A five-year-old Daluo Jinxian? I simulated binding with the prehistoric world.

Tianshu Peak, surrounded by clouds and mist, with spirit beasts and birds, is like a fairyland.

Since returning from Yuheng Peak that day, Wei Aowu's face, which used to be full of smiles, has been covered with frost, and he has never smiled again.

These days, he has been restless all day, thinking about the bet with Ye Changsheng all the time.

"That arrogant and foolish boy actually naively believes that he can easily pass the Seven Veins Martial Arts Competition just by having a disciple with top-grade spiritual roots!

It's just a foolish dream.

He dared to make such a bet with me, which is undoubtedly a humiliation for himself."

Wei Aowu cursed Ye Changsheng in his heart, but his face became more and more solemn.

You know, Ye Changsheng is not an ordinary child.

Ye Changsheng could speak when he was one month old, and he could recite poems and lyrics when he was three months old...

These are all what he saw with his own eyes.

Such talent is rare and rare, and it is indeed a genius that only appears once in a thousand years.

It's a pity that God seems to be deliberately teasing him. He has such talent but no spiritual roots.

But even so, facing such a unique opponent, Wei Aowu did not dare to despise him at all.

Since the other party dared to make a heavenly oath with him, it must be no bluff or false talk.

Maybe he really has some unknown powerful trump card in his hand.

And the powerful aura he felt that day is definitely worth noting.

Thinking of this, Wei Aowu couldn't help but secretly warn himself: Don't take it lightly.

Losing a heaven-level weapon is a small matter, but being embarrassed is a big matter.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from far away.

A moment later, a young man with extraordinary handsome appearance but slightly frivolous behavior slowly walked into the house from outside.

"Uncle, why did you call me here?"

The man was Wei Yixiao, Wei Aowu's nephew.

Wei Aowu loved and hated this nephew.

On the one hand, Wei Yixiao had a superb mutant dark spiritual root, and his cultivation aptitude was excellent.

On the other hand, his frivolous and dissolute character really gave Wei Aowu a headache, and he had caused him a lot of trouble over the years.

"How is your practice of the "Blood Transformation Divine Art"?"

Wei Yixiao said with pride, "After my unremitting efforts, I have successfully practiced the Blood Transformation Divine Art to the fourth level. As long as I can absorb more pure blood from young girls, I believe it won't take long for me to completely master the fifth level of the art!"

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of pride that was difficult to conceal.

Wei Aowu, who was standing by, remembered that Ye Changsheng dared to threaten Wei Yixiao with the fact that he sucked the blood of young girls to practice martial arts, and his anger instantly burned.

He frowned, his eyes widened, and gnashed his teeth as he warned Wei Yixiao: "You guys, you'd better behave yourself for the next period of time. Don't kidnap those innocent girls and bring them up the mountain, so as not to attract other people's attention and bring unnecessary trouble to me."

However, Wei Yixiao didn't seem to take these words to heart, but didn't care at all.

"I have made a bet with Ye Changsheng. If their Yuheng Peak cannot surpass our Tianshu Peak in this martial arts competition, then he will have to give up the position of the head of Yuheng Peak. Otherwise, I will give him a heavenly magic weapon."

"Magic weapons are small matters, but face is big matters. So from now on, you must concentrate on cultivation and don't stir up trouble everywhere."

Wei Yixiao turned a deaf ear to these advices, still sneered, and sneered with disdain: "Haha, uncle, you are too cautious, aren't you? Ye Changsheng is just a five-year-old kid, what are you afraid of? When I embarked on the road of cultivation, he hadn't been reincarnated yet.

With my cultivation in the middle stage of the golden elixir, plus the fourth level of the blood-transforming magic skill, the championship throne of this competition must belong to me!"

While speaking, Wei Yixiao seemed full of confidence and had a plan in mind, as if victory was already in sight.

Indeed, with his current powerful strength, there are indeed few disciples in the entire Qingyun Sect who can compete with him.

"Alright! There is only a short month left before the martial arts competition. During this period, you are not allowed to go anywhere. Stay in the mountains and practice hard." Wei Aowu said to Wei Yixiao with a serious face.

Faced with Wei Aowu's strict requirements, even though Wei Yixiao was usually unruly, he did not dare to disobey at this moment.

He responded respectfully: "Uncle, please rest assured, nephew knows that we will definitely win this martial arts competition."

Hearing Wei Yixiao's assurance, Wei Aowu nodded slightly, but his face did not show too muchHow happy.

He waved his hand and ordered impatiently: "Okay, hurry down and concentrate on practicing."

Seeing this, Wei Yixiao hurriedly bowed and saluted, then turned around and left quickly.

After Wei Yixiao's figure disappeared outside the door, a young man with a tall and straight figure, handsome appearance and extraordinary heroic temperament suddenly walked into the room.

This young man was none other than Chu Xiuzhu, the beloved disciple that Wei Aowu had just accepted.

At this time, Chu Xiuzhu's face was full of excitement and joy. As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't wait to ask Wei Aowu for credit: "Master, I have lived up to your expectations and have successfully broken through to the middle stage of foundation building!"

After saying that, he looked at Wei Aowu with joy, expecting to get some praise and encouragement from his master.

However, what Chu Xiuzhu never expected was that Wei Aowu just glanced at him lightly, and there was even a hint of disgust in his eyes.

Alas...

But he is only in the middle stage of foundation building... Ye Changsheng's disciple Luo Liyan has already reached the stage of false elixir...

There is really no comparison. Why is the gap between this person and others so big?

Wei Aowu couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.