Chapter 29 Grandmaster Qin Long
Qinlong Martial Arts School, fifth floor
The door was pushed open and a tall and graceful figure walked in.

"Teacher, I'm here to see you."

"Xiao Yue is here. How did your school do in the mock exam this time?"

From behind a huge screen, an old and laughing voice was heard.

"We are playing stably and are still number one."

The girl took off her hat casually, and her soft black hair fell on her shoulders. If Qi Sui was here, he would definitely be surprised to recognize that this girl was none other than Gu Xiyue, the lonely, low-key and transparent girl in the class.

But at this moment, Gu Xiyue was dressed differently from the rustic style she wore in school.

She wore a purple tight-fitting sweater on the upper body, which outlined her slightly bulging round curves, and tight wide-leg denim trousers on the lower body, showing her beautiful legs long and straight.

The bangs that cover the eyebrows are parted to the sides, the thick pink frames are removed, and various digital symbols are jumping on the mirror surface.

These are not ordinary myopia glasses, but the most advanced smart products from technology companies.

Bathed in the afternoon sun, her already beautiful face was shrouded in a halo, and her whole body looked like a blooming cherry blossom, fresh and lively.

"That's right. With your IQ, Xiaoyue, taking this kind of high school exam is a bit of a bully."

The old man burst out laughing.

He stood up from his seat and revealed his true face.

The old man's hair is gray, but still combed neatly. His face is full of traces of the severity of time and hardships. His deep eyes seem to be able to penetrate the worldly world and look directly into the soul.

Just simply standing there, you have a sense of being in harmony with the heaven and earth, just like a tall and unyielding pine tree.

It inspires peace and reverence.

His name is Qin Long and he is the owner of Qin Long Martial Arts School. At his peak, he possessed strength that was close to being extraordinary.

Although he is now old and has injuries, he still has the level of a master.

"Xiaoyue, come over here, I'll show you an interesting little guy."

Qin Long pointed to a corner of the screen and said with a smile: "This little guy has a great talent in martial arts."

Come to think of it, it was He Jing'an who mentioned Qi Sui in front of him twenty days ago, which brought Qi Sui into his sight. Otherwise, with his level of cultivation, it would be difficult for him to notice a little guy who was not even a martial artist.

The scene on the screen showed Qi Sui fighting with Duan Peng, an outer disciple of the martial arts school.

"To be called a talented person by the teacher, I think I must be very impressive."

Gu Xiyue's eyes fell on the wolf-faced mask, and she felt that the figure of this person was somewhat familiar. "How can a true genius emerge from a small place like our Qinhai City? Judging from the strength he has shown, it is only the third stage, and at most he can reach the fourth stage."

"Xiao Yue, do you know that he only reached the second stage of strength ten days ago?"

Qin Long smiled and shook his head.

Qi Sui's current strength is indeed quite good, and it is no problem for him to be admitted to the four top martial arts universities in Xia Country.

But who is Qin Long?

He has been active in the martial arts world of Xia country for nearly a hundred years, and he has seen all kinds of gifted people. There are those who are born with supernatural powers. Even if they don't practice, by the time they reach the age of eighteen, they will naturally have the strength of more than the fifth level of martial arts.

There are also those who have extremely fast nerve reactions. If they really fight, they can surpass several levels without being at a disadvantage.

Compared with those people, Qi Sui was just barely worthy of attention.

However, the speed at which he improved his martial arts could be described as terrifying. Even with Qin Long's experience, he could be ranked among the top of thousands of talented martial artists.

"As for his growth rate, it's actually a bit faster than yours back then."

"Teacher, the martial arts I practice progressed slowly in the early stages, but as time goes on, I can make more and more progress." Gu Xiyue stared at Qi Sui's fist and kick techniques on the screen with clear eyes, and said softly: "Besides, the speed of martial arts improvement is not the whole of a martial artist's talent."

"Just like the story of Zhongyong in ancient Chinese literature, there are many martial arts students who can show great talent in the early stages of their training and successfully enter excellent martial arts universities. However, they lack potential in the future and find it difficult to make any further progress. They can only be mediocre and lose themselves to the crowd."

Qin Long smiled.

The girl's words were true, but most of those "Zhongyong" version warriors were too eager for quick results in their early training, which caused serious damage to their bodies.

Qi Sui on the screen was like a walking furnace of flesh, full of life essence, without any signs of lack of stamina. "Come to think of it, this little guy's identity is quite interesting, and he has quite a connection with you, Xiaoyue."

"Hmm? Teacher, do I know him?"

Gu Xiyue looked over with some confusion in her eyes: "What's his name?"

"You can't tell me. You can't tell me. Keeping secrets for martial artists is the principle of our martial arts school."

Qin Long tapped the table with his thick knuckles, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Come to think of it, I haven't studied your martial arts for a long time. Go and have a fight with that little guy. You are much stronger than him, so don't use your skills."

"Good teacher."

Gu Xiyue walked out the door with her long legs. Before leaving, she suddenly stopped and asked curiously, "Teacher, you care so much about him, are you thinking of taking him in as a disciple again?"

The disciples accepted here are not outer disciples like Duan Peng, but real core disciples.

You can practice the secret methods of your faction and inherit the lifelong teachings of a great master.

"Take in a disciple..."

Qin Long's knuckles that were tapping the table stopped in mid-air.

His eyes flickered as he looked to the right side of the table.

There was a photo frame quietly placed there.

Qin Long in the photo has no white hair yet. He is wearing a red and black martial arts robe and sitting in the middle with a smile on his face.

In his arms in front of him was a young little girl, also wearing a red and black martial arts uniform. However, despite her young age, her face was cold and expressionless as she looked at the camera.

Behind Qin Long on the left stood a tall, muscular middle-aged man with a square face, arrogant eyes, and connected eyebrows. He was wearing a red and black martial arts uniform, like a great sage holding up the sky.

As for the right side at the back, a human figure outline was artificially cut out, leaving only empty black.

"Ugh--"

……

boom!
Qi Sui's kick was like a whip, hitting Duan Peng's arms hard as he tried to raise them for defense.

Muscles tingle and bones ache.

He staggered a few steps and finally sat down on the ring.

"Brother Duan, remember to give a five-star review."

"Okay, wait until I recover, and then we'll fight again. I will definitely defeat you!"

Duan Peng struggled to get up from the ground, his face full of stubbornness and defiance. He was determined to go back and practice hard and get his revenge.

Qi Sui's expression remained calm and he didn't take the other person's words to heart at all.

To put it in a very pretentious way.

An enemy defeated by me will never be considered as my opponent. I will give you time to catch up until you are out of sight.

"Profession [Martial Arts Student] Experience +28..."

Qi Sui muttered in his heart: The more experience I gain, the less it gets. This is so boring.

Just then, another reminder popped up on the phone.

"Hello Yingfeng Xiongba Tianxia, ​​my ID is Yuexia Duxing and I am sending you an invitation to practice with you. Do you want to accept?"

Ok?
He hasn't made a choice yet.

An agile figure leaped down from a high floor and landed suddenly in front of Qi Sui. His soft black hair was tied behind his neck and his face was covered by a white fox mask. Only a pair of light pink eyes full of coldness could be seen.

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(End of this chapter)