Chapter 90 Li Qi: Compared to My Apprentice, You Are Just a Piece of Shit

"Junior brother, junior brother."

Xue Jing was practicing swordplay when Zhu Shanying's voice came from outside the training room.

He paused, sheathed the long sword in his hand, put it on the ground, took down the towel hanging on the wall next to him, and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

The door of the training room was pushed open, and Zhu Shanying's petite figure rushed in.

"Ding ding ding! The hero is on the stage!"

The girl's bright and lively eyes smiled into a crescent shape, holding a rectangular black cloth in her hand.

"Junior brother, look what I brought you."

Xue Jing smiled and greeted:

"Senior Sister Zhu."

Then he looked at the black rectangular cloth in her hand and asked curiously:

"What is this?"

Zhu Shanying smiled and said, "Guess?"

Xue Jing glanced at the long black cloth and was about to speak when his eyes moved suddenly.

Inexplicably, he felt that this long black cloth had a strange sense of intimacy, as if calling him.

Xue Jing reached out and held the long cloth in his hand, and a feeling of blood connection arose spontaneously.

He exclaimed: "What a good knife."

Zhu Shanying was slightly stunned and asked curiously: "How do you know it's a knife?"

Xue Jing smiled, "I guessed."

Zhu Shanying pouted, "Junior brother, you are lying."

"If you guessed, you would only guess that it was a 'knife', how could you directly say that it was a 'good knife'?"

Xue Jing was surprised: "Senior Sister Zhu, why do you feel like you are a little smart?"

Zhu Shanying was not very happy when she heard it.

She glared at Xue Jing and muttered: "What do you mean by like, I have always been very smart, okay."

The girl stretched out her hands and grabbed Xue Jing's cheeks.

"Tell me, how did you know it was a good knife."

Xue Jing untied the rope of the long black cloth in his hand and took it off.

A long sword with a black scabbard appeared in front of him, and the scabbard was embroidered with simple and beautiful silver patterns.

Xue Jing slowly pulled out the sword, and a silver-white cold light flashed.

His eyes lit up, and he stroked the blade with a bit of love, and smiled:

"It... was just introducing itself to me."

Zhu Shanying asked in confusion: "Ah?"

Introducing itself? Can this sword talk?

Xue Jing gently stroked the beautiful long sword in his hand.

Black handle, silver-white blade, total length is about 1.5 meters.

In terms of the shape of the sword, it should be regarded as the Royal Guards' Sabre, with a slight arc. Under the sunlight from the window, it reflects a little cold light. It is a good sword that can be seen to be extremely sharp with the naked eye.

The natural closeness to the weapon brought by [Weapon Strike] made him quickly understand everything about the sword.

It was as if... the sword was introducing itself to him.

Seeing Xue Jing couldn't let go of it, Zhu Shanying was also very happy. She put her hands behind her back and said with a smile:

"This knife is my grandfather's collection."

"Junior brother, you are going to participate in U19, you must have a good weapon... I haven't given you anything since you came in, so I'll give you this knife!"

Xue Jing paused, shook his head, and was about to say something.

Zhu Shanying tiptoed and touched his head, saying with a smile: "Don't worry, my grandfather has a lot of collections, and I also told him that I want to give this knife to someone, and he agreed."

"Is that so..." Xue Jing looked at the beautiful long knife in his hand, thought for a while, and said:

"Thank you, Senior Sister Zhu... By the way, let me ask, how much is this knife worth?"

Zhu Shanying nodded her chin.

"Well... the main material of this knife is 'dragon bone steel', which is an alloy smelted from the dragon bones of dragon species and other rare metals."

"It is said that the forger is a master named He Jiuxi, who is now retired."

The girl calculated with her fingers.

"If the collection value is included, it should be around 20 million."

Xue Jing's mouth twitched.

With a little effort, it was all his wealth?

In an instant, Xue Jing quickly threw out the idea that he was a rich man.

"Senior Sister Zhu... this is too expensive."

Xue Jing shook his head.

Zhu Shanying said softly:

"Junior Brother."

"You said, 'For the strong, money is just a stone that can be seen everywhere, easily obtained, and even thrown away without care'."

She looked at Xue Jing.

"It's just a knife worth 20 million. Do you think you can't afford it and can't afford it?"

The girl's tone was extremely calm, completely different from usual.

"..."

Xue Jing looked at Zhu Shanying steadily.

Her lively eyes seemed to hold some hope.

After a long while, Xue Jing smiled.

"I am stingy."

He sheathed the long sword in his hand and said to Zhu Shanying seriously:

"Thank you, Senior Sister Zhu, I will accept the sword."

In the more than one month since he entered the dojo, his strength has grown rapidly.

But his spirit... didn't seem to be completely in line.

Xue Jing rubbed his brows.

He didn't expect that what he said when he was pretending to be cool would become a boomerang and hit him.

Yes, it's just 20 million.

For him, it's no longer something so expensive that he can't afford to pay it back.

Just like ordinary people won't be uneasy because their friends treat them to a meal, for him, this 20 million knife is just a "meal".

I have to reflect on myself and adjust my mentality.

"Hehe, this is the little brother I want to see."

Zhu Shanying smiled again and patted Xue Jing on the back.

"Little brother, little brother!"

An anxious call suddenly came from outside the training room.

Xue Jing and Zhu Shanying looked at each other, then walked to the door with knives and opened it.

Outside the door was an ordinary male disciple wearing a white training suit. When he saw Xue Jing, he hurriedly said:

"Junior Brother, Master asked you to go to the training hall."

Xue Jing asked in confusion: "What happened?"

The male disciple explained: "The people from the Jinfeng Dojo came to us... It seems that they are here to cause trouble."

Xue Jing narrowed his eyes: "Jinfeng Dojo?"

...

"So, you are here to challenge the dojo?"

In the training hall of the Canglong Dojo.

Li Qi sat in a wheelchair and looked at the two people in front of him, his tone was calm.

Li Chengxuan, who was standing opposite Li Qi, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Don't get me wrong."

"Who in Qingcheng is so ignorant that he dares to come to challenge the 'Dragon King's' hall?"

"I mean communication, pure communication."

Li Qi looked at him twice and snorted.

"I have heard of you. You are so young that you can practice the Golden Wind and White Rainbow Sword to the level of 'blade reaching four tips'. You are indeed talented."

Li Chengxuan immediately bowed slightly and said with a smile: "It is an honor for me to hear your words."

Li Qi ignored his compliment, but touched the bald spot on his head and said lightly:

"However, the old man Jiao Hongyuan protected you too well, which made you a little ignorant of the world."

"Compared with my apprentice, your talent is just a pile of dried wild shit on the roadside. I am too lazy to even look at it."

Xue Jing had just walked to the door of the training hall. When he heard this, he looked strange.

The description of the master... is so strange.

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