In the center of the continent, which is not far from Hong Licheng, a huge mountain towers into the sky, like a blade, inserted into the sky, and the top of the mountain is covered with snow, and a majestic palace stands—

Martial Temple.

It is said to be the place where the pioneers of martial arts taught the Tao in those days.

The tall room, dozens of zhang long, a statue in the middle, standing in it, holding a green dragon glaive knife, exuding a majesty that people dare not look at directly.

Guan Sheng!

Once, he stood at the pinnacle of the mainland.

It's a pity that 10,000 years ago, something happened to me, and the saint disappeared, leaving only a statue, and there was no longer the demeanor of this peerless powerhouse.

On both sides of the main hall, there are eighteen statues of slightly smaller size, which are the 18 relatives of Guan Sheng, who have also lost their traces under the erosion of time.

Further down, there are some heroic tablets, densely packed with hundreds.

The saint is not there, but the martial arts are eternal, and there are still countless martial arts cultivators who come to worship and trace their feelings of longing every year.

Yang Shiyao, the seventeenth generation heir of the Martial Temple.

At this time, as usual, he was sitting in the quiet room to cultivate, when he suddenly heard a commotion outside.

Those who came to worship were basically with admiration and did not dare to raise their voices, and this situation was the first time they had encountered it.

"What's going on......"

Walking out of the quiet room, he looked at the disciples on the side, and before he finished speaking, he realized something, and came to the open space outside the main hall.

At this time, the outside of the hall was already full of people, all looking up at the sky.

Above the sky, the colorful clouds are dense, the flowing water wanders like a ghost, like the aurora, between the surging rays of light, a huge "Wu" word, shining brightly, like a big sun.

"This is the [Martial Dao Holy Light]? Someone has been recognized by heaven and earth and has the qualifications of a saint? ”

Yang Shiyao's pupils shrank.

Cultivators, everyone wants to go to the pinnacle and become a saint, but there are rules and restrictions, if you want to achieve the supreme, you can only have a chance if you are recognized by heaven and earth.

This recognition is the martial arts holy light in front of you.

Back then, the Martial Saint had reached, and since him, even his 18 disciples, as well as countless amazing and brilliant figures over the past ten thousand years, have not succeeded!

At this moment, someone has done it again!

Who the hell is it?

The figure flashed and returned to the main hall.

Whoa!

In the hall, countless ancestral tablets kept shaking, and the earthquake was like an earthquake.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

The tablets went down in a row.

"Wanpai shakes, how can this be?"

"Look at ......"

Someone shouted.

I saw that the statues of the eighteen disciples in the room were also shaking, and not only that, but even the statue of the Martial Saint was trembling.

At the same time, a stream of aura surrounds the statue, like a dream and mist.

"The saint pointed out, this is ...... Flawless true qi? ”

Yang Shiyao was stunned.

The holy light of the martial arts indicates that the cultivator has comprehended or cultivated something and has been recognized by the martial arts, and as for whether he can enter the sainthood, it will take time to measure.

As for what he realized, as long as he didn't say it, no one knew.

However, the saint statue, with the immortal intent of the saint, can perceive the changes in the rules of heaven and earth, and thus speculate what this cultivator has comprehended.

In front of him, the statue trembled, and explained the reason for the appearance of the holy light.

Someone actually understood...... Flawless and true!

Flawless True Qi, as the name suggests, the power is extremely pure, without any flaws!

It is a medicine with three points of poison, no matter how good the tonic is, if you eat too much, it will also leave residues in the body, and the same is true for the aura, even if you tame it is obedient, no matter how warm it is, and no matter how refined it is, there will be impurities, and these impurities will accompany the operation of the force, and eventually stay in the body, forming dark wounds, or hidden dangers.

Because of this, many people are talented, but they still can't resist the power of thunder, and finally disappear.

But if you are flawless and true, you won't be involved in these things!

True Qi does not have any impurities, and it will not leave a secret wound on people, which is the most coveted by a martial artist, but he can't do it!

From ancient times to the present, only one Martial Saint has successfully practiced, and there are even others who have succeeded......

With such a pure true qi, even if there is no suitable exercise method or a famous teacher's guidance in the future, this person's achievements will never be low.

Unable to hold back any longer, Yang Shiyao looked at his disciple excitedly: "Go and find out who this genius is, if you don't have a teacher, I am willing to accept the apprentice on behalf of the teacher and let him be my junior ......."

"Yes!"

Many disciples nodded at the same time, and the next moment, sharp arrows shot out in all directions.

……

……

Hong left the city, the city lord's mansion.

Chu Mengyao was studying the iron card she had obtained, and then she saw her sister walk in.

"Sister, look ......"

As she spoke, the girl excitedly handed over a piece of paper with handwriting all over it.

"Leave the book?"

Seeing the top two words, Chu Mengyao shook her head helplessly: "Are you very happy to divorce him?" ”

Chu Mengjiao raised her slender neck: "Of course, he has poor talent and is a gentleman, if it weren't for the Tianyin Patriarch, he wouldn't have agreed to help me out of the siege!" ”

Not wanting to continue on this topic, Chu Mengyao asked, "What are your plans in the future?" ”

Chu Mengjiao said: "Of course, with my sister, I went to Liuyun Sect to cultivate well!" Like my sister, I also want to strive to become a true disciple......"

Chu Mengyao: "Do you know that it takes talent to become a true legend?" ”

Chu Mengjiao was a little weak-hearted: "My talent is not very good, but it should also be able to reach the Xuan level!" ”

The Qianyuan Dynasty also had a clear division of cultivation talents, which were also the four major levels of heaven, earth, Xuan, and Huang, and the following were divided into three of the upper grade, the middle grade, and the lower grade.

Chu Mengyao shook her head: "At most, it is a yellow-level mid-grade...... Xuanjie, don't think about it! ”

Chu Mengjiao was curious: "What about my sister?" ”

A trace of pride flashed in Chu Mengyao's eyes: "I'm a top-grade Xuan-level!" The younger generation of Liuyun Sect can be ranked in the top three! ”

Chu Mengjiao was shocked, full of puzzlement: "The top grade of the Xuan rank can be ranked in the top three, so ...... What about the prefecture level? What about the heavenly level? ”

Chu Mengyao: "It is said that His Majesty of the Qianyuan Dynasty is a low-grade talent at the ground level, and there is only one person in the entire dynasty, as for the heaven level, I have never heard of it......"

Chu Mengjiao's face was full of disbelief, she just wanted to continue asking, she felt something different, she hurriedly raised her head, and the next moment, she saw colorful clouds, shining in all directions.

Seeing this scene, Chu Mengyao stood up abruptly, and her eyes contracted: "How is this possible?" ”

"Sister, what's going on?"

Chu Mengjiao was puzzled.

Chu Mengyao's voice trembled: "I don't know what it is, but I have seen it in the ancient books of the Liuyun Sect, and the appearance of this kind of vision means that there is a peerless genius born ......"

Chu Mengjiao's eyes widened: "Peerless genius? Prefecture-level inferior products? Or ...... Medium grade? ”

"None of ......"

Chu Mengyao's eyes were full of envy: "Yes...... Beyond the heavenly level! ”

"Beyond the Heavenly Level?"

Breathing rapidly, Chu Mengjiao was stunned in place.

She felt that her sister's talent was already unparalleled in the world, and she was only a top-grade Xuan-level Emperor, the Emperor of Qianyuan, a heroic and heroic talent, and only a low-grade at the prefecture level......

Beyond the Heavenly ...... What kind of talent should it be? How amazing?

After I don't know how long, I muttered to myself.

"If you can have a marriage contract with such a genius...... It's worth it in this life! ”