Chapter 1573: Normal Cultivation

The emperor's talent, as long as it is cultivated normally, will definitely be called the emperor. There have been no exceptions since ancient times. However, the emperor's talent was born under the door of the Divine Land Holy Land or Yipinzong, which is a natural blessing, and it is not a lucky thing to appear in the bluestone capital.

It is easy to understand that the trees in the forest are beautiful, and the wind is destroying it. Now Xiao Wuyou can be protected by Qingyun Palace, and Qingyun Palace is like a fish in water. But once they arrived at the Four Emperors Hall and were known to the first and second level families about the emperor's talents, they would definitely target Xiao Wuyou and hope to eliminate it. The talents of the emperor can be called the talents of the emperor, but only if they can live forever how to die on the road, even if it is the talent of the emperor.

The competition between the governors is extremely brutal. Becoming a believer in Shendi Holy Land means going directly to Tianting, and the power of the birth of the descendants of Shendi Holy Land is likely to take off for a long time in the future and annex several surrounding countries.

Now, the birth of the Sect of the First Rank Sect of Middle Earth is almost because there are disciples in the Sect, and they have become the sons and daughters of the Divine Land, and they have become the first rank force step by step. They want to maintain their dominance, not only to cultivate good talent, but also to cut off excellent protégés from other forces.

For the other two or three powers, the birth of a genius may mean that their own power is weakened, so they do not want to see the birth of other forces with unparalleled talents.

Therefore, no matter which state is in its heyday, the real elite and genius will not compete. Just like Mu Qing and Mu Qing before, they will never appear in the game.

All the people are waiting for the surprise brought by the trip to the Four Yellow Buildings. In the Great Alu of the Central Arab Kingdom, they have not yet reached the realm of the Dao Emperor, and they can only be regarded as descendants, because too many people have fallen in front of the Dao Emperor's natural moat.

In order to enter the hall, we need to lay the foundations of the Mountain of Death and the Sea of Blood. The Four Emperors Hall seems to be a grand apprenticeship ceremony in the Holy Land of God, but in fact, when many forces re-establish the pattern in the land under their control, many people died on the way to the Four Emperors' Hall, and it is not surprising that even the emperor's talent is talented.

Therefore, Xiao Wuyou's unique talent is good. The emperor's talent is too eye-catching. If such a talent comes from a first-level unit, there are naturally many talents that can protect him. But Qingyun Palace is a third-class sect, and only Mu Qing and Mu Ren can get it. As for the others, they are just a rabble and not to be trusted at all.

This made them surprised by Xiao Wu's talent, and they were also worried about his future. Only Xiao Wuyou and Yun Muchen can still stay calm.

Yun Muchen is full of confidence in Xiao Wuyou. A person who needs to challenge Shendi Sheng'adi in the future, even if he exposes the talent of the emperor's products, there is no big problem. Climbing all the way to the top of the mountain is the style of Xiao Wuyou.

As for Xiao Wuyou, compared to the arrogance in front of the main hall 50 years ago, the color of arrogance has converged a lot, but there is still a kind of pride between his eyebrows, just like the genius Mu Qingmuren, who has lost half of his momentum.

That kind of arrogance is not deliberately released by Xiao Wuyou, but more natural. It's just that Thunder's eyebrows in the clouds are furrowed. His cloudy eyes never left Xiao Wuyou's body, just like he wanted to see Xiao Wuyou's changes from the inside out.

Compared to before the closure, little Wuyou has not changed, at least the thunder in the clouds can't see it. If we insist on change, there may be only one thing, and that is that the small inaction has become more elusive now. terminal

It is impossible to hide anything in front of him. But after Xiao Wuyou left, he found that the entire body on the other side seemed to be covered by an invisible layer of light, but after careful inspection, he couldn't find the existence of that light. In the body on the other side, the divine pearl knows that everything is normal. In addition to being thicker than the average molybdenum.

Talent can be fooled, fame can be fabricated, but achievements cannot be faked. Those middle-level Dao disciples didn't think they were capable of fighting the five immortals in the rainforest alone, or to be honest. So it's normal to do some special treatment in front of strong forces.

Xiao Wuyou also likes these arrangements of Qingyun Palace. He is not a little friendless Tianjiao who needs the support and admiration of others. Now, he is still a super talent, surpassing his peers in talent and strength.

He was destined to become the emperor of the Daoist religion. His identity and temperament will be different from that of other monks. He just wants to fit in with them, and that just makes them uncomfortable. I hadn't seen Lu Guang following Xiao Wuyou before, but now I don't have the courage to approach Xiao Wuyou.

An elder is reading a long scroll, which could mean that all the participants will win. As he closed the scroll, he looked at the 29 participants in the hall. There was an ugly smile on the old face, which was worse than crying. No matter how the smile looks, it has a creepy feel. It seems that the old man wants to take one of them and then participate in it, and the journey of the Four Yellow Temple is the same.

In fact, this mood is not difficult to understand. The gates of the Holy Land, the abode of the Upper Adi, were so cold and cruel. All the monks who can knock on the door are the most gifted and powerful monks in the world. For others, they can only be witnesses of an era, not creators.

As a monk, he doesn't want his fame to appear in the middle of the earth, to move around the United States and Afghanistan, but not everyone has the opportunity to get such an opportunity. Ordinary denominations, even if they are believers of the first class of Aṇa, do not have such a reputation as the Son of God and the Holy Woman.

The old man's eyes flashed, and he only sighed softly. With a wave of his arm, 29 black lights erupted, all falling on the foreheads of the 29 monks. A small text appeared on the foreheads of the 29 monks, which read gold, silver, and bronze. However, those three words soon disappeared.

This is a temple entrance card. Only the head of the state has such a means. Each state has 30 of these seals, representing 30 players who can enter the temple.

It has two functions. One is to observe the whereabouts of each monk as if it were a projection of the world. This is a method that has been handed down from the Holy Great. There is no special treatment and it cannot be erased. Another function is to protect centenarians and millennial monks.

Because in the Four Emperors Temple, under the same opportunity, centenarians, no matter how old they are, cannot compete with 3,000-year-old monks. At the same time, the difference is so great. To protect them, gold, silver and bronze characters were engraved. None of the monks who participated in the temple could be as low-level as the low-level monks. This is the iron law. Once violated, the inscription will disappear and they will lose their progressive qualification to enter the Sihuang Temple.

After the inscription fell, Yun Muchen waved his hand, and an ultra-long-distance transmission array appeared in front of the hall. He smiled and looked at the little oilless under his seat. The 29 monks smiled and said, "Let's go." "The period of 10,000 years is about to begin. The Four Emperors Hall is the hometown of dragons and tigers. Be careful. ”

Among these streamers, 27 people thanked Yun Muchen and then stepped into the transmission array. It depends on their creation, meaning they succeed or fail.

After the 27 people disappeared, the last person, Xiao Wuyou, sat motionless in his seat. He and Mu Qingmu stood there like wooden people, staring at Xiao Wuyou with their eyes hooked up. Xiao Wuyou didn't seem to move, and they didn't move either. For a long time, the people around felt this strange atmosphere and muttered.