"The carriage ahead stops!"

As soon as the emperor shouted, the carriage ran faster, and there was no intention of stopping at all.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Ignore it, who knows if it's a robber. ”

The little fat man Wei Hong told the groom that as a person who cherishes his life, he should put an end to all dangers.

The carriage was like a wild sports car, and the horses' hooves seemed to take off, leaving a thick cloud of smoke and dust that disappeared into the eyes of the emperor.

"Wow, are people so smart now? Good car, there is actually an acceleration formation, boy, you can't run away, your emperor father slowly follows you!"

Immediately, the emperor moved the end of the world with all his might, one hundred meters in one step, flickering wildly!

The distance was not shortened, nor was it shortened, so they followed the carriage far away and ate dirt.

The emperor's eyes were already on fire, and he was so angry that he wanted to catch that little fat man, and he must torture him to death.

A wagon and one person started a fierce tug-of-war.

The emperor stopped to rest, and the carriage also rested, and as soon as the emperor chased after him, the carriage accelerated wildly.

In this way, the two sides fought after ten days and ten nights of chase.

Plains, mountains, and deep valleys have all left their footprints.

At this moment, the carriage was running in the mountains, and the little fat man Wei Hong and the coachman Xiaodao were almost unable to hold on, and neither of them had a good rest.

The emperor behind chased after him like a mad dog, and the two of them were tense all the time.

"Little knife, do you say that this man is sick, and he can't catch up with us, why do you want to chase after him? ”

The little fat man Wei Hong is 1.8 meters tall and weighs 200 pounds, which is not too fat.

"Young master, don't ask me, I don't know, anyway, the guy in the back is not good! Fortunately, I will go to the Qingcang Sword Sect immediately, otherwise I feel like I will die suddenly." Young master, you're still resting, I haven't rested at all!"

Xiao Dao already felt that he was about to die, if he wasn't a person in the realm of the Martial King, he would have been unable to hold it a long time ago, and he hated the emperor to death.

"Little fat man, and the coachman, don't let me get it. "The emperor's face is pale, his eyes are cruel, he just wants to take a taxi, as for it?

Robbery or something, impossible things, I am a good person, I have long washed my hands of gold.

"Hey, what is this little fat man doing in the Qingcang Sword Sect? Is it looking for rescuers? No, it seems that the Qingcang Sword Sect has accepted apprentices and assessed them?"

The emperor saw many young men and headed towards the Qingcang Sword Sect. Most of these teenagers are in the realm of the Martial King, a few are in the realm of the Martial Emperor, and there are some masters escorting the teenagers, and the emperor can't see the depth of those masters.

There are at least 100,000 people participating in the assessment, and the emperor estimates that there are many powerful people.

The emperor stopped, not going to chase anymore, the emperor coaxed.

The Qingcang Sword Sect is a whole mountain, towering into the clouds, looking like a sword from a distance.

There is the majesty of Mount Tai, and this mountain is majestic.

The emperor visually measured the size of this mountain, and estimated that it was a hundred miles large.

Ordinary mountains are in the shape of pyramids, but this mountain is straight up, like the trunk of a pine and cypress.

The Qingcang Sword Sect, one of the three major sects in Dongzhou, has countless masters, and he is still stable.

Seeing that the disciples accepted by others are at least all martial arts masters, the ghost knows how many masters there are.

It's safe for me to sneak in and be a disciple, this Qingcang Sword Sect is a mountain of gold and silver in the eyes of the emperor, and I don't plan to leave.

A Luoyun City has earned 80 million spirit stones by itself, not to mention the Qingcang Sword Sect, one of the three major sects in Dongzhou.

If you don't go, you won't go if you die.

"Knock! knock!"

Three bells rang, and this bell rang in everyone's ears, and a message came that the assessment had begun.

The emperor followed the army up the mountain, and saw the little fat man from a distance.

At this time, the little fat man felt that someone was looking at him, turned his head, looked in the direction of his feelings, and stuck out his tongue at the emperor, his eyes were playful, and he mocked the emperor.

The emperor ignored the little fat man Wei Hong, and mixed in as a disciple himself, and the little fat man couldn't run.

At this time, a middle-aged man appeared, and everyone clasped their fists and shouted respectfully: "Meet the master!"

The middle-aged man nodded, then came towards the emperor, dodged, grabbed the emperor and disappeared.

"Hahaha, you deserve it, let you chase the fat man, let's plant it now. There will be no good end for going against the fat man! It's not that you don't report it, the time has not yet come. ”

The emperor looked at this middle-aged man! Good guy, it's a woman killer.

He was about forty-five or sixteen years old, with slightly gray hair on his sideburns, thick black and neat eyebrows, and sparkling eyes.

The most important thing is temperament, a temperament that gives people a sense of oppression, and the feeling of not being angry and self-assured.

The body is dignified and the appearance is dignified. A pair of eyes shot cold stars, and the two curved eyebrows were like paint. The chest is broad, and there is the majesty of ten thousand invincibles.

A feeling of dizziness came, and the emperor was in a different place in less than a second.

I was already in the clouds, and there were clouds under my feet, directly on top of a mountain cliff, and I had never reached such a high height again. The emperor's head is a little dizzy, a little afraid of heights.

The middle-aged man's eyes were full of oppression, the emperor didn't dare to speak, and the ghost knew if he would die suddenly.

At this time, the middle-aged man didn't know how to use to take out the token given to him by his master Cangtian from the emperor's storage ring.

A blue glimmer shot out from the token, and the middle-aged man didn't dodge, letting the blue light enter his eyebrows.

In an instant, the middle-aged man smiled, and the sense of oppression on the emperor's body disappeared.

"Uncle Shi, I'm sorry, I offended a lot just now, please forgive me. ”

The emperor was stunned, like a stone statue, frozen.

Surprised, he was stunned, pointed at himself and said with a confused face: "What do you call me? Uncle, brother, have you lost your mind?"

"You heard me right, you are my uncle! My master's master is your master's brother. The middle-aged man said calmly, in fact, he didn't want to do this, who called the emperor a high seniority.

"Do you mean that your master is my uncle, and your master is the same generation as me?"

Shocked, the emperor didn't expect that the token given to him by the sky would have this effect.

"Yes, that's why I call you uncle, my ancestor is in Zhongzhou, as for my master, he has long left the Qingcang Sword Sect and gone to live the life of Xianyun Yehe, a sect, just threw it to me. The middle-aged man sighed and looked unhappy.

"Ahem, you don't have to be like this, senior nephew, just give way as soon as possible, you confiscate the apprentice?"

"It's a little bit of it, how to say it, it's a bit of a mother! ”

"What's your name, nephew?" the emperor was curious.

The middle-aged man didn't have a trace of turbulent heart, and he had a turbulent heart when he thought of his disciple.

"Uncle Shi, my name is Ye Wudao, my disciple's name is Ning Youmin, fourteen-year-old Dao King, he is in retreat, when his retreat is over, I will let him come to visit your old man, you are of the same age, it is estimated that there are many topics. ”

The emperor still doesn't know what realm is above the martial god, and the masters didn't say, what the hell is the Dao King?

"Senior nephew tell me what realms are above the martial gods, hurry up, don't look at me like this, don't you know what our master is like?"

The emperor saw Ye Wudao's puzzled eyes, and said viciously.

Ye Wudao instantly understood in seconds, and slowly explained to the emperor, "Above the martial gods, there are Dao Kings, Dao Emperors, Dao Monarchs, and Dao Saints, and these realms are divided into threefold, front, middle, and later.

As for the last realm, the Tianzun realm, there are all ants under the Tianzun, and the division of the Tianzun realm will not be said much, and you will be clear after the expiration. ”

The emperor looked unhappy, "Oh, I mean I'm still a scumbag!"

"Uncle Shi doesn't have to care, you have a deep foundation, and you are the most powerful I have ever seen, you just need to accumulate a lot. Uncle, I will take you to the apprenticeship ceremony, so that everyone in the sect can know you, lest they not know your identity and offend you. ”

"Okay, then you can fly with me. ”

Ye Wudao took the emperor to the apprentice square, and at this time, the square looked at the emperor one after another.

Everyone was very curious about the identity of the emperor, and beside the head, the head talked to the emperor with a pleasant face.

There were about 5,000 people in the square, and many emperors couldn't see the depth of their cultivation.

But the lowest ones are all Martial Emperor masters, and the emperor has a general understanding of the strength of the Qingcang Sword Sect.

The emperor did not hesitate, his eyes did not squint, his nostrils were facing the sky, and he looked like he did not see this group of people.

Quietly looking at the images in the square, the performance of each disciple in the entrance trial can be seen clearly.

At this time, in the square, all the people of the Qingcang Sword Sect were there.

The ceremony of accepting apprentices is once every five years, and it is very important to receive a good successor, and the disciples on the way to practice may bring their own masters one day.

"Uncle Shi, don't worry, I will introduce you to you when the entrance assessment is completed. ”

The emperor didn't speak, looking at the image, it had reached the last level, it seemed to be an illusion, the emperor guessed, this must be a test of the mind and whether there is malice towards the sect.

The emperor's guess was not wrong, it was true.

In the final level, there are still 2,000 people left.

Suddenly, there was a fluctuation of the formation in the square, and no one cared.

Soon someone passed the assessment, and one after another, there were many disciples who passed the assessment in the square.

The emperor saw the little fat man, and the emperor's eyes never left the little fat man, this little fat man was actually a fourfold master of the martial emperor, and the emperor actually looked away.

This little fat man Wei Hong is the third to come out, the emperor thinks he is clumsy, this fat man can obviously be the first to come out.

It seems that this fat man is a little scheming.

In the end, there are 1,200 disciples left, this assessment can be described as one in a hundred, the threshold is already high, and only the martial king under the age of eighteen can participate in the assessment, plus the elimination of the entry trial.

Of the 100,000 people, only more than 1,000 people have passed.

All those left behind are elites.

The little fat man Wei Hong was in the square, his little eyes were turning wildly, and suddenly, as if he had seen a ghost.

Dumbfounded, dumbfounded.

He saw the emperor, and the emperor smiled evilly at him, and the fat man suddenly had a feeling of entering a wolf's den, and the joy of passing the assessment disappeared in an instant.