AI algorithm: I figured out the immortal cultivation technique - Chapter 341

c341 Pick the hard persimmon and pinch it

“It’s him?!”

Looking at that handsome and extraordinary figure, Jin Shuya’s eyes had a hint of color.

Different from the distance on the lake, the two sides were a little closer now, and the other side’s grace as they walked was even more outstanding.

“It’s really good.”

Jin Mingdong, who heard his daughter’s exclamation, looked over and couldn’t help but admire the young man’s temperament.

However, Jin Mingdong, who was nearly fifty years old, was a little envious when he saw the other party among the group of beauties, surrounded by many beauties with excellent looks and temperament.

In terms of assets, he may be far superior to the other party, but his attractiveness to beautiful women is far behind.

After what happened to Li Jinghe just now, no one came forward to say hello.

No one expected to be yelled out of nowhere and fly several meters away.

“Is this sheep getting well soon?”

Wang Yuyan, who had been waiting for a long time, looked at the roasted whole lamb in front of her and couldn’t wait any longer.

“Almost half an hour.”

Returning to his seat, Wang Ren glanced at the roasted whole lamb that was dripping with oil. It was a bit more golden than before, which aroused people’s appetite at the first sight.

However, this barbecue process can be regarded as a joy of life, and Wang Ren did not interfere.

As for the new group of farm guests, Wang Ren had been practicing in the house before and was well aware of them, so he didn’t pay much attention to them.

“That’s pretty fast.”

After hearing the exact time, the girls continued to bake their favorite food and occasionally fed their husbands, enjoying themselves.

Before long, the roasted whole lamb was completely cooked. Wang Ren personally took the meat cutting knife and distributed it to the Taoist monks.

“Kunshan sect, why don’t you ask me to meet the head of the Jin family?”

Just as Wang Ren and others were enjoying their meal, a group of uninvited guests all wearing blue training uniforms suddenly arrived and surrounded the area where Li Jinghe and others were. A leading young man in blue bowed to Jin Mingdong. , somewhat of a gentleman’s demeanor.

Jin Mingdong’s four bodyguards were all easily subdued by those people.

“Brother He, it seems we didn’t know each other before.”

Seeing the group of sect disciples in front of him, Jin Mingdong comforted his somewhat nervous daughter and responded calmly.

“The head of the Jin family doesn’t know me, but I have admired me for a long time. Our He family’s Rende Trading has some dealings with the branches of your group, but recently the Jin Group headquarters directly intervened and severed the relationship between the two parties. Therefore, My master would like to invite Mr. Jin to have a cup of tea together to resolve the conflict between the two parties. ”

After hugging his fists, the young man in blue politely stated the purpose of coming here.

“Inviting me to tea in the early hours of the morning, I can’t feel Brother He’s sincerity.”

Information about Rende Trading flashed through his mind, and Jin Mingdong had a cold look in his eyes.

He didn’t expect that the trading company that had made the Jin Group’s affiliates lose hundreds of millions by passing off substandard products as good ones, had any background in the Kunshan faction.

“Master Jin, are you unwilling? Do you want my second-level Xiantian master to come and invite you in person?”

Seeing that the other party didn’t know how to show appreciation, there was a bit of coldness in his words.

This time he brought ten disciples of middle and low acquired levels, and with his acquired seventh level strength, why not not take this mortal rich man seriously at all.

Unexpectedly, the other party’s four bodyguards were easily taken down by his junior brothers.

“The Kunshan sect is so prestigious.”

At this time, Hou Yongxiong, a disciple of the Maoshan sect, could not sit still. He stood up and began to reveal his identity: “I wonder, do you have as many innate warriors in Kunshan as we do in Maoshan?”

You know, they have three innate warriors in Maoshan, who are among the best among the major sects. What Kunshan has, at most, are two innate warriors.

“Hey, it turns out he is an old monkey from the Maoshan sect. Why don’t you let me learn from you?”

Seeing Hou Yongxiong stand up, He Youqiu, who had been prepared for it, said sarcastically.

Although the two sides did not meet at the National Martial Arts Conference, they had met several times at the ordinary martial arts conferences in the past two years. Now that both of them have entered the seventh level of acquired life, neither one is afraid of the other.

In addition, the additional junior disciples he brought this time gave him confidence.

The Jin family, worth at least tens of billions, has been staring at Maoshan for a long time and must not let others snatch it away.

If He Youqiu had not gotten too close to the eldest lady of the Jin family, He Youqiu would not have used this method to force the Jin family and the Kunshan faction to cooperate.

“I’ve always heard that the disciples of the Kunshan Sect have poor conduct. I’ve seen it first and I’d like to ask for some advice.”

After listening to the other party’s words, Hou Yongxiong’s eyes flashed with coldness and he shot back directly.

Even though he had lost some energy and blood before, he was so conceited that he did not take this Kunshan sect disciple seriously at all.

Although the Maoshan Sword Sect is not the Taoist priest who chases away zombies in novels and movies, the Maoshan Sword Sect has been passed down for hundreds of years and has never been interrupted. After the recovery of its vitality, it has carried forward the swordsmanship left by its predecessors and is undoubtedly one of the most famous martial arts in China. Absolutely.

Presumably, in the ‘Martial Arts Conference’ that is being prepared for next year, their Maoshan disciples will let the elite disciples of various sects see what it means to have Maoshan swordsmanship that is the best in the world.

As for now, I just want to use this disciple of the Kunshan Sect as an example to let Uncle Jin see the gold content of his acquired seventh level, so that he can win over Jin Shuya as soon as possible.

“Senior brother, there is a good show to watch.”

In a pavilion in the distance, Wang Yuyan looked curiously at the two people who were preparing to compete.

It is true that she and her sisters often spar with each other, but she has few opportunities to watch outsiders compete. The last time she watched the most exciting finals of the martial arts conference, she was interrupted by a Gu cultivator from another world.

“Two post-natal seventh-level cultivators, it’s interesting.”

Looking at the two people who were ready, Wang Ren’s eyes moved away from the grilled oysters in front of him and glanced at them casually.

“Ding ding ding.”

There was no greeting before the competition in martial arts novels. Hou Yongxiong and He Buqiu, who had just stood still, picked up their weapons and attacked each other.

Hou Yongxiong’s fine steel sword and He Buqiu’s short halberd collided with each other, emitting bursts of sparks.

Compared with the exquisite moves of the players in the martial arts conference, the two angry people were fierce in every move. If one was accidentally hit, the skin would be broken at the least, and the hole would be broken at the worst.

The only bottom line may be that no one will be killed on the spot, so as to avoid the two major sects from forming a deadly feud.

In the era of vitality recovery, once a sect with innate warriors becomes a mortal enemy, it may be a fight to the death until one sect disappears completely.

This is also the bottom line that all major sects warn their disciples.

“Brother Hou is so powerful.”

At this time, the young men and women who saw the high-level acquired warriors fighting for life and death for the first time could not help but widen their eyes and occasionally exclaimed in a low voice.

The two people competing in the field may not be as good as the special effects in film and television dramas, but every move makes people feel the power in it. Occasionally, a few moves in the air change, the sword flies out of the hand and then turns back, which will make people sigh at the magic of martial arts.

“Boring.”

After eating a bite of grilled lamb chops, Su Yuyan sighed softly.

In the eyes of Su Yuyan, who is at the peak of the innate and is about to move towards the true martial arts, the competition between two little guys of the seventh level of the acquired realm is a bit low-level, and it is not as good as the sisters’ competition in the back mountain of Jiangnan Villa.

“It’s really boring.”

Yawning, Jing Feixian agreed.

Innate warriors can control the surrounding vitality. These two acquired seventh-level warriors can’t even draw their swords in front of real innate warriors.

“Ding.”

After a collision, He Buqiu and Hou Yongxiong stopped and looked at the group of beauties in the distance.

“You look down on us so much, I wonder how many levels of martial arts you have?”

He Buqiu didn’t pay attention just now, but now he found this group of high-quality beauties. His eyes flickered and he asked in a casual manner.

If the other party can’t answer, he should bow his head and apologize.

If his identity is a little more ordinary, don’t blame him for being rude.