Not far away, Ling Qingyan glanced at Mo Yuchen deeply, and for the first time, a trace of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

Xu Le, Qing Gaofei, Liao Shengdong and Liu Xiao also stared at each other.

They all know that this white-haired old man is a great power in the primeval era, and if such a character can value Mo Yuchen, then it means that Mo Yuchen's talent is indeed very terrifying.

For a while, everyone in the audience gradually fell silent, and they all looked at Mo Yuchen with anticipation.

However, Mo Yuchen originally wanted to go up and test it, but after seeing this scene, he couldn't help but smile slightly, and arched his hand:

"Junior, Mo Yuchen, I've seen my senior!"

As soon as the words fell, Mo Yuchen bowed and saluted.

Then, he steadily climbed the long staircase to the side of the stone platform.

The white-haired old man looked at Mo Yuchen with interest, and said with some curiosity: "Mo Yuchen, the old man feels a familiar aura in you. ”

"Presumably, it should be the little thing who claimed to be a monk Prajna at the beginning!"

"At that time, that little thing's talent level, I remember it was seventh, yes. ”

"It's a pity that he is arrogant and turned down the opportunity to become a registered disciple of my Zhenhai Divine Palace. ”

"The Holy Lord of Prajna, his old man, is the elder below!" Mo Yuchen heard this, and said in a voice.

There were too many people here, and Mo Yuchen didn't want to mention the relationship between him and the Holy Lord of Prajna too much, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

"Oh, I see!"

Hearing Mo Yuchen's transmission, the white-haired old man looked at him deeply and asked with some curiosity:

"Is that little thing still in this forgotten place?

Hearing Mo Yuchen use the transmission, he also used the transmission.

"Enlightening the seniors, the old man of the Holy Lord is still in this world now, and he has not left. ”

"As for his old man's cultivation, I think he should be a half-step cultivation of the Void Realm. ”

Mo Yuchen replied knowing everything.

The lips of Mo Yuchen and the white-haired old man were moving, but no sound came out, and they were dumbfounded, very curious about what they were talking about.

You must know that for so many years, except for Mo Yuchen, who can talk to this white-haired senior Chuanyin, let alone Chuanyin, and they are not even qualified to say a word.

In the crowd, Ling Qingyan looked at Mo Yuchen and became more and more curious.

And the same is true of Xu Le and Liao Shengdong.

"Almost there?"

"How many years have you been here, how did you get to this level......

Originally, the old man guessed that with his qualifications, now that so many years have passed, he will at least have to reach the tribulation period. ”

"Hey, he's overestimating himself after all!"

When the white-haired old man heard this, his face was full of emotion.

Then, the white-haired old man looked at Mo Yuchen and said with a smile: "I see that your kid is young, but his cultivation is not weak at all. ”

"Especially your combat power, which is much stronger than the little monk Prajna back then. ”

"Let's go and try to see what level of talent you reach, the old man is looking forward to it. ”

The white-haired old man did not transmit this sentence, and everyone present heard it.

"The younger generation must abide by the law of the predecessors. ”

When Mo Yuchen heard this, he immediately put his palm on top of the square seal.

The next moment, a blazing golden light gradually burst out from the square seal.

Seeing this, Mo Yuchen couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart.

Because he had watched the test for so long and compared it with it, he concluded that the hotter the light released by the light, the higher the talent level.

However, Mo Yuchen didn't notice that the look in the white-haired old man's eyes was very disappointed.

"Talent sixth-class, unqualified!"

The white-haired old man shook his head and sighed heavily.

"Uh......" Mo Yuchen's heart sank suddenly, his face was full of astonishment, and the smile on his face was also frozen.

Wow!

The crowd at the bottom of the stairs was very surprised at this time, and everyone's expressions were full of doubt.

You must know that Mo Yuchen's strength is all based on step by step.

At his age, he can have such strength, and his talent is definitely the first person of the younger generation.

However, the accuracy of the test of the inspection seal, which has been verified countless times, and the treasures left from the primeval period will naturally not be wrong.

Therefore, when everyone heard that Mo Yuchen's talent was only sixth-ranked, everyone was a little stunned.

The sixth-rank talent, although it is also very high, is at the same level as the strongest person in the Nine Domains of the Outer Sea, the Heavenly Evil Domain Lord.

However, you must know that Mo Yuchen's achievements have surpassed the original Heavenly Evil Domain Lord by too much.

Such test results, not to mention the disappointment of the white-haired old man, even everyone is very disappointed.

Mo Yuchen was stunned, then touched his nose in embarrassment, and said with a free smile: "Talent sixth class?"

"Well, that's not bad."

With that, he bowed to the white-haired old man and walked down the stairs.

Seeing this, the white-haired old man flashed a trace of appreciation in his eyes, smiled and nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, sometimes talent doesn't decide everything." ”

"As the so-called stupid bird flies first, not being arrogant or impatient is the right way, and talent is sometimes created by testing one's own hands. ”

Mo Yuchen heard what the old man behind him said, and nodded approvingly.

He also figured it out at this time, knowing why his talent was only sixth-rank.

Because he didn't have any special bloodline, his talent can only be regarded as average.

Therefore, he can have today, all of which was given by the Chaos God Tower, and it cannot be said that it is his own talent.

Today, the test results are actually a good thing, after all, this also gives him a kind of alertness in disguise, so that he reminds himself all the time.

No matter how strong your strength is, you have to rely on your own hard cultivation in the end.

Thinking of this, Mo Yuchen was relaxed, standing with Dai Mengxue with a smile on his face, and there was no trace of diaphragm in his heart.

Not far away, Ling Qingyan withdrew his gaze, and the look in his eyes was no longer as dignified as before.

And Liao Shengdong and Xu Le's complexions still did not change.

Because Mo Yuchen's talent was not much different from them, or even better than them, they still felt very jealous.

"Humph!"

Tai Shijing snorted coldly, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Earlier, he saw the white-haired old man chatting so happily with Mo Yuchen, and he was still worried about how powerful Mo Yuchen's talent was.

Now it seems that this is just about the same as him, and there is nothing to worry about.

"That's it. ”

Tai Shijing sneered.

Although Mo Yuchen's talent is similar to him, he has self-confidence, and he has always been stronger than Mo Yuchen.

At this time, after a period of disappointment in the crowd, everyone gradually calmed down.

As the white-haired old man said, sometimes talent is not equal to determining everything, strength is the root of everything.

In their hearts, the Martial Saint Son is a strong man whose strength is comparable to that of the Four Heavenly Kings......

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