The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation Chapter 1239: Waiting for my success in cultivation

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Because of the destruction of the mansion, Chen Fan, who has not yet purchased the mansion for the time being, placed Chiu Chiu and Shisan in the inn before leaving with Luo Shuiyao.

When he went back, Jiu Jiu was already drunk and fell asleep on the table, still holding a jug of wine in his hands.

As for thirteen, he is still practicing and dare not slack in the slightest.

"Master, you are back!"

When Chen Fan appeared, Thirteen immediately got up and took a basin of water to wash Chen Fan.

There was a sense of uncontrollable excitement in the eyebrows.

"Master, do you see any changes in me?" Thirteen suddenly looked at Chen Fan and said.

As for Chen Fan, he smiled slightly and pretended to be puzzled: "What has changed in you? Why didn't you see it as a teacher?"

Hearing this, Thirteen's eyes showed disappointment, but he recovered quickly.

Thinking that since his master didn't find out, then he said it himself.

"Master, I have already..."

"Well, I knew it as soon as I entered the door for the teacher." Chen Fan waved his hand and said: "Congratulations, Martial Artist Thirteen!"

It turns out that just before, Thirteen finally broke through and became a martial artist. Although it was only a heavy sky, the speed was actually not satisfied. After all, he practiced too late.

It can only be said that there are many benefits to having Chen Fan as a master.

"The disciples thank the master for the kindness of cultivation. When I succeed in my cultivation, I will definitely reward you thousands of times!"

At this moment, Shisan saw Chen Fan paying attention to him early in the morning, and was very moved. He knelt on the ground and banged his head.

"Get up!"

However, what he didn't expect was that Chen Fan's voice was a bit cold.

"Remember, in this world, no one can make us kneel. The sky is not good, the ground is not good, and people are not good!"

Thirteen thoughtfully, but nodded heavily, keeping everything in mind.

Chen Fan was also a little relieved when he saw this. Looking back at the time when he worshipped the Mu Yunhai gate, everything seemed like yesterday.

But if you take a closer look, it has been more than ten years.

Now, with the passage of time, Chen Fan has reached a height that people on Canglan Island cannot imagine. The friends and enemies who once walked side by side seem to have drifted away.

With a melancholy sigh, Chen Fan suddenly thought of the small round shield Mu Yunhai had given him back then.

It is a low-grade defensive spirit treasure that can only be used once a day and can withstand a blow from a martial artist.

Take it directly out of the storage bag, the small round shield has many cracks now, and it is silently telling Chen Fan's past.

I saw that he solemnly handed the small round shield to Thirteen’s hands and said: “This thing was given to me by my master back then. It is not a precious thing, but it is of extraordinary significance. Pass it to you and hope you treat it well!"

Thirteen heard this, the whole person's mind for a while, and a layer of mist appeared in his eyes.

Taking the Buckler very solemnly, the tears finally couldn't bear it, and they fell directly.

"Master, you are the best person in this life to thirteen, even my parents, who were killed shortly after giving birth. For so many years, only by your side, I feel the warmth every day I can eat enough and even practice!"

"Master, thank you, I will work hard to practice, strive for an early opportunity, and do my best to share your worries!"

Taking Shisan's shoulder, Chen Fan didn't say much.

He accepted thirteen as his disciple, so how could he need someone to help him share his worries.

Everything can be said to be due to fate. Chen Fan thinks that he is destined to Thirteen, and he feels that the other party is very similar to him back then, but he doesn't have his own luck, so he wants to help.

After all, he is too understandable, there is no way forward, and life is a vague darkness.