Mystic God-level Emperor System

When Su Han's palm was placed on the Pyrotechnical Monument, everyone's expressions showed a trace of nervousness.

Xia Qing and the others looked at Su Han in astonishment. He was young and unfamiliar, and he probably wasn't a disciple of the Valley of the Dead.

For Jiang Yuan and the others to value him so much, and to appear so nervous, they guessed in their hearts that Su Han's background must be extraordinary!

After a few breaths, a purple-gold light slowly emerged from the Pyro Seed Stele. Although the light was rather dim, the color was indeed purple-gold!

Murong Feng's expression turned livid, and there was a hint of regret in the depths of his eyes.

If he had known that Su Han's aptitude was so good, not only would he not have offended Su Han, but he would have asked Su Han to kowtow to his teacher immediately.

Being able to accept a disciple with ninth-grade aptitude, even he will be rewarded by the inner court of the Valley of the Dead!

"Purple gold? Am I right?"

Xia Qing was stunned.

Zhao Jiaolong and his son were also stunned in place. Purple gold is the color in legends. How many purple-gold aptitudes have been tested in Martial Arts Inheritance Hall for so many years?

Very few!

"damn it."

Murong Bai clenched his fists tightly, his face extremely smelly.

After Jiang Yao was shocked, a smile appeared on her face, which showed that Su Han was not lying, he was indeed a ninth-grade fire seed!

Although the aura of purple gold is extremely weak, the fire can only be lower than the ninth rank, but no matter whether it is high, middle or low, the ninth rank fire is the ninth rank fire!

Among the younger generation, Su Han should be the second person in the Valley of the Dead who owns the ninth-grade fire seed!

A number gradually condensed on the Tinder Monument: Nine!

"Ninth Grade Fire Seed..."

Zhao Jiaolong looked at Su Han and muttered to himself, his eyes were full of envy.

Such an existence must be the top true biography in the inner court that ordinary disciples cannot touch in the future!

"Hahaha! Good!"

The fat old man laughed excitedly: "I, Jiuyin Peak, can finally make my mark again! Patriarch Zhou must be very pleased to know that!"

"Congratulations, Master Zhou."

Jiang Yuan cupped his hands with a complicated expression and said with a smile.

Everyone thought that King Wu of Zhou was really under the spring to bless him, otherwise how could it be so coincidental that the order of apprenticeship he bestowed had brought a disciple with ninth-grade aptitude to the Valley of the Dead?

"Su Han, go, follow me back to Jiuyin Peak!"

The fat old man stepped forward and grabbed Su Han's arm, about to take him away.

At this moment, Murong Feng suddenly stood up, cupped his hands to the fat old man and said, "Wait a minute, Master Zhou."

"What's your business?"

The fat old man looked at Murong Feng indifferently. Murongfeng smiled, "He took King Wu of Zhou's apprenticeship order, so he should be admitted to the inner court, but the Lord Zhou's Jiuyin Peak is in the outer court. It's not suitable because of emotion and reason. Valley of the Dead, I met him first, logically speaking, he should

It is to worship Qingyun Peak. "

Everyone's expressions became weird, Jiang Yuan looked at Murong Feng and frowned.

"Jiuyin Peak is in the outer courtyard?"

Su Han was slightly taken aback.

He originally thought that the fat old man should also be a figure in the inner court, not to mention that he is a descendant of King Wu of Zhou, a direct descendant of the dignified King Wu, how could he get mixed up in the outer court?

"Murong Feng, you are so courageous, you dare to plot against my apprentice?"

The smile on the fat old man's face gradually disappeared.

"Peak Master Zhou, how dare I set his mind on him? It's just Master Zhou's cultivation base and... the current situation of Jiuyin Peak, I'm afraid it's not suitable for accepting the ninth-rank Tianjiao. ..."

Murong Feng laughed.

Whether public or private, he will strive to let Su Han worship into Qingyun Peak, and not control Su Han in his hands. When such an existence grows up, it will be a great threat to him!

"What's wrong with my cultivation? Murong Feng, you'd better think clearly about what you're saying. I used to be the master of the peak in the inner courtyard, and I'm on the same level as your master!"

The fat old man shouted sharply.

"It's a pity that you were defeated by Gong Xin Chou of the Great Immortal Dynasty. The main fire seed was destroyed, and now there is only a fourth-rank secondary fire seed left. There is no hope of stepping into the realm of Wu Zun again in this life."

A middle-aged man walked slowly into the Martial Arts Inheritance Hall and smiled at the fat old man.

"Uncle!"

There was a hint of surprise in Murong Feng's eyes.

The person who came was Qingyun Peak's No. 2 person, the Daoist Qingwu with the tenth level cultivation of Yuan Dan Realm!

Qingwu is the younger brother of Peak Lord Qingyun. The two worshiped together in the Valley of the Dead when they were young, and they are the direct disciples of King Xiaoriwu.

"Qingwu, what do you mean?"

The fat old man looked at the visitor coldly.

"It's nothing interesting. I took in a disciple outside. I wanted to bring her to test the fire seed's aptitude. I didn't expect such a coincidence to encounter this."

Qingwu said with a smile.

It was only then that everyone realized that there was a woman about the same age as Su Han standing behind him. The woman had a beautiful appearance and was as cold as ice. fighting spirit.

"Murongfeng is right. Ninth-grade fire seeds must be worshiped in the inner court. Since this son came to the Valley of the Dead, the first thing he saw was Murongfeng, so he should be my disciple of Qingyun Peak."

Qingwu smiled lightly.

"What if I disagree?"

The fat old man's face became a little ugly.

"You might as well ask him if he would like to worship Qingyun Peak in the inner court, or stay in Jiuyin Peak in the outer court. In the outer court, the skills he can learn are only four or five ranks.

In addition, our Valley of the Dead is famous for its alchemy, and only the inner courtyard has the real inheritance of alchemy. The disciples of the outer courtyard can only refine the third-grade elixir at most! "

Qingwu said with a smile.

After a pause, "Peak Master Zhou, although you used to be a strong Martial Venerable, now you are expelled from the inner court without permission.

You can't teach the disciples of the outer court the exercises that exceed the prescribed grade without authorization. Are you sure you want to bury this student's aptitude and let him waste time in the outer court with you? "

The fat old man's expression changed several times. "Boy, what he said is right. If you go to Jiuyin Peak with me, the highest skill I can teach you is no more than fifth grade, and the alchemy you can learn is no higher than third grade. Think about it and see Stay at Jiuyin Peak, or go to Qingyun Peak.

"

The fat old man said to Su Han with an ugly expression.

"Is there any need to think about it? From Qingyun Peak to the peak master, down to the peak master's disciples, all of them have small stomachs. If I go to Qingyun Peak, I am afraid that I will die for no reason one day. Master, we should go back to Jiuyin Peak Bar."

Su Han smiled lightly.

Everyone was stunned.

Is this courting death?

Xia Qing and Zhao Jiaolong were dumbfounded, and even the woman brought by Qing Wu was shocked, let alone Murong Bai and Jiang Yao.

A sudden anger appeared in Qingwu's eyes, and he shouted: "Do you dare to insult the master of the peak?"

"What's the matter? What do you want to do? Can't you kill him? If the headmasters of the inner court find out about this, be careful to beat you to death!"

After hearing Su Han's words, the fat old man's eyes flashed bursts of surprise, and then he heard the threat from real Qingwu, he immediately took a step forward, not to be outdone, and cursed at Qingwu.

Qing Wu's expression changed several times, it seemed that the headmaster of the inner court that the fat old man said had greatly intimidated him, making him dare not get mad on the spot.

"Disciple, let's go! I will help you settle your status as a disciple of the inner court. Although we stay in the outer court, you are still a disciple of the inner court! One day, we will take back the Zhou family's 'Tian Dao Peak'! "

The fat old man sneered, grabbed Su Han's arm, and left the Martial Arts Heritage Hall in front of everyone! After hearing the three words Tiandao Peak, complex expressions flashed in everyone's eyes.