Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"So, Daoist Wen has left the country of Yan since the battle at Yan Qiaoguan?"

On the second floor of the ghost market, in the side hall.

Wang Ba and Wen Yong sat opposite each other.

Wen Yong, who was once free and uninhibited, is now sitting cross-legged with a bit of restraint.

The scene just now flashed through my mind from time to time.

After hearing Wang Yan's words, Wen Yong's face, which had already begun to wrinkle, couldn't help but reveal a trace of reminiscence and emotion:

"Yes, after I left the Yan State, I went to the Song State. After a few years of wandering, I heard the news that the Yan State was occupied by the Xianghuo Road. I sensed the danger and heard that the Jin Dynasty was stable, so I immediately moved to the Song State. He moved to Chen State, but on the third day after moving away, he learned that Song State had also been captured by Incense Road..."

Wen Yong said, sighing and shaking his head.

When Wang Bao heard this, he couldn't help but feel lucky for Wen Yong's keen intuition.

If one thought changes, the two may never have the chance to meet again.

Wen Yong then looked at Wang Ba's somewhat unfamiliar face, a smile appeared on his face, and he carefully took out an object from his arms that seemed to have become smooth and shiny after being played with frequently, and spread it out in his palm:

"Do you still remember this, fellow Taoist?"

Wang Bao's eyes fell on the thing, but for a moment he had no impression, and he said doubtfully:

"This is……"

"It seems that fellow Taoist doesn't remember. That's right. This is just a small thing to fellow Taoist, but it is this thing that saved my life."

Wen Yong smiled, put the thing away with nostalgia in his eyes, and said with emotion:

"This is still a token given to me by my Taoist friend when I happened to meet him at Yanqiao Pass in the past. He said that when the situation is critical, I will use this token to find you..."

"After moving to Chen State, the local sect here suspected that I was a spy of the Incense Taoist and was about to search for my soul. However, it happened to be seen by Senior Tang who was rebuilding the Linglong Ghost Market here and found that it contained the magic power of fellow Taoists. breath, so he asked me some questions, and I was able to survive."

After hearing Wen Yong's words, Wang Ba suddenly realized.

Then he couldn’t help but sigh:

"This has nothing to do with me, it's just Taoist friends and people who have their own destiny..."

Wen Yong didn't make any excuse, he just smiled and said:

"We're all gone...congratulations to fellow Taoist for successfully forming the elixir."

As he spoke, he hesitated slightly.

Wang Hao, with his keen eyesight, noticed this and immediately said:

"If you have anything you want to ask, fellow Taoist, you might as well speak up."

Wen Yong's face suddenly showed a hint of apology.

Then he couldn't help but ask: "I dare to ask my friend, what level of elixir are you...?"

Wang Hao hesitated slightly.

Wen Yong noticed this and quickly said:

"Forgive me, fellow Taoist, Wen Yong was just curious and talked too much."

Wang Hao smiled and waved his hands and said:

"What are you talking about? It's not that you can't say it, it's just that... the golden elixir I made is considered first-class."

"First, first grade?!"

Wen Yong's eyes widened instantly.

But he didn't notice the word 'almost' that Wang Yan said.

He couldn't help but murmured:

"No wonder! No wonder!"

No wonder even the Nascent Soul cultivator fell behind Shen... no, it was Fellow Daoist Wang.

Presumably, it must be because Daoyou Wang is extremely talented and has become the core disciple of a large sect, so he can be personally protected by True Monarch Nascent Soul.

Thinking of this, Wen Yong's eyes couldn't help but be filled with envy and a hint of loneliness.

I recall the time when the two of them ran the Shanli singing club in Baiyunping, Yan State.

After fifty years of separation, the two people's encounters are now worlds apart.

One rises like the sun and hangs high in the sky.

One of them is a withered bone in the grave, without a name...

There is a sigh, there is a feeling.

What's more, it's the slightest thought in my heart and the hesitation to speak.

The two didn't chat for long. Soon, Zhou Lv'e came over with a bunch of files.

Seeing that he had lost his opportunity, Wen Yong hesitated for a moment and then resigned voluntarily.

As he was leaving, Wang Hao suddenly said:

"If you need anything, just ask."

Wen Yong froze for a moment, then nodded solemnly.

"Wen Yong resigns."

"Uncle Master, this friend of yours probably wants to ask for your help, right?"

Zhou Lu'e glanced at Wen Yong's leaving figure. She was so outspoken that she couldn't help but ask.

Wang Ba looked calm:

"The law should not be passed lightly...if he cannot make up his mind, even if I want to help him, he will not be able to do it."

He could naturally see Wen Yong's thoughts clearly.

It's just that he wants to ask for help and achieve the golden elixir, but he has doubts.

This is human nature.

Based on the friendship between the two, if Wen Yong opens his mouth, Wang Hao will naturally not hesitate to help.

But Wen Yong may have lived a long life and was unable to control his physical body's energy and blood. As a result, his physical body had deteriorated significantly, and he even had gray hair and wrinkles.

If you want to sprint for the golden elixir in this state, if you fail to sprint, you will definitely die.

Whether to fight to the death or quietly enjoy the end of life, Wang Hao cannot make the decision for the other party, he can only decide for Wen Yong himself.

Wang Yan no longer thought about it, and then turned his attention to the file Zhou Lv'e brought, and said doubtfully:

"Any questions?"

Zhou Lue shook his head and said:

"Although it is a bit messy, there is no big problem. It's just that... Chen Guo Ghost Market has been open for more than 20 years. It suffered a lot of losses in the previous ten years. It seems to have gotten better in recent years. Could it be that they are greedy? …”

"No, don't think about it."

Wang Yan directly interrupted Zhou Lv'e's shocking guess.

Then explained:

"The losses in the ghost market are expected. Just for the construction of this ghost market, if we want to recover the money in some small and barren countries, it will probably take more than half a century to do it."

Zhou Lv'e couldn't help but wonder:

“Why build a ghost market in a small country when it’s so difficult to get back your money?”

Wang Yan happened to know something about this problem.

In the past few years in the Diwu Palace, he had helped Song Dongyang sort out information about the Linglong Ghost Market. Therefore, except for a few senior officials in charge of this aspect, he probably had the deepest understanding of the Linglong Ghost Market.

He said casually:

"This is to identify talents for the sect, and at the same time collect various resources that Dajin does not have, including spiritual beasts, spiritual plants, inherited skills... These things will not show much value for a while, and will naturally result in losses in the end."

"As for why these are collected, it is naturally to store them in the Tribulation Raft. When the flood recedes, Fenglinzhou can be rebuilt with these things."

After all, he is also a beneficiary of Linglong Ghost Market's system of identifying talents from all over the world.

If it weren't for the Linglong Ghost Market, in a small country like Yan State, he wouldn't have been able to meet a Nascent Soul Lord like Tang Ji so easily.

Naturally, there is no talk of entering the Wanxiang Sect.

With the current chaos in the small country, maybe he can't be much stronger than Wen Yong today.

Zhou Lv'e was slightly stunned when he heard this.

Then he couldn't help but admire:

"I don't know which ancestor was so farsighted that he foresaw the current situation two hundred years ago."

"Indeed... hmm? Two hundred years?"

Wang Ba was about to nod, but then he couldn't help but be startled.

Zhou Lue nodded and said:

"Yes, when I was sorting out the files just now, I happened to see some records on the ghost market. The earliest exquisite ghost market was in the Mori Kingdom. It has been built for nearly two hundred years... It is said that someone proposed it to the sect leader, but the specifics are There is no record of who it is.”

"Maybe it's Elder Du Wei. I heard that he was born in the Forest Country back then."

However, Wang Yan didn't pay attention to Zhou Lv'e's last words, but couldn't help but ponder in his heart.

"Two hundred years ago, Linglong Ghost Market was founded to collect all kinds of materials...More than twenty years ago, we used the real membrane eye to build a treasure raft to overcome the tribulation...It seems that my guess was right. The sect was really prepared for it. .”

Although it was just a guess, he was 70 to 80% sure.

"The sect has countless inheritances, and may have the ability to deduce the future. Anticipating the current crisis in Feng Linzhou, it is not a big deal to make early plans."

After thinking about it, he calmed down.

As for why the sect did not disclose such a plan to the disciples earlier, there may be many reasons, and he did not want to delve into it.

After giving some brief instructions to Zhou Lu'e, he left the side hall.

Nowadays, he rarely gets involved in these matters personally. Most of the time, he just sorts them out and leaves them to the deacons to deal with.

After all, these are chores and have nothing to do with realm. You can do them even if you master the method.

It's just that sometimes the sect has to make some seemingly stupid arrangements in order to have a suitable reason to distribute merits to the Golden Core monks.

At least in Wang Yan's view, dignified Yuanying monks do not need to focus on chores at all. Concentrating on practice is the foundation.

But from the perspective of the sect, there are so many disciples. If there is no effective and fair-looking system to allocate and reproduce resources in a reasonable way, it will not be long before the sect is overwhelmed by the swarms of disciples. The disciples were exhausted.

It can also easily lead to internal strife.

So even though we know that some duties don't require any high level of cultivation, we still have to arrange them this way.

Walk out of the side hall.

Wang Ba then met Shang Li, an old man in brocade clothes who looked slightly older.

When Shang Li saw Wang Ba, he quickly bowed respectfully:

"I've met my uncle."

"Haha, we don't have to be so different from each other anymore, right?"

Wang Ba said with a smile.

Shang Li was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled.

But my heart is extremely complicated.

In the past, he watched Wang Yan enter the ghost market with his early foundation-building cultivation.

Although the other party was favored by Master Tang's uncle from the beginning, in his heart, he was actually not optimistic about him.

After all, among the group of monks vying for a spot on the third level of the ghost market, Wang Yan's performance was really not outstanding.

Far less impressive than the sword cultivator who was traveling with him.

However, just now he learned from Master Tang's uncle that the other party was already in the position of protector on the right side of the Diwu Palace.

Look at yourself again, but you are still saving your merits in the ghost market, hoping to reach the golden elixir in one go.

When I think about it like this, I feel even more confused.

After a few simple greetings, Shang Li took Wang Ba and found the Tang Dynasty at Yuhuangding.

But he saw Tang Ji frowning and pacing back and forth.

Wang Hao thought about it and quickly stepped forward and asked:

"Uncle Tang, how is Palace Master Song doing now?"

Tang Ji's face lit up slightly when he saw Wang Ba, but then he frowned again, shook his head and said solemnly:

"They used the teleportation array we left in the Song Dynasty to cross the old territory of the Song Dynasty. However, they met some people from the Kingdom of All Gods at the former border between Song and Qiao, and they were unable to contact them later. .”

After hearing this, Wang Yan suddenly became serious:

"How long have you been disconnected?"

"It's been half a day."

Tang Ji frowned and said, "Normally, even if they meet people from the Kingdom of All Gods, they shouldn't even have the time to reply, unless..."

He didn't express his guess.

But Wang Hao already understood what the other party meant.

He couldn't help but also frowned.

Although he had been in contact with Song Dongyang for many years, he was not very clear about Song Dongyang's strength.

As the deputy head of the Diwu Palace and within the sect, under normal circumstances, there would be no chance for him to take action.

But after thinking about it, I know that Song Dongyang's strength is definitely not too bad to be able to subdue all the Nascent Souls and win the position of the Lord of the Earthly Things Palace, but it will not even give him a chance to reply. This kind of existence can only may be……

"Incense Taoist monk?"

Wang Hao frowned and thought:

"I dare to ask my uncle, do you know if there are any god-transformation monks in Qiao Kingdom now?"

When Tang Ji heard this, he simply shook his head and said, "It can't be a god."

Seeing that Wang Haowei was a little confused, he explained:

"Although cultivators of the Incense Way can obtain feedback from the evil gods they worship and improve their cultivation level as long as they seize a large number of people, and the improvement speed is extremely fast. Many monks under the evil gods do not need to survive the thunder tribulation, but this way of practice also has The biggest problem is that their cultivation is completely limited by the evil gods they worship."

"So far, the cultivators of the Incense Path are only at the Nascent Soul level."

"Only those evil gods are comparable to the level of god transformation...and there are actually not many evil gods at the true god level in the Kingdom of the Gods."

"In the battle when Da Qi destroyed the country, only about twenty evil gods appeared."

Wang Ba couldn't help but said:

"But there are more than twenty evil gods at the level of god transformation, which is quite a lot, right?"

Tang Ji disagreed and said:

"There are high and low levels of transformed gods. Although these evil gods are comparable to transformed gods, in fact, according to our reports, although these evil gods are much stronger than Nascent Soul cultivators like me, they are only the weakest among transformed gods. That group is still far inferior to the real god-transforming monks."

When Wang Ba heard this, he was thoughtful:

"So, the Da Qi royal family only has six gods, but they can rely on the formation to constantly deal with the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Gods..."

"Is there an evil god in the Qiao Kingdom today?"

Tang Ji was not so sure this time.

"I don't know. Almost none of these evil gods have left their home base in the Kingdom of Gods before. After defeating Da Qi, no one knows where they went."

"However, we must take precautions... I have already asked the sect to send an uncle to guard it, but unfortunately there has been no action yet."

Wang Bao shook his head slightly when he heard this.

In his mind, he couldn't help but recall the former Xihai Kingdom.

Likewise, there is no avatar.

I couldn't help but feel a lot more solemn in my heart.

"Could it be that you want to use the help of the Kingdom of All Gods to train your disciples?"

"It was Master last time, who is it this time?"

His eyes swept over Tang Ji and the other Nascent Soul cultivators on the peak, and he couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

The feeling given to him by these people was not as good as that of Tang Ji.

And he has seen Tang Ji's actions. To be honest, he is indeed powerful, but not to mention compared with his master Yao Wudi, even compared with Xumi, he is far behind.

If he were a senior member of the sect, under normal circumstances, he would not specifically create so-called training for Tang Ji.

Not a good deal.

"Who could it be?"

Wang Hao's eyes moved slightly, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Just thinking about it.

A Nascent Soul monk suddenly changed his expression and said hurriedly:

"There's a situation!"

Tang Ji and Wang Ba were shocked and quickly stepped forward.

Although Wang Hao's soul was considered powerful, it was only at the golden elixir level after all. His consciousness scanned it, but nothing was discovered.

But Tang Ji suddenly noticed something and looked shocked:

"It's Protector Bao!"

Wang Ba was startled and said quickly:

"Is he the only one? Where is Palace Master Song?"

But Tang Ji's face immediately showed a surprised smile:

"He's the only one, but he's followed by a group of monks who look strange to him!"

Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said in surprise:

"Have they found Daqi's monks?"

Tang Ji suppressed the joy in his heart and nodded: "It should be so. I see that although Protector Bao is in a hurry, the group of monks following him are a little anxious and nervous. It should be right."

Having said that, he immediately went to greet him.

Wang Hao quickly stopped Tang Ji:

"Uncle Master, it's best to confirm whether it's Protector Bao himself."

Tang Ji reacted immediately and glanced at Wang Yan with admiration:

"You're right, it's better for you to play it safe!"

Wang Ba didn't say much.

He has seen a lot of things about body snatching, especially among monks of the Incense Path. Many of them have souls far stronger than ordinary monks, and can even seize bodies by refining their Qi. This still remains fresh in his memory.

So this also reminded him so that he could always stay alert.

When the surrounding Nascent Soul monks heard Wang Ba's words, they all cast approving glances at Wang Ba.

The longer you practice, the more you will understand this.

At that moment, Tang Ji and two of the Nascent Soul cultivators quickly made preparations and then went up to greet them.

Wang Ba also held the spirit beast bag and looked closely in the direction of Tang Ji and others.

Not long after, within the coverage area of ​​Wang Ba's consciousness, he finally sensed Protector Bao's aura, as well as a group of haggard and embarrassed Jindan monks behind him.

There were about ten people, among whom there was neither Nascent Soul nor Zhuji.

Wang Ba felt relieved a little.

The Nascent Soul is too conspicuous, and the foundation building cannot persist until now. Therefore, it is normal for a group of Jindan monks to escape from the Kingdom of the Ten Thousand Gods.

The three people from Tang Dynasty were not careless and inspected everyone carefully.

Protector Bao comforted the somewhat nervous Jindan monks while taking the initiative to accept the examination.

After some interrogation, Tang Ji flew back with Protector Bao and a group of golden elixir monks with a joyful expression.

"They are the survivors of Daqi."

Tang Ji Chuanyin Road.

After Wang Ba heard this, he immediately flew forward to greet him.

Although these Daqi monks were a little uneasy, they quickly settled down under Tang Ji's arrangements.

Protector Bao also went to take care of him.

After a lot of work, I returned to Yuhuangding and reported to Tang Ji and Wang Ba.

"We met people from the Kingdom of All Gods at the border between Song and Qiao, and they happened to be arresting this group of Daqi monks. Palace Master Song immediately took action to sweep away all the people from the Kingdom of All Gods and rescued them."

Tang Ji looked puzzled and said:

"Since these Da Qi remnants have been rescued, why didn't Palace Master Song come back with them?"

Protector Bao shook his head and said:

"These Daqi monks realized something was wrong just after the capital of Daqi was broken. They took advantage of the chaos and escaped without bringing many treasures. According to them, there were several groups of people behind them who were descendants of the Daqi royal family. They had many treasures with them. treasure."

"When the palace master heard the news, he sent me to lead this group of people back first, and they continued to go deeper."

Tang Ji suddenly frowned.

Wang Yan on the side suddenly said:

"I dare to ask Protector Bao, why the palace master never replied to Tang Zhenshou?"

Protector Bao said quickly: "Palace Master Song specially sealed the Lingxi Stone because he was afraid that people from the Kingdom of All Gods would notice the fluctuations of the Lingxi Stone and discover our whereabouts."

Tang Ji and Wang Ba couldn't help but look at each other after hearing this, then nodded and said:

"Protector Bao, please keep an eye on these people and prevent accidents."

Protector Bao nodded and left quickly.

"Palace Master Song is quite happy, but it's hard work for us."

Tang Ji helplessly shook his head.

Wang Hao also nodded with approval.

Unable to contact the people in front, the monks at the rear suffered the most.

Not only do we have to worry about whether Song Dongyang and others will encounter danger, but the key is that once they encounter danger, they also have to find ways to rescue them.

Need to maintain attention all the time.

So much so that Tang Ji couldn't help but sigh quietly:

"I don't know when the sect will send the elders here, alas..."

…

Wanxiang Sect.

Inside Chunyang Palace.

Mr. Xun Fu sat cross-legged in front of the incense burner with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, he felt something in his heart, opened his eyes, and looked at a side hall in Chunyang Palace.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, he said softly: "Tianqi, go and talk to him."

Outside the hall, a respectful young voice suddenly came:

"Yes, Sect Master."

Soon, Xun Fujun felt the figure outside the door leave quickly and went to the side hall next to it.

In the side hall, a rough voice of great joy suddenly came:

"Hahaha, I finally got out of seclusion! You damn Xun Laoer, where the hell are you! Let you have a taste of my fist!"

Mr. Xun Fu had no expression on his face.

Just the slight twitch of his face revealed his inner unrest.

Soon, the voice was full of surprise:

"What? You want me to guard Chen State? Are you kidding me? A good horse never turns back... What? Did the sect master say it himself?"

"What the sect master said...what the sect master said doesn't work! Two thousand meritorious services a year are just a beggar!"

"I'm going to see the sect leader. I've become a god. Why don't you give me a lie? Don't stop me... Hiss - that's not right. I remember it seems that guy Xu Ying is guarding the door. Wait, are you following me? Is that the real one Xun Laoer is playing with? His name is Zhou Tianqi?"

The originally rough voice suddenly turned cold and solemn:

"Why are you here?"

"Chun Yang Palace...the aura inside..."

Immediately a frightened and angry young voice sounded:

"This is where the sect master is, don't break in!"

"Get away!"

The next moment, the palace door was slammed open.

A figure staggered and flew in backwards at extremely high speed.

Mr. Xunfu looked calm and flicked his middle finger.

The figure immediately stood in mid-air.

However, another burly figure with a bare upper body and explosive muscles shot in!

When he saw Xun Fujun sitting in front of the incense burner, the burly figure suddenly widened his eyes in anger.

Instantly, a chaotic light spread out around his body. At the same time, he clenched his fist with his right hand. Countless divine patterns quickly swarmed onto his fist like swimming fish, and then he furiously smashed at Xun Fujun!

The power of the fist is shocking!

Space is compressed in an instant!

It seems to be released in an instant!

Zhou Tianqi, a monk in the late Nascent Soul stage who had just stood up, was squeezed out uncontrollably in an instant and smashed against the wall of the hall.

There was unstoppable fear in his eyes!

Facing the burly figure, he punched angrily.

Xun Fujun still looked calm and just raised his finger casually.

The next moment, the chaotic light that rapidly expanded in all directions stopped instantly.

And the punch of the burly figure froze in mid-air for an instant.

He said calmly:

"Yao Wudi, you broke into Chunyang Palace without permission. What crime should I punish you for?"

"Treat...your mother!"

Yao Wudi shouted loudly, and his stagnant figure suddenly surged, as if he had broken through some invisible existence. A ray of light rose up from his fist with divine patterns and shot towards the opponent!

Xun Fujun's calm face finally showed a look of surprise.

The palm that originally held up one finger suddenly opened it all at this moment!

However, the light actually seemed to be in a deserted place, instantly crossing the distance between the two people, as if teleporting, and appeared in front of Xun Fujun.

Just when the light was about to hit Xun Fujun's face, a white jade-like palm stopped in front of his eyes, seemingly slowly but quickly.

The light dissipated silently!

But a wave of air exploded in all directions.

However, the strange thing is that this terrifying wave of air suddenly stopped at the moment when it was about to blow down the surrounding candlesticks.

Nothing in the hall was damaged.

Not even the curtains in the palace were moved.

Yao Wudi stood solemnly in mid-air, staring at Xun Fujun.

Mr. Xunfu slowly lowered the palm in front of him.

His face remained calm:

"How's it going? Are you relieved of your anger?"

"Why are you here?"

Yao Wudi stared straight at Xun Fujun.

At the same time, several figures quietly appeared in Chunyang Palace one after another.

When they saw the angry Yao Wudi, they couldn't help but look shocked.

Du Wei quickly said:

"Yao Wudi, retreat quickly!"

However, Yao Wudi did not respond to Du Wei at all, but just stared at Xun Fujun.

Facing Yao Wudi's doubts, Xun Fujun's expression gradually became cold:

"Yao Wudi, don't think that just because I think highly of you, I will indulge you."

Du Wei's voice also sounded at the same time: "Yao Wudi, Sect Master Shao is busy building the treasure raft to overcome the tribulation. Now Sect Master Xun is in charge of the sect. Please apologize to Sect Master Xun quickly..."

After hearing Du Wei's words, Yao Wudi's face finally changed.

Scanning around in disbelief.

But from everyone's eyes, they got the same answer.

But Du Wei quickly grabbed Yao Wudi, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and looked at Xun Fujun:

"Sect Master Xun, you also know what kind of temper Wudi is, so don't argue with him. I will supervise him about his trip to Chen State."

With that said, he quickly dragged Yao Wudi away from Chunyang Palace with a smile.

Xun Fujun didn't speak, just watched the two people leave quietly.

When the several god-transformation monks who came over saw this, they also hurriedly saluted and left.

Only one yellow-robed monk showed hesitation, and finally sighed and shook his head and left.

"Sect Master, this disciple is incompetent."

Zhou Tianqi said ashamed.

Xun Fujun didn't say much and said slowly:

"Close the door."

"yes."

Zhou Tianqi stood up quickly, closed the palace door that had been knocked open, and left the palace himself.

Xun Fujun narrowed his eyes, lowered his head, and gently opened his palms.

A shallow crack appeared in the white jade-like palm.

"Wan Dharma Meridian is worthy of being Wan Dharma Meridian."

"You have just stabilized your realm, and you already have such power."

"It's a pity, when will you be able to truly take charge of your own business..."

Youyou sighed, and his eyes slowly looked towards the north.

…

"Is this kid the child of you and Wang Ba?"

Wanfa Peak.

Yao Wudi, who was still looking a little heavy at first, couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard Bu Chan's words.

Wang Yian looked at Yao Wudi partly on guard and partly curiously.

At Bu Chan's signal, he quickly saluted Yao Wudi and said:

"Wang Yian, I have met the master."

"Okay! Haha, okay!"

A heartfelt smile suddenly appeared on Yao Wudi's face.

I couldn't help but stare, but my expression suddenly changed:

"How come my good grandson is learning to sword?"

Bu Chan quickly explained.

Yao Wudi shook his head repeatedly.

"Although the Ten Thousand Methods Lineage is difficult, the upper limit is also high! What's more, now that I have stepped into the form of gods, I can also slightly adjust the techniques of the Ten Thousand Methods Lineage... Xiao Yi'an, I have a "Ten Thousand Methods Sword Way" , are you willing to learn?"

Hearing Yao Wudi's words, Wang Yian's eyes lit up instantly.

Half a day later.

After finishing the teaching, Yao Wudi clapped his hands with satisfaction, and then asked Bu Chan:

"By the way, where is Wang Yanren?"

"Senior brother went to Chen Kingdom with the people from the Diwu Palace..."

Bu Chan said quickly.

Hearing this, Yao Wudi frowned immediately.

"Chen Guo?"

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