It’s no secret that cultivators can live and have secret methods to maintain their skin. Generally, people are over a few dozen years old during the foundation building period.

"Very good, then continue to wait for you to choose your opponent."

Jia Yan waved generously.

Jia Yan's subordinates here sighed bitterly.

Boss, your own strength does not mean that we are also strong. We don't mention that we have to deal with the masters of these martial arts, and even the right to choose people is given to the other party. Isn't this asking ourselves and others to die?

To be generous to others is too much.

Jia Yan never considered the thoughts of the descendants of this group of black believers.

In other words, buying them by yourself is already a huge favor, and this favor may change their lives.

Given this kind of favor, if Jia Yan is required to consider whether their hearts are willing or not, I am afraid that his thing will not be done.

"I pick this friend."

The strong man who came up first didn't take advantage of others too much.

Instead, he chose a middle-aged man who looked more powerful among the descendants of the black believers.

Although the man was not a strong man, he was also muscular. He was probably doing hard work before he became Jia Yan's subordinate.

As long as the descendants of black believers are male, they will do hard labor, so they have a brush in their power.

In other words, Jia Yan thinks that the descendants of the black believers he bought have more potential than the girls in the castle.

The girl’s family, even in the temple, have suffered a lot, but few are engaged in hard labor.

"Okay, I'll leave it alone."

The middle-aged man was also a little silent.

He is strong to strong, but the strong in his heart who fears ordinary people are even more nervous.

"Do you also use fists? To tell you the truth, during the foundation I used, even if the magic weapon flying sword was not used, this wooden sword is enough to cut iron like mud."

The brawny man who went to fight flew to his side with a finger pointing.

Although it is a wooden sword, it looks like a real sword.

The middle-aged man's face changed.

He also wanted to use weapons, but within this week, Jia Yan hadn't taught them weapons, and didn't have time.

And if weapons are used, I am afraid their combat effectiveness will weaken instead.

"I don't use it."

After thinking about it, the middle-aged man shook his head.

"Arrogant."

The strong man's face was hard to look, thinking that the other party looked down on himself.

So after the elder referee on the sidelines began to fight, the brawny man urged the wooden sword to stab the middle-aged man.

"Isn't it as fast as you think?"

The middle-aged man subconsciously closed his eyes and waited for death, but after blinking and opening his eyes, he found that Jianfeng had just arrived in front of him.

He thought of something, and quickly set foot on the footwork Jia Yan had taught him.

In an instant, he really avoided it.

what?

The brawny man in the foundation-building period only felt stunned.

Is this really an ordinary person who only taught for a week?

This footwork is quite common, but his speed...

"The power of black is too weird!"

"What level of power is this!"

The brawny man used his sword again, and his sword was like a life-threatening assassin who accompanied the shadow, chasing and killing the middle-aged man from time to time.

But the middle-aged man kept repeating, just three steps, because Jia Yan only taught him three steps.

"Your moves are already old, watch my sword solve you."

The burly man's face changed wildly, and while he saw through the middle-aged man's evasion method, he stabbed at the empty door.

However, he saw the middle-aged man raise his fist and smashed towards Jianfeng.

On the surface of his fist, a yin and yang force that only belonged to the positive and negative exploded.

boom.

After the confrontation between the two sides, it was the brawny man who retreated violently.

There was a little blood on the fist of the middle-aged man, and he took two steps back.

But the brawny man with the weapon took seven steps back.

"We lose this game."

Jia Yan looked at the blood on the middle-aged man's fist from the sidelines and said indifferently.

"This... I was repelled by his fists, so I should have lost."

The brawny man blushed and apologized to Jia Yan.

He believes that he took the weapon and was repelled, and that the weapon only left a little blood on the middle-aged man's fist. He was afraid that he had just broken his skin and was not hurt at all, so he was the one who lost.

"I said I lost, then I lost, you don't need to say more."

Jia Yan drank coldly, causing everyone present to shrink their necks.

The power in this shout is like a volcanic eruption. Whoever yells directly at the shout is probably the result of serious injuries.

"This is considered a loss by Senior, but Senior, the master of his subordinates, really makes people's eyes bright. Both boxing and footwork are outstanding. It is hard to believe that he will be a one-week training."

The middle-aged man who retreated to Jia Yan was stunned by the praise.

He doesn't think he is strong.

The fight just now was just because the strength arrived, and he instinctively felt the way to avoid the fight.

What he went back and forth was only the most practical tricks taught by Jia Yan.

If he continues to fight, he is afraid that he will lose, which is uglier than a broken fist.

"Sorry, my lord, I lost."

The man bowed to Jia Yan nervously, as if he wanted to accept the crime.

But Jia Yan didn't get angry with him or anything.

"If you lose, you lose. I am here not to ask you to win, but if anyone can win but doesn't, there will be heavy penalties going back."

"Yes!"

Everyone behind him quickly promised.

And the look in all of them seemed to be faintly radiant.

After all, before the middle-aged men, no one thought they could really compete with the masters of the martial arts.

But with the middle-aged man Zhuyu in front, these people finally have courage and confidence.

The middle-aged man seems to be relatively strong, but within this week, everyone recognizes that he is just a middle-class man.

Even he can play well with the master of the foundation-building period. As long as the rest of the people absorb their experience, the results will be even more brilliant.

These people are right.

"I pick this brother."

When the second female Ji-Zhu disciple on the field selected a male teenager who seemed to be thin but was actually the top five among the 22, the strength of the battle broke out.

Shoo.

The lancet of the female base-building disciple was tumbling and flying in the air, but this young man dodges again and again, like a butterfly, dodge all attacks.

Then he returned with a punch, and the female foundation builder shed blood in the air and flew upside down to the people of the Wutian faction.

Those who connected could not help vomiting blood.

"Offended, these subordinates have only been training for a week, and the severity of their shots is unknown."

Jia Yan looked at the female disciple indifferently, waved out energy, and healed her injury.

"This……"

The master of Wutian and the elders looked at each other.

Still talking about cultivation for a week?

Who believes it.

If it is said that disciples who cultivate a Qi-refining period in a week, they believe, even if they don't seem to have witnessed it with their own eyes, but there are legends of such geniuses in the world of cultivation.

Can a group of masters in the base-building phase be produced in a week?

No one can believe this.

During the foundation building period, they were already considered masters in the world of immortality.

It's not a master at all, but a bad street if you just train in teams and teams casually.

Therefore, Wu Tianmen went up and down, thinking that Jia Yan was deliberately pretending to be funny.

You said you want to find out about our Wutian faction, just want to see the jokes I am waiting for, but we can't beat you, just come directly.

It's a matter of circumstance, and letting such a subordinate come down to trouble us.

These people all sneered at Jia Yan's actions.

Of course, no one dares to say on the surface.

On the contrary, we must praise Jia Yan's so-called "subordinates trained in a week".

"I... pick this one."

Another disciple came on stage and picked an elderly man.

This old man is probably in his 50s or 60s, because of his many years of work and lack of maintenance, he looks like he is in his 70s or 80s.

Because of Jia Yan's cultivation method, his muscles and bones have become rejuvenated, but his age looks like he has died soon.

Such a character, a base-building period can always be beaten.

But things backfired.

Pyridine——

The old man actually took out a short stick, and with one stick he blocked the wooden sword that the opponent had split, and then stabbed his finger into the waist of the master of the foundation construction stage, causing the opponent to scream in pain.

"This... this time, you won again."

"Well, it seems that someone has learned how to fight..."

Jia Yan's face is also a bit ugly.

Didn’t I just say that no one would use weapons on my side? How did this old man use a stick?

And make a move...

It seems a bit overcast?

"Puff puff……"

Suddenly, he heard an uncontrollable laugh from his feet, looked down, and suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that it was Edissa who laughed.

He just remembered that he was asking Edissa to teach these subordinates.

It turned out that it was this little devil who taught the old man such a shameful play?

"Edisa, how do you teach them such fighting skills?" Jia Yan frowned and asked.

"Hehehe, because this kind of move progresses faster, isn't Edissa very good?"

Edissa almost laughed in tears, and responded with a grin.

"No chaos next time." Jia Yan didn't respond positively, just shook his head lightly.

"Okay, Edissa doesn't teach me the wrong way, Edissa teaches seriously." Edissa nodded, hopping around with happy songs, and went to all the descendants of the black believers behind, whispering something.

Jia Yan's eyelids jumped wildly, always feeling that this little guy is not doing good things.

Why, recently, Edissa, the bear child is getting skinny.

I had known that I would not bring her here, which was a hindrance.

"In the next battle, I will pick this friend."

The one who jumped onto the stage was a fat-headed man with big ears. He looked at the descendants of the black believers here for a long time, and recently hesitantly picked an ordinary boy.

Jia Yan shook his head.

The fat-eared man was lucky. It seemed that he didn't pick his head, but he picked the only weakest one among the two dozen people.

The descendants of this group of black believers, although each has been promoted to the level of strength, but the promotion is the slowest among them, and it is the boy in front of Jia Yan who is considered the weakest.

Sure enough, after the fat-eared master slapped a few strokes with the palm of his flesh, the boy couldn't resist it and fell to the ground with a slap, looking dizzy.

"This time you won."

"It's the predecessor who gave me moderation."

The fat-eared man quickly accused him: "How offended."

He stepped down happily, and this victory gave the Wutian faction some self-confidence among the people present.

Because the previous battles were too treacherous, the people present were already afraid of the descendants of the black believers.

Mystery is often daunting.

But this swift victory regained their confidence.

It's just that the next battle is not going to continue to win as they wish.

The weakest man can perform many tricks under the hands of master builders, not to mention the stronger ones.

The descendants of black believers also become more confident as they fight.

They realized their strength.

Therefore, the Wutian faction found that it was extremely difficult to win another game.

In the end, after ten challenges between the two sides, the people from Jia Yanling won the final victory with an absolute advantage of 7 to 3.

"It really deserves to be the sect of seniors, the combat power is extraordinary."

"It's good for you to think so, so that it will be convenient for us to discuss the next cooperation matters."

"Cooperation?"

Jia Yan and the convincing Wutian sect master continued to discuss matters.

I don't want to be right at this moment... [A few hundred words, the original version will be refreshed in half an hour] Years of labor and lack of maintenance make him look like he is 70 or 80 years old.

Because of Jia Yan's cultivation method, his muscles and bones have become rejuvenated, but his age looks like he has died soon.

Such a character, a base-building period can always be beaten.

But things backfired.

Pyridine——

The old man actually took out a short stick, and with one stick he blocked the wooden sword that the opponent had split, and then stabbed his finger into the waist of the master of the foundation construction stage, causing the opponent to scream in pain.

"This... this time, you won again."

"Well, it seems that someone has learned how to fight..."

Jia Yan's face is also a bit ugly.

Didn’t I just say that no one would use weapons on my side? How did this old man use a stick?

And make a move...

It seems a bit overcast?

"Puff puff……"

Suddenly, he heard an uncontrollable laugh from his feet, looked down, and suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that it was Edissa who laughed.

He just remembered that he was asking Edissa to teach these subordinates.

It turned out that it was this little devil who taught the old man such a shameful play?

"Edisa, how do you teach them such fighting skills?" Jia Yan frowned and asked.

"Hehehe, because this kind of move progresses faster, isn't Edissa very good?"

Edissa almost laughed in tears, and responded with a grin.

"No chaos next time." Jia Yan didn't respond positively, but shook his head lightly.

"Okay, Edissa doesn't teach me wrongly, Edissa teaches seriously." Edissa nodded, hopping around with happy songs, and went to all the descendants of the black believers behind, whispering something.

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