My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

Grandpa with a ring.

It seems that this disciple of mine might be a child of destiny.

"Just find a place to live first. After you're settled, come back here to find me." Zhong Qing instructed Lin Feng lightly.

"Yes, Master."

Lin Feng bowed politely, then turned and left.

After Lin Feng left, Zhong Qing found a sack nearby and then walked into the warehouse.

Not long after, Lin Feng followed Master Jian's instructions and found an excellent cave, which was right at the center of the formation. Practicing here would be twice the result with half the effort.

"Overall, this Mufu Peak is quite good. It's easy to move around without being disturbed. The formations are inferior, but they're better than nothing. I'll get you the strange fire when the time comes. Once you can cultivate according to my teachings, you'll definitely be able to surpass everyone else in no time, including the so-called purple talent."

In the room, Elder Jian walked out as a shadow, with white hair and an immortal look, standing with his hands behind his back.

"Thank you, Master Jian."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng thanked him with a look of surprise.

"Okay, go meet your cheap master."

At this time, Master Jian added, "Although he didn't provide you with any substantial help, he did allow you to enter the Shogunate Peak smoothly. Besides, you will be staying here for a long time in the future. You will be spending every day with him, so it is inevitable that you will have to build a good relationship with him."

"Yes, Master Jian."

After Lin Feng had simply settled everything, he rushed to the courtyard where Zhong Qing was.

There was a thick layer of snow in the yard.

In the courtyard hall, Zhong Qing was lying on a recliner, warming himself by the fire.

After his cultivation level directly ascended to the Xingxuan realm, weather factors actually had no effect on Zhong Qing.

But in such a cold environment, it always feels like something is missing if we don’t light a fire.

"Master."

When he arrived in front of Zhong Qing, Lin Feng stood respectfully.

"Ah."

Zhong Qing opened his lazy eyes, sat up and said, "Since you have become my disciple, then as your master, I naturally have to show some appreciation."

"I have some techniques stored here, so you can pick a few you like and practice with them."

"This one……"

Lin Feng looked hesitant.

He couldn't help but ask Master Jian for advice secretly.

After all, Master Jian once said that after he swallowed the strange fire, Master Jian would personally give him a set of exercises, so he didn't actually need the exercises that Zhong Qing gave him.

"Why hesitate? Even if it's useless, it's a token of my good intention. At worst, I can just not practice. I still have to do my best to maintain my appearance."

Master Jian couldn't help but lecture him.

"Yes."

Lin Feng nodded secretly, then looked at Zhong Qing and said, "Thank you, Master."

"It's in the sack next to you. You can choose it yourself." Zhong Qing pointed to the sack on the side and said softly.

sack?

Lin Feng couldn't help but be stunned.

Although the skills that Zhong Qing gave him may not be necessary for him.

But Zhong Qing is at the Xingxuan realm after all, so the skills he gave him would probably not be too bad.

So Lin Feng is actually still somewhat looking forward to it.

But who knew that the martial arts technique given to him was placed in a sack, which really left him speechless.

After all, what good skills can you have if you put them in a sack.

Even the old sword master in the wild ring couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. You don't need it anyway. It doesn't matter what kind of skills it is. Just use it for show." Old Jian reminded.

Lin Feng nodded, then squatted down, walked to the sack beside him, and opened it casually.

however.

As he opened it, all kinds of ancient, deep and terrifying auras rushed into his face.

At the same time, all kinds of golden, red and rosy lights also blinded his eyes.

Lin Feng was shocked.

And Jian Lao, who was about to take a short nap, suddenly became alert and started cursing: "Fuck!"

“Respected, respected, respected…Respected-level skills!!!”

Old Jian's tongue was stammering, and he stared with his eyes wide open and trembling as he uttered a terrified sound.

As soon as the voice fell, another scream came from his throat.

"Saint level, there's a Saint level!"

"No, it's the Emperor Emperor Emperor level..."

"Oh, mother, I really am not dreaming!"

When Lin Feng heard the various exclamations from Master Jian in his mind, he reacted belatedly.

Although he was not yet able to start practicing, Master Jian had already taught him the knowledge of cultivation.

Therefore, he knew very well what these skills represented.

You know, the martial arts that Master Jian had told him before was only king-level.

If the king-level technique is taken out, it will cause a huge bloody storm. Even if the entire Xianjiang Sect is sold, it cannot be exchanged for a king-level technique.

However, the king level is nothing compared to the master level.

Not to mention the higher levels of Saint and Emperor.

For a moment, Lin Feng's palms were shaking and all the muscles in his body were tensed. He slapped his face, as if he was afraid that all this was a dream.

But the pain on his face told him that he was not dreaming.

But it actually happened in front of him.

Martial arts techniques such as the Venerable, Saint, and Emperor levels were packed into a sack and placed in front of him!

"Hurry up and pick one, little brat! Hurry up and pick one!!!"

In the wild ring, Master Jian was completely out of control and wished he could jump out and choose it himself.

"That, that emperor-level Great Desolate Scripture, no, choose another emperor-level Fire Emperor Scripture."

"And that, that General Heaven and Earth Scripture is also suitable for you."

"Wait, wait, that Great Zhou Desolate Bone Art is also pretty good..."

At this moment, Master Jian followed Lin Feng's vision and became dazzled. He thought this one was good, but that one seemed more suitable, but he didn't want to throw away the other one.

Following Master Jian's call, Lin Feng picked up this book and put it down, then picked up another one, picked up another one and looked at another one.

Zhong Qing on the side seemed to see through Lin Feng's thoughts.

Couldn't help but smile.

"Since you like them all, just take them all!" Zhong Qing reminded softly.

"Really, is it really okay?"

Lin Feng looked at Zhong Qing excitedly.

Zhong Qing nodded.

Seeing this, Lin Feng, with the help of Master Jian, did not hesitate and directly selected five imperial-level skills that were most suitable for his path.

"So excited, so excited."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

"These are five emperor-level skills!!!"

In the wild ring, Old Jian jumped up with joy, as if these skills were given to him.

At the same time, he couldn't help but solemnly remind Lin Feng, "Brat, remember this: you are in possession of five emperor-level techniques. You must not reveal this to anyone except you and your master."

"Once the news gets out, anyone who comes to snatch it away could destroy the space you're in with just one fart!"

Lin Feng also nodded solemnly.

Although he is young, he doesn't understand many things.

But that doesn't mean he is stupid.

Zhong Qing, as usual, brought a copper kettle filled with cold water and placed it on the stove. He tilted his head and asked, "Have you chosen what you want?"

"I have chosen my master." Lin Feng nodded respectfully.

"Ah."

Zhong Qing nodded, reached into the sack, grabbed a stack of skills, and threw them directly into the stove.

Suddenly, the fire was burning brightly.

Soon, steam began to rise from the copper kettle.

"Ah, what a waste, what a waste!"

Seeing this scene, the old sword master in the desolate ring almost went crazy and roared loudly inside the desolate ring.