God level swordsman

Chapter 349
Now that the matter has come to this point, Zhao Tai has agreed to the matter, and it is not his style to change his mind and turn his back on the water.

It can also be a profitable thing for him to participate in the competition for the world's number one sword sect.

If you are afraid of the head and the tail, what can you achieve in your life?
In this world, even if one can bet on a motorcycle turning into a Land Rover, all Zhao Tai needs to spend on a matter that already knows the established outcome is time and a little pitiful calculation.

After returning to Dudu's Mansion, not long after, someone came to visit.

In the secret room, Jiang Ming had already informed him that his brother would come to contact him.

Under the guidance of Guan Yin, a handsome old man walked into the hall slowly.

When Zhao Tai saw the person coming, a look of astonishment appeared on his face, but fortunately he was covered by the bronze grimace mask, otherwise he would definitely make this shrewd and ghostly new student suspicious.

The person in front of him is none other than Zhong Tiangong from the White Bone Gate.

It was a great pleasure to meet old friends.

That day at Shiwanda Mountain, Zhong Tiangong was unrelenting and wanted to kill him. Zhao Tai remembered this scene clearly.

Zhong Tiangong saw that Zhao Tai didn't show any strange color, he and Zhao Tai had only met twice, and they didn't have a deep contact. It is difficult for people to connect with the upright and awe-inspiring disciples of Jianzong.

"You are Li Liushui?" Because he and Jiang Ming are of the same generation, Zhong Tiangong naturally spoke to Zhao Tai as if he were dealing with a junior.

"You belong to Master Jiang"

"That's right, I, Zhong Tiangong, am the elder of the White Bone Sect." Zhong Tiangong replied proudly.

"I've met Senior Zhong." Zhao Tai's current identity is Jiang Ming's subordinate. He didn't dare to drag him down, so he saluted Zhong Tiangong with the courtesy of a junior.

"Young people are awesome." Zhong Tiangong stroked his beard and smiled lightly, his eyes were full of admiration.

Now that the most outstanding disciple of the Baigumen, Xiehan, has been killed, there is no one in the Baigumen who can do it.Under the order of the suzerain, Zhong Tiangong, on behalf of the Baigumen and other sects of the Demon Cult, prepared to make something happen at the World's No. [-] Sword Sect Conference.

This was something to be proud of, but Zhong Tiangong felt that it was a bit embarrassing, so he went to the wicked city to borrow a young handsome man from Jiang Ming to act as a front.

At this time, Zhong Tiangong felt a little regretful that he hadn't accepted another disciple for so many years.

He heard from Jiang Ming that Zhao Tai was young, powerful, and ruthless. He wiped out a big local family right after he took office.

With such a brilliant record and outstanding personal ability, even Zhong Tiangong, who has a lofty ambition, has to sigh.

Seeing Zhao Tai, Zhong Tiangong was very satisfied, at least Jiang Ming didn't randomly assign someone to prevaricate him.

"Senior, please take your seat." Zhao Tai's voice was extraordinarily ethereal through the bronze grimace mask, even those who were familiar with him could not tell the difference.

Zhong Tiangong didn't give in, he sat down and looked around.

"You guys go down first." Zhao Tai knew that Zhong Tiangong had something to say that was inconvenient to say, so he repelled him very understandingly.

After finishing all this, he personally stepped forward to pour tea for Zhong Tiangong.

"Liu Shui, that kid Jiang Ming probably didn't tell you in detail, I will briefly tell you about your mission this time." Zhong Tiangong took a sip of ice mountain snow tea that was only available outside, and said with a slight smile: "It's actually very simple. You temporarily serve as the old man's disciple, so that the old man can gain some face in front of some old people, and you don't need to do other things that kill you."

"So that's it." Zhao Tai laughed dumbly. The old guy had a strong sense of self-esteem. He had no disciples but forced himself to pretend to be a disciple. He had the same trendy thoughts as those young people pretending to be lovers in this world.

"I'm not a stingy person, and I won't let you work in vain. This is a meeting gift I give you." Zhong Tiangong waved his hand, and a small and exquisite bone knife, as clear as jade, appeared on the table. The machine is like thunder coming to the world, and the body is like being cut by a knife.

What a magic weapon.

This is definitely comparable to the existence of a divine weapon.

Zhong Tiangong has such a great handwriting, and his shot is a sub-divine weapon.

Seeing this small bone knife, Zhao Tai immediately knew that this mission might not be as simple as pretending to be Zhong Tiangong's disciple, this weapon would be very hot to handle, and if it is not handled properly, the end would be disastrous.

Zhong Tiangong saw that Zhao Tai was restrained, and there was a faint look of color on his brows, "As the disciple of this old man, how can I use a weapon that is on the table?"

"Thank you, teacher."

Zhao Tai changed his words immediately.

Such a quick response caught Zhong Tiangong a little by surprise. He smiled and nodded in satisfaction, "A child can be taught. If the old man really has an apprentice like you, he will have no regrets in this life."

Although this sentence contains elements of deliberate wooing and exaggeration, it also represents a part of Zhong Tiangong's true inner thoughts.

He is a lonely old man in Baigumen, and sometimes he is really envious of those elders who are full of disciples.

When people get old, they will be lonely, and they always hope that there is a sensible person under their knees who can take care of them in a subtle and considerate way, even if they just eat and talk together.

Zhao Tai naturally reached out for the bone sword, and Zhong Tiangong sat still like an old monk, letting him take action.

But all magic soldiers have their own arrogance, and it is difficult for ordinary people to get close.

Although the sub-divine soldier was not good enough, it still carried a divine character.

Before Zhao Tai's hand fell, the bone sword felt provoked, and a sharper energy swept up like a water curtain, trying to overthrow Zhao Tai.

"The light of rice grains."

Zhao Tai's expression remained unchanged, he had even picked up and trampled a real magic weapon, let alone a sub-level magic weapon.

To him, such a level of resistance is nothing more than a child's play.

The bone sword that was supposed to be "crazy" fell into Zhao Tai's palm, and suddenly became like a well-behaved baby, allowing him to handle it.

Zhao Tai easily held the bone sword in his hand, and then saluted Zhong Tiangong calmly.

This is simply to send warmth.

Thanks to the old iron for sending a rocket!
Double click 666!

Seeing that Zhao Tai surrendered the sword so easily, Zhong Tiangong loved it even more.

Who wouldn't want to have a talented disciple to make him look good?
Such a disciple is taken out like a wife with makeup, and it is worthy of comparison with anyone else.

"Okay, the old man really saw you right."

Zhong Tiangong stroked his beard and smiled, "Time does not wait for me, you prepare as soon as possible, we will set off later."

Zhao Tai glanced at the sky and replied: "It's almost meal time. Please come to my mentor's house to have a meal before leaving, and let my disciple show his filial piety."

A warm current flashed in Zhong Tiangong's heart when he heard the words, it feels good to have someone care about him.

The more he liked Zhao Tai, he nodded in agreement, and the gaze he looked at Zhao Tai became softer.

Zhao Tai couldn't get used to this kind of old mother's gaze, he turned his head and pretended not to see it, and then ordered the maid waiting outside the door to get some food from Qizhen Pavilion and Babaozhai.

(End of this chapter)