"Since I haven't seen Wu Yuan break into Hengtian Pavilion, I don't know what Elder Tian thinks of Wu Yuan." Zhao Baifan said, "But I just tried it with Wu Yuan, and I only have four words."

"Which four words?" the old man in black robe and white hair asked curiously.

"He is a genius." Zhao Baifan spat out four words.

The old man in black robe and white hair tapped the handrail with his fingertips, as if he was deep in thought. After a while, he softly said: "Okay, I'll go see Elder Huan, and we'll make a decision after discussing it."

"Palace Master..." Zhao Baifan was about to speak.

"Bai Fan." The old man in black robes and white hair sighed softly: "This Wu Yuan is indeed very talented, but Supreme Rain is not in the sect now. As for Supreme Sword? You understand his character."

Zhao Baifan was speechless and suddenly understood.

The two great princes of the sect.

Yu Taishang has a fiery personality and is extremely powerful. He pays great attention to everyone in the sect and often interferes in all matters.

And the Sword Master?

To put it nicely, he likes purity, but to put it badly, he is indifferent. Even the sect leader and the masters of various halls cannot see him all year round.

"Then please trouble me, Lord." Zhao Baifan complimented.

"What do I have to worry about?" the old man in black robes and white hair said with a smile: "If there is such a genius, everyone in the sect should work together and do everything possible to make it grow."

"You go back first."

"Yes." Zhao Baifan quickly exited the hall.

The old man in black robe and white hair was left alone.

"I didn't expect that this guy Gao Yu was right." The old man in black robe and white hair showed a smile: "Since the defeat at Hengshan, first Xu Hui shined, and then Wu Yuan appeared. Haha, maybe, God really blessed me.

Hengyun Sect."

Whoosh!

He ducked out of the way and disappeared into the main hall, looking nothing like an old man who was nearly a hundred years old.

…

Soon after, there were eight sides of the Yunshan Mountain, one of which was a bright cliff, hundreds of feet high in the sky, as if it had been split open by a peerless master.

Therefore, it is also called ‘Wanren Cliff’!

There is a huge cave on the cliff. This cliff, within a radius of one thousand meters, is the forbidden area of ​​the Hengyun Sect. It is guarded by special soldiers. Ordinary disciples are not allowed to approach without an order.

Whoosh!

A purple-robed figure quickly approached the cliff along the road and landed in front of the last house on the cliff.

He is quite fat. At first glance, he looks about fifty, with a few streaks of flesh on his face. He looks fierce and very difficult to mess with.

"Elder Huan." Several sergeants on guard saluted respectfully.

"Your Majesty, how have you been lately?" The fat old man in purple robe said, but his voice was very gentle, completely different from his face.

"Your Majesty, as always, Your Majesty just comes here every few days to get some food." A sergeant said respectfully.

They are all very familiar with the fat old man in purple robes. Although he is an elder, he has a very good character and never puts on airs.

"Um."

The fat old man in purple robe nodded: "I'm going to see the Supreme Being."

Several sergeants saluted.

Whoosh! The fat old man in purple robe jumped hundreds of meters in a few flashes. Although his body was fat, he was extremely flexible and could walk on the steep cliff as if he were walking on flat ground.

In just a few steps, he landed nearly a hundred meters down the cliff.

Whoosh! He dodged and rushed into the cave. The cave was extremely huge and had extremely obvious traces of artificial excavation.

You can imagine what a huge project it would be to dig on such a cliff.

"Father." The fat old man in purple robe kneeled respectfully on the ground: "My son has come to see you and wants to say hello to you. I wonder how your father is doing lately?"

His voice was loud, echoing in the cave, and then floated out of the cave, being carried away by the strong winds.

After a while, there was no sound.

The fat old man in purple robe couldn't help but raise his head, and suddenly realized that he didn't know where he was behind him.

A very thin middle-aged man was already standing.

He is very thin and well-proportioned. He is dressed in a white robe and looks extremely capable.

At first glance, it seems very ordinary, with no sign of martial arts practice at all.

Only his unusually large hands, as well as his seemingly unkempt appearance with a long beard, made people feel that he was extraordinary.

Like crazy.

A pair of eyes are so calm that they seem to be worthy of the world.

If Wu Yuan were here and saw such a template, he would definitely think of a type of person in his mind - Taoist priests! And they are Taoist priests who truly practice hard!

"Father."

The fat old man in purple robe stood up and said in surprise: "My father's cultivation seems to have improved a lot."

"I haven't seen you for half a year, and your weight seems to have improved a lot." The middle-aged man in white robe and long beard said calmly.

The fat old man in purple robe couldn't help but touch his head in embarrassment.

"I have long told you that you can live longer by eating less, doing fewer things, and doing clean things." The middle-aged man in white robe and long beard shook his head slightly: "You are nearly twenty years younger than me, but what do you look like? What a shame.

You are still a second-grade martial artist. I have taught you martial arts for twenty years, and in the end you have mastered martial arts."

"I'm afraid, I will send you away in the end." The middle-aged man in white robe and long beard shook his head.

The fat old man in purple robe smiled and said: "Father, don't worry, the child will eat less when he gets back."

"Every time I train you, you are still happy." The middle-aged man in white robe and long beard walked to the edge of the cliff, overlooking the vast land below.

"My child is over seventy years old and still has his father's teachings. He is extremely happy. How can he not laugh?" The fat old man in purple robe said with a smile: "Every time I come here, I see that my father is in good health, and the child feels relieved."

"You kid."

The middle-aged man in white robe and long beard shook his head and laughed: "Tell me, why do you come to see me this time?"

"I'm here for a disciple." The fat old man in purple robe continued: "This disciple's name is Wu Yuan, he is only fourteen years old..."

quickly.

The fat old man in purple robe told the general situation of Wu Yuan, and handed over a stack of files: "Father, please take a look."

"Fourteen years and seven months old, broke Patriarch Fang Xia's Hengtian Pavilion record?" The middle-aged man in white robe and long beard became interested and took the file.

Read it quickly.

Close up.

"It's interesting. It should have opened the Upper Dantian Palace. If he practices hard and doesn't slack off, he has great hope of becoming a master."

The middle-aged man in white robes and long beard said calmly: "You have done a good job in running the sect, and you have discovered such a genius. When he grows up, there is hope that he can take back Hengshan Mansion."

"Thank you father for the compliment."

The fat old man in purple robe continued: "It's just that it's difficult for us to teach such a genius well, so I dare to come and ask father, can you teach this son personally?"

"You want me to accept a disciple?" The middle-aged man in white robe and long beard seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Father, I have learned from you." The fat old man in purple robe lowered his head, feeling uneasy.

"Hey! Come on, I know you are working hard, so I don't blame you." The middle-aged man in white robe and long beard returned to normal, shook his head and said: "This Wu Yuan is indeed a piece of jade, but you know my temper.

I won’t take on a disciple.”

"If you weren't my biological son, I wouldn't teach you."

"Father." The fat old man in purple robe couldn't help but said.

"No need to say more." The middle-aged man in white robe and long beard frowned and said: "You understand me, I only want to stay away from the troubles of the world, I only want to climb the heavenly list and seek the road to immortality!"

The fat old man in purple robe smiled bitterly.

How could he not understand?

"A person's spirit is limited, and his lifespan is even more limited. It will be difficult if he is distracted by other things." The middle-aged man in a white robe and long beard said softly: "The more you are distracted by your family, disciples, and love, the more you can live forever."

There is only one less hope.”

"Human energy is more limited. When it reaches the limit of the human body, it must be strengthened and cultivated. It cannot be wasted easily. In this way, it can live longer. You, Master Guanyu, have unparalleled fighting power. You can lose your true energy in countless battles. At least you will

He will live twenty years shorter than me!"

"Manpower is limited, but the world is endless!"

"I live on a cliff and look at the heaven and earth for thousands of miles. The more I feel, the more I feel that the world is chaotic and my heart is confused. The heaven and earth are vast and the immortal path is indistinct."

"After sitting idle for thirty years, I have glimpsed the gate of heaven and man. I don't have much time left." The middle-aged man in white robe and long beard said calmly: "Don't say that Wu Yuan is expected to be a master."

"Even if he is talented, he still can't arouse my interest."
To be continued...