On the first floor of the Yuanshu Pavilion, you, an old man over the age of six, lie quietly on the recliner behind the counter, enjoying a unique tranquility.

"Crunch-" The door to the top floor was pushed open again, and three figures stepped out. The three Ling Cheng and his party who officially entered the Yuanshu Pavilion to select the Yuanshu.

"Yo, I'm back, but what do you gain?" Seeing the three people walking towards him, Mo Lao held on to the handrail, staggered up, and asked the three people walking in front of him.

Ling Yuan, who was the leader, walked to the front of the counter without hurry and said, "I found the exercises on it, and I also found the Yuan Technique."

"Register your exercises and Yuan Techniques with this Mo Lao," Mo Lao said, and turned his head to Ling Cheng to tilt his head and signal.

Nodding at the old and kind face, Ling Cheng stepped forward, took the three scrolls out of his arms, and placed them on the counter one by one.

"Well, that's what I chose," he whispered, gesturing to the three scrolls on the platform.

"Three scrolls, I said my patriarch, this time will be a bit much?"

"Two of the scrolls were chosen by this little guy himself, and the other scroll was given to him by me," waving his hand at the scrolls on the counter, Ling Yuan patiently explained.

"Oh, then I want to see what kind of Yuan Shu the team leader has chosen for our young patriarch" As he spoke, one hand had already touched one of the scrolls.

The vicissitudes of life glared slightly, and when he saw the dry hand in front of him, he suddenly touched the white scroll. The corners of his mouth smiled slightly. I think you were half-dead by this scroll. I really didn't expect that I would touch it again in such a form.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ling Yuan shook his head helplessly, and didn't say anything to remind or stop him.

However, just as the scroll was about to open, the old palm was quickly retracted. With a look of horror on his face, he stared blankly at the white scroll lying on the counter.

His eyes turned and he looked at Ling Yuan, who was standing upright in front of him.

"I said you want to kill him, is this thing something that he can cultivate as a child?" Mo Lao shouted directly, his seniority was only much bigger than Ling Yuan, so there was no need to speak softly.

"It's not my choice for him, it's this little thing that he wants to cultivate by himself, I explained it to him, but he didn't listen, you can blame me" Ling Yuan shrugged helplessly, looking like he didn't admit it.

"I said that the little guy is very difficult to cultivate, why don't you accompany Grandpa Mo to choose a new scroll for you?" he pointed to the white scroll lying on the counter and said to Ling Cheng who was standing in front of him.

"I said what I should have said a long time ago, if that kid changes his mind, he still needs you to shout here" Ling Yuan turned his head and stopped looking at Mo Lao.

"Since that's the case, then I won't say anything more, once I find out that there is any danger, stop cultivating immediately, do you hear?" Mo Lao aggravated his tone, the young man was young and vigorous, and he always couldn't grasp the measure, hoping that this would leave a deep impression in his heart.

Mo Lao looked at the other two scrolls, checked that they were correct, and then began to register. The registration was slow and looked reluctant.

However, at this moment, a middle-aged man walked in from the gate of the Yuanshu Pavilion. This man is a burly man with a thick waist and large arms. At first glance, this person's strength is very strong. The interface of the huge paw mount made a clanging sound.

This person's name is Zhou Xiong, he is not from the Lin family, but he has been in the Ling family all his life, he is actually an orphan picked up by the patriarch in the early years and raised by himself. and gave him the Yuan Shu to practice, and won the grace of the patriarch, so he stayed with the patriarch and worked hard for him, becoming the patriarch's right-hand man.

Although this person is burly, he always has a smile on his face, which is very incommensurate with his burly figure, and he usually looks very approachable, which is why you have a lot of good impression of him, and he is usually called "Uncle Zhou".

"Zhou Xiong, what are you doing here?" heard the rumbling sound, turned around and looked at the door, and saw her walking over as if she was herself.

"Patriarch, I have something to tell you" Zhou Xiong bowed to the group leader and replied.

"Uncle Zhou, I haven't seen you for a long time" Ling Cheng beckoned to the burly man.

"It turned out to be the young patriarch of Ling Yuan, and Miss Ling Shan, you are all here! I haven't seen you for a long time" Zhou Xiong looked at Ling Yuan, with a kind smile on his face, which made people look very easy to get close to, "Unexpectedly, in just half a month, the young patriarch has already broken through to the Huayuan Realm!"

"Uncle Zhou, you've won the award, I'm just a fluke" Ling Cheng scratched his head, embarrassed, but there was an inexplicable excitement in his heart.

"I said, did you kid forget my old bones?" Mo Lao on the side finished registering the three scrolls, holding his hands on his chest and turning his head, with a dissatisfied look on his old face.

"It turned out to be gone, Zhou Xiong is polite" made a big junior salute to the old man behind the counter.

"It's pretty much the same, I really didn't pick you up in vain back then, and now it's a good hand of the patriarch," said the dry palm on his shoulder, and said in a relieved voice.

"Zhou Xiong, I'm really grateful for the grace of Mo Lao's reinvention back then!" arched his hand at Mo Lao. Speaking of which, it was Mo Lao who picked it up back then, once his family was chased and killed all over the world by the people of the Huoyun Sect because he offended the Huoyun Sect, he had taken refuge in many people, but no one dared to take him in. Only the old man in front of him did not dislike himself, picked himself up, untied his heart knot, and guided himself to cultivate, so that he was at this point today! Now he is already in the late stage of the Ning Yuan Realm, as long as he has one more step, he can ascend to the Extreme Yuan Realm. He remembered that in that battle, what kind of Yuan Shu did Mo Lao use in front of him? It was extremely domineering, but unfortunately he was seriously injured, and that Yuan Shu was not really refined, so he used it, and later, the Yuan Shu devoured the master, and the meridians were broken.

Since then, the old man in front of him has never guided his cultivation again, he is depressed, and finally he was sent by the patriarch to guard the Yuanshu Pavilion.

"There is no need to mention the matter of the old sesame seeds and rotten grains again," he patted him on the shoulder twice, signaling him not to worry about the events of the year, "Don't you kid have something to report to the team leader?

"Oh-good-" Zhou Xiong nodded hurriedly.

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just that the Jinli auction sent a pair of invitations" Zhou Xiong said, Yu Shi took out a small red book from his arms, and handed it to Ling Yuan, "It seems to invite our Ling family to go to the auction house after a while, it seems that a grand auction is going to be held there, and I heard that there are a lot of good things to appear at that auction." ”

"Of course, this is not the most important thing, the person who sent the invitation this time is actually Xue Hongyu, the daughter of Xue Jinli, who is now waiting in the family meeting hall!" Speaking of this, Zhou Xiong paused, "I'm not, I'm a family member, I can't afford a big deal, so I came to find the patriarch."

"I really didn't expect that Xue Jinli, the old fox, would be willing to let his precious daughter come and send the invitation!" Speaking of this, Ling Yuan smiled noncommittally, and touched his chin with his index finger and thumb, "It seems that this auction is a good card."

"Okay, then you can go with me and have a look" Turning around, he informed Ling Cheng and them again, "You two take the scroll and go back quickly, you kid, don't let me know that you haven't succeeded in cultivating, otherwise...... Hmph!"

After saying that, he walked away, but the threat in it was self-evident.

"Boy, this is the scroll you want, it's been registered" Mo Lao looked at it, and the two of them left, turned their heads, and said to Ling Yuan.

"Oh, then thank you, old man" bowed respectfully to the old man in front of the counter, and was just about to leave.

"Boy, listen well, although the Spirit Sword Finger is very dangerous to cultivate, it is not impossible to cultivate" Mo Lao sat on the recliner and lay down lazily, "Calm down, don't let the things that have been quiet become restless again......" When he said this, he let out a long sigh.

"Okay, let's go, I hope that after a period of time, the family will be able to show me the results of your cultivation, don't let me down this old man" Mo Lao turned over lazily and waved his hand at Ling Cheng to signal not to disturb her rest again.

"The juniors will live up to the expectations of the old man" After speaking, he pulled Ling Shan and left excitedly.

However, not long after the two brothers and sisters disappeared, the old man lying on the recliner opened his eyes suddenly, and there seemed to be a fine light blooming in his eyes, and the momentum was far beyond the Extreme Yuan Realm.

"This kid, it's kind of interesting......" he muttered and closed his eyes again, as if asleep.