Mystic God-level Emperor System

"Hello, host!"

"Hello, Elder Murong!"

"Hello Elder Zhao!"

"Hello, Elder Zhang!"

On the road, disciples from the outer courtyard of the Valley of the Dead kept saluting to Jiang Yuan and the others, but these disciples subconsciously ignored the fat old man.

The fat old man didn't seem to care about these false names, and he looked at Su Han with kind eyes along the way, and at the same time asked about Su Han's background.

"Su Guo, I've never heard of it. What is the cultivation level of the strongest person in your country?"

A flash of disdain suddenly flashed in Murong Feng's eyes.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if Su Han really had a ninth-grade fire seed, and his background was extraordinary, then he offended Su Han so much this time, there would definitely be hidden dangers in the future.

"Fetal Breathing Realm."

Su Han's eyes moved, and he smiled lightly.

Fetal breath environment?

Even Jiang Yuan showed a trace of disapproval in his eyes.

For the Elders of the Outer School of Medicine Death Valley, even the Great Zhou Dynasty is only a third-rate power in their eyes.

Only those great dynasties with Wu Zun in charge can impress them.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you practice with me and enter the innate world, breaking Nirvana is nothing, and the country behind you will also benefit from you."

The fat old man said with a smile.

He didn't care about Su Han's background at all, he only asked because the Medicine Dead Valley would conduct a thorough investigation on the background of the identity of the disciples.

Ask clearly at the beginning to avoid misunderstandings later.

Not long after, everyone came to the Martial Dao Inheritance Hall.

The outer courtyard of the Valley of the Dead is huge, with countless peaks, and the location of the Martial Arts Inheritance Hall is halfway up a steep mountain.

The mountain rock behind the Martial Arts Inheritance Hall has been carefully carved into a sitting warrior. The statue of this warrior is as high as a hundred feet, majestic and majestic!

After everyone entered the hall, a deacon immediately greeted them. This deacon exuded an aura of the innate realm, and was a little shocked by the arrival of Jiang Yuan and others.

"Could it be that someone in the Martial Arts Heritage Hall made a mistake?"

The deacon was secretly startled, with a smile on his face, he bowed his hands to Jiang Yuan and the others: "Xia Qing pays his respects to the head of the hospital and all the elders."

"Excuse me, is anyone using the Fire Seed Monument?"

Jiang Yuan smiled lightly.

The only function of the Martial Dao Inheritance Hall is to test a person's fire seed aptitude. There are few people here on weekdays, and it is usually lively only when the medicine dead valley opens to accept disciples.

"There is a disciple from the outer court who is taking his son to test the aptitude of the fire seed. Do you want him to leave?"

Xia Qing said tentatively.

"No need, go and have a look."

Jiang Yuan smiled.

"Yes, everyone, please follow me."

Xia Qing nodded hurriedly. After passing through several courtyards, they came to the deepest hall. Along the way, many people were shocked by the lineup of the team in front of them. They didn't know what happened in their hearts. The courtyard master and the elders came together. Alchemy strong

At least half of them came!

In the main hall, there is a huge stone tablet, on which there are occasional puffs of white smoke, and the white smoke permeates the main hall, like a fairyland on earth.

In front of the stele, stood a middle-aged man and a boy of seven or eight years old. The boy was gently putting his hands on the stele, with a tense expression, as if he was waiting for something.

Seeing this scene, Su Han's memory suddenly churned, and a similar scene appeared in his mind.

He was six years old at that time, and was brought to the Great Zhou Dynasty by his mother and father personally.

There is also a similar fire seed monument there, which can test fire seed qualifications below the sixth rank.

At that time, after his fire seed was tested to be the sixth grade, his father, emperor, and queen mother all showed gratified smiles on their faces, and they also received a lot of praise.

No one would have thought that in just ten years or so, his martial arts spark would be framed and poisoned, and it would wither immediately.

If it weren't for the God Emperor system, he would still be lingering in the country of Su, being humiliated by others.

Everyone kept quiet, and it didn't happen that there were so many people behind the middle-aged man. His attention was all on his son.

After a few breaths, a gentle silver light gradually bloomed on the Pyrotechnic Monument. At the same time, a number slowly appeared in the center of the Pyrotechnical Tablet: five.

"Fifth Grade Fire Seed!"

There was a hint of relief in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he stepped forward to pat the child's head: "Son, come on, light the fire as soon as possible, the fifth rank is already qualified to enter the outer court."

"Yes, father."

The child also had a happy smile on his face, but when he turned around, he saw Jiang Yuan and the others, and subconsciously became nervous.

"Master? There are so many elders?"

The middle-aged man turned around to look, his face suddenly revealed a look of shock, and then hurriedly brought his son to salute everyone.

"Zhao Jiaolong, a disciple of the outer court, pays a visit to the master and the elders." "Zhao Jiaolong, I remember you. You have been admitted to the hospital for more than 20 years. You are a fourth-grade fire seed, and now you can skillfully refine a first- and second-grade elixir. In the courtyard, it can be regarded as the middle man's capital. Now your son has more fifth-grade qualifications.

Unlimited. "

Murong Feng said with a smile.

"Elder Murong actually remembers me?"

A flash of astonishment flashed in Zhao Jiaolong's eyes, and then his heart was filled with infinite emotion, and he cupped his hands at Murong Feng and said, "Thank you, Elder Murong, for your compliment."

"Since your son is a fifth-grade aptitude, he is qualified to worship under a Nirvana statue. Then I will choose a good teacher for him."

Murong Feng laughed.

"Thank you, Elder Murong!"

Zhao Jiaolong burst into tears of gratitude.

With Murong Feng helping his son choose a master, his son's position in the outer court in the future is destined to be higher than him!

"You step aside."

Murong Feng smiled and nodded, then his eyes fell on Su Han: "It's your turn."

"Boy, go, I believe you will not lie to the old man."

The fat old man smiled at Su Han.

"The headmaster and elders are here to test the qualifications of fire for this son?"

Xia Qing, Zhao Jiaolong and the others were a little surprised.

Zhao Jiaolong's son stared at Su Han even more, with a trace of competitiveness in his eyes.

The fifth-grade fire seed, placed in the outer courtyard of the Valley of the Dead, is not weak. After all, it means that he has the opportunity to advance to the Yuandan realm in the future.

Even though there may not be one hundred warriors with fifth-grade fire seeds who can successfully advance to Yuandan, the 1% chance is beyond the reach of ordinary warriors!

Su Han smiled, and walked slowly towards the Fire Seed Monument.

"System, can you cover up my Primordial Purple Extreme Thunder Dragon, and only let the Fire Seed Heaven Monument test the grade of Panwang Ding?"

"Can."

Su Han heaved a sigh of relief when he got the system's positive answer. He also wanted to know which level his Pan Wang Ding was in among the nine ranks.

Judging from the silver light that came out of the Tinder Monument just now, the Tinder Monument in the Valley of the Dead should have a more detailed test of the Tinder grade.

At least when he was testing the tinder aptitude in the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was no light of any color from the tinder monument. Su Han's palm was gently placed on the Pyrotechnic Monument.