Chapter: 1179

Ning Qi had no choice but to ask again.

Only then did Niu Dazhuang come to his senses, he knelt down in front of Ning Qi with a thump, and kowtowed dozens of times without saying a word. If Ning Qi hadn't caught him, he would probably have kowtowed even further, and the floor would have been knocked out by him. A small hole was formed.

"Okay, you've knocked your head too, and I'm going to tell you something you need to know."

Ning Qi smiled and said: "Our sect is called the Temple of War God..."

Isn't Yun Qizong?

Niu Dazhuang had some doubts in his heart, but he still didn't dare to ask.

"Now there are only two people in the Temple of War God, one is me, and the other is you. I am the master of the Temple of War God, and you are the first disciple of the Temple of War God. However, you must remember that there is no need in the future. Three words..."

The Temple of the God of War was once exterminated, so the terrifying force that can destroy the Temple of the God of War is likely to exist to this day, and it is more likely that this force exists in the land of Dongxuan, not the Forbidden Land of Dry Bones.

"Master, don't worry, I won't reveal anything even if I die!"

Niu Dazhuang nodded seriously.

"Well, as for the rules of our Temple of War, don't do evil, but if someone rides on your head to shit and pee, don't care who he is, just beat him up, if you can't beat him, come to me."

Ning Qi said lightly.

Hearing this, Niu Dazhuang hesitated for a moment, what if the disciples from the outer sect beat him up? Did he fight back too? But seeing Ning Qi looking at him indifferently, Niu Dazhuang nodded quickly: "Master, I understand."

"Okay, then I will teach you the exercises and martial arts of our God of War Temple."

Ning Qi said.

There was a hint of surprise in Niu Dazhuang's eyes.

...

"This is God of War Art. You practice tonight by yourself. If you don't understand anything tomorrow, come and ask me."

Ning Qi turned and left with an ugly expression.

Niu Dazhuang was illiterate, he explained to Niu Dazhuang for most of the day, from noon to seven or eight o'clock in the evening, Niu Dazhuang barely learned the first-level cultivation method of God of War Art.

"I seem to have let Master down."

Niu Dazhuang looked at Ning Qi's back and lowered his head in low self-esteem.

It's not that he doesn't learn characters, but no matter how hard he works, he just can't remember the square and square characters.

Afterwards, Niu Dazhuang followed Ning Qi's instructions, sat cross-legged, and started the God of War Art. After a cup of tea, his body gradually emitted a faint golden light. If Ning Qi was here, he would be shocked to find that Niu Dazhuang had succeeded. He has cultivated to the peak of the first level of God of War.

But Niu Dazhuang naturally didn't know, he was still running the God of War Judgment foolishly, at this moment, deep in his blood, there was a mysterious thing, as if touched by the God of War Judgment.

The next day, Ning Qi woke up from meditation, and when he opened the door, he saw Niu Dazhuang diligently tidying up in the yard.

"Just clean the yard once a week, and use the rest of the time to practice."

Ning Qi said lightly.

When Niu Dazhuang heard the words, he hurried over: "Master, there is one thing I don't understand about the cultivation of God of War."

"What don't you understand?"