Pass through passers-by, blast the protagonist and villain

Together with the mystic.

There is no such thing as master and apprentice.

It is called the guide and the one who enter the way.

What Gu Teng said about accepting apprentices was actually just inserting the pole halfway, and forcibly used the master-student titles of Lingwu practitioners to get closer.

Even though Jiang Li worshiped Gu Teng as his teacher, in the eyes of his colleagues in the mystical world, his guide is still Xia Zhiwei.

Of course, for Jiang Li, the greatest benefit of worshiping a master is to take advantage of the situation.

When he arrived in Fengcheng, his master was Jin Taiyi, the dean of Lingwu.

After going to Wucheng, the master is Master Guteng, the dean of Lingwu.

Going for a walk around Leicheng, the master is Lei Ming, the dean of Lingwu Academy.

Yuncheng, Shacheng, and we all have masters, and they are all Dean Lingwu.

Who doesn't give face?

No way, there are too many masters.

as an apprentice.

No matter how many masters you worship.

Knocking his head to the ground, the master will be recognized.

To learn art from a teacher, you must respect the teacher and respect the way, and you must visit the door to honor the master for three festivals and two longevity.

The three festivals are the Spring Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, and Dragon Boat Festival, and the two birthdays are the birthdays of the master and his wife.

Jiang Li felt that he was quite busy.

Two birthdays are easy to do, after all, five old men don't have one birthday.

But the three quarters were all rushed together, but the master was in five cities, and he was at a loss.

Think about it or forget it, if the old lamps don't tell, I don't know.

At this moment, the four deans had calmed down, drinking tea from the tea mugs.

Inexplicably, there are more apprentices.

They were still a little uncomfortable for a while.

However, the elders are still very happy to accept a mystic apprentice.

A martial artist who is an apprentice of a mystic, not to mention Guangyao's lintel, really has a lot of face.

Like a bachelor coming out of a deep mountain.

Married a fat foreign girl.

Is there any reason not to envy other bachelors?

Rare things are valuable, and apprentices pay attention to uniqueness. Jiang Li is not only unique in the world of spiritual martial arts, but also unique in the world of secret arts.

What the masters still don't know is that only half of his qi and blood are converted into spiritual power, and the remaining half is more than that of spirit warriors of the same rank. He is an out-and-out dual cultivation of martial arts.

However, what the four old men don't know is even more clear.

They underestimated the wolfish ambition of a certain Jiang surnamed apprentice.

After Jiang Li kowtowed, he received a circle of gifts.

Master Gu Teng took off the golden pottery in his hand and gave it to him. This is a high-level magic weapon, as long as the mental power is sufficient, it can instantly cast the confinement spell.

Master Jin Taiyi gave him a high-level spiritual weapon, a black knife called Gale Blade.

Master Lei Ming gave him a high-level defensive weapon, the Thunder Armor.

Seeing that the other three were bleeding heavily, Yun Cangkong couldn't lag behind, so he took out a high-level spiritual weapon, a bright red umbrella called Tianluo Umbrella.

Jiang Li was holding a pile of presents, smiling from ear to ear.

The total value of the four high-level magic tools is far more than 3000 million, which is more than his net worth.

Jiang Li was happy, so he insisted on going back to pick up the car, and took the five masters to Shacheng Dihao Hotel for a meal.

Several deans also know.

This apprentice has two brushes, can refine liquid elixir, and made a fortune selling happy water.

But the old men had just finished their dinner, and they took it with filial piety, so they stopped eating.

Feng Hai saw that Jiang Li had plucked the wool of the four old fellows.

He was so happy that he almost laughed out loud, the old man was so poor that he didn't give Jiang Li any good things, except salted duck eggs, he gave him a hundred drops of spiritual liquid, an advanced exercise, and a set of advanced martial arts.

Now Jiang Li has achieved something.

His old man is also very pleased.

Feng Hai said with a smile: "To be honest, Jiang Li is also my apprentice."

"Oh, what a shame!"

Lei Ming finally seized the opportunity to hurt Feng Hai: "I saw a bad old man on TV before, saying that he accepted the golden double pride as a disciple of the closed door. You closed and opened the broken door, opened and closed, leaking air."

"Who doesn't say it? At such an advanced age, there is no one to tell the truth."

"Shame on my ancestors!"

"Jiang Li, you can't learn from this old guy. Stay away from him when you have nothing to do. Some time ago, the old man saw you squatting under a tree root and sucking salted duck eggs. At that time, the old man was still thinking, why didn't this kid learn well? Now Got it, I didn't follow the right master..."

The other three deans also spoke out to beat the dog in the water.

Feng Hai became angry from embarrassment, and cursed: "Too much bullying!"

Then there was a gap in the space in the office, and the cold wind and heavy snow blew in.

Feng Hai teleported, throwing the four old men into the blizzard across the space.

"Eat ice cubes, you four veterans!"

The four deans ran back with dumbfounded faces

The heartless Jiang Li was beside him, laughing non-stop.

"Four masters, bring back some frozen fish!"

Feng Hai waved his hand to close the space crack.

"There's definitely no frozen fish. You can pick up a few penguins that are hard." Feng Hai said while picking up a pipe to load tobacco.

"Don't be complacent, you kid. The four of them accept you as an apprentice. Maybe there's something wrong with it."

"Hurry up tomorrow and resign the four masters you picked up."

Jiang Li smiled and leaned over, holding a lighter to light a cigarette for the master.

"According to me, the more masters the better." Jiang Li patted the gifts on the table: "I sold happy water for a month, and I only earned 2000 million yuan. I recognized four masters, and I earned more than 3000 million yuan. "

Feng Hai glared at him: "The guy who only cares about profit, really thinks you are the only smart one in the world, and other people's things are so easy to get?"

"Tell you many times, don't be short-sighted, if you don't give you some benefits, I will treat you sincerely."

Jiang Li graciously pinched Feng Hai's shoulders, and said, "The child has been afraid of being poor since childhood, and his nature is hard to change."

"By the way, master, I bought a car, and I will take you for a ride another day."

Feng Hai sucked on his pipe and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Instead, the old man took out a simple wooden box from the ring.

"If you change your job to become a mystic, the master will have nothing to teach you in the future."

"Send you a big gift!"

With that said, Feng Hai opened the wooden box.

Inside the wooden box lies a book with a metal cover. The overall color of the book is bronze, which looks very old.

Jiang Li stretched his neck to look carefully. On the metal book was written "The Twelve Forbidden Curses of the Iron and Blood Code".

Feng Haidao: "This is left by my grandfather, the family heirloom of the Feng family. Old man, I have no sons and no daughters. After the incense burner was cut off, I was thinking that I would not be able to pass it on. I wanted to donate it to the Temple of Secret Art."

"Fortunately, your kid appeared, and it happened to be passed on to you. The inheritance of the Feng family can also be regarded as successors."

After finishing speaking, Feng Hai added: "God-level secret technique, the inheritance of the iron-blooded god."

"Ah?" Jiang Li was shocked: "Is there really an iron-blooded god?"

Feng Hai said: "Of course, there is an ancestor of our Feng family who once fought side by side with the Iron and Blood God. The Iron and Blood God taught him this set of god-level mystic techniques. Later, the Feng family did not have any more mystic masters, so they stopped until my grandfather turned to me. After becoming a mystic, I took it out again."

"God-level secret technique..."

Jiang Li took the metal book in his hand and stroked it carefully: "This thing is very valuable."