Mystic God-level Emperor System

Speaking of Daoyin, Lin Tinghe's expression became even weirder.

"The Tao clan really pays attention to the Tao Seal. Without the Tao Seal, even if they practice Taoism, they will not be able to exert their true power."

Lin Tinghe nodded with a complicated expression.

"Then why is his method so powerful? How can his Taoist attainments be superior to yours?"

Long Qianyu Dao.

Everyone stared at Lin Tinghe with some curiosity in their hearts.

"Because he has the Tao Seal."

Lin Tinghe sighed deeply: "His ancestors must have a trace of the blood of our Tao clan. Although he is a human race, there is a certain probability that he can condense the Tao seal through practicing Taoism."

"No wonder."

Yu Wen Chenghao nodded slowly, with a solemn look on his face: "I guess he, like you, belongs to the level of Daozi in the Tao clan, right? Is it the Tao Palace Seal that condenses it?"

"So... right?"

Lin Tinghe nodded slowly.

He didn't want to tell everyone the truth.

He has left a message to his master regarding the matter of the Supreme Seal, and he will decide how to deal with it when his master returns from visiting friends.

I think the Tao clan already knows about it, and there is a high probability that they will send someone to persuade the other party to join the Tao clan, and they will have nothing to do with the human clan from now on.

If the other party really joins the Dao Clan by then, he will be considered one of his own, and it will naturally be disadvantageous to reveal that he possesses the Supreme Dao Seal.

"Forget it, let's not mention this disappointing thing, we still have tasks to do, so we'll say goodbye."

Long Qianyu curled his lips and cupped his fists towards Lin Tinghe.

The other people also clasped their fists and left together.

The True Dragon Academy has its own small circle, and they play with each other regardless of their origin. They are all saints, so naturally they will not take Lin Tinghe with them, even if the other party's methods are not weaker than theirs.

Lin Tinghe looked at the backs of the five people and couldn't help but sneer, becoming more determined to be promoted to saint as soon as possible.

Only by becoming a saint can one truly gain the respect of the powerful men of all races, at least, one will no longer feel disdain.

…

"Mom, over at the Monster Clan, which of your friends is looking after Junjun?"

Su Han found a restaurant at random. After a few people sat down, he asked curiously.

"Don't worry, my mother's friend is very reliable, a close friend of life and death. If you are worried, my mother will take you over to have a look.

But Junjun has no memory of you. If you take her away, it may not be a good thing for her. "

Qingchen smiled.

"Since we are friends between life and death, the child feels relieved.

After everything is over, the child and mother will go to the Monster Clan together.

If she has a habit of staying with the demon clan, let her do it. "

Su Han nodded slightly.

"What happened here? What else do you want here?"

Qingchen was a little curious.

"It's not determined yet. Let's stay there for a while and then decide."

Su Han smiled.

This is the Zhoutian King's City, so he will naturally not tell anyone about the Nanhua Sage's intention to trouble the eldest son of the Zhoutian King's Mansion, lest there be ears through the wall.

A few days later.

Someone from Zhoutian Academy came to the inn and gave Su Han an invitation.

The content of the invitation is to invite Su Han to go to Zhoutian Palace tomorrow to listen to the eldest prince Song Yu's lecture.

After Qingchen saw this invitation, he looked a little strange and asked in a low voice:

"Is it possible that you are staying here because of that person?"

She did not dare to call Song Yu by his name directly. After all, the other party was a great sage, and there was a high possibility that he would gain insight into their conversation.

Su Han was silent for a few moments, then nodded slightly.

There was a hint of worry in Qing Chen's eyes: "You also know that the human race in the Earthly Immortal Realm completely declined, and who was related to it?"

Su Han nodded again.

Qing Chen immediately said: "Listen to my mother's advice. Your current cultivation level cannot compete with those existences. Leave this place quickly. Don't think too much. Live a good life and practice."

Su Han was silent for a while, and Chuanyin explained the cause and effect of the matter.

Only then did Qing Chen know what Su Han's real purpose was in staying in Zhoutian King's City.

She said with a strange expression: "Even so, it will be useless for you to stay here. The one in Beicang Mountain is planning to...send death."

"Now that I know this, no matter what the outcome is, I should be here waiting.

No matter how bad it is, the jade tablets offered by Nanshan Longjun Mansion can also play some role. "

Su Han shook his head slightly.

Seeing that his persuasion was useless, Qing Chen could only sigh, and then said: "I originally planned to leave here today. In this case, let's wait until tomorrow."

…

The next day.

Su Han and the others came to Zhou Tianwang's Mansion. The place was bustling with people today, and strong men from the Xuanding Clan from all sides continued to enter.

Among those powerful people, Su Han saw many beings with the aura of saints. The saints were very willing to listen to the great sages' sermons. This also had a huge impact on their cultivation and the direction of their future practice. help.

At the door, Su Han bumped into a group of students from Zhoutian Academy, Song Ci was among them. When she saw Su Han, a coldness flashed in her eyes, and she went straight into the palace without saying a word or saying hello.

"Junior Sister Song Ci, who is Qingchen's son? The enshrinement of the Nanshan Longjun Mansion?"

Next to Song Ci, a young man looked at Su Han and asked Song Ci in a low voice.

Song Ci nodded and said, "It's him."

"It's interesting. I didn't expect Qingchen to have given birth to a child. I thought she was..."

When the young man finished speaking, when he saw Song Ci looking at him, he couldn't help but smile and said nothing.

"Hey, Taoist Master Wu Xin is here too?"

Lin Tinghe appeared at the door of the palace. After seeing Su Han, he took the initiative to say hello.

"You are a disciple of True Dragon Academy, why are you here."

Su Han smiled lightly.

"It's so rare for a great sage to preach. Even in the True Dragon Academy, there won't be a great sage willing to explain the essence of martial arts to us in a few years."

Lin Tinghe smiled and said, "I happened to come here a few days ago and planned to leave after listening.

Wuxindao stayed here for so long, just for today, right? "

"So be it."

Su Han smiled.

Then he handed the invitation to the servant at the door of the palace. The other party verified it and stepped away with an indifferent expression.

Lin Tinghe saw this and handed over his invitation.

As long as you have some status, you can get an invitation. Today, you can enter even if you don't have an invitation. However, you will only be able to sit on the floor and there will be no special seats.

Because Qing Chen and Long Xiaojiao didn't have invitations, Su Han was led to the seats on the high platform by someone, and the two could only stand with the crowd.

"coincidence."

Lin Tinghe sat down next to Su Han.

Su Han smiled, "Yes."

"A lot of big shots came today."

Lin Tinghe raised his eyes and looked at the high platform in the middle. The people sitting there were all saints, the saints in charge of luck.

The aura emanating from each statue gave the quasi-sage a feeling that was difficult to contend with.

"Forty or fifty, that's a lot."

Su Han nodded slightly.

The saints greeted each other and chatted calmly, and he also saw Elder Chang among them.

Not long after.

The place where Su Han is is already full of people. He has the lowest cultivation level and the first level of quasi-sage. Being able to sit here is no longer based on cultivation level. Everyone has a special origin. Lin Tinghe also met many acquaintances. While he was talking to those acquaintances, Su Han's eyes were looking for the traces of the Nanhua Saint among the crowd below.