He Yi, the head of the Ice God Sect, burst into laughter. "If he is a good-for-nothing, what about the other disciples?"
Lou Cheng took a step forward while the two elders were talking and said respectfully, "Nice to meet you, Martial Uncle Sect Leader."
"Good, good." The wrinkles at the corners of He Yi's eyes unfolded layer by layer. "I've seen your last two matches. You've reached more than Level Eight in one year. You've even reached Level Seven. In the history of our Ice God Sect, you're already very rare."
"Well, Martial Uncle Sect Leader seems to be more cultured than Master …" Lou Cheng said with a smile. "I can't reach Professional Seventh Pin in a year, so I don't plan to attend the Ranking Event in October. I plan to attend it in April next year."
The reason why he was able to defeat Zhang Zhutong and Han Zhifei was mainly because he didn't show his true strength in the beginning, causing his opponents to misjudge him. With a bit of luck and a bit of quick-wittedness, he barely managed to win the Youth Tournament. Through these two matches, others could basically figure out his general situation.
In this case, if he attended the Ranking Event of Professional Seventh Pin in October, he would have less than a 50% chance of winning. He'd better consolidate his foundation and break through the limits of the human body and register at the end of April or early May next year.
Of course, the premise was that he didn't change much by squeezing the Jindan to improve his supernatural ability.
He Yi nodded slightly and praised him. "Very good. You're not in a hurry, unlike your Master who was impulsive when he was young."
"I'm full of youthful spirit!" The white-haired Geezer Shi retorted.
He Yi shook his head and smiled. "Three years old can tell the difference. Well, you take Martial Nephew Lou to the Songtao Pavilion. Tomorrow morning at 9: 15 a.m., he'll formally become your disciple."
At this point, he looked at Lou Cheng and said, "Tomorrow is just a formality. You are now an official disciple of our sect. This is also your home, so you don't have to be too restrained. If you have nothing to do at night, you can walk around and interact with your fellow disciples. Hehe, don't be too afraid of strangers.
He deliberately emphasized the word "friendly" as if he was making a final decision.
"But don't get close to the Tingxuan Pavilion, so as not to disturb the guests from Haixi Sect, Dinghai Sect, and Hanchi." He Yi added.
"There are guests?" Lou Cheng blurted out in surprise.
Wouldn't this seem too solemn?
"Our sects are united, and that's why we're in this situation today. They came here with good intentions, so we can't stop them, right?" He Yi replied meaningfully.
"Hey, we old guys are here. Let's just watch the ceremony. What can happen?" Geezer Shi said grumpily, "I'll take this brat to the Songtao Pavilion."
He Yi nodded. "Go ahead. If you're too tired, it's fine to meet your fellow disciples tomorrow."
After watching the two of them leave and leave the Ice Queen Pavilion, a well-built man came down the stairs. His hair was black, and his skin was wrinkle-free. He didn't look to be in his forties, but his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of time.
"Master, isn't this apprenticeship ceremony a little too solemn?" The man frowned and asked.
He Yi chuckled. "Solemn? If it's just a Professional Seventh or Eighth Pin disciple, there's no need to be so solemn. But this is a disciple who reached Professional Eighth Pin or even Professional Seventh Pin within a year, and he's not even 20 yet. "
"You heard the conversation between him and your Martial Uncle Shi. Your Little Junior Brother doesn't like to meddle in things. Xianlong, don't think too much. Don't play tricks in the dark and ruin the atmosphere in the sect. You'll be mocked by the Ocean West Gate and the Dinghai Sect."
This was Yang Xianlong, the eldest disciple in charge of the daily affairs of the Ice God Sect. He was a Professional Fourth Pin Dan Stage expert in his fifties.
His brows were still furrowed, and he said worriedly, "Words don't mean anything …"
"Do you want me to sign a document? Since they said so 'in front of me', they definitely won't go back on their words before I can move. " He Yi shook his head. "Tell Lei Fang that if he can become a Physical Invulnerability expert, it'll be his. No one can take it away from him. If he can't, he can't get what's not his. In the martial arts sect, strength is the foundation of everything. We can squeeze one or two people away with connections and outside help, but we can't squeeze out everyone else."
"Yes, Master." Yang Xianlong lowered his head and answered. He turned and left the Ice Queen Pavilion.
He Yi stood in the cold room for a long time before he sighed.
…
The scenery in the Songtao Pavilion was great. When he opened the window on the second floor, he could see a sea of trees swaying in the wind.
"Don't go out tonight. Have a good rest. Tomorrow, after the formal apprenticeship ceremony, you can come to my place. I've got the visualization diagram of Zhu Rong Force." Geezer Shi carried the four bottles of original-proof spirits in his hands and then disappeared in a flash. He was enjoying himself happily.
"Zhu Rong Force?" Lou Cheng was excited and full of expectation.
Having been on the move all the way, his mind was a little tired. He laid on the bed and chatted with his little fairy, chatting idly with his classmates, and browsing the forums and Weibo at the same time. He was living a leisurely life, without the slightest intention of going out to make friends with his fellow disciples.
Half a day of leisure!
After eating the dinner sent by the servant, he took out the computer in his bag and planned to play games before the video chat with Yan Zheke.
Ke is a guest at someone's house.
"Who wants a game? If not, I'll ask later! "He sent a message in the university dormitory group and high school friend group.
Cai Xiaoming laughed. "When we were short of hands, you were either with Yan Zheke or in the Challenge Tournament. Now that you have nothing to do, you want to play games with us? Love is not something you can buy whenever you want! At least treat us to a seafood meal. Brother Cheng, Master Cheng, it's 600,000 yuan! "
"See this money? I bought a gift for Ke. Why should I treat you to a seafood meal? "Lou Cheng sent a picture of throwing money.
It was quite interesting to bicker with Casanova every day.
"Ugh! You're getting more and more disgusting. How dare you call yourself Ke. " Cai Zongming made a vomiting gesture. "And your fingers are getting more nimble and faster. It's boring to play with you …"
Of course it's boring to be abused all the time …
"I'm already controlling myself. I don't dare to use my full strength. Otherwise, the screen will be broken." Lou Cheng laughed with arms akimbo. "By the way, Casanova, how's your training during the summer vacation?"
"Haha, I'm invincible in our small city. Okay, I won't brag. I think it's not a problem to dominate our community. I think I've improved a lot. I think I'm at least of Amateur Second or Third Pin?" Cai Zongming answered with uncertainty.
While the two of them were chatting, Cai Zongming's dormitory mate, Qin Mo, the local rich second generation of Songcheng, appeared. "Perfect, perfect. Since both of you are here, vote for me. One phone number can give ten votes."
"What votes?" Lou Cheng asked casually.
"A selection. Vote for my Jingting!" Qin Mo sent a link. It was a vote for Mo Jingting in a music show.
"F * ck. Why didn't I see that a beast like you would chase after stars?" Every time they talked about this, Cai Zongming would make a sarcastic remark to show his true colors.
Qin Mo replied with a bleak expression, "Everyone has a white moonlight in their heart. I just happened to be hit by her."
"F * ck off. Jingting is mine!" Old Qiu also showed up and played the part.
Zhao Qiang, the Scholar, sighed helplessly. "It's the nth degree season again. We can only help a little."
Lou Cheng couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he saw everyone making a racket.
In the past, I quite liked Mo Jingting's TV shows and songs. But now, she doesn't seem to match her image at all. It's better to hear about her than to meet her in person!
Before he could say anything, Jiang Fei responded. They formed a team and started to play games.
When Yan Zheke returned home and turned on the computer, Lou Cheng pretended to be offline and tricked his teammates.
Just as he was enjoying the video chat, he suddenly received a message from "Martial Nephew Mo":
"Young Martial Uncle, isn't the scenery of the sect beautiful at night? O(∩_∩)O~”
Not beautiful! F * ck off! Lou Cheng complained in his heart. He put his phone aside and continued the video chat. He planned to reply when he was free. Then, he forgot about it.
…
On the second floor of Tingxuan Pavilion, a well-proportioned woman with shoulder-length straight hair was admiring the sea of pine trees at night.
"Senior Sister, why do you think master asked us to come here to watch the ceremony? Their elders are here. We can't do anything since we can't beat them. "A baby-faced young man came out of the room.
The woman with shoulder-length straight hair laughed. "Master's purpose is very simple. Since we're here and we're standing there, there's a comparison. Twenty-five-year-old High Rank and twenty-two-year-old Rank-6. This is the comparison.
"But that Lou Cheng reached Seventh Pin in one year. That's quite impressive." The baby-faced young man spread his hands helplessly and started to browse Weibo.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up when he saw a hot news.
"Xing Province Young Martial Artist Record, Four Heavenly Sons!"
And the one with the most likes below was:
"How can they be called Heavenly Sons? In my opinion, only Peng Leyun and Ren Li are in this generation! "
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