Although he was reluctant, Sun Hong knew that at this time, he could only bow to Yang Qi.
"Junior Brother Yang, I was too impulsive last time. I apologize to you here." Sun Hong said.
Yang Qi glanced at Sun Hong and said calmly, "No need to apologize. If you have anything to say, just say it directly."
Although Sun Hong concealed it very well, Yang Qi still keenly noticed the hatred that flashed in the other's eyes. It was obvious that Sun Hong had no intention of apologizing to him at all.
Hearing Yang Qi's merciless words, Sun Hong suddenly became angry, but he still smiled, "My master hopes that you can become his disciple."
Given the Master's attitude towards Yang Qi, once Yang Qi agrees to be his disciple, he will definitely be very favored. At that time, if anyone says a few bad things about him in front of the Master, it will be enough for him to suffer.
"I appreciate your master's kindness, but I have no plans to become his disciple for the time being." Yang Qi said calmly.
"Junior Brother Yang, don't rush to refuse. My master promised that if you are willing to become my disciple, he can give you a high-quality, mid-grade Yuan weapon." Sun Hong said hurriedly.
Hundreds of thousands of crystals are a huge fortune even for a high-level martial arts master. Practitioners consume a lot of resources in their practice. If they want to take out hundreds of thousands of crystals in one go, unless they are martial arts masters with profound background, they can only rely on gifts from their elders.
The high-quality, mid-grade Yuan soldiers were extremely valuable even to high-level martial artists. Sun Hong didn't believe that Yang Qi would not be tempted.
"Not interested." Yang Qi said indifferently.
Becoming a disciple is such a big deal, it affects one's future path in martial arts. If one becomes a disciple of a strong person who is not suitable for one's own just for a little gain, then one would be losing the big picture for the small.
Moreover, in Yang Qi's eyes, the middle-grade Yuan Bing is very precious? He still has a million Yuan crystals on him, so it is easy to buy a middle-grade Yuan Bing, not to mention that he has the top-grade Yuan Bing left to him by the Wu Shi Great Emperor. It's just that the top-grade Yuan Bing is too precious, so Yang Qi has never dared to expose it.
"Junior Brother Yang, a mid-grade item..." Sun Hong was about to speak.
"Go now." Yang Qi interrupted Sun Hong directly. He had already decided on the candidate to be his disciple, and there would not be any change. It was even more impossible for him to change his decision for a little profit.
"Yang Qi, don't regret it." Sun Hong's face was a little ugly, and he said in a deep voice, "Even if you become a disciple of other high-level martial masters, they may not be stronger than my master, and it is impossible for them to easily give you a treasure worth hundreds of thousands of crystals."
A martial master himself also needs to practice, plus the treasures he usually bestows on his disciples, if he takes out treasures worth hundreds of thousands of crystals, even a high-level martial master does not have such a large family background. Unless he is like Lei Yun, who only has two direct disciples, he can naturally give more practice resources.
"I'm done?" Yang Qi glanced at Sun Hong and said indifferently, "I'm done, you can leave now."
"You..." Sun Hong was furious and sneered, "Okay, okay, I want to see who you can become my disciple if you reject my master!"
"Don't bother with that." Yang Qi was too lazy to pay attention to Sun Hong and went straight into the palace.
"How hateful! You actually made me humble myself like this. If we weren't in the sect, I would have killed you." Sun Hong looked at the palace with the closed door, a murderous look flashing in his eyes.
He humbled himself and even tried to please Yang Qi, but Yang Qi didn't give him any face at all. Sun Hong couldn't help but feel completely furious.
…
Yang Qi didn't want to pay attention to Sun Hong. He returned to the secret room and began to digest the gains from the previous fight with the puppet on the seventh floor of the Sword Tower. At the same time, Sun Hong also returned to the palace of Tianjian Peak.
“Master, Yang Qi is so hateful. I told him your intentions clearly, but he not only refused, but also…” Sun Hong said to the old man not far away, adding fuel to the fire.
"Okay, I understand." The old man said calmly after hearing this.
“Master, what about Yang Qi…” Sun Hong was unwilling and was about to speak again.
"You go out first." The old man glanced at Sun Hong and said indifferently.
"Master... I..." Sun Hong opened his mouth, and then said respectfully, "Disciple will take his leave."
Watching Sun Hong leaving, the old man shook his head slightly. Sun Hong was a man with too deep thoughts. To put it nicely, he was meticulous. To put it bluntly, he was scheming.
"After all, your foundation is too poor. A good seedling simply looks down on me." The old man said helplessly.
Who doesn't want to accept a disciple with outstanding talent? The old man is no exception. However, some geniuses with outstanding talent look down on him, and he likes disciples with less talent. This time, he finally met a genius who was still in Xuanjian Peak and had not yet become his disciple. Unfortunately, the other party had no intention of becoming his disciple.
…
After practicing for half a month, Yang Qi's cultivation reached the peak of the four-star martial sect. This was also thanks to his exchange of a lot of Rong Yuan Dan, otherwise his cultivation would not have been able to improve so quickly. After all, the improvement of cultivation itself is a process of refining the vitality of heaven and earth. The speed at which practitioners absorb and refine is ultimately limited, and it is impossible to reach the sky in one step.
After reaching the peak of the four-star martial arts master and practicing for another half a month, Yang Qi once again came to the seventh floor of the Sword Tower. After several months of practice, his body was close to the best Xuanbing, and was not much worse than Liu Fei. At the beginning, Liu Fei relied on his body to resist the self-detonation of the Corpse God Cult practitioners who used the secret method.
Whoosh~
The sharp sword light fell and the puppet's body was blown away.
With his physical strength combined with the burst of Yuanli, Yang Qi could easily kill a five-star martial arts master with just one sword. Even an ordinary six-star martial arts master could be killed head-on with his strong physical body and swordsmanship.
Whoosh~ Whoosh~
Sword lights surged, blue lotuses surged in the sky, and continuously bombarded the puppet. Although the puppet resisted with all its might, Yang Qi's swordsmanship was too fast and too strong, so it could only block a small part of the attacks. Most of the attacks still fell madly on him.
“Boom~Boom~”
Terrifying loud noises were heard one after another. Under Yang Qi's crazy attack, the puppet was defeated step by step, but it still did not stop. It was obvious that it had not reached the conditions for being judged as defeated.
Buzz~
Suddenly, a golden light surged from the puppet's body, and Yang Qi's attack fell, as if a stone fell into the sea, without any sound at all. Under the protection of the golden light, the puppet retreated to the center of the hall and stopped attacking.
“This…” Yang Qi was also stunned when he saw this scene. When he fought with puppets before, he always defeated them directly, but now the situation was obviously different from before.
“Is there a limit to the attacks that the puppet can withstand?” Yang Qi thought to himself. He attacked frantically again and again, and the puppet’s tough body could naturally block it. But if it were a cultivator, even a six-star martial artist, he would have been injured long ago.
Obviously, defeating a puppet is not just about hitting it hard with one sword. If you continue to attack it crazily, and the damage exceeds the puppet's ability to withstand, the puppet will also be judged as defeated. And to do all this, you must have the combat power to suppress the puppet!
Sword Tower Seventh Floor, Passed! (To be continued)