Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

Getting along with Jiang Tian day and night, they are used to Jiang Tian's existence, they never thought that Jiang Tian would leave so soon.

"Master Jiang, do you want to go?"

With a splash, the sound of splashing water sounded, and the Tyrannosaurus stood up, trembling all over.

"Yes, there is no permanent banquet in the world. My fate with you all ends here."

Jiang Tian looked at him with satisfaction. These days, Tyrannosaurus entered the country most rapidly.

"Master Jiang, can you not go?"

The Tyrannosaurus stood there with his fists clenched, his head hooked deeply, suddenly, he clenched his fists and wept silently.

"Yes, Master Jiang, don't leave! We can't bear you!"

All the battle dragons stood up together and shouted loudly, many of them had tears on their faces.

"Master Jiang, don't go, please! You can train us no matter how cruel you are!"

Cheng Tiantian was out of breath from crying, and the tears rolled down, and she couldn't wipe them clean.

"Master Jiang, is our performance not satisfactory to you? We will redouble our efforts!"

The fox choked up with a pleading face.

Men don't flick their tears lightly, not to mention they are the most iron-blooded and strongest group of soldiers in the world?

They never cried during cruel training, broken bones and tendons; they never cried when fighting on the battlefield, braving the hail of bullets; they never cried when their comrades were wounded or even died in battle.

But at this moment, they were all crying, and they couldn't control their tears.

Martial arts cultivation is like sailing against the current, it is too difficult to enter the realm. Even if many warriors are backed by sects or families, they have huge training resources to support them, and they are considered lucky if they can break through a level in three to five years. But it only took them a month to break through all of them.

It can be said that this kind of progress is beyond their imagination.

Moreover, they also understand the preciousness of Naha's body spiritual fluid, which may cost millions of dollars per bucket, and which one of them didn't use more than a dozen buckets in a month.

Therefore, even if Jiang Tian trained them in a cruel way, they were still grateful. Now that they heard that Jiang Tian was leaving, how could they bear it?

"I was originally just your martial arts consultant, just a non-staff."

Jiang Tian smiled faintly: "The agreement with your leader is only for one month, and now it's more than a few days! I have to go!"

...

That night, Zhanlong held a farewell dinner for Jiang Tian and Tang Linglong.

The conditions are very simple, with a rather rough style. On the cement training ground, there are more than a dozen tables, the big washbasins are filled with various dishes, and the army green enamel teacups are filled with Laobaigan.

The dragons gathered together, and even Tang Hongtu came to attend the farewell banquet on behalf of the General Staff.

At the farewell banquet, the Zhanlongs drank too much, and many of them shed tears of reluctance.

"Master Jiang, you will be a teacher for a day and a father for life. No matter what you think of us, in our hearts, you will always be our master!"

Tyrannosaurus stood up and said impassionedly: "From now on, if Master Jiang has orders, as long as we Zhanlong can help, everyone will go through fire and water, and we will do whatever we want!"

"Yes, Master Jiang, in a word from you, we will go up even the mountain of swords, and we will also wade through the sea of ​​fire!"

Many war dragons stood up, with reverence and gratitude on their faces, many of them had tears in their eyes.

This is the style of the Iron-Blooded Soldiers, who worship the strong and value loyalty the most. They have already regarded Jiang Tian as their most important mentor and helpful friend.

They raised their wine glasses one after another, shouting loudly at the top of their lungs: "Grandmaster Jiang!"

The sound was like rolling thunder, and the air rushed into the sky, as if even the stars in the sky were shaken.

"Well, I have been an instructor in Zhanlong for three years, but it is not as good as Master Jiang teaching them for a month here!"

Feng Xiguang was deeply moved, with complicated expressions, admiring and envious of Jiang Tian, ​​but more pleased.

Today's Zhanlong is not what it used to be, its strength has been greatly improved, and it can even compete with the dragon group. What's more important is that all fighters have a strong heart, which will benefit them for a lifetime.

"Who says it's not? It's really enviable and jealous!"

Zhang Lang also nodded in agreement.

"Cut, you have to have someone like that?" Shu Wei smiled, her eyes teasing.

"Well, to be honest, I didn't expect Master Jiang's training effect to be so good. From now on, Master Jiang can be called the new God of War in the army!"

Tang Hongtu looked in awe at Jiang Tian, ​​who was surrounded by many war dragons like stars holding the moon, and let out a long sigh.

...

Halfway through the banquet, Zhang Lang pulled Jiang Tian to a secluded place and said in a low voice, "Master Jiang, this junior has a heartfelt favor!"

"Brother Zhang, according to age, we should treat each other as equals, you don't need to be so polite!"

Jiang Tian smiled lightly.

He has a good impression of Zhang Lang. This person has a simple and honest personality, is obsessed with martial arts, and can be called a sword idiot. He has already cultivated internal strength, but he has been studying hard and practicing hard. Now he is not only proficient in one sword technique, such as Bamen Jinsuo Dao and Tai Chi Dao , Plum Blossom Knife and many other sword techniques, he is an expert.

"No, no, those who are capable are teachers. You are a grand master. Even if I am a few years older than you, in my heart, you are still a senior!"

Being treated so courteously by Jiang Tian, ​​Zhang Lang was immediately overwhelmed, and quickly clasped his fists respectfully and said, "Master Jiang should know about the Martial Arts Conference in a few days, right?"

"Well, I heard something!" Jiang Tian nodded.

"The younger generation would like to invite Master Jiang to participate in the martial arts conference as an enshrined priest of the Zhang family. I wish the Zhang family proud!" Zhang Lang bowed deeply, pleadingly.

It turned out that Zhang Lang's elder brother was killed in the group arena in the last martial arts conference in Wuhu Village, Yunzhou, where Zhang Lang lived. The Zhang family was disgraced and their status dropped.

For five years, the Zhang family has been trying their best to revive their strength.

But there was no Transformation Master in the entire Zhang family, so Zhang Lang wanted to ask Jiang Tian to act as a foreign aid to avenge their shame and revenge.

"Oh, that's how it is. The name of enshrining is fine, but it's okay for me to help you clean up the place..."

Jiang Tian originally wanted to go to the Martial Arts Conference, but he just wanted to visit strange people and inquire about the news of the emperor's daughter Hua, not for the sake of dominating the hegemony.

But he had a good impression of Zhang Lang, and it was just a matter of doing it for him once, so he agreed.

"Master Jiang, I will never forget your great kindness and virtue!"

Zhang Lang didn't expect Jiang Tian to agree, he couldn't help but look ecstatic, and bowed his head excitedly.

"Zhang Lang, is this the Master Jiang you want to invite?"

At this moment, suddenly, a voice full of aura resounded like a bell.

Jiang Tian turned his head to look.

I saw an old man walking slowly, surrounded by several imposing young men and women.

These people are all wearing exercise uniforms, leggings, belts, and long knives with red tassels floating on their backs. They look like standard warriors.

When Zhang Lang saw the old man approaching, his face showed deep fear and respect, and he respectfully clasped his fists and said, "Second Grandpa, you are here!"

"Old leader, you are here! Welcome!" Even Shu Wei and Feng Xiguang didn't dare to neglect, they both stepped forward to greet the old man.

This old man is over sixty years old, with a long breath and steady steps, he looks like a Lianjiazi.

The old man's name is Zhang Wendao, and he is the current head of the Zhang family in Wuhu Village, the twelfth generation heir of Wuhu Broken Door Knife, and brother of Zhang Lang's grandfather.

Moreover, he was also worried about Zhanlong's swordsmanship instructor, who is quite famous in the Chinese martial arts circle.

"Hehe, what old leader? I have abdicated for many years, and I am here for a personal matter!" Zhang Wendao nodded proudly.

A pair of young men and women followed closely behind him. The man was tall, with a breath like a dragon and a tiger, and the woman was dressed in an exercise suit, with a delicate face and a ponytail, neat and tidy.

They are Zhang Wendao's sons and daughters, Zhang Qitian and Zhang Mingli.

Seeing that they had private matters to discuss with Jiang Tian, ​​Shu Wei and Feng Xiguang also politely retreated.

At this time, Zhang Wendao just glanced at Jiang Tian, ​​showing a little disappointment, and said lightly:

"This is the martial arts consultant Zhanlong invited, and there is nothing strange about it. He still wants to be our Zhang family's enshrinement?"

Jiang Tian's concealment skills are perfect, his sharpness is restrained on weekdays, and his true energy does not leak out at all. He is not like ordinary warriors who are full of true energy. In Zhang Wendao's view, he is just an ordinary person.

Zhang Lang was very anxious when he heard the words, and quickly said: "Second Grandpa, you, you must not underestimate Master Jiang, Master Jiang is the real master of transformation!"

"It's the first time I've seen such a young Huajing Grandmaster!"

"Grandmaster Huajing? Second brother, what are you kidding about? The so-called master is like a dragon, which master doesn't have surging breath, like an abyss like an ocean?"

The tall young man behind Zhang Wendao said with a disdainful smile: "In my opinion, he is just the peak of his iron body if he dies!"

Zhang Qitian has won the true biography of Zhang Wendao, and his cultivation has reached the perfection of inner energy. He will be in charge of the family power in the future, and his strength is somewhat stronger than that of Zhang Lang.

For the past few years, he has studied hard and practiced hard, just to win the first place in the martial arts conference and make his family famous.

But I didn't expect that a few days ago Zhang Lang would actually propose to let some shit Master Jiang appear on the stage for him. He was already angry because he was arrogant and pretentious. Seeing that Jiang Tian is nothing special, why don't you mock him?

"Third brother, be careful with your words!"

Hearing these words, Zhang Lang was so anxious that he almost went crazy, he frowned and shouted: "Master Jiang swung his sleeves to fly an armored vehicle a few days ago, and the condensed air soldiers smashed through it! How can his strength be yours?" imagination?"

Everyone in the Zhang family didn't believe it at all. It is impossible for a martial arts master before the age of thirty to exist!

"Forget Zhang Lang, since your Zhang family has not reached a consensus, then this matter will be avoided!"

Jiang Tian smiled faintly, raised his foot and walked outside.

He originally had an indifferent attitude. Seeing that they had no respect and gratitude, how could he have the mood to fight for the Zhang family?

"Master Jiang, I'm really sorry..."

Seeing this, Zhang Lang's face was full of regret, knowing that the Zhang family missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

But the family members were so rude to Jiang Tian, ​​how could he have the face to beg Jiang Tian again?

"Boy, stop!"

But Zhang Qitian was not finished yet, he raised his hand and pointed at Jiang Tian, ​​and said proudly: "Don't you know that my father is a master of martial arts, a master with perfect inner strength? You don't know how to bow down when you see the senior?"

Zhang Wendao stood there with his hands behind his back, his chest held high, his face calm, and his eyes full of arrogance, as if he felt that it was natural for Jiang Tian to bow to him, as if he was waiting to be worshiped by Jiang Tian.