poor family prodigal

Mo Qingyi and Wang Yuan quickly left this desolate forest.

Wang Yuan originally thought he was going to some hidden place.

But this time, we arrived at a mountain gate.

From a distance, this place looks like a cottage, with a huge plaque with three words written on it.

God stick door!

Wang Yuan was stunned for a moment. If he hadn't known that he was here to learn stick skills, he would have thought that he was coming to a fortune teller's territory!

"Is it here?"

Wang Yuan blinked and asked.

Hearing this, Mo Qingyi nodded, and then said: "Although this place is so dilapidated, the Shengun Sect was once one of the sects in Tianwaitian. Their stick skills are unique in the world and are very extraordinary."

"But their sect leader... is already a useless person, and their stick skills are slowly being lost. In this generation, there are almost no people who can join their magic stick sect."

"So, the sect master told me that if he brings someone with extraordinary talents, he will help with all his resources and teach his secrets."

After Mo Qingyi finished speaking, Wang Yuan finally understood.

But, a loser?

How do you teach yourself to practice stick technique?

"Brother Qingyi, you say he is a useless person? This..."

Mo Qingyi immediately understood what Wang Yuan meant and said quickly: "He's not the cripple you imagined, but...his Dantian was crippled, and his strength has fallen to the level of a small star. It's insignificant, and it's not even as good as Tianwaitian's inner strength." It’s not an exaggeration to say that this disciple is a useless person.”

"At least, that's what he said himself."

Mo Qingyi's words made Wang Yuan understand.

At the level of a small star, if you are not good enough, others are naturally qualified to teach you.

"Come on, come in."

With that said, Mo Qingyi led Wang Yuan directly into the magic stick door.

As Mo Qingyi said, there really aren't many people here.

It looks like it would be nice to have more than twenty people.

It’s not even as good as Hongye’s mountain top!

Soon, they arrived at the village without any obstacles. As soon as they entered, they heard a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha, Lao Mo, you are indeed here."

While he was talking, Wang Yuan saw a little old man with a stooped body. He was lean and lean and looked a bit wretched.

Especially those two mustaches, which really magnified this wretchedness countless times.

"Oh, is this the talented young man you were talking about?"

"Let me see……"

"Hmm... Not bad, not bad. There is shrewdness in his eyes. If you are not a smart person, you can't learn my stick skills, okay! He is very good, it's just him!"

"I like!"

The little old man spoke directly, confusing Wang Yuan.

Does this show that you are smart at first glance?

How did this guy figure it out?

"Hahaha, old stick, I followed your request and helped you find a young man with good talent. In one month, you can teach him and pass on your stick skills to him."

"Don't worry, he will pass on the mantle of your Divine Stick Sect to you in the future."

Mo Qingyi spoke directly without any intention of asking Wang Yuan. Wang Yuan was a little surprised when he said such words.

He doesn't have much interest in inheriting any sect. All he wants to do is rescue Qianlong.

"Hahaha, it doesn't matter if the sect's inheritance is there or not, but boy, you have to promise me that if you find a suitable boy in the future, you have to pass on the stick skills I teach you. Do you understand?"

The old stick looked at Wang Yuan and said directly.

"Senior, don't worry, junior will do it."

Wang Yuan did not refuse. One day, he would naturally have to teach it to others.

"Okay, young man, looking at you, you're ready."

"Here, put this armor on."

With that said, the old stick threw a package directly to Wang Yuan.

Wang Yuan didn't think much about it. After his subconscious opened, he was stunned for a moment.

This is indeed armor!

It’s just this armor, why is it so weird!

There is an iron helmet and there are iron trousers.

Other than that, nothing else?

"Is this...is this armor?"

Wang Yuan looked puzzled. As soon as he said these words, the old man suddenly laughed.

"Of course, this is armor. How about it? This armor is pretty good, isn't it?"

"Come on, young man, put it on quickly to avoid injury, and don't ask why."

The old stick chuckled, leaving Wang Yuan speechless.

But after thinking about it, I still wore it.

Not to mention, these iron pants are really close-fitting and not as uncomfortable as expected.

The same goes for the helmet, and it fits well.

Later, the old stick took out two sticks that looked hard but were actually made of cotton and linen.

Inside this stick, there is only a stick as thick as a finger.

The rest of the outside is made of cotton and linen, and it doesn't hurt much if it hits the body.

"I'm going to teach you this, come and put it away."

The old stick threw one to Wang Yuan and took one himself.

Then, he led Wang Yuan outside.

"Young man, you have reached a moderate level of success, which is not bad."

"I suppress my cultivation and use my slightly accomplished state to deal with you."

"You have to be careful!"

"Old stick, my stick skills are the best in the world!"

After the old stick finished speaking, he hit Wang Yuan directly.

Wang Yuan didn't think much about it. Maybe he was practicing this stick technique for himself?

but……

After the fight, Wang Yuan was stunned!

This old guy, instead of teaching himself stick skills, he is clearly teaching himself how to act like a gangster!

He finally understood why he wore these iron pants!

There was no other place for his stick, it was all heading towards his crotch.

That's called being tricky, that's called being vulgar!

"Hahaha, how's it going, young man? I'm a pretty good stickman, right?"

"Young man, there are too many stick techniques in this world, but this stick technique is rare in the world!"

"What is the most vulnerable position of a person? One is the head on top, and the other is the crotch below."

"The head is not easy to hit, so we mainly hit the crotch."

"Our Shengun Sect has been passed down for so many years. Various offensive lines can be very mature. We have already had a set of perfect moves."

The old stick explained while attacking.

Wang Yuan was really convinced. He had been on defense all the time, and even clamped his legs tightly, but the old stick's stick was like a loach, unpredictable!

Therefore, in just a few minutes, his crotch was hit at least a hundred times.

If he really made a move, I'm afraid his eggs would have been smashed by now!

At this time, Wang Yuan also understood what the methods of this magic stick sect were!

And why does this so-called sect master look so wretched!

He specializes in doing such wretched things, so of course he does it out of his heart!