Chapter 963: Eighth-level Celestial

Yes.
　　 Lin Beichen has forgotten about completing the task.
　　 Because I am going back now, it seems that I can't find a suitable candidate.
　　 Can you complete this KEEP mission [The Rise of the Sword Fairy Garden], you can only look at your face with luck-Young Master Lin thinks that his face is pretty long, so maybe a miracle will happen at the last moment?
　　 But the elder and pedantic sword formation technique of the madman in front of him was too attractive to him.
　　Because of this technology, it was almost exclusively created for his metal profound energy to control the metal ability.
　　 Once he has mastered the sword formation technique, Lin Beichen can be sure that the combat power of his own Golden Innate Profound Qi will definitely explode directly, far surpassing the other four Profound Qi.
　　 When the time comes, even a celestial person at the seventh or eighth level, in front of such a sword formation, will have to kneel down and call Dad.
　　 If the apprenticeship is successful, the effect is roughly the same as completing the KEEP task.
　　 "By the way, Senior said just now that he was going to find me, so why?"
　　 Lin Beichen asked curiously.
　　 Wang Qigong touched his white beard, and said, "Of course I am accepting you as a disciple."
　　 Lin Beichen: (?w?).
　　 Isn’t it a coincidence, isn’t it?
　　 This can be regarded as a looking at mung beans-is it right?
　　 "Master is here."
　　 He did not hesitate to kneel down in the ceremony of apprenticeship at the moment, and said: "Practitioner Lin Beichen, visit Master."
　　 Wang Qigong touched his chin, always feeling as if something was wrong, and said: "Don't you ask, why should I accept you as a disciple?"
Lin Beichen said: "You don’t need to ask the younger generation to know that the younger generation must have seen the younger generation is handsome and handsome, the Yushu is near the wind, the talent is extraordinary, the amazing talent is amazing, the courage to take on the responsibility, the chivalrous courage, and the demeanor of your youth. Read."
　　 Wang Qigong nodded with satisfaction: "Your kid is very good at talking..."
　　 Lin Beichen stood up and said righteously: "I'm just telling the facts that everyone knows."
　　 Wang Qigong said again: "Like a shameless person like you, I haven't seen him in Baiyun City for a long, long time."
　　 Lin Beichen didn't change his face and said: "After all, excellent people are always lonely."
　　 Wang Qigong smiled and said, "But you are wrong. I want to accept you as a disciple. I just don't want that Ding Sanshi to have such a famous disciple."
"Oh."
　　 Lin Beichen had an expression of understanding, and said, "You are jealous of Lao Ding."
　　 "Bah, my old man is really the No. 1 wizard in Baiyun City. How can I be jealous of that shameless guy... I just can't understand him as a scumbag who relies on your name, and is just a fake tiger everywhere."
　　 Wang Qigong is angry when he speaks.
　　 "Oh, it turned out to be envy."
　　 Lin Beichen is thoughtful and authentic.
　　 "Not envy."
　　 Wang Qigong resented like a cat with its tail stepped on, and said sharply: "I would envy him? It's just that he doesn't have an apprentice like you."
　　 "It turned out to be envy, jealousy and hatred."
　　 Lin Beichen thought again.
　　 "Fart, you... do you have a brain problem."
Wang Qigong was continuously pierced in his mind and became angry into anger. He sighed and said: "Since you have been a teacher, you will be my apprentice from today. From then on, you can no longer see Ding Sanshi's trash... "
"stop."
　　 Lin Beichen made a stop gesture, and said, "You mean, you told me to betray the teacher?"
　　 "To be precise, it is abandonment."
　　 Wang Qi is fair.
　　 "For the sake of sword formation, abandon your mentor?"
　　 Lin Beichen said silently: "Then I am too human."
"Who said that you abandoned Ding Sanshi and worshipped me as a teacher? I will teach you the art of sword formation?" Wang Qigong said in surprise: "I just give you a chance to become my disciple. As for whether you can get the sword formation. The teaching of the secret technique depends on your performance, and we will talk about it in thirty to fifty years."
　　 Lin Beichen stayed in a daze, sighed, and said: "It turns out that the most shameless person is Uncle Wang."
"I am over-flattered."
　　 Wang Qigong touched his beard and smiled.
　　 "Farewell."
　　 Lin Beichen turned around and left.
"I can bet."
Wang Qigong looked at Lin Beichen's back and said triumphantly: "You can't get out of this yard... Hehe, you are just trying to catch you, let me keep you, hehe, I will not, if I take the initiative to beg you today, Let my last name be written upside down."
　　 Lin Beichen's figure disappeared at the gate of the courtyard.
　　 Wang Qigong is still not in a hurry.
　　 He sneered while holding the winning ticket: "I bet that you will never leave the Sword Formation Research Institute after you walk out of this yard. Hehe, it's naive to want to have a heart with me."
　　 Lin Beichen did not respond.
　　 Crescent Moon looked like a bunny, jumped onto the low wall, looked out with the palm of his hand, and said happily: "Grandpa, he is gone, he is gone, he has already left the Sword Formation Research Institute."
　　 Wang Qigong snapped off one of his beards, and forced himself to calm down: "This kid has a good mentality, but I bet he will come if he goes out a kilometer away..."
　　 "Grandpa, grandpa, he has already walked a thousand meters..."
　　 "Hehe, then wait for him to pass the corner of Fuluo Street."
　　 "It's already gone, I'm walking fast."
　　 "Huh? Impossible... I don't believe him, he will not turn around and come back when he passes the flying turret."
　　 "Grandpa, the eldest brother has not only passed the Feijiaolou, but also the abandoned fort, also passed the odd bird bridge, and passed...now it is out of sight."
"What? This kid, playing so ruthlessly, I don’t believe it anymore. Seeing my sword formation technique, he can’t be tempted. Ding Sanshi’s faceless and skinless trash, the apprentices are all two or five. There was one before. Cao Potian, can Lin Beichen be surprised now?"
　　 "Grandpa, I think the person I regret is probably you."
　　 "Bah, grandpa, I regret so many things, where can I regret him?"
　　 "You have a hard mouth, grandpa, big brother is born to control Feijian, haven't you seen it?"
　　 "Yeah, that's why I... wait, you mean, that guy, like you, can control the flying sword with mental power? That's indeed a good seed, but..."
　　 "No, Grandpa, unlike me, he does not use mental power, but a more advanced and advanced control method. Grandpa, I feel that he may be the ‘absolute sword body’ you’ve been looking for so hard."
　　 "What? The misty physique that exists in ancient books? He? How could it be possible?"
　　 "Grandpa, you should know my ability to respond to this system."
　　 "You... girl, didn't you lie to me?"
　　 "No, you didn't see it with your own eyes, the eldest brother controls the flying sword, only in a single thought, there is no profound energy fluctuation, and no mental power fluctuation... It can't be wrong, it is the ‘absolute sword body’."
"go."
"What to do?"
　　 "Go and beg the kid to come back."
　　 "But you said, if you take the initiative to beg him, you will..."
　　 "Oh, don't talk nonsense, it doesn't matter if you write the king character upside down."
　　……
　　……
　　 City Lord Mansion.
　　 Lu Guanhai's sword shines like electricity, and he takes no mercy.
　　The dozen or so sword repairmen rushing in the front have not yet reflected. They only felt that the sword light flashed in front of them, the endless chill and darkness covered their consciousness, and death had come.
　　 Luo Xuan, the elder of the Indestructible Sword Sect, retreated in horror.
　　This kind of swordsmanship, she can't stop it.
　　 If it is right, I am afraid it will die between three moves.
　　 But Lu Guanhai obviously did not intend to let her go.
　　 The sword light swayed.
　　 The sharp sword intent broke through the void and cut Luo Xuan straight.
　　 "Sovereign, save me."
　　 Luo Xuan shouted in horror.
　　咻!
　　 A ray of bright sword light suddenly appeared from the void.
Ding!
　　The long sword in Lu Guanhai's hand was hit by the sword light, trembling suddenly, and then turned into metal powder and dispersed.
　　 "The power of the eighth level?"
　　 Lu Guanhai's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly drew back.
　　 The opponent's true top celestial powerhouse finally appeared.