Becoming the personal disciple of Elder Huashen is what all young monks dream of.

Outer disciples, ordinary disciples, inner disciples, direct disciples.

Being a direct disciple not only symbolizes strength, but also symbolizes status within the sect. As long as the sect's taboos are not violated, common mistakes can be easily overcome and treated as if nothing happened.

"Ma Weiguo, are you too shameless? Can you teach Ye Yong? Are you worthy of being his master?" Everyone had similar thoughts and thoughts. As soon as Ma Weiguo said this, he was attacked by other elders. Extremely mocking.

"I can't afford it, how can you afford it?" Ma Weiguo snorted coldly. He is the eighth-level power of the gods. Everyone here is fluctuating at this level. In a real fight, it's hard to tell the winner. In certain circumstances, Even Ma Weiguo is even better, because boxing cultivator does not rely on weapons, but relies on physical strength: "Ye Yong, believe me, boxing cultivator is the best choice, invest all the resources on yourself, there is no need to spend extra money and thought. Above weapons, one's own strength is what makes one truly powerful. On the other hand, if one is a swordsman or a swordsman, his combat power will be reduced and he will not be able to compete on the stage. "

"Don't listen to his nonsense. Boxing is only suitable as a backup auxiliary." A sword cultivator looked at Ye Yong and talked eloquently: "It is true that the sword cultivator's strength will decline without weapons, but have you noticed? , powerful sword cultivators will learn additional boxing techniques or palm techniques? Only by focusing on the sword and using fists and palms as a supplement can people get injured. If a boxing cultivator's hands are damaged, it will undoubtedly be fatal. We sword cultivators can wield swords with our minds. Even if our hands are disabled, we still have good fighting power. Can boxing cultivators do this?"

"Fart! Boxing cultivators don't really only have fists. Our whole body is covered with weapons. We have no hands, no feet, no limbs, and no heads!"

Boxing cultivation is a physical cultivation. Ordinary monks take care of both the physical body and the soul, while boxing cultivation focuses on the physical body and trains the physical body to the extreme.

This is why Ma Weiguo looks old despite his age, but is still tall and strong.

"One of you talks about boxing and the other talks about swords. Do you think you're not paying attention to us sword cultivators?"

"Sword cultivators are all lunatics! Ye Yong, you can choose anyone, but don't choose sword cultivators!" Suddenly, the three sword cultivator elders and Elder Matthew said in unison.

The elder sword cultivator's face turned green and red due to the choking, and the companion next to him bit his lips, his whole body trembled, his eyes were as cold and sharp as a knife blade, as if he was going to kill someone in the next second.

"It's really inappropriate for the seniors to have this argument. The juniors will laugh at it." Mu Qingyin said at this time: "Rather than arguing in a meaningless way, it's better to ask Ye Yong what he thinks."

Mu Qingyin raised her eyes and stared at Ye Yong with soft eyes. No matter what decision Ye Yong made, she would not stop him. Whether he went or stayed was entirely up to him.

Compared to the bad old man, Master Bai Fumei is definitely more attractive, but Ye Yongyong will not accept Mu Qingyin as his teacher.

The difference between the hall master and the master is still not small. Brothers and sisters are nothing. In a sense, the master is a second parent. A jockey who disrespects his ancestors and betrays his master and disciples is considered a great unfilial piety and is difficult to be recognized by the world.

Otherwise, Ye Yong would have worshiped Mu Qingyin as his master long ago. As a master and apprentice, would he be worried about not being able to see Mu Qingyin? Just ask her for advice when you have nothing to do, are you afraid that it won't improve your favorability?

Precisely because the path of master-disciple is difficult to walk, Ye Yong did not do this. Instead, he continued to look familiar in front of Mu Qingyin through the two beauties.

"Before I express my thoughts, I would like to ask the elders for advice if I have any questions." Ye Yongzuo bowed and bowed his head slightly, very modestly: "Which of the world's ways is the strongest?"

"Of course it's the sword (knife) (boxing) way."

The six elders glared at each other and repeated again: "It's the way of sword (knife) (fist)!"

Seeing that they were about to argue again, Ye Yong simply asked and answered: "For the elders, your own path must be the strongest, but in fact, there is no strongest path, only the path that suits you. The elders think that the way they cultivate is the strongest because it suits them and can exert the greatest effect. Can sword cultivators guarantee that they can defeat boxing cultivators? "

Elder Jianxiu was silent, and Elder Ma was about to feel proud when Ye Yong continued: "What about the other way around?"

Elder Ma was silent.

"This junior is not talented. Before joining the Tianluo Sect, I practiced swordsmanship for ten years. Because I was too persistent in pursuing strength, I became mentally ill and had a violent temper. I even accidentally killed a servant in my family. When I saw innocent lives disappearing in front of my eyes, I At this moment, the junior suddenly realized, is it really okay to continue like this? If I become stronger, but also become ruthless and cruel, is it really worth it? "Seizing the opportunity, Ye Yong started to clean up what 'Ye Yong' left behind. Black history.

Chu Mu Qingyin here may have never killed anyone. Who hasn’t had blood on their hands?

When I say this, I am not afraid that their eyes will become weird. They are all old guys who have lived for thousands of years. If it were a fledgling monk who heard it, they would not think anything of it. In the world of cultivating immortals, the weak eat the strong. Ye Yong has already made it clear that he It was a mistake, and it is even more impossible to pursue it. Mortals are worthless in the eyes of monks. Slaves are not even human beings, they can only be regarded as living possessions.

"The junior began to try other ways. He tried fists, knives and so on, but it was still difficult to suppress the violence in his heart. So, the junior came into contact with music and painting, and cultivated his moral character. Since then, the demonic obstacles have dissipated. Miraculously, what he had learned before The sword, boxing, and sword skills have also improved. Although the demonic barrier has been eliminated, the junior has already fallen in love with music and painting, and it is impossible to give up on it. The elder sword cultivator said before, "The sword is the main one, and the fists and palms are the supplement." Perhaps for the younger generation, music and painting are suitable for the main role, and other things are suitable for the auxiliary role.”

The elders went to war because they were eager to love talents, and they did not want to destroy Ye Yong, a young man with a bright future. After hearing what Ye Yong said, they couldn't help but fall silent.

Mu Qingyin has been watching Ye Yong since just now. This is the first time she knows the reason why Ye Yong learns music and painting. She is not disappointed or relieved. Because Ye Yong is right, what suits you is the best. Of course, if you ask her if she is happy, she is still a little happy. Because Ye Yong said that he loved music and painting and could not give up, which meant that he would not leave the music and painting hall.

"Not bad, not bad." A total of seven elders came to visit, three from the Sword Pavilion Hall, two from the Sword Exhibition Hall, one from the Quan Yi Hall, and the last one clapped their hands at this moment.

Ye Yongyong knew him. He looked older, with a kind face and kind eyes. His aura was not as fierce as the monks who used swords. He was thin and could not be a boxing cultivator.

Seeing Ye Yong looking at him, the old man smiled and said: "Danhuo Hall, Gongsun Yao. I am here to be called as a notary. I will make sure that if you want to join a certain hall, no one else will force you to stay."

"It turns out to be Elder Gongsun! Disrespect!" When Ye Yong heard the name, he immediately checked the number in his mind and confirmed that the other party had a role in the novel, and it was not a small one. He was an important figure in the early and middle stages.

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