Several holy masters were so unkempt, in front of all the disciples, they didn't care about the seriousness and steadiness that a holy master should have, and directly grabbed people.

The disciples listened to the words below, and they also had different expressions and expressions.

"Fa Sheng, you kid is too unkind, didn't you tell me earlier that there is such a powerful disciple?

The sword saint raised his eyebrows, he had always been injured and healed by the medical saint, and it was not good to be angry with the medical saint, so he could only point the finger at the law saint and criticize and educate.

Fa Sheng directly chose to ignore this guy's brazenness, there were nine of them, and they just looked for him, but now they blame me. You say that people die every day in this world, why don't you kill him?

His mind moved, and he looked at the soldier saint on the side, "Veteran, you still don't make a move?" The physique that dared to resist the flames just now was unique, and it should be rare in the world. You must know that he is only at the peak of the Yan Qi Realm now, if he goes any further, how can the True Dragon Body be hopeless? If you don't make a move now, how long will you stay?"

Bing Sheng's heart moved, a drop of blood suddenly appeared on his fingertips, and a strange roar drummed in this heaven and earth, and everyone's eyes were attracted, only to feel that the blood contained a subduing coercion, and at the same time, there was also a different kind of magic that affected the heart.

Dragon's blood! And it's dragon's essence blood!

Just one drop is all it takes!

Since the Bing Sheng hunted Jiaolong, I don't know how many disciples he has attracted with Jiaolong's precious blood, but there are only ten drops of Jiaolong's essence blood, and one drop is missing with one drop, and it is said that there are only three drops of Jiaolong's essence blood left.

But whoever can get it is a stunningly talented character, who runs rampant in the Shogunate Mansion with a horizontal training body.

Xu An didn't need to be introduced by others, but he could also appreciate the terrifying energy contained in that drop of essence blood.

Although Bing Sheng did not speak, just this move was like throwing an olive branch to Xu An.

"Holy Master's move, isn't he trying to tempt Senior Brother Xu An with the essence blood of the dragon?" a young man understood and spoke.

The man on the side hurriedly blocked his mouth, hating iron and steel: "How can this be called temptation? This is a reward for being a disciple of the Holy Master, and it is the matter of the Holy Master when the Holy Master wants to award it, what are you fooling about?"

The young man hurriedly silenced him, crossed his fingers and whispered: "If it doesn't include the Holy Master, there are already five Holy Masters who want Senior Brother Xu An to become his disciple, all of them are monks, why is Senior Brother Xu An not selected by the Holy Master, but he chooses the Holy Master, this is too incredible, right?"

There was a hint of envy in the man's eyes, and he said earnestly: "This is the preferential treatment above the genius, if you have the ability of Senior Brother Xu An, you can also be treated like a holy master." ”

When the young man heard this, he turned his head to look at Xu An, who was calm and composed, with a look of longing in his eyes.

Xu An put away the knife and stood up, not knowing why Brother Dao was named the demon knife, and judging from the performance of the rest of the holy masters, he didn't seem to care about the knife in his hand.

This made him a little puzzled by the previous instructions of the Fa Sheng, but seeing that the Holy Masters seemed to have conflicts because of themselves, he didn't think about these things.

How did he know that among the nine holy masters, it was the most normal to belong to the Law Saint, the concept was like this, the demon knife would bring ominous and trouble, he naturally advised Xu An to use it sparingly, and the rest of the holy masters did not care about these at all, there is no good or bad weapon in any weapon, as long as you can, as long as you have it.

Seeing that the sword saint's voice was getting louder and louder, and he was about to make a move, Xu An hurriedly owed a debt and stepped forward.

The rest of the disciples are watching the play, and he has to intervene in this wave of teams no matter what.

"Holy Master. ”

As soon as he spoke, the audience fell completely silent, and the Sword Saint sat upright, his waist straight, and made a gesture of deference.

The medical saint hurriedly walked to the seat and sat down with the medicine box in his hand.

Fa Sheng frowned, not knowing what was going on in his head.

The Sword Saint looked very sorry, and the Soldier Saint put away the dragon essence blood and smiled all over his face.

Only the book is light and light, and his mind has never wavered from beginning to end.

Xu An glanced at it secretly, lowered his head again, and continued: "Xu An, the son of Prime Minister Xu, has seen all the holy masters. ”

This is to brush over what happened just now, start the assessment again, and take the initiative to introduce himself.

Fa Sheng was about to speak, and found that his right to speak had been robbed, but he was not a little sad, but a little happy.

"Which Saint Master do you want to choose for today's assessment?"

It was the chess master who had been silent all the time who spoke, and he opened his mouth casually, which made the five saint masters feel that the situation was critical.

This old guy is going to make a move, it's not good!

Xu An raised his head, looked at the nine holy masters in front of him, and suddenly spoke: "I know that I am a little overwhelmed to say this, but I am here, I feel that I can prove myself." ”

His mind was calm, and his voice was loud, "I want the nine Holy Masters to teach me skills. ”

As soon as the words fell, the audience was silent!

Everyone didn't know what kind of eyes to look at Xu An who was standing in the field, they only felt that he was crazy enough to say such an absurd and bizarre request.

With the approval of all the holy teachers, it should be a blessing and should be cherished, so why is it so not cherished, and saying such words is a ritual?

Besides, how can a person cultivate so many abilities at the same time, doesn't he know the truth that one mind cannot be used for two purposes?

No one understood Xu An's approach, and they couldn't agree with Xu An's original intention of saying this, even Li Yue was full of puzzlement at the moment, and wanted to persuade her, but stopped her pace.

She always felt that Xu An was not such an indiscriminate person, and there was naturally a reason for him to do so.

There was a lot of gossip in the wind, and Xu Zhen turned a deaf ear, he had already expected that this would be the result, and even the favorability value was lost a lot, but he knew that it was only temporary, and he would always come back.

The holy masters glanced at each other, but they didn't refuse Xu An directly, but there were some doubts in their eyes.

Qin Sheng was the first to speak, "Leave nothing else, since you want us to teach you skills, you have to show enough talent." ”

Xu An nodded, "That's natural, if the holy masters can't be sure of me, then I naturally don't have the right to make these requests." ”

The painting saint then asked, "In that case, you can show the four of us and let me see if you have such a high talent." ”

Xu An bowed his head, walked in front of the Qin Sheng, and sat down at a four-corner table with the qin.

Touching this somewhat cold piano, there seemed to be residual temperature on the strings, and he gently plucked it twice, making a dull and long sound.

Xu appeased Qin, and a picture appeared in his mind.

The sunset fell, the fisherman drove the boat back, a red dress lightly touched the lake, a moment away, she bare red eyebrows and lips, a few songs a little lonely.

The man in the green shirt smiled with his eyebrows, raised his glass and drank, looking at the distant shadow, and was even more happy in his loss.

This is a story that has been passed down for a long time, and it is also the dream of all people.

A pot of turbid wine in the cup, smiling proudly.