The Ancestor of Jindan Knelt Down and Begged Me to Teach Square Dancing

Name: The Ancestor of Jindan Knelt Down and Begged Me to Teach Square Dancing
Author: Second Married Old Man

by Second Married Old Man

ongoing Xianxia Cultivation World Male Lead

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Ch. 4 — Square Dance Class Starts with Lots of Jokes

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I've taken care of everything! The starting point of this 'Crane Spreading Wings' is to bring luck to the Dantian and force the fingertips! " In front of the stone wall at the top of the mountain, a young man in a moon-white brocade robe stood with his hands behind his back, his eyebrows stern, it was Chu Jinghong, the Holy Son of the Tianyan Sect who had not been seen for thousands of years. The law enforcement elder stroked his beard and looked proud: "The Holy Son is extremely talented, but he has reached the threshold of the ninth level of Qi training in just a hundred years. Given time, he will definitely surpass the ancestor and step into the golden elixir avenue! " As soon as he said these words, a sneer came from the back row of the crowd. It was as light as the wind blowing through the grass, but it penetrated everyone's ears accurately. "It's as stiff as a puppet. Is this also called a practice method? " When everyone looked around, they saw a young man wearing a washed-out uniform, leaning against a stone pillar and eating melon seeds carelessly. Who else could he be if he wasn't the King of Dance? This boy is an orphan picked up by the sect. His spiritual roots are incomplete and he cannot even sense spiritual energy. He is recognized as the number one loser in Tianyan Sect. He can only do some work like fetching water and chopping firewood on weekdays. Chu Jinghong's face instantly darkened, and his eyes were like knives tempered with ice, and he glanced at the Dance King: "A loser who doesn't even have any cultivation level dares to discuss my cultivation? " The Dance King spat out the melon seed skin with a "pop" and slowly swung it out. He pointed at the flowing figure on the stone wall who was twisting his hips and swaying his waist, and the sarcasm almost overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "What nonsense? What I am telling you is the truth. With this squirming slow motion, a three-year-old child can dance more nimbly than him. "