The figure riding the gourd gradually became clear, and when the grimace mask finally appeared in front of everyone, the hearts of both sides were like a heavy stone pressed against them.

In fact, the formation of this golden age has a lot to do with the person in front of him, and it is his "grandmaster-level growth plan" that gave birth to the priest temple, the magician association, and the warrior alliance.

He made all the grandmaster-level masters love and hate: what he loved was that his plan allowed many geniuses who did not have the cultivation conditions to achieve something, and it was precisely because of his plan that these grandmaster-level masters began to become worthless.

The person under the grimace mask was none other than Wen Ziming, who was sitting cross-legged on the gourd, because he was wearing a mask on his face, and he couldn't see his expression, but it was obvious that he was flying towards Fan Lin.

"Master!" As soon as Fan Lin saw the gourd stop, he immediately knelt down on top of the dragon, knelt down respectfully and kowtowed.

"Get up, you are a good boy, unlike some people......" Wen Ziming's tone was calm, and he just nodded at Fan Lin and motioned for him to get up.

And hearing his words, Ah Mo, who was standing on the other side, suddenly turned red, and hurriedly knelt down, saying, "Don't Xiao apprentice Ah Mo visit the master!"

"Hey, you get up too, I can't stand your worship, you sold me for fifteen years in that worship, and you sold your junior brother's life in the second worship, what do you want to sell me today?" Wen Ziming didn't look at her, raised his head and sighed and said.

"Master...... I ......" Mo still wanted to say something, knelt on the ground and bit his lip but finally didn't say anything, what the master said was actually not wrong, these things were indeed done by me, but what can I do?

"Okay, you don't have to feel sorry for me, I have taught countless students, but there are only seventy-three of you disciples, I will tell you every time before accepting apprentices, I will not interfere with your choice, do what you think is right, only in this way can you really get to that level, your strength has not advanced at all over the years, I'm afraid it's because of this hurdle in my heart that I can't get over......" Wen Ziming still raised his head, but his tone became more and more calm," Over the years, I haven't really blamed you for betraying me, and I also know that you were also used by that person, and I don't think Xiaodi will blame you, after all, you used to be the senior sister he admired the most...... However, I don't blame you doesn't mean that I forgave you, this path is your own choice, and you need to bear the result yourself...... We are waiting for you......"

Wen Ziming's last word came out, and he could clearly hear a slight tremor in his voice, he did his best for every disciple, and his feelings were very deep. I thought I could calmly say these words that had been hidden in my heart for thirty years, but who knows......

"Hey......" Then he sighed again, his right hand threw out a roll of things from his belt, and threw it directly in front of Amo, his relationship with Amo is still different from others, because Amo was the child he snatched back from the hands of the "Great Demon King" Plato, and he raised her with his own hands, "That is what Xiaodi left for you...... He had his last breath left when I found him, just so that I could pass this on to you......"

At the moment when Wen Ziming's words came out, Ah Mo's whole person was already in tears, kneeling there motionless, his mind was full of his sentence "We are waiting for you to ......", when Wen Ziming threw the scroll in her hand in front of her, she looked down with tears in her eyes, the handwriting on the scroll was too familiar, Ah Mo couldn't help it anymore, and cried bitterly.

Wen Ziming didn't say anything when he heard the cry, he stood up directly on the gourd, and walked to the red dragon on a stone slab path that Fan Lin had just paved for him.

"Lord Duke, I've been looking up for a long ......time" Coming to the head of the giant dragon, Wen Ziming bowed his hand to Dugu Aotian and Gu Yuanfeng in a calm tone, and the two of them, who were still surprised, hurriedly returned the salute.

Dugu Aotian preemptively said: "I don't know that the Holy Master is coming, I miss the welcome, and atonement for my sins......"

"Lord Duke is too polite, I'm just passing by, I don't dare to disturb Lord Duke......"

The two sides were polite to each other for a while, and just when Wen Ziming was about to lose it, Fan Lin suddenly interjected: "Master, senior sister has been crying for a while, you see ......"

Wen Ziming looked back at Ah Mo, who was holding the scroll and crying, shook his head and said, "She has been suppressed for too long, let her cry......"

On the black-robed man's side, perhaps led by Ah Mo, no one dared to step forward, and as a result, a group of people stood there helplessly watching her cry bitterly, but no one persuaded her.

After crying like this for a while, Amo slowly eased up, held the scroll in both hands, carefully rolled it up and put it away, and kowtowed respectfully to Wen Ziming three times, and then stood up, because of the long cry, her eyes were swollen into small walnuts, and the appearance of pear blossoms with rain made people look at me and only felt that I was pitiful.

"Master, please forgive the disciple for not being able to fulfill his filial piety in front of him today, the disciple will leave first, and we will come back another day......" Ah Mo stood and saluted, turned around and said hello, and was about to withdraw with a group of black-robed people.

"This is leaving?" Dugu Aotian and Gu Yuanfeng glanced at each other, their eyes revealed incredible, the face of the "Holy Mentor" was terrifying, could this be a retreat from the enemy?

"Wait!" Just as the dark dragon Qi Qilong groaned and was about to turn his head and leave, Wen Ziming suddenly stopped them again, "Duke Aotian's life and death ring has already been set, it's not appropriate for you to leave like this...... Why don't you let Kitagawa-kun stay?"

As soon as the words came out, the two sides immediately understood what he meant, and the death of Dis Suter still did not pass.

When Ah Mo and the others heard this, they stopped, and Ah Mo didn't reply and said calmly: "Beichuan, you can go......"

"Huh, I ...... Princess save me, I will definitely be killed by your master when I go back......" Hearing this, Tetsuji Kitagawa knelt down with a plop, and kept begging for mercy in his mouth.

His voice begging for mercy was not small, Wen Ziming sneered and shook his head when he heard it, and was about to speak, when Fan Lin beside him shouted first: "The master has something, the disciple is willing to obey it, and I will avenge the revenge of the junior brother and senior brother!"

As soon as Fan Lin's voice fell, Beichuan's voice begging for mercy stopped. He was once chased and killed by Wen Ziming, and he was already frightened, but he didn't think that he would be defeated in the hands of the hairy boy who didn't look very old on the other side.

"Can you go now?" Ah Mo's words were a little unhappy, he had always wanted to kill this Beichuan before, but now they are preparing a big event, it is when they need to attract talents, it is not appropriate to kill people at will. This time, she caught up with the master and said this, just taking the opportunity to untie the shackles in her heart, as for whether the little junior brother can beat him, she believes that the master will not sit idly by since he is not blocked.

After listening to Ah Mo's words, and then looking up at her resolute back, Beichuan also understood what she meant, and the fierce color flashed in his eyes: "Okay, I'll go, I just don't know if the legendary 'Holy Master' is a word, I go to the ring of life and death with this little brother, is there anything to say?"

Wen Ziming was about to open his mouth, but Fan Lin shouted first: "Kill me, let you go!"