Until his uncle and grandson disappeared, Ding Wushang still stayed in the temple.

He looked at the idol above, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After Zhang Tianshi disappeared, almost all the burdens of the True Martial Sect were pressed on him. Originally, Zhang Tianshi still had eleven disciples. Counting him, there are a total of twelve second-generation disciples. These disciples are the core of the True Martial Arts Sect.

But after Zhang Tianshi disappeared, six of them were missing with him.

Among the remaining six people, three were caught by the Great Apocalypse Imperial Court, and two were younger than him, all relying on him to take care of them.

In the past, when Zhang Tianshi was there, Ding Wusupreme didn't feel it, but now that he is standing in Zhang Tianshi's position, he understands that it is not easy to teach. Previously, under the wing of Zhang Tianshi, he had already begun to travel around and collect geniuses for the sect. Over the years, he has introduced no less than a hundred people to the True Martial Sect. Except for the dead, every one of these people is an elite.

Now these people have become the core layer of a new round around him.

As a temporary Heavenly Master, what he has to do is to continue to move forward with this group of people and hold up a piece of heaven for those who come after.

Whether it's a conspiracy or a conspiracy.

In the final analysis, it is still strength, and only with strength can you have the right to speak and do what you want to do.

Fortunately, the True Martial Arts Sect has a foundation.

This foundation can quickly make him stronger, reaching the level of a heavenly master.

Thinking of this, Ding Wusupreme's gaze fell on a jade plaque in front of the statue......

Light rain early in the morning.

The humid air obscured the view, and the view from the mountain was like a fairyland, foggy.

In the Famous Sword Villa, Yan Shijiu took countless new disciples to practice the swordsmanship of the villa.

After the last assassination, the wolf clan and the monks of the Great Snow Temple were killed by the owner. This also made Yan Nineteen more sure of his choice, the owner of the village is the first class powerhouse in the world. If you want to dominate the rivers and lakes in the future, you must follow the right person.

This is what Yan Nineteen taught him when he went out.

There are only two things that need to be done right in this life.

Marry the right wife.

Follow a Master.

If you can do these two things, you will be able to rise to the top and surpass 99% of the mediocre people in the world.

The matter of marrying a wife Yan Shijiu has not been settled for the time being, but he is already doing the matter of finding a master. At present, it seems that the performance is not bad, as long as he persists for another half a year, he will have the opportunity to enter the core of the Famous Sword Villa and meet the owner.

Wu Chong carefully carved a white jade tablet in the quiet room, his eyes crawling bloodshot.

"It worked."

After carving the last knife, the white jade piece in his hand flickered slightly, and then it was restrained, turning into an inconspicuous stone.

But it was inside this stone that Wu Chong successfully engraved his skin painting technique into it, turning it into a 'seal', and at the same time, he also fused the sword qi of the sword control technique and the claw power of the dragon head into it. Turned this thing into something akin to a magic weapon.

Demon Museum

The birth of this thing represents a fundamental change in Wu Chong's future route against the enemy, and he began to officially decouple from the warriors of this world.

With the magic weapon carved out, Wu Chong returned to the back mountain of the villa.

This place was specially set aside by him to practice for himself, and ordinary disciples didn't dare to come here at all.

Fly lightly and fly over the rocks.

The light rain was still there, Wu Chong took a deep breath, and the refreshing smell of the plants around him penetrated into his heart and spleen.

Taking off the seal on his waist, Wu Chong raised his hand, and a true yuan was poured into it.

In an instant, the seal seemed to come to life, emitting a hazy glow, and faintly there seemed to be a talisman circulating on it. The true yuan that Wu Chong poured into, after being transformed by this power, 'Xiu' suddenly turned into a streamer and merged into the mountain stone in front of him.

"Scatter beans into soldiers!"

Wu Chong took the seal and swept the streamer over the hundreds of gravel below.

In an instant, the gravel below shook, and then one by one ugly-looking stone monsters staggered to their feet. These stone monsters don't have the majesty of Taoist soldiers at all, they look like monsters, the surface layer is condensed by the foundation of the painting technique, the internal force is the skeleton made of eagle claw skills, and the sword qi of the sword control technique is the minions of this thing. The whole monster with a hideous face has nothing to do with the fairy wind bones.

As far as Wu Chong's current means are concerned, if he really cultivates the immortal realm, he is also a demon cultivator who has been subdued and demons eliminated.

But Wu Da didn't care.

The problem of quantity that had plagued him for a long time was solved, as long as the true yuan was enough, he would have to weigh it if someone wanted to besiege him in the future.

It's hard to say who surrounds whom.

"Owner!"

A voice came from down the mountain, it was Elder Tong Fei.

This old man knows how to look at his eyes very well, and now except for Ma Runan, Wu Chong uses this old man the most in the villa, compared to the step of entering Wu Chong's line of sight with him, it is so bad, and the control of eye color is not enough.

"What's the matter?"

Wu Chong collected his supernatural powers, and those stone monsters who stood up lost their true yuan power, fell apart in an instant, and turned back into a pile of inconspicuous stones.

"Daxue Temple has sent a letter to the capital."

"I see!"

The troubles have to be solved one by one, and the task of finding Ding Wusupreme given by the county lord of Wujiang cannot be completed at a glance. Except for the first meeting, Wu Chong has never contacted that guy later, and there is no way to betray even if he wants to. Three days later, if the group of people in Wujiang County Lord really turned their faces, Wu Chong would flip the table with them, and it would be a big deal to go back to the mountain.

Inside the mountain, standing!

Compared to this problem, the group of monks in Daxue Temple are the troubles in their hearts, because they want Wu Chong's life.

"You go and inform Director Jiang, let him bring people, and prepare to do it once and for all."

"Yes."

Hearing Wu Chong's order, Tong Fei's heart was shocked.

This owner is domineering!

To his liking.

After Tong Fei left, Wu Chong tested this new ability again, and waited until Ma Runan and them came to deliver the message, and then received the supernatural power and prepared to go down the mountain.

Mingjian Villa is in the center of Ten Thousand Swords City.

Different from ordinary mansions, Ten Thousand Swords City is built on a mountain peak in the inner city, and this mountain is their symbol and pride for the residents of Ten Thousand Swords City.

Walk down the stone steps in front of the lodge.

The sun shines down after the rain and shines on the earth, showing vitality.

Wu Chong was a little uncomfortable.

He hadn't been in contact with outsiders for a while, and the most he did every day was to retreat and study the practice of cultivating immortals. For the first time in a long time, he had stepped down from the villa.

"Owner!"

On the side of the road, an excited young man looked at him.

Wu Chong was a little surprised, who was this young man?

Although he thought so in his heart, Wu Chong would not show it, he still smiled and nodded to the other party to express encouragement.

After all, they are all disciples of the villa, and they are his little brothers.

The owner remembers me, I'm different!

Yan Jiu, who was nodded 'approved' by Wu Chong, looked excited, and he felt that he was one step closer to his dream of becoming a disciple of the owner.