Fantasy, The Cultivation Base From The Previous Life Cannot Be Sealed

"Seniors, come here, Junior Mo Wentian, please forgive me if I have lost my way."

Star Sect Sect Leader Mo Wentian and others bowed in mid-air.

"Excuse me, seniors, what's the matter?"

On Baili Yidao, Mo Wentian felt a pressure he had never felt before, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

Even the patriarch in the forbidden area didn't have this kind of pressure that made him feel uncontrollable.

Could it be that this burly man is a great cultivator in the transformation stage?

Baili Yidao took a step forward and said loudly:

"I planted this tree and opened this road. If you want to..."

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped away by Mu Canglan behind him.

Just like a shooting star disappearing into the sky.

"Ding"

Then, an unwilling roar came from the sky:

"Mu Er Er, you little trash is making a sneak attack again!"

Mo Wentian and the other two Elders of the Star Sect were stunned.

Fuck, why did this master cultivator at the stage of transformation or higher get slapped away with a slap.

Could it be a dream?

Mo Wentian casually grabbed a beard from the chin of an old man beside him,

The old man screamed in pain, and Mo Wentian was relieved.

He looked at the old man's chin, which had lost a few more beards, and looked at the beard in his hand.

It turns out that this is not a dream.

Mu Canglan looked at the sky, a smirk on his face in the direction where the "meteor" disappeared.

"Boss, this kid has committed an old problem again. He has been an assassin for seven or eight years, so why did he come up with the lines from when he was robbery?"

Huo San, Yang Qiye couldn't help but snicker behind him.

"Cough cough."

Huo San cleared his throat and said:

"Be serious, why come today is something serious."

Hearing this, Mu Canglan and Yang Qiye quickly restrained their expressions, showing seriousness, indifference, and no strangers entering.

Huo San sighed helplessly.

These guys are really good actors, every day they think of ways to add drama to themselves, and they will definitely give each of them a little golden man someday.

"Mo Sect Leader, Mo Sect Leader, right?"

"Yes, yes, what is the request of the senior."

Mo Wentian responded with trepidation.

"I don't have too many requests, I just want you to be a disciple of the Star Sect."

Hearing this, Mo Wentian almost fell from the sky.

Could it be that these big guys came here to play with me?

So he tentatively asked:

"The senior is joking, my Star Ancestral Temple is too small to accommodate the big Buddha of the senior."

Mo Wentian originally just wanted to be humble, but why did the words turn sour.

Annoyed, Mo Wentian just wanted to slap Own in the face.

The two old men beside Mo Wentian also rolled their eyes.

Heart said: Oh, I'm a good Sect Leader, if you don't know how to speak, you should say less, if the senior doesn't like it and slaps our Sect flat, then what should we do?

Mu Canglan didn't listen well.

"Hey, what do you mean by that? It sounds like I'm mocking our boss."

The tone is cold, but with a bit of a second.

But Mo Wentian could only hear a little coldness, how could he dare to think about anything else, because the opponent's murderous aura had already reached his throat.

Quickly opened his mouth to explain: "No, no, I didn't mean that, senior calm down, senior calm down."

Mu Canglan wanted to say something more, but was dragged back by Huo San who was behind him, dragging her clothes.

"Hurry up and say a few words, why didn't you know you like talking so much before."

"Go, go, go."

Huo San put on a warm smile again, and looked at Mo Wentian and the others.

But this smile, no matter how you look at it, is a bit creepy.

"Mo Sect Leader, I don't know if my disciple is qualified or not."

"Qualified, definitely qualified, more than enough to be a Sect Leader."

Mo Wentian said hastily.

Mu Canglan scoffed behind his back.

I'll be the Sect Leader for you guys, save yourself, the boss gave me the Temple of Killing the Gods that shocked the entire Shenzhou Continent, and I'll give you the Star Sect as the Sect Leader, you never did that in a daydream.

"Sect Leader, I don't want to be a disciple. Just give it to a disciple. Our old man likes the title of Star Sect disciple."

"this……"

Mo Wentian stared a little.

It is not impossible for a senior to be a disciple of the Star Sect, but the problem is who dares to accept it.

If there is something unhappy that day, it would be a joke for the disciple to beat the teacher.

Mo Wentian squinted at the old man with few beards left on his chin, and said:

"Big Elder, you have the oldest qualifications here, or you..."

The old man waved his hands in shock.

"No no no, Sect is still Sect Leader, your status is high, you are the most qualified."

Mo Wentian turned his head to look at another old man with a big sword on his back.

"Iron Sword Elder, Sect counts that you teach your disciples at the highest level, or you..."

"No, no, the old man has many disciples, and his energy is limited. It's really embarrassing. It's not right, it's not right..."

Iron Sword Elder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and thought, are you giving me a disciple? This is an ancestor. If I am in a bad mood that day, then I, the Master, will not be the first to suffer.

After much deliberation, Mo Wentian finally had a candidate in his mind, but just as he was about to speak, an old voice suddenly came from the forbidden area of ​​Star Sect.

It was issued by the only surviving ancestor of the Star Sect.

"Ahem, um, what..."

"From now on, the old man announces Closed Door Training, no one should disturb!"

"Of course, if the senior expert gives advice, then it's a different matter."

The sound stopped abruptly, and Mo Wentian's last bit of inspiration was also extinguished.

How can this be good.

In the end, the big Elder was shrewd and came up with a "brilliant" solution.

"Sect Leader, why don't we accept the senior for the Founding Patriarch Star."

Mo Wentian's eyes brightened.

"Well, great idea!"

On the square in front of the Star Sect Leader's temple that brought Huo San here in such a daze, there is a statue of the ancestor of the Star that has stood for thousands of years.

"Patriarch Star, today a senior expert came to worship at the mountain gate, and our disciples are still inexperienced, so I hope you will forgive me for recruiting disciples."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the idol moved back three feet.

Those who are careful can find that there is a layer of muddy beads on the forehead of the statue.

Mo Wentian shouted excitedly.

"The patriarch has manifested, the patriarch has manifested!"

The big Elder also looked excited.

"We must have found such a good disciple for the Patriarch, the Patriarch is so excited."

But if Patriarch Star was still alive, he would have pushed these unscrupulous disciples to the ground and beat them to death one by one.

Fuck, you guys really make me uneasy.

"Now can I perform the ceremony of worshiping the teacher?"

Huo San asked.

"Senior, please."

Mo Wentian looked relaxed.

Unexpectedly, Huo San hadn't bent over yet, and the statue of the ancestor of Star, who had stood for thousands of years, leaned back and his head was knocked off.

Gulu Gulu rolled down the hillside.

"Mo Sect Leader, this...how does it count, thanks to loneliness?"

Huo San was a little embarrassed.

Mo Wentian rolled his eyes and said, "Senior, of course you have succeeded in getting started. You see, Patriarch is so happy that his head is flying."

At this time, Patriarch Star really wanted to crawl out of the soil, and praised him, you are so filial.

What a crime to have such a junior.

"That's fine. Finally, one of the old man's wishes has been fulfilled."

Now Huo San is relieved, although he doesn't know why his father likes the disciples of the Star Sect.

If the old man said that it would be easy to be the head teacher of Zhongzhou Xianta.

"By the way, Mo Sect Leader, I am a disciple of our Star Sect, I must have a brand, otherwise no one will believe me when I say it empty-handed."

Huo San reminded again.

"Identity plate? Yes there is."

Mo Wentian fumbled from the sleeve robe, and a simple purple token appeared in his hand.

There are four five-pointed stars printed on it, one big one on top and three smaller ones on the bottom, which looks quite delicate.

Huo San took it, holding it in his hand like a treasure.

"Mo Sect Leader, I won't ask you for nothing."

Turning to Mu Canglan, he said.

"Canglan, leave some of your precious Medicine Pill for them."

Mu Canglan was taken aback for a moment.

There are quite a few Medicine Pills, but there are almost none that are suitable for Mo Wentian's Cultivation Base.

Those Nine Cycles Gold Cores and the like, I am afraid that if they smell them, they will lose half their lives.

Mu Canglan was a little embarrassed, and searched there for a long time before finding one or two small jade bottles.

"Boss, it's suitable for them. I only have a dozen or so Xuanyuan pills, and I still have a few Yangyuan pills."

"You loser, where's your Medicine Pill?"

Huo San was a little angry, Mu Canglan, the top killer and hall master of the Temple of Murder, didn't even have a Medicine Pill.

"Boss, it's not that I don't have one. I usually throw away those of this level, and I don't even keep them."

Mu Canglan looked aggrieved.

Huo San stepped forward and rolled Mu Canglan's eyes, grabbed the jade bottle and threw it to Mo Wentian.

"Mo Sect Leader, you take these Medicine Pills, you can cure the disease if you are sick, and strengthen your body if you are not sick."

"In addition, the ancestor who just announced the Closed Door Training, give him a Nourishing Yuan Pill, and the old wounds of these years should be almost healed."