Looking at the Jinqing Old Taoist who came to him on the fourth floor of the Sutra Pavilion, Wang Yu bowed and gave his reply: "Uncle Master, the inheritance of the ancestral court will begin tomorrow, and I have limited time at this moment.

Of course, we must first learn the Taoist and magical powers that are more important to me.

When the inheritance is over, if the Sutra Pavilion allows me to enter, I should calm down and comprehend various wonderful methods again."

Looking at Wang Yu who had a serious reply to himself, it was Jin Qing's old Taoist's turn to be confused: "The days of inheritance of the ancestral court are indeed the day after tomorrow, but what does this have to do with you?

I observed the magic power in your body that day, and you should have entered the realm of the wizards, but the day after tomorrow it was a competition between the disciples of the Taoist Child Realm.

You, a monk in the wizard realm, will you still have to compete with the disciples in the Taoist realm for that bunch of blessed land spiritual energy?

This time, there were more than a hundred disciples in the Taoist Child Realm.

The rules of the arena set by us are more about allowing the disciples to show what they are best at, so that the second-generation disciples present can work together to provide targeted guidance.

As we expect, this stage competition in the Children's Realm will take at least ten or eight days.

Or do you also lack guidance from teachers who are not as good as yours?"

The words of the old Taoist Jin Qing confused Wang Yu.

Could it be that he had made a mistake in the word "Ring"?

When he was fighting black boxing in Southeast Asia, he never took three minutes to play in a ring.

A hundred disciples can compete in the ring, and the first round plus the roll title and the effort of going on stage and getting off stage can be completed in up to three or four hours!

In the second round, the third round and other stages, there are even fewer people.

Overall, it’s enough for a day!

After his mind circulated, Wang Yu understood that he was wrong.

The Black Fist ring is to set up a dealer to attract gambling funds to kill pigs, so naturally the faster the pace, the more attractive it is.

Maoshan's arena is to cast a wide net to cultivate more outstanding disciples, so as to ensure that Maoshan will not really be in a slump in the great disaster.

The two have different ideas in their own right, and of course there are worlds of difference in form.

"So, I have at least ten days left?" After knowing that I had enough time and smelling the sour smell on my body, Wang Yu felt that he should go back to the courtyard where Uncle Jiu lived and rest for a day or two.

Although his energy is so strong that he never sleeps for seven days and seven nights, he doesn't feel tired, but since he is not in a hurry, he will work so hard because he is sick in his brain.

Regarding Wang Yu's question, Old Taoist Jin Qing quickly responded: "To be precise, you should have half a month left to spend in the Sutra Pavilion.

After the disciples in the Taoist Child Realm were competed, there were disciples in the Magician Realm.

Although the number of people is a big shortage, it also takes time.

You are going to see the competition in the training level. Your masters and aunts all have unique abilities.

Look more to increase your experience.

In this way, during the trial of the mage realm, you will not be confused by the various Taoist talismans of me and other people."

After bowing again, Wang Yu looked at Jin Qing and said, "Uncle Master, I'm a little confused, I want to ask you, old man.

Although the boy is the only one among so many Maoshan disciples who have stepped into the Sutra Pavilion, he has indeed derived a magical power to the realm of great success.

But if that's the case, the boy shouldn't be able to be the uncle of the master. You value it so much, right?

You are not talented, but you are a monk at the mage realm. You can still feel it if you pay attention to it all the time.

I also ask Uncle Master to give the boy a reasonable answer, otherwise he will be unable to sleep or eat!"

Wang Yu, who has achieved great powers in the two sects of Tianyan and Tianer, had already discovered that the old Taoist Jin Qing had paid attention to him in these six days, and he had passed the boundaries?

However, it was too much of a waste of energy to put many Taoist seals into my mind. Wang Yu really couldn't take out his energy a few days ago and went to discuss these things with the old Taoist Jin Qing.

Now, Wang Yu, who is preparing to leave the Sutra Pavilion temporarily, has the energy, so he is naturally ready to ask clearly.

The current system in Maoshan is centered on the head of the sect. These elders in the sacrificial realm should pay more attention to Shi Jian's son Shi Shaojian.

Although no one knows that Shi Shaojian is Shi Jian’s son at present.

But he is also the only disciple of the head, and he should be more worthy of attention than him, an ordinary disciple!

Although he, an ordinary disciple of the third generation, is outstanding in talent, as long as Shi Jian is still sitting in the position of Maoshan Master for a day, it will not be his turn to come to Xiao Xiang.

At most, when he is old and weak in the future, he can go back to Maoshan like the old Taoist Jin Qing to live in his old age and live in his old age in the name of the elder.

Mr. Jin Qing did not care about Wang Yu's question, but felt even more satisfied: "Be cautious and sensitive.

Boy, I am now more and more optimistic that you can inherit the Maoshan heritage.

You ask me why I have to invest so much energy in you and why I value you so much.

I can tell you, but you must guarantee that if you say something today, you will be able to get out of my mouth and into your ears, and that's all, no third person will know."

Wang Yu did not hesitate to make an oath with the Taoist path.

He really wanted to hear what earth-shaking secrets this uncle, who was not very familiar with, could tell him.

Hearing Wang Yu directly swore on the road, the old Taoist Jin Qing paused for a moment and gave Wang Yu an explanation: "The reason why I value you boy is because I can't see the hope that my Maoshan disciples can pass on my Maoshan.

I thought Shi Jian was the master of revival with great talent.

But since he chose to go on a wrong path because he could not go further in the sacrificial realm for a long time.

I knew that he was not the one who could lead me through the great catastrophe and be reborn in the fire.

Does he treat everyone as a fool?

Shi Shaojian was almost exactly the same as his youthful expression. I really thought that I could not tell that it was his species.

If this is the case, as long as Maoshan can be passed on, we will not be able to accept the whole life of our family.

But when he studied the evil deeds that our ancestors explicitly forbidden, I couldn't bear it anymore.

I have had scum in Maoshan all the time, but more of them are loyal and righteous people who kill demons and eliminate demons.

Those evil deeds, every sect needs to be practiced, are covered in blood.

He is the head of Maoshan and the leader of the world's upright faction.

How could he be so self-destructive!”

Looking at the old Taoist Jin Qing who said in anger and had a ferocious face and a mouthful of saliva, Wang Yu did not give any comfort to the old Maoshan anger.

Because he knew that this was an old man from Maoshan Sect mourning his misfortune and angering him not to fight.

No matter how much he said, he could not empathize with this old Maoshan man.
Chapter completed!