Even if they work hard all their lives, they will never be able to match it.

"Hey! Rong'er, you are trying to embolden other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige. You must know that your senior brother and I will become a grandmaster in the future. Compared with that young grandmaster, I am no different." Tao Yang was full of confidence.

"That's right! As long as the big brother is serious, he can break through to the grandmaster, just around the corner!" Several disciples of Jingyuegu agreed.

"You are young and don't know the heights of the world. How dare you, a mere acquired martial artist, dare to talk about the realm of a master? I really don't know where you get your confidence." Lao Zhang suddenly said.

He has been cultivating for decades, but he is only a half-step master so far, and he has never broken through the shackles.

A guy who wants talent but not talent, and strength but not strength, talks about the grand master status as simple as eating and drinking, and even compares it with Master Lu, which is really arrogant and ignorant.

"Hmph! What do you know? How can an old and dim-witted person see my excellence?"

Tao Yang held his head high, and said righteously: "It's not me bragging, give me three to five years, and I'm bound to be able to break through the realm of a master!"

"Three to five years?"

Lao Zhang sneered: "If you don't have this possibility for thirty or fifty years, you should give up on it!"

"Hey! You old bastard! You look down on me, don't you? Let's practice if we can?" Tao Yang stared, looking like he was going to fight.

"Brother! You are here again!" Lin Rong frowned.

"Rong'er, it's none of my business. This old man is deliberately looking for trouble." Tao Yang spread his hands.

"Eldest brother, the people who can enter here are not ordinary people, so don't speak so arrogantly, can you keep a low profile?" Lin Rong persuaded.

"Rong'er, I can't help it. I'm very talented and powerful. Even if I want to keep a low profile, I can't keep a low profile."

Tao Yang shook his head, sighed, and looked like he was feeling cold at the height.

"Oh? If you are so powerful, then I would like to ask you for advice. Who are you?"

At this time, a crisp female voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone looked back and saw a group of young men and women dressed in smart clothes and with strong auras walking in.

The leader was a woman in a red dress and a white veiled hat.

The woman held a long sword, her eyes were cold and fierce, and she was exuding an invisible coercion as she walked.

Wherever they passed, the crowd dispersed automatically, not daring to get close at all.

"Who are you?"

Tao Yang glanced up and down.

The woman in red took off the white veiled hat, approached slowly, and said in a cold voice: "Xuanwumen, the chief disciple of Zhentang, Zuo Xinyue!"

"What? Zhentang Chief Zuo Xinyue?!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar around him.

The Xuanwu Sect is one of the best sects in the south of the Yangtze River, and as the chief of the Zhentang, Zuo Xinyue is a proud woman with a far-reaching reputation.

His cultivation base is unfathomable and his swordsmanship is outstanding. Among his peers, he is definitely an outstanding existence.

"It is rumored that Zuo Xinyue is ruthless and murderous without blinking an eye. It seems that these guys are in trouble." JrNovels.com