Every day that followed, Wu Qi worked hard to cultivate this spell that had never made him so interested. His strength has also improved greatly over time. Of course, if this spell could only increase strength and not fight, Wuqi wouldn't be so hard.

Although page 18 of the Nameless Scroll does not contain any record of tricks, the phrase "Spell Tips: Tron. But he gave Wuqi a huge hint, he is also a very smart person, if it weren't for this, he wouldn't have figured out the true meaning of this sentence just after reading these five words for a week.

The key to spelling is only one word for creation, so can there be a better understanding of the word "creation" than this in addition to innovation and creation? So, after practicing spells for a month, he began his journey of creating spells, and the results were naturally very successful.

Wu Qi was very satisfied with his unique moves, and he also had unprecedented confidence, he was confident that with his strength as an intermediate spell master, as long as he didn't run into a perverted peak powerhouse of the Holy Realm like Abel, he would be able to go for a while even a master level strength.

And in order to confirm whether his trick was really effective, Wuqi also ventured into the Demonic Beast Forest that had stopped him, and tested all kinds of vicious Demonic Beasts many times. During this period, although he was involved in many dangers and almost lost his life, the trick he created had a surprisingly good effect, and this result made him excited for three days and three nights before he slowly regained his calm.

That is, from this day on, when he had his own spell tricks and the spell that was most suitable for his cultivation, Wuqi began a long cultivation journey.

Three years later, on the periphery of the mist outside the Demonic Beast Forest in the back mountain of Wushan, there were hundreds of people standing, and they were burying their heads in search of something under the loud command of an old man.

The old man was dressed in a black robe, his hair was as black as ink, his face was wrinkled and contoured, and he was obviously past his age, but he did not look like an old man. Not only is his face ruddy, but his eyes are bright, and at a glance, he actually gives people a feeling of being old and undecrepit. This old man is none other than Wuqi's master, Waltson. Although his appearance at this time was not much different from that of three years ago, his complexion at this time was obviously ruddy and slightly white, which was entirely due to his concern for Wuqi's safety.

It's been three years! The rabbit and I agreed that he would come back in a year. Why did he go for so long, it couldn't be that he was eaten by the demonic beasts in this demonic beast forest, right? I remember this bunny cub telling me that he has the ability to repair itself. But why hasn't it come out yet?

Could it be that there was something that prevented him from coming out? It's okay, this little rabbit cub is so smart that he should be able to save the day! But I'm still worried. You little bunny...... Ay......

After Worthen let out a long sigh, he shouted to the hundreds of outer disciples who were still busy in front of him, "You give me a little strength. Let's take a closer look and see if there's anything left of your brother nearby!"

As he spoke, he saw a few outer disciples in front of him on his left who were lazily whispering there, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted angrily: "You two! Find me quickly! Don't be lazy! If I find out again, I won't have to eat dinner today!"

"Yes......" When these outer disciples heard Worthen's shouting, their bodies trembled suddenly, and they immediately scattered in all directions, and reluctantly lowered their heads and started the work in their hands again. Several other disciples who were lazy and lazy heard Waltson's break just now, and they also dispersed, and returned to their posts depressedly to continue this boring job search.

Maybe it was because Worthen was old, or maybe he was really too tired in the past three years, and after supervising for a while, he suddenly felt a sense of fatigue all over his body, and fell asleep leaning against a big tree. This really embarrassed Worthen.

Although Wuqi is not his own child, Wuqi has grown up day by day under his nose, and it is he Watson who pulls Wuqi from a baby who doesn't understand anything to a slightly sensible age with a handful of snot and tears. To say that Worthen is not worried about Wuqi is completely false.

The so-called love over time is this truth. Although he didn't admit it, in fact, deep down in Watson's heart, he had already regarded Wuqi as his own child. But how can the mind of being a parent be understood by this stinky boy who has not dried up?

Although Worthen never married in his life, he was a man after all, so he couldn't be as spoiled as a woman to Wuqi, which would be as strict as a father to his son. But sternness is only like this in front of Wuqi, when Wuqi left Walt Sen to go to the Warcraft Forest to adventure alone, Waltson's heart was suddenly picked up, and his throat was raised.

Ever since the day Wuqi left Wushan, he had been worrying about whether Wuqi would succeed in surviving in the Warcraft Forest. But at the same time, I am secretly looking forward to whether Wuqi can return triumphantly.

When the appointed day came, Watson went out early in the morning and came to the entrance of the Warcraft Forest to wait for the return of his half son, but the result made him very worried, he waited from the beginning of the sun to the sunset, and the moon climbed into the night sky without waiting for Wuqi's return, and then returned to his residence worriedly.

That night, Worthen, a master wizard who had long forgotten what insomnia was, actually lost sleep because of it. The next day, he ran to the entrance of the Monster Forest early in the morning, but he still didn't wait for Wuqi's return.

On the third day, he went and waited for a whole day, but the result remained the same. A week later, when Waltson finally fell ill from exhaustion after not getting a good rest for three days and three nights, he finally had to stay in his residence to recuperate.

During the cultivation period, in order to wait for Wuqi's return as soon as possible, he sent hundreds of outer disciples to wait outside the fog of the Warcraft Forest. When Watson recovered from his serious illness and recovered, he would come here every day to wait quietly, but the result made him not only not at ease, but more and more worried.

In half a year, Walzen did not sleep well for a day, and he couldn't sleep all night almost every day. Therefore, he finally decided to let these hundreds of disciples search outside the fog at the entrance of the Demon Beast Forest to see if there was anything left behind, and rely on these to judge Wuqi's life and death.

It's not that Worthen doesn't dare to enter the interior of the Warcraft Forest directly, but this Warcraft Forest is too big, and he can't be sure that he can definitely find Wuqi, if he doesn't find Wuqi, he and the hundreds of outer disciples are lost, then something will happen.

After all, he was not only the master of Wuqi, but also the master of the entire Wushan Mountain, with many disciples under him, and he was also responsible for the other disciples, although he wanted to venture in, he couldn't do that.

So after a long time, Waltson's whole person was trapped by fatigue, and as soon as he fell asleep here, those outer disciples who were still looking down to check the clues suddenly stopped what they were doing, and they each turned their heads and whispered in their ears.

"Hey, did you say Master is old and has a problem with his head?"

"What do you mean?"

"He asks us every day to look for something outside the mist at the entrance to the Monster Forest, is there a treasure here? We've been looking for it for three months. We've turned over the dirt and rocks around here, and there's no treasure there. Except for a few insect monsters growing in the dirt, there was nothing. You said that even we know that there is no treasure here, can Master and his old man not know about Lu Dao?"

"That's right. ”

"That's right. Master, his old man knew that there was nothing here, and he asked us to turn over the land here every day, if it wasn't a problem with our brains, what else could it be?"

"Go, go, go, you crow's mouth, what nonsense! Haven't you heard that three years ago, one of Master's closed disciples entered the Demonic Beast Forest alone and never came back?"

"Huh. And here's this? I'm new here, I don't know about it, can you tell me about it?"

"That's it. I also heard about it a year ago from a senior brother who has been here for four or five years. It is said that three years ago, one of Master's closed disciples was tested in order to obtain Master's witchcraft teaching, and entered the Warcraft Forest alone to survive for a year. After a year, if he comes back alive, Master will teach him witchcraft. But Master's closed disciple has been gone for three whole years, no, there is no news yet. ”

"You mean, the thing that Master just asked us to find was left behind, and the senior brother he was talking about is Master's closed disciple?"

"Yes. The reason why Master asked us to come here every day is to wait for my brother to come back, and to hope that my brother will be safe. Although the master also felt that his closed disciple was probably dead, he was still unwilling to admit this fact. So ......"

"I see. What is the name of this closed disciple of Master? Is he a person who is more powerful than Senior Brother? Isn't he very old?"

"Huh...... Master's closed disciple was only nine years old when he entered the Demon Beast Forest for the test. Now, even if he is still alive, he is only twelve years old at most. Strength, according to the senior brother who told me these things, the strength of this closed disciple of the master is the worst of all the inner disciples in Wushan. And his body is still very weak, even we are not as good, his name is Wuqi. It seems that this name was given to him by the Master himself. ”

After listening to the narration of this outer disciple, the dozens of outer disciples around him who had just started for a short time were all full of surprise on their faces, but these dozens of newcomers had not completely recovered from the shock, and suddenly felt a whistling and extremely harsh wind blowing behind them, and then suddenly heard a rapid voice in his ears: "Not good! It seems that something is about to come out of the Warcraft Forest! Everyone run!"

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