C339 The Battle Between Master and Disciple
C339 The Battle Between Master and Disciple
That's right, this black clothed youth was one of his disciples.
And he was the third ranked disciple.
The Great Dao of Martial God - Yang Yushan!
When he first obtained the information about this Great Dao from the system, even Shen Jun himself was surprised.
The Great Dao of Martial God?
What the hell was that?
However, just like his name suggested, Yang Yushan had displayed astonishing talent and interest in martial arts since he was young.
When Shen Jun first met Yang Yushan, he was still a fourteen-year-old kid.
However, such a little kid had already been put on the blacklist of the local martial arts schools.
It wasn't because this kid had done something bad.
It was simply because his talent was too strong!
He was ridiculously powerful, powerful to the point of defying the heavens!
No matter what technique it was, as long as you fought in front of him once, he would immediately be able to give you another set.
Furthermore, he had learned all the forms and god relics, so he could even infer three things from them.
Logically speaking, such a monstrous genius in martial arts should be a treasure that every dojo would fight over even if they broke their heads.
Why was he blacklisted?
As the saying goes, teach your disciples to starve their masters to death.
Yang Yushan was such a disciple of his master who would starve to death.
He was a martial arts maniac, and his biggest hobby in his life was to learn all kinds of martial arts techniques.
However, not to mention a martial arts dojo, even a holy land would not be able to take all the martial arts from the world.
Therefore, Yang Yushan thought of a bad move.
A family. If the dojo wasn't enough for him to learn, wouldn't he just find a few more families?
Thus, Yang Yushan began his journey of becoming a disciple.
One month.
In a month at most, he, a little genius, would be able to empty the collection of a martial arts club and completely learn it.
And then he ran away.
He ran to the next dojo to learn martial arts.
Who would be willing to teach such a disciple?
Alright, after learning all of our family's skills, I'm going to use you as a sign to recruit more disciples... You're telling me that you're going to join the martial arts dojo of your competitor next door?!
Who could stand this?
Therefore, Yang Yushan was blacklisted by the various dojos.
But he would be blocked by this little bit of difficulty.
Yang Yushan was also a ruthless person. He self-taught himself a set of superficial disguising techniques and gave himself a bunch of fake names and fake identities. Just like that, he started wandering around the various martial arts schools.
This kind of life, he had lived for three years.
It was only when he met Shen Jun that he finally stopped his drifting steps.
Under the system's prompt, Shen Jun found the city where Yang Yushan lived, and found his wooden house.
After greeting each other, Shen Jun also straightforwardly stated his purpose for this trip.
However, Yang Yushan was at the age of rebellion, and his extraordinary talent made him proud and arrogant.
Especially when he saw Shen Jun's youthful appearance, he couldn't accept it.
He was just a young master about the same age as him, and he still wanted to take him as his disciple?
Dream on!
"Alright, so what if I become your disciple as long as you can defeat me?"
Back then, Yang Yushan had said those words purely to provoke him.
He did not believe that this thin, bamboo-like young master could be his match.
But very soon, Shen Jun, who had a joyful expression on his face, made him understand what it meant by there was a mountain outside the mountain, and there was a person outside the mountain.
Shen Jun didn't even use his Spiritual Force to deal with a seventeen year old youth.
An ordinary straight punch sent Yang Yushan flying far away.
A hothead refused to accept it, but a hothead still wanted to hit him again.
Shen Jun said that he could fight with him for an entire day.
Bang!
Another punch.
Bang!
This time, it was a kick.
Dang!
This time it was Shen Jun who casually swung a stool.
Each blow was stronger than the last.
No matter how hard Yang Yushan tried to dodge or block, no matter how hard he tried.
Shen Jun could always defeat him in one move.
It was really too easy for a cultivator to deal with a young man who practiced martial arts.
One strength to defeat ten skills!
In the face of absolute strength, all kinds of strange skills and tricks were nothing more than a joke.
After more than an hour of beating, Yang Yushan, whose face was swollen and swollen, finally gave in.
He had been beaten alive and well!
Since then, another disciple had joined Shen Jun's sect.
No matter where Shen Jun went, Yang Yushan would follow him eagerly.
Perhaps it was his intuition as a martial arts maniac, or perhaps it was his unique insight as a young man.
Yang Yushan could feel that this cheap master of his had too many things he wanted to learn.
Compared to this master, let alone a dojo.
Even if the entire city's dojo was tied together, it wouldn't even compare to a single finger of his!
After that, a little guy who would never stop appearing in Shen Jun's school.
In the end, even people with Zhuge Tianji's personality would subconsciously avoid him.
There was nothing else.
This Third Senior Brother was really too annoying!
No matter what you are doing, as long as he meets you, the first thing he asks is if you want to spar with him.
I won't allow you to refuse, I'll pull you along and start training.
At the beginning, there weren't that many people in the sect, so Yang Yushan could only suffer in front of Shen Jun and Xie Qilan.
Shen Jun couldn't be bothered with him, so Xie Qilan was in charge of beating him up every day.
At first, Xie Qilan felt that her junior brother was quite ambitious.
But after beating him up a few thousand times...
Xie Qilan's patience was also worn down.
Helpless, Yang Yushan went to look for second senior brother, then fourth junior brother, fifth junior brother...
As the torture went on, once the torture came to an end, he would start looking for Xie Qilan again.
Just as Shen Jun was recalling the past, the Nine Heavens Peak Competition continued to search one by one.
Soon, the four experts stood out.
After that, there were only three matches left.
The semi-finals, the third match, and the final match.
"The first contestant of the semi-finals! Please enter the arena!"
At this stage of the competition, even the host seemed to be somewhat excited.
The moment the gong sounded, the entire stadium boiled up.
"Tiannan!! Tiannan!"
"Newcomer King! Newcomer King!!"
"Heavenly South Arena will definitely win the championship!"
" Bullshit! Newcomer King the Yama is the strongest!"
"Didn't you see how stupid Newcomer King was in front of my idol just now?! He was so scared that he started trembling! Hahahaha!"
" Who knows if your Heavenly South Arena has used some dirty tricks! "
Amidst the quarrels, cheers, and trash talk, the atmosphere in the arena was pushed to its climax.
Looking at the history of Nine Heavens Peak Competition, this competition could be ranked in the top three no matter what.
On one side was Newcomer King from the Yama Arena.
On the other side was the final trump card of Heavenly South Arena.
No one could tell who was stronger and who was weaker.
Under the heated gazes of countless people, Shen Jun and black clothed youth stepped onto the arena together.
The two of them maintained their silence tacitly.
But the difference was...
Shen Jun's silence was casual and relaxed.
Black clothed youth, on the other hand, was staring at him like a tiger eyeing its prey. He was filled with killing intent.
He really wanted to know what kind of progress Yang Yushan had made in these years.
When he sat down and melted back then, this little fellow had cried until his throat became hoarse.
He even promised himself that he would definitely revive him.
On the day that their master and disciple reunited, he would definitely welcome his master, Huan Yang, with the attitude of a Martial God.
He really wasn't afraid of the wind blowing his tongue.
Shen Jun glanced at the little guy in both anger and amusement.
What about the Martial God?
You don't have anything to do with it.
Compared to Shen Jun's relaxed attitude, Yang Yushan didn't dare to slack off at all.
Where did this man come from? Why did he recognize his Heaven Shrouding Palm?
He was shocked and scared.
There was only one year left.
Kill him! Win the competition!
Obtain a place to enter the Reincarnation Secret Realm!
For this, he did not hesitate to pay any price!
Clang!!
The gong sounded once more.
The competition... officially began!