Xining turned around and came to Deng Huan.

Is this the real powerhouse of Yun Chu Sect, he can actually see the child's martial arts rank at a glance. The town lord was vigilant, if Elder Xining wanted to rob people, I am afraid that ten of them would not be able to stop him.

However, he was immediately relieved, how could the elders of the dignified Chuyun Sect blatantly rob people? Besides, it was really robbed, and that was also Deng Huan's great luck.

"Son, are you seven years old?"

Elder Xining slowly squatted down, on a par with Deng Huan, and asked softly.

"Yes, today happens to be my seventh birthday"

Deng Huan was not afraid, and replied truthfully.

"A very talented child, he actually built roots and six products, even in Yunchuzhou, he is already a genius. It's a pity, it's a year older."

Xining gently stroked Deng Huan's little head.

Yunchu Prefecture is an area where Yunchu Sect is located, where the martial arts civilization is developed, the aura of heaven and earth is strong, and the quality of martial artists is much higher than that of any other region.

Deng Huan also sighed,

"I started rooting when I was six years old, I started rooting once, I failed once, and before today, I had failed seventeen times. Today's eighteenth root-building was finally successful, so I am also a year older."

"What?"

Although Elder Xining was so well-informed, he had never heard of it, and it took him eighteen times to succeed. If you fail to build your roots five or six times at most, no one will persist in it, one is that the wear and tear of your mind is exhausted, but the more times you fail to build your roots, the lower the chance of success next time.

Seventeen failed to build roots, there is no possibility of success in rooting, Deng Huan's eighteenth rooting can actually succeed, and it is also a very good six-grade martial root, which is simply a miracle.

Elder Xining was already speechless in surprise, he had been crisscrossing the Yunchu Continent for hundreds of years, and he had never heard of or seen Deng Huan's matter.

Not to mention the success rate of root-building, but the pain of failing to build roots seventeen times is not something that ordinary people can bear, and how strong a heart it must be.

"Elder Xining doesn't know, Deng Huan was originally a nine-grade root-building, and then I don't know why he broke three pillars of light before it was reduced to six-grade."

Wang Ji saw that Xining was silent for a long time, so he stepped forward to add.

"Jiupin!?"

After listening to Wang Ji's words, Xining's worldview was completely refreshed today. Not only what he saw, but even if it was all the historical records of the Yunchu Continent, the highest was the eighth rank martial root, and the ninth rank was completely a legendary existence!

"What you say, seriously?"

Xining can completely think that Wang Ji lied to him. Jiupin Wugen, does it really exist?

"Seriously, not only me, but everyone present can testify"

Wang Ji said categorically.

"That's right, we were also inspired by the birth of the Nine Rank Martial Roots. It's a pity, for some reason, that in the end, it will be broken into three and reduced to six grades"

The town lord also spoke.

"Maybe it's jealous of God."

Xining finally believed it.

He took out a jade pendant from his arms, on which the flower was depicted, a tree and a willow leaf, just like the pattern on Xining's clothes, and the word "Chuyun" was written crookedly on it.

"Your name is Deng Huan, right, although you built your roots a year later than normal people, but I believe that with your six-grade martial roots, you are destined to be ordinary."

"Two years later, it will be the general election of the new disciples of my Chuyun Sect, with this jade pendant, you will have the qualifications to participate in the general election, which is equivalent to a stepping stone. If you want to enter the First Cloud Sect, then come on."

"The selection of the Chuyun Sect is very strict, and you will not release water because you are recommended by me, you need to cultivate hard, and you can't relax"

Xining handed the jade pendant to Deng Huan, and the figure disappeared immediately.

"There will be a date later!"

"Hey, this elder of the Cloud Primal Sect, his strength is really unfathomable"

The cultivators of the town lord Shengguan realm didn't see how Xining left, and his eyes showed indescribable envy. He turned around and came to Deng Huan,

"Child, you have to work hard, for our Yunxiang Town"

The town lord picked up the owner of the Yin-Yang Village and flew towards the Yin-Yang Village.

After the town lord left, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed. But after today, a name will completely spread throughout Yunxiang Town, and even beyond. Over there, Liupin Wugen Deng Huan!

"Deng Huan, you have successfully established your roots, are you willing to join my Yunxiang Academy to study?"

Yang Jiaotou looked at Deng Huan, his eyes were full of fire, and he asked eagerly.

Yunxiang Academy is a cultivator academy opened by the head of the Yang Sect, which is dedicated to pointing out the path for children's cultivation. Time on the starting line is extremely precious, and Yunxiang Academy happens to have this ability.

And the children who have just embarked on the path of cultivation are lacking a guide, and Yunxiang Academy's strength is strong, which is the best choice. Not only the children of Yunxiang Town, but even the children of several surrounding towns also came here, which can be regarded as a small influence.

"Then thank you Yang Sect Leader!"

Deng Huan built his roots a year later than others, although Wugen's grade is extraordinary, but there is no one to guide him, and his mother is just an ordinary person. And Deng Huan had heard about Yunxiang Academy early, which was exactly what he needed, even if the head of the Yang Sect didn't say it, Deng Huan would ask.

The sunset gradually drooped, and Deng Huan said goodbye to everyone and went home.

"Mother, the child is back!"

Although several hours have passed since the success of rooting, Deng Huan couldn't suppress the joy in her heart, and happily returned home and called her mother.

"Ying'er is back, how is it today, has the rooting been successful?"

The woman sat in the room, watching Deng Huan's movements and expression, and guessed something.

"It worked! The boy finally made it!"

In front of her mother-in-law, Deng Huan couldn't hide her joy.

"It's been a hard day, after dinner, let's have a good rest"

So saying, the woman got up and went away, and went into her own room.

Isn't my mother happy?

Looking at the back of his mother's leaving, Deng Huan scratched his head.

I can't figure it out, but fortunately I don't want to. Deng Huan finished eating the meal prepared by her mother and returned to her room to rest.

As soon as he lay on the bed, Deng Huan couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling the six martial artists standing in his mind, he couldn't believe that all this was true.

Even a few hours ago, he was still a poor boy who had failed to build his roots seventeen times, but now he has become a genius of the six grades of rooting, and all this came too fast and too fast.

He was so afraid that it was just a dream, and when he woke up, he would go back to the time when there was nothing, how sad it was.

Luckily, it's not a dream.

Suddenly, Deng Huan's mind was shocked, he opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up.

An illusory little golden dragon of about a foot flew in front of Deng Huan, and the dark room that was originally only illuminated by a small lamp instantly became bright, and the golden light was shining.

Isn't that what feather shirts are?

"Deng Huan, what's the matter with you, so much sentimentality"

"Nothing, though, how can you get out of my mind?"

Deng Huan looked at the flying feather shirt and realized that what happened today was not a dream, it was good. However, the appearance of the feather shirt surprised him.