Under One Person: Beginning of the Wang Family Young Master

The next morning, the audience seats were so sparse that only a dozen or so spectators remained, dotted here and there.

In the middle of the venue, five of the Ten Masters - Old Heavenly Master, Lu Jin, Wang Ai, Lu Ci, and Feng Zhenghao - stood side by side.

On one side, a little Taoist boy steadily held up a tray containing the Tongtian Lu and waited.

Wang Quan stood opposite these seniors, looking directly at the Old Heavenly Master, whose majesty was like an insurmountable Mount Tai, which made him feel awed and almost want to retreat.

"Wang Quan, according to the agreement before the game, you have only two choices: one is to become the successor of the Heavenly Master, and the other is to accept Old Lu's "Tongtian Lu"."

The words of the old Heavenly Master were loud and clear, and there was no doubt about it.

"Are you really not afraid that I will choose the successor of the Heavenly Master?"

Wang Quan grinned, and scared old man Wang Ai so much that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

If this kid made a fool of himself at this time, if he really angered the old Heavenly Master, the two of them would not be enough for the old Heavenly Master to slap twice.

However, the old Heavenly Master just remained silent and waited for Wang Quan's decision.

Wang Quan did not dare to cross the line, and there was no need to be locked by a Heavenly Master. He turned around and wanted to leave the way he came.

At this time, Lu Jin stepped forward at the right time, took the tray from the Taoist boy, and called him.

"Boy, since you don't plan to become a celestial master, this Tongtian Lu belongs to you now!"

Wang Quan's steps slowed down slightly, and he turned around to thank him, but he unexpectedly refused: "Thank you, senior, but... I don't plan to take it."

As soon as this was said, not only was there an uproar in the audience, but even Lu Jin showed a surprised look and looked at Wang Ai involuntarily.

Wang Ai really understood his eyes: What does your kid mean?

He put on a look of knowing everything and responded with a laugh: "The child has grown up and has his own ideas. As an elder, I can only support him."

So, the five of them watched Wang Quan walk away until his figure disappeared from their sight.

At the other end of the passage, Wang Quan and Zhang Chulan met unexpectedly. One was carrying a heavy burden, and the other was detached from the world, forming a sharp contrast between the two.

The moment he stepped out of the door, Wang Quan looked up at the vast sky, and an unprecedented bright smile bloomed on his face.

He whispered to himself: "I'm out."

At this moment, sweat dripped down his hair roots, and a chill surged from his back. His legs trembled slightly, and he could hardly stand.

After Mr. Lu finished speaking, he tried his best to restrain the urge to reach out and touch the Tongtian Talisman. Only God knew the struggle.

At this moment, although he was on the edge of the vortex of temptation, his mind was still clear, and the door had not been completely closed.

He knew that once he took the Tongtian Talisman at this moment, the demons in his heart would follow him like a shadow, becoming a shackle that he could not get rid of in this life.

With his current cultivation and ability, mastering the two strange skills of Juling Lings and Shenji Bailian was already the limit.

If he greedily asked for more, he would not only fail to gain more, but might also burn himself and shake his foundation.

"Is it really impossible to reduce the disadvantages of the God's Hand?" Wang Quan frowned slightly and sighed, his heart full of helplessness and doubts.

"Forget it, if that's the case, just treat it as a way to temper my own character."

He comforted himself, then resolutely took a firm step and slowly walked towards his residence.

Tonight is destined to be not peaceful, only by conserving energy can we stay awake and strong in this turmoil.

Not to mention anything else, a rare dinner must be bathed and changed, and greeted in the best state

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When the night fell quietly, only a waning moon was left in the sky.

After seeing off all the guests, the old Taoist priest and Tian Jinzhong slowly walked to an ancient attic.

Here, Xu San and Xu Si had been waiting for a long time with Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, and the atmosphere was filled with a solemn and expectant atmosphere.

Then, it was the highlight.

The old Taoist priest is about to personally perform the ordination ceremony for Zhang Chulan, which is the core purpose of their trip.

As Zhang Chulan followed the old Taoist priest into the depths of the attic, Xu San and Xu Si also went their separate ways to arrange the follow-up matters of the company.

Soon, Wang Quan appeared in Feng Baobao's sight in the night, a little slowly.

"Tsk, it seems that I am late."

He whispered to himself, then turned to Feng Baobao, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone: "Baoer, remember my words, keep your eyes on this attic."

"Unless Zhang Chulan himself

"If he comes out to find you, or there is any unusual movement in the attic, you must not leave without permission."

"If he comes out, he will naturally go with you; even if something happens, the old Taoist priest is inside, and no one can touch him."

After giving these instructions, Wang Quan turned and left, with a bit of determination in his steps, a barely perceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, but a bloodthirsty cold light flashing in the depths of his eyes, as if he could see through all the threats in the darkness.

After hearing this, Feng Baobao simply responded with an "Oh", and then looked up at the attic quietly as he said.

On the other side, Zhang Lingyu quietly walked out of his residence, deliberately avoiding the sight of his fellow disciples on the mountain to prevent being accidentally involved in the storm.

In the deep forest, tiny sounds intertwined, and then two figures slowly walked out from the depths of the dense forest.

"Master Lingyu, you are not sleeping so late, sneaking out alone, are you going to secretly practice the treasured skills you just got? "

Yuan Tao's figure was slightly hunched, and he fiddled with two beads in his hands with an unhappy look.

If it weren't for Gong Qing's request, he had no intention of getting involved in such troubles.

After all, he lost two Nine Dragons last night because of Wang Quan's matter, and was suffering from the backlash. At this moment, he was just using Zhang Lingyu's name to vent his dissatisfaction and intended to bring out an old acquaintance, or in other words, an enemy.

Just when the atmosphere between the two sides was tense, a figure passed over their heads like a ghost. It was Wang Quan.

He was covered with a pure white mask, and a dazzling golden star was dotted between his eyebrows, which made him look particularly mysterious.

After possessing the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements, Yuan Tao and his accomplices were no longer in his eyes, so he passed by everyone without hesitation. , and headed straight for the target behind.

His eyes first locked on a young man wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a soul-calling banner on his shoulders. There were a few strands of unruly black hair on both sides of his cheeks.

The grave-crying man, Xue Fan!

Xue Fan had originally hidden in the treetops, waiting for the arrival of Mr. Lu and his Lu family army. Unexpectedly, the Lu family army did not come, but the King of Hell came.

Faced with this sudden change, Xue Fan was shocked and did not even think about escaping. He turned around and wanted to escape into the night.

He knew very well that those who had a little strength in the mountains recently had received warnings from Mr. Tan Lang, and everyone was afraid.

However, fate played tricks on him. As soon as he set off, he met Wang Quan head-on and could not help but lament:

"My life is miserable!"