A middle-aged man in blue robe, small eyes and handsome appearance walked into the school.

"Meet Mr. He!"

All the disciples hurriedly saluted. Manager He was a really mean man with a small mind. No one in the village knew it. He would rather offend Zhao Li than He Gui.

He Gui has been the general manager of Hejiazhuang for many years and has been in charge of thousands of people in Hejiazhuang.

Although his cultivation has only reached the ninth level of qi training and has not reached the Great Perfection, who asked his surname He? Even if he is a side branch, he can surpass Zhao Li, the teacher in Neizhuang, and become the most powerful person in Hejiazhuang.
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What's more, his precious daughter He Zhuyu has been selected to practice at the home of the Lord of Nanyi City.

With her beauty and charm not inferior to her mother, she may not be able to accompany the nobles of her master's family.

As long as a noble person takes a fancy to her, and she has learned the Fang Zhongshu from her mother, she is not afraid of not being able to capture the noble person's heart.

When he thought of the charming Taoist couple, He Gui couldn't help but get hot in his lower body.

"I'm here to give you an opportunity."

He Gui squinted his eyes and looked at the new disciples. There were only about twenty people in this class, which was a little worse than usual.

The collateral bloodline is getting worse and worse. It has been more than 30 years since there has been a Taoist bone above the lower grade.

He Gui said seriously:

"Every five years in Hejiazhuang, disciples will have the opportunity to practice in the master's house."

"The first type, if the Dao bone is of middle grade or above, you can go directly to the master's house and worship the master of the family who is above the foundation level as your teacher."

"The second type, a low-grade Taoist, will break through the fourth level of Qi training on his own after five years and enter the master's house as a guard."

"The third category, low-grade Gengu, those who have practiced at the third level of Qi after five years will have a grand competition, and the top three will each be rewarded with a body-cleansing pill."

"Those who take pills and break through to the fourth level of Qi training can also enter the master's house as a personal guard."

"Opportunities are rare, and you must fight for them when they come. Fight for them!"

All disciples should be.

He Gui became interested and asked Zhao Li:

"Is there any good talent among the disciples in this generation who have the opportunity to break through the fourth level of Qi training on their own like Professor Zhao did back then?"

"It's difficult. The performance of this batch of disciples in practicing Hundred Blade Fist is average.

In the past twenty years, the one with the best qualifications should be Cao Shiqi from the previous session. He was born in Manu. He broke through the Qi sense in only three days and entered the third level of Qi training in three years."

"He had a chance to break through the fourth level of Qi training on his own within five years, but it was a pity that He Zhuyu confused his Taoist mind at a young age."

"I kept my hand at everything in the competition, and was seriously injured by He Zhuyu's palm, which damaged my foundation."

The new disciples off the court were also well-informed and secretly whispered to each other to share the news:

"That day, Cao Shiqi was driven back to the abandoned stable. He vomited three liters of blood in the stable that night and almost died."

"Haha, that stable is considered to be his family's ancestors. Three generations have lived there."

"Then he...is dead?"

"He is not dead, but the qi training masters in the village say that he is useless and can only reach the third level of qi training in this life... His path is cut off. Yes, these are the four words used to describe him."

On the high platform.

Zhao Li turned his head, looked at Manager He, and said with a hint of ridicule: "Isn't He Zhuyu the daughter of the manager? She should have deprived Cao Shiqi of the opportunity to enter the master's house to practice."

"Good skills and good intentions!"

I don’t know whether he is talking about He Zhuyu or He Zhuyu’s father.

"Haha! Everything is fate, and no one can control anything." He Gui was not unhappy at all, but laughed out loud:

"Practice is a struggle between the great ways. He has been passive in his mind and is tied up in the struggle between opportunities."

"Who can blame us if we miss the opportunity and cut off the road?" He Gui said and left without looking back.

After He Gui left, Zhao Li said to himself:

"Everything is destiny? But practitioners don't believe in destiny. To cultivate immortality is to compete with heaven for destiny!"

"Cao Shiqi, Cao Shiqi! I hope you can have the opportunity to regain your path and not waste your qualifications..."

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At the same time, beside a certain tributary of Bishui River.

A 20-year-old handsome young man named Cao Shiqi is practicing the Hundred-Edge Boxing.

Like an elephant, like a dragon, like an eagle, like a lion, there are hundreds of blades hidden all over the body, and the air blade contains a golden edge...

If anyone saw it, they would definitely be stunned. Cao Shiqi, who was rumored to have been deprived of his foundation, actually recovered!

Moreover, his cultivation level has reached a higher level, and he has refined his magic power. It is not the fourth level, but the peak of the sixth level.

This is nine years faster than Zhao Li, the top player in Hejiazhuang...

No one knows Cao Shiqi’s cultivation. He knows the principles of being cautious and low-key, and has not revealed it to anyone in the past five years.

What's more, he has a more important secret, he is no longer the original Cao Shiqi.

He awakened the memory of his previous life, the memory of an earthling...

As a second generation, Cao Shiqi gave himself a new name: Cao Cuo.

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