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"Oh? Elder Rong Yi seems to have something to say? " The tyrannical old man said with a smile as he looked at Rong Yi.

He was not worried at all that he would lose to Rong Yi.

In terms of resources, his skill and skills were also inferior to his knife skills. In terms of his master's cultivation, even fusing could not compare to him. If Ling Yan wasn't a fool, then he should know how to choose.

Rong Yi's chest heaved slightly as he subconsciously clenched his fists. The expression in his eyes was filled with uncertainty.

He knew what it meant for a martial artist to have a promise from a domineering saber old man. It was not easy to get a hold of this seed, but he did not want to give up. Could it be that by displaying his true strength, he would be able to let Ling Yan know that following him was a realm that others could not touch?

As he thought of this, Rong Yi immediately gave up. This won't do. If he let those people from the Crimson Sky Sect know that he wasn't dead, they would definitely personally come out.

He had been hiding in the Crimson Nimbus Martial School for so long because he wanted to find an outstanding disciple to inherit his legacy so that this disciple could help him fulfill his wish.

He absolutely could not reveal his true strength before his great vengeance was avenged.

Physics had always been one of the lowest levels of resources available. If Rong Yi were to bring up a condition that matched that of a domineering blade master, it might arouse the suspicion of others.

He was not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. If he had to be extremely careful, then this road would no longer be possible.

With this, there was only one last path left. If Ling Yan had any feelings of camaraderie —

Linyi's eyes flickered. This was the only option left to him, and he immediately prepared to send a sound transmission.

At this moment, perhaps because Rong Yi had not spoken for a long time, Ling Yan shrugged his shoulders and directly opened his mouth.

"I choose — medical!"

"Mmm mmm mmm, my good disciple, you're still not called master …" Hm? Ling Yan, what did you say just now? " Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong, as if he had misheard something. Ling Yan seems to be referring to physical fitness?

"Saber Elder, thank you for your love, but I'm sorry, disciple still likes to train in the body, so I chose the body." Ling Yan bowed apologetically to the domineering old man.

At that time, the saber-wielding elder was already capable of it.

Not only was the Saber Arts Tyrant Elder stupefied, everyone present was also stupefied.

Could this Ling Yan have gone mad? If he did not choose such good conditions, he would be choosing the worst physique in every aspect?

Initially, he had already treated Ling Yan as a great enemy within his generation, and was prepared to train hard to challenge Ling Yan in the future and defeat him. But now, it seems that before long, he would be able to defeat Ling Yan.

He was truly worthy of being called the god of willpower, firm in his conviction, bravely advancing in his own direction, fearless of danger, cutting through thorns and thorns, completely unbewitched by the external world. Ouyang Yaojuan's beauty had no effect on Ling Yan, and the rich resources of Sabresmanship had no effect on Ling Yan.

"Master, please receive this disciple's respect."

Ling Yan came in front of Rong Yi and respectfully bowed.

"Ah, ah?" Rong Yi's body shook, he had finally reacted. Seeing Ling Yan bowing to him, Rong Yi's eyebrows immediately relaxed, and he hurriedly supported Ling Yan, laughing loudly, "Good, good! Disciple need not be so courteous, hahaha! "

The saber-related domineering elder looked deeply at Ling Yan, and with a flick of his sleeve, he arrived in front of the new disciples of the sabre arts department. He coldly said, "Let's go!" and took the lead to leave with the new disciples of the sabre arts department.

Ouyang Yaojuan glanced at Ling Yan as well, his cold gaze making it impossible to see his expression. His body moved as he floated away.

At this point, the Elders of the other subjects had also left with their new disciples.

Rong Yi looked at Ling Yan, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became. He rubbed his chin, and said with a sonorous voice, "Xiao Yanzi, do you know who this old man is?"

Little Yanzi?