can't escape. From now on, I will torture you every day until you willingly kneel down and worship me as your disciple."
An Zheng was lying on the ground unable to move. In front of this guy, An Zheng felt completely weak. This person is too strong, and I may be thousands of miles away from him. An Zheng didn't know why this guy had such an obsession and had to let himself become his disciple. But with An Zheng's stubborn temperament, let alone beating him, he would not succumb even if he was beaten to death.
"You're a tough talker."
"Do you know why they will definitely participate? It's because they and you are outsiders, and the sect won't feel bad if they die. And you all have good talents. If you can cultivate them, it will be of great benefit to the sect in the future. "
An Zheng: "I don't want to know."
But the whole body was soaked with sweat, and the body seemed to be hollowed out, with no strength at all. After sweating violently, it quickly became cooler, and the river breeze made me feel more energetic.
"Oh... I always feel like something is wrong."
"I beg you because I want to save my friends, but... I won't become a disciple!"
The middle-aged man pointed to the land in front of him: "Kneel down and worship me as your teacher."
A shrill roar came from An Zheng's mouth, and his body had been twisted by the electric current as if it were twisted. Both arms were rolled up behind the back and tied into a knot. If it weren't for the fact that they were not long enough, they might even be tied into a bow tie. The two legs are outside the arms, bent upward, and the ankles are hung on the shoulders.
"No… "
For some reason, An Zheng started to dream after falling asleep. The first thing that appeared in his dream was the giant bronze door hidden in the clouds. Then the door creaked open, and he curiously put his head in to see what was behind the bronze door. As soon as he reached in, he saw a big face, it was the face of that middle-aged man, still smiling horribly at him.
"Then do you believe that I will beat you to death? I have taught you a lot of things, but you refuse to become a disciple. If I beat you to death now, it will be regarded as taking back all the things I taught you."
An Zheng: "I don't want to know."
Middle-aged man: "This curse has been said to me nine thousand times if not ten thousand times. It doesn't work... Okay, let's start now. Do you know how to greet others when you meet them in this era?"
An Zheng: "Are there so many fools in this world?"
"Then do you believe that I will beat you to death? I have taught you a lot of things, but you refuse to become a disciple. If I beat you to death now, it will be regarded as taking back all the things I taught you."
The middle-aged man snorted, glanced at An Zheng who was lying face down, stretched the black ruler forward and inserted it under An Zheng's body, and then lifted An Zheng up: "You want to die?"
For some reason, An Zheng started to dream after falling asleep. The first thing that appeared in his dream was the giant bronze door hidden in the clouds. Then the door creaked open, and he curiously put his head in to see what was behind the bronze door. As soon as he reached in, he saw a big face, it was the face of that middle-aged man, still smiling horribly at him.
He threw An Zheng up, then swung the black ruler like a baseball and swiped it at An Zheng. An Zheng's body flew out in a circle, hitting the cliff on the other side of the river with a bang, and crashed directly into the stone wall. middle. The middle-aged man waved, and An Zheng's body flew out of the stone wall again. Without the protection of the scale-reverse divine armor, An Zheng's body was broken into pieces, and the surface of his skin was covered with scars from the stones.
Middle-aged man: “…”
The pain lasted for a full hour before An Zheng fell asleep from exhaustion.
"Barely."
"What does this all mean?"
"Then you can kill him."
"ah!"
"No, no, you should say Kang Muang."
An Zheng: "I don't want to know."
"You? What guarantee do you have?"
But the whole body was soaked with sweat, and the body seemed to be hollowed out, with no strength at all. After sweating violently, it quickly became cooler, and the river breeze made me feel more energetic.
After An Zheng said this, he passed out.
Middle-aged man: "What's your attitude? Today, I will keep my word. You learn some etiquette from me, and I will tell you where they are."
Seeing that An Zheng was dying, the middle-aged man took An Zheng's clothes and threw him into the water. Then he flicked his fingers, and a ball of purple lightning flew out from his fingertips and fell into the water. Immediately after, the water surface exploded. The violent current almost emptied the river, and after the current was rolled, it all moved towards An Zheng. Got into the body.
An Zheng knelt down with a plop: "I can kneel down and beg you, but I won't accept you as my teacher."
An Zheng snorted and turned away from him.
"No!"
An Zheng screamed miserably. There was an unbearable pain in his left eye. A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his eye. The pupil technique in his left eye... was gone.
An Zheng: "Can you tell me where they are now?"
The middle-aged man threw the black ruler away and left angrily. A moment later, a purple pill flew from a distance and landed right on An Zheng's mouth. An Zheng kept his mouth shut to show his stubbornness.
The middle-aged man snorted, glanced at An Zheng who was lying face down, stretched the black ruler forward and inserted it under An Zheng's body, and then lifted An Zheng up: "You want to die?"
In the distance, the middle-aged man turned his back to An Zheng: "You don't want to become a disciple, but you still can't escape. From now on, I will torture you every day until you willingly kneel down and worship me as your disciple."
The middle-aged man turned around, looked at An Zheng and said seriously: "I took away all your magic weapons last time, and now I will take away your abilities. If you are afraid, it is still too late to regret it. As long as you kneel down, solemnly Kowtow to me three times sincerely and worship me as your teacher, and I will give you back whatever I take away from you, and I will also teach you things that others can never learn.”
The middle-aged man turned around, looked at An Zheng and said seriously: "I took away all your magic weapons last time, and now I will take away your abilities. If you are afraid, it is still too late to regret it. As long as you kneel down, solemnly Kowtow to me three times sincerely and worship me as your teacher, and I will give you back whatever I take away from you, and I will also teach you things that others can never learn.”
The pain lasted for a full hour before An Zheng fell asleep from exhaustion.
"There are so many residues in your body, no wonder your cultivation progress is so slow."
In the distance, the middle-aged man turned his back to An Zheng: "You don't want to become a disciple, but you still can't escape. From now on, I will torture you every day until you willingly kneel down and worship me as your disciple."
He threw An Zheng up, then swung the black ruler like a baseball and swiped it at An Zheng. An Zheng's body flew out in a circle, hitting the cliff on the other side of the river with a bang, and crashed directly into the stone wall. middle. The middle-aged man waved, and An Zheng's body flew out of the stone wall again. Without the protection of the scale-reverse divine armor, An Zheng's body was broken into pieces, and the surface of his skin was covered with scars from the stones.
When the middle-aged man turned around, a purple light flashed in his eyes. An Zheng screamed in pain, and the purple pill fell into An Zheng's mouth. The elixir carries a refreshing fragrance and melts in your mouth. Before An Zheng could react, the elixir turned into a warm current that went down his throat and spread throughout his body in an instant.
A few seconds later, the comatose An Zheng woke up from the huge pain.
An Zheng: "If you lie to me again, you will be unlucky for the rest of your life from today on."
He threw An Zheng up, then swung the black ruler like a baseball and swiped it at An Zheng. An Zheng's body flew out in a circle, hitting the cliff on the other side of the river with a bang, and crashed directly into the stone wall. middle. The middle-aged man waved, and An Zheng's body flew out of the stone wall again. Without the protection of the scale-reverse divine armor, An Zheng's body was broken into pieces, and the surface of his skin was covered with scars from the stones.
Seeing that An Zheng was dying, the middle-aged man took An Zheng's clothes and threw him into the water. Then he flicked his fingers, and a ball of purple lightning flew out from his fingertips and fell into the water. Immediately after, the water surface exploded. The violent current almost emptied the river, and after the current was rolled, it all moved towards An Zheng. Got into the body.
"Really... ahem, I don't want to!"
An Zheng: "You just need to tell me where they are."
A few seconds later, the comatose An Zheng woke up from the huge pain.
An Zheng: "If you lie to me again, you will be unlucky for the rest of your life from today on."
The back of the middle-aged man seemed a little lonely, and An Zheng couldn't help but look back, thinking that this man was holding a big tree with one hand and one hand in front of him. The posture of standing with his legs spread was really desolate. Then he saw the guy shaking and then lifting his pants...
"ah!"
"One is for your own good, and the other is for your own good."
After An Zheng said this, he passed out.
"No!"
"You're really going to tell me?"
Middle-aged man: "This curse has been said to me nine thousand times if not ten thousand times. It doesn't work... Okay, let's start now. Do you know how to greet others when you meet them in this era?"
The middle-aged man grabbed An Zheng's shoulders and shook them casually. An Zheng's body returned to its original shape like noodles, but the bones all over his body were still broken. An Zheng was slumped on the ground like a piece of dough.
Middle-aged man: "Be good, it's boring if you do this."
"I promise."
A shrill roar came from An Zheng's mouth, and his body had been twisted by the electric current as if it were twisted. Both arms were rolled up behind the back and tied into a knot. If it weren't for the fact that they were not long enough, they might even be tied into a bow tie. The two legs are outside the arms, bent upward, and the ankles are hung on the shoulders.
An Zheng asked.
Middle-aged man: “…”
"I beg you because I want to save my friends, but... I won't become a disciple!"
"You're really going to tell me?"
A shrill roar came from An Zheng's mouth, and his body had been twisted by the electric current as if it were twisted. Both arms were rolled up behind the back and tied into a knot. If it weren't for the fact that they were not long enough, they might even be tied into a bow tie. The two legs are outside the arms, bent upward, and the ankles are hung on the shoulders.
An Zheng, who was like a meatball, was grabbed back by the middle-aged man and thrown to the ground. With a sound, An Zheng spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
An Zheng raised his middle finger: "Fake Squid."
After An Zheng said this, he passed out.
Middle-aged man: "Be good, it's boring if you do this."
In the distance, the middle-aged man turned his back to An Zheng: "You don't want to become a disciple, but you still can't escape. From now on, I will torture you every day until you willingly kneel down and worship me as your disciple."
Wherever the warm current passed, An Zheng's broken bones made a crackling sound. It didn't take long for them to be reshaped, and they were even stronger! The purple warm current covered all the bones, forming something like a protective film. An Zheng's bones changed from white to a color that was almost jade. An Zheng felt that his muscles were constantly contracting and then expanding. This kind of ups and downs of severe pain tortured An Zheng to death.
The middle-aged man stretched out his middle finger: "I see you have done this action. Where did you learn it? This action is what you do after meeting in this era. It is not the clasping of hands and fists in your era, nor is it a bow. It is stretched like this. Point the back of your middle finger toward the opponent and say... "Fake Squid."
"There are so many residues in your body, no wonder your cultivation progress is so slow."
"There are so many residues in your body, no wonder your cultivation progress is so slow."
An Zheng was lying on the ground unable to move. In front of this guy, An Zheng felt completely weak. This person is too strong, and I may be thousands of miles away from him. An Zheng didn't know why this guy had such an obsession and had to let himself become his disciple. But with An Zheng's stubborn temperament, let alone beating him, he would not succumb even if he was beaten to death.
Seeing that An Zheng was dying, the middle-aged man took An Zheng's clothes and threw him into the water. Then he flicked his fingers, and a ball of purple lightning flew out from his fingertips and fell into the water. Immediately after, the water surface exploded. The violent current almost emptied the river, and after the current was rolled, it all moved towards An Zheng. Got into the body.
The back of the middle-aged man seemed a little lonely, and An Zheng couldn't help but look back, thinking that this man was holding a big tree with one hand and one hand in front of him. The posture of standing with his legs spread was really desolate. Then he saw the guy shaking and then lifting his pants...
The middle-aged man grabbed An Zheng's shoulders and shook them casually. An Zheng's body returned to its original shape like noodles, but the bones all over his body were still broken. An Zheng was slumped on the ground like a piece of dough.
But the whole body was soaked with sweat, and the body seemed to be hollowed out, with no strength at all. After sweating violently, it quickly became cooler, and the river breeze made me feel more energetic.
"One year later, the four major sects in Jizhou will hold a martial arts conference every ten years. I can tell you for sure that your friends will represent their respective sects in the rookie competition. And this rookie competition... can kill people. Yes. Everyone who participates in the rookie competition must sign a life and death contract, and there will be no accountability for life or death."
"You really don't want me to be your teacher?"
An Zheng was lying on the ground unable to move. In front of this guy, An Zheng felt completely weak. This person is too strong, and I may be thousands of miles away from him. An Zheng didn't know why this guy had such an obsession and had to let himself become his disciple. But with An Zheng's stubborn temperament, let alone beating him, he would not succumb even if he was beaten to death.
"You really don't want me to be your teacher?"
"One year later, the four major sects in Jizhou will hold a martial arts conference every ten years. I can tell you for sure that your friends will represent their respective sects in the rookie competition. And this rookie competition... can kill people. Yes. Everyone who participates in the rookie competition must sign a life and death contract, and there will be no accountability for life or death."
"what should I do."
The middle-aged man moved forward with a happy look on his face: "It seems that your biggest obstacle is not cultivation, but communication. Especially since you are no longer in your own era, it is even more difficult to communicate. Isn't that right for you? You still want to save your friend even though you have no way to survive. Are you familiar with this era? "
Middle-aged man: “…”
The pain lasted for a full hour before An Zheng fell asleep from exhaustion.
"Then do you believe that I will beat you to death? I have taught you a lot of things, but you refuse to become a disciple. If I beat you to death now, it will be regarded as taking back all the things I taught you."
The middle-aged man said, "You have a bad attitude, I don't want to talk about it."
"Really... ahem, I don't want to!"
An Zheng: "Fake Squid?"
"Then why don't you just say hello and how are you doing?"
"You're a tough talker."
After An Zheng said this, he passed out.
"Then do you believe that I will beat you to death? I have taught you a lot of things, but you refuse to become a disciple. If I beat you to death now, it will be regarded as taking back all the things I taught you."
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed purple: "Then take away your pupil technique."
An Zheng, who was like a meatball, was grabbed back by the middle-aged man and thrown to the ground. With a sound, An Zheng spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
"No!"
An Zheng screamed miserably. There was an unbearable pain in his left eye. A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his eye. The pupil technique in his left eye... was gone.
An Zheng asked word for word: "Where is my friend?!"
For some reason, An Zheng started to dream after falling asleep. The first thing that appeared in his dream was the giant bronze door hidden in the clouds. Then the door creaked open, and he curiously put his head in to see what was behind the bronze door. As soon as he reached in, he saw a big face, it was the face of that middle-aged man, still smiling horribly at him.
The middle-aged man threw the black ruler away and left angrily. A moment later, a purple pill flew from a distance and landed right on An Zheng's mouth. An Zheng kept his mouth shut to show his stubbornness.
But the whole body was soaked with sweat, and the body seemed to be hollowed out, with no strength at all. After sweating violently, it quickly became cooler, and the river breeze made me feel more energetic.
"Barely."
"One year later, the four major sects in Jizhou will hold a martial arts conference every ten years. I can tell you for sure that your friends will represent their respective sects in the rookie competition. And this rookie competition... can kill people. Yes. Everyone who participates in the rookie competition must sign a life and death contract, and there will be no accountability for life or death."
When the middle-aged man turned around, a purple light flashed in his eyes. An Zheng screamed in pain, and the purple pill fell into An Zheng's mouth. The elixir carries a refreshing fragrance and melts in your mouth. Before An Zheng could react, the elixir turned into a warm current that went down his throat and spread throughout his body in an instant.
"How is it possible? I am teaching you with good intentions. If you meet someone who is more polite than you, I will make this move towards you first and then say Fake Squid. Do you know how to answer?"
The middle-aged man pointed to the land in front of him: "Kneel down and worship me as your teacher."
The middle-aged man was silent for a while and then said: "The reason why I don't tell you is because with your current strength, even if you find them, there is no way to take them away. Now you, let alone the sect leaders and elders of the big sects, even some Excellent disciples can easily crush you. All I can say is that they are all fine. I can assure you that nothing will happen to them."
"what should I do."
"You? What guarantee do you have?"
An Zheng: "What other attitude do you want me to adopt?"
An Zheng's weak but stubborn voice came from underground, and the middle-aged man turned pale with anger. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and An Zheng's body exploded out of the ground with a bang. While he was in the air, the black ruler in the middle-aged man's hand had already been struck down again. The ruler seemed to have a force of ten thousand tons and hit An Zheng's back, directly breaking more than half of the bones.
Wherever the warm current passed, An Zheng's broken bones made a crackling sound. It didn't take long for them to be reshaped, and they were even stronger! The purple warm current covered all the bones, forming something like a protective film. An Zheng's bones changed from white to a color that was almost jade. An Zheng felt that his muscles were constantly contracting and then expanding. This kind of ups and downs of severe pain tortured An Zheng to death.
For some reason, An Zheng started to dream after falling asleep. The first thing that appeared in his dream was the giant bronze door hidden in the clouds. Then the door creaked open, and he curiously put his head in to see what was behind the bronze door. As soon as he reached in, he saw a big face, it was the face of that middle-aged man, still smiling horribly at him.
An Zheng: "If you lie to me again, you will be unlucky for the rest of your life from today on."
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng was lying on the ground unable to move. In front of this guy, An Zheng felt completely weak. This person is too strong, and I may be thousands of miles away from him. An Zheng didn't know why this guy had such an obsession and had to let himself become his disciple. But with An Zheng's stubborn temperament, let alone beating him, he would not succumb even if he was beaten to death.
The middle-aged man waved his hand, and a two-foot-long black iron ruler appeared in his hand. He struck An Zheng on the back, and with a bang, An Zheng's body was directly hit deep into the earth.
The middle-aged man moved forward with a happy look on his face: "It seems that your biggest obstacle is not cultivation, but communication. Especially since you are no longer in your own era, it is even more difficult to communicate. Isn't that right for you? You still want to save your friend even though you have no way to survive. Are you familiar with this era? "
"What does this all mean?"
"Oh... I always feel like something is wrong."
The pain lasted for a full hour before An Zheng fell asleep from exhaustion.
The middle-aged man pointed to the land in front of him: "Kneel down and worship me as your teacher."
An Zheng: "..."
"Then why don't you just say hello and how are you doing?"
"One year later, the four major sects in Jizhou will hold a martial arts conference every ten years. I can tell you for sure that your friends will represent their respective sects in the rookie competition. And this rookie competition... can kill people. Yes. Everyone who participates in the rookie competition must sign a life and death contract, and there will be no accountability for life or death."
For some reason, An Zheng started to dream after falling asleep. The first thing that appeared in his dream was the giant bronze door hidden in the clouds. Then the door creaked open, and he curiously put his head in to see what was behind the bronze door. As soon as he reached in, he saw a big face, it was the face of that middle-aged man, still smiling horribly at him.
"You're a tough talker."
An Zheng: "..."
Middle-aged man: "This curse has been said to me nine thousand times if not ten thousand times. It doesn't work... Okay, let's start now. Do you know how to greet others when you meet them in this era?"
An Zheng's weak but stubborn voice came from underground, and the middle-aged man turned pale with anger. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and An Zheng's body exploded out of the ground with a bang. While he was in the air, the black ruler in the middle-aged man's hand had already been struck down again. The ruler seemed to have a force of ten thousand tons and hit An Zheng's back, directly breaking more than half of the bones.
The pain lasted for a full hour before An Zheng fell asleep from exhaustion.
He threw An Zheng up, then swung the black ruler like a baseball and swiped it at An Zheng. An Zheng's body flew out in a circle, hitting the cliff on the other side of the river with a bang, and crashed directly into the stone wall. middle. The middle-aged man waved, and An Zheng's body flew out of the stone wall again. Without the protection of the scale-reverse divine armor, An Zheng's body was broken into pieces, and the surface of his skin was covered with scars from the stones.
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed purple: "Then take away your pupil technique."
An Zheng woke up suddenly and realized that he had only slept for a few minutes.
The middle-aged man grabbed An Zheng's shoulders and shook them casually. An Zheng's body returned to its original shape like noodles, but the bones all over his body were still broken. An Zheng was slumped on the ground like a piece of dough.
"Then why don't you just say hello and how are you doing?"
But the whole body was soaked with sweat, and the body seemed to be hollowed out, with no strength at all. After sweating violently, it quickly became cooler, and the river breeze made me feel more energetic.
"How is it possible? I am teaching you with good intentions. If you meet someone who is more polite than you, I will make this move towards you first and then say Fake Squid. Do you know how to answer?"
The middle-aged man threw the black ruler away and left angrily. A moment later, a purple pill flew from a distance and landed right on An Zheng's mouth. An Zheng kept his mouth shut to show his stubbornness.
Middle-aged man: "What's your attitude? Today, I will keep my word. You learn some etiquette from me, and I will tell you where they are."
The middle-aged man turned around, looked at An Zheng and said seriously: "I took away all your magic weapons last time, and now I will take away your abilities. If you are afraid, it is still too late to regret it. As long as you kneel down, solemnly Kowtow to me three times sincerely and worship me as your teacher, and I will give you back whatever I take away from you, and I will also teach you things that others can never learn.”
An Zheng asked word for word: "Where is my friend?!"
The middle-aged man stretched out his middle finger: "I see you have done this action. Where did you learn it? This action is what you do after meeting in this era. It is not the clasping of hands and fists in your era, nor is it a bow. It is stretched like this. Point the back of your middle finger toward the opponent and say... "Fake Squid."
An Zheng: "Then tell me who you are."
In the distance, the middle-aged man turned his back to An Zheng: "You don't want to become a disciple, but you still can't escape. From now on, I will torture you every day until you willingly kneel down and worship me as your disciple."
An Zheng: "What other attitude do you want me to adopt?"
"Okay...how to say hello."
"No… "
An Zheng woke up suddenly and realized that he had only slept for a few minutes.
"what should I do."
An Zheng's body hit the ground hard again, making a big crater like a cannonball hitting the ground.
"I promise."
An Zheng screamed miserably. There was an unbearable pain in his left eye. A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his eye. The pupil technique in his left eye... was gone.
An Zheng snorted and turned away from him.
"Oh... I always feel like something is wrong."
The middle-aged man threw the black ruler away and left angrily. A moment later, a purple pill flew from a distance and landed right on An Zheng's mouth. An Zheng kept his mouth shut to show his stubbornness.
"Then do you believe that I will beat you to death? I have taught you a lot of things, but you refuse to become a disciple. If I beat you to death now, it will be regarded as taking back all the things I taught you."
He glanced at An Zheng, took out a thin booklet and threw it to An Zheng: "Take this and practice it. You can leave when you're done."
After An Zheng said this, he passed out.
He glanced at An Zheng, took out a thin booklet and threw it to An Zheng: "Take this and practice it. You can leave when you're done."
"I beg you because I want to save my friends, but... I won't become a disciple!"
The back of the middle-aged man seemed a little lonely, and An Zheng couldn't help but look back, thinking that this man was holding a big tree with one hand and one hand in front of him. The posture of standing with his legs spread was really desolate. Then he saw the guy shaking and then lifting his pants...
The middle-aged man said: "No, I am a responsible person, so I plan to teach you from the beginning. If you want to integrate into this era, you must first learn to adapt to this era. Let's start practicing by meeting and greeting."
"ah!"
The middle-aged man said: "No, I am a responsible person, so I plan to teach you from the beginning. If you want to integrate into this era, you must first learn to adapt to this era. Let's start practicing by meeting and greeting."
An Zheng: "..."
The middle-aged man turned around, looked at An Zheng and said seriously: "I took away all your magic weapons last time, and now I will take away your abilities. If you are afraid, it is still too late to regret it. As long as you kneel down, solemnly Kowtow to me three times sincerely and worship me as your teacher, and I will give you back whatever I take away from you, and I will also teach you things that others can never learn.”
An Zheng: "Are there so many fools in this world?"
An Zheng knelt down with a plop: "I can kneel down and beg you, but I won't accept you as my teacher."
An Zheng raised his middle finger: "Fake Squid."
The pain lasted for a full hour before An Zheng fell asleep from exhaustion.
The middle-aged man stretched out his middle finger: "I see you have done this action. Where did you learn it? This action is what you do after meeting in this era. It is not the clasping of hands and fists in your era, nor is it a bow. It is stretched like this. Point the back of your middle finger toward the opponent and say... "Fake Squid."
Middle-aged man: "This curse has been said to me nine thousand times if not ten thousand times. It doesn't work... Okay, let's start now. Do you know how to greet others when you meet them in this era?"
"No, no, you should say Kang Muang."
An Zheng woke up suddenly and realized that he had only slept for a few minutes.
He glanced at An Zheng, took out a thin booklet and threw it to An Zheng: "Take this and practice it. You can leave when you're done."
An Zheng: "If you lie to me again, you will be unlucky for the rest of your life from today on."
For some reason, An Zheng started to dream after falling asleep. The first thing that appeared in his dream was the giant bronze door hidden in the clouds. Then the door creaked open, and he curiously put his head in to see what was behind the bronze door. As soon as he reached in, he saw a big face, it was the face of that middle-aged man, still smiling horribly at him.
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed purple: "Then take away your pupil technique."
An Zheng: "What other attitude do you want me to adopt?"
An Zheng snorted and turned away from him.
"You? What guarantee do you have?"
"ah!"
"Okay...how to say hello."
"ah!"
The back of the middle-aged man seemed a little lonely, and An Zheng couldn't help but look back, thinking that this man was holding a big tree with one hand and one hand in front of him. The posture of standing with his legs spread was really desolate. Then he saw the guy shaking and then lifting his pants...
"what should I do."
"One is for your own good, and the other is for your own good."
"You're really going to tell me?"
"Oh... I always feel like something is wrong."
An Zheng's body hit the ground hard again, making a big crater like a cannonball hitting the ground.
An Zheng screamed miserably. There was an unbearable pain in his left eye. A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his eye. The pupil technique in his left eye... was gone.
Middle-aged man: “…”
An Zheng's weak but stubborn voice came from underground, and the middle-aged man turned pale with anger. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and An Zheng's body exploded out of the ground with a bang. While he was in the air, the black ruler in the middle-aged man's hand had already been struck down again. The ruler seemed to have a force of ten thousand tons and hit An Zheng's back, directly breaking more than half of the bones.