"'Human Ancestor...', what do you mean by this?" The 'old man' shook his head, his eyes were sad and somewhat sympathetic.
It didn't know how to comfort this group of people. Speaking of which, this 'cauldron' really belonged to Renzu.
If the other party hadn't been too strong at the beginning, even the descendants would have been more talented than the last, and they would have pressed all the other 'foreign races' of the [Psychic Society] to the ground and rubbed them.
In just a few hundred years, it had offended almost all foreign races and left them unable to recover.
If not, how could these heroic spirits deliberately target Ying Zheng?
You must know that his [Combined Attack Technique of Twelve Bronze Figurines] can no longer be described as outstanding talent, but truly outstanding. At the peak of the [Psychic Society], few people could cover up his talent.
Style.
How many heroic spirits are there in the [Hidden Spirit Tombstone]? It should be about three hundred.
[The combined attack method of twelve bronze figurines] can last for fifty-seven breaths, which means that there are fifty-seven heroic spirits who are optimistic about this skill of his. Even though it is only one sixth, but this is not the case in the [Psionic Society]
】, which is already very rare.
You know, so far, not many people have been able to spend more than fifty breaths on the [Hidden Soul Tombstone].
After all, flowers come to their own eyes.
Besides their president, who else’s technique can make all the ‘heroic spirits’ vibrate at the same time?
Even the most talented Wu Ya couldn't do it. He came to [Hidden Spirit Tombstone] and only managed ninety-three breaths...
The thoughts of the 'old man' drifted further and further away.
Many forgotten memories gradually came to life, and when they looked at 'Huang Di', 'Ying Zheng...' their eyes became more complicated.
The talent of the human race.
Of course, needless to say, that human ancestor, who is second only to the ‘President’, has already proven it.
They could have continued their glory, but because of Ren Zu's fault, they could only stop as inner disciples. How can we not let them feel sad?
If this didn't happen.
It firmly believes that it won't be long before a super-ninth-grade being will be born again among these human races.
You can even take it with you to follow the footsteps of the people in the [Psychic Society], but unfortunately, it was destroyed by these short-sighted people in the [Hidden Spirit Tombstone].
But now, it is just a person responsible for assessment. Even if it feels unhappy, it cannot break the rules.
This rule is set by the president.
Even if it wants to break it, it can only wait until the day when its strength exceeds that of the 'Guild President'. Otherwise, just the thunder that falls will be enough to wipe it out.
Following the last 'foreign race...' and after taking the assessment, the old man's thoughts returned to the people at the gate of [Tiangong].
After seeing three more aliens becoming true disciples, the gatekeeper almost couldn't help but curse.
Has he really fallen?
In other words, these 'heroic spirits' stayed in the [Soul Burial Tombstone] for too long and were eager to find someone to talk to, so the assessment threshold was lowered to the point where they would even blush.
The skills of these three foreign races, the first two are not bad, barely reaching thirty breaths.
But what happened to the last one? After only eighteen breaths, he was accepted as a true disciple. Is there any bottom line for still riding a horse?
This was when the [Psychic Society] was at its peak, and no one, not even their own descendants, dared to accept the 'Eighteen Breaths' as the true inheritance. Once they did, they would be despised by thousands of people.
At that time, let alone eighteen, even thirty-eight could not touch the threshold of true inheritance.
"Things have changed and people have changed." The 'old man' closed his eyes and murmured with a bitter look on his face.
As for 'Xian Qiong' and 'Magic Oyster...', after becoming true disciples, their chests seemed to have become straighter.
The eyes he looked at several [Ancient Ancient Clan] began to look condescending.
Seeing that the old man didn't urge anything: "Who's next?"
'Magic Oyster' immediately jumped over the 'Tsk' of his agent, 'Tsk'...' he smiled strangely and said: "Xuanyuan, your [Mao] tribe has suffered heavy losses. If nothing else happens, the whole army should be annihilated.
.”
‘Xianqiong’ also laughed and attacked, saying: “The four people from the [Mao] clan can’t even grab the position of a ‘true disciple’. Who would believe it?”
"Hahaha…"
Demon Oyster said cheerfully: "It's so satisfying to have no chance of transcending the ninth level."
"Moji, where is your brain?" Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows and retorted.
Mo Oyster's face darkened: "What do you mean?"
Ying Zheng said "ha..." a few times, with contemptuous eyes, and said: "We were just squeezed out by a group of bastards, and we were not expelled from the [Psychic Society]. Even in the cave below, there are tens of thousands of avenues. Where can I find it?"
Can’t comprehend the method of transcending the ninth level?
Even if you are lucky and become a true disciple, so what? Whether a backdoor thing can break through to the Transcendent Ninth Grade faster than us, it is especially unclear."
"You..." Demon Oyster was so angry.
Talk about words.
How could it, the leader of the [Demon] race, be comparable to a human race like Ying Zheng?
"Brother Mo, we are true disciples now, so we have to maintain our grace." 'Xian Qiong' smiled and blinked.
He secretly transmitted a message to the angry-looking Demon Oyster and said: "There is no need to talk too fast with them. Didn't this 'old man' say that the following offenses are taboo in the [Psychic Society]?
When the remaining two people fail the assessment, we will be the ones who are above them. At that time, even if we cannot kill them on the spot, we will have to instruct them to do something.
How can these inner disciples, who are of a lower status, refuse? If they want to calm down to practice and dream, I will make them busy from beginning to end, without even a moment of leisure."
"What a good idea..." 'Magic Oyster''s eyes lit up, and the anger in his chest immediately dissipated completely.
"Ying Zheng" turned aside coldly, and after looking at the others, he stopped arguing with them.
Instead, he turned to look at the old man and urged, "Senior, we have been waiting for such a long time. We should hurry up in the assessment. We cannot let the heroic seniors in [Tombstone] wait for us all the time."
The 'old man' glanced at it and ignored it: "Who among you will be next?"
"It's better for me to go." Shennong said with a bitter smile.
'Ying Zheng' pursed his lips and secretly transmitted the message, saying: "I remember that you have practiced [Breath Condensation Technique], right?"
Shennong was startled: "Is this...useful?"
He naturally understands Ying Zheng's consciousness.
It's nothing more than using [Breath Condensation Technique] to cover one's own aura to paralyze those heroic spirits.
This way you can avoid being targeted by them.
However, heroic spirits are not stupid...
"Give it a try and treat yourself like Sima." Ying Zheng said with an indifferent expression.
Shennong still frowned: "Even if you pass this level, when you go to their territory, you will still find that I am a 'human race'."
"So what?" Ying Zheng sneered and said: "It's just one less person to teach. Their territory and the number of 'roads' must be more than the caves below."
"Just think of it as picking up a holy land for cultivation for free."
"Then... let me give it a try." 'Shen Nong' laughed and walked straight towards the [Spirit Burial Tombstone].
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Ying Zheng had to rely on Ying Zheng for this kind of thing. As for whether it would make these heroic spirits angry, it was completely outside his scope of consideration.
Since its birth, the "human race" has followed the path of "must compete in martial arts".
Fight with the sky, fight with the earth, fight with monsters, fight with ancient tribes...
Countless humans will fall at every step.
Now that there is such a holy land for cultivation, how can we not fight for it?
As for the anger of the heroic spirits, if there is, then resist it forcefully; if not, then just pick up a holy land for nothing. In the eyes of the human race, this business will never be a loss...