After answering Wang Mou's question, the elder who passed the message continued: "After seven days, we will lead you to the Qingxin Cliff for the selection of apprentices, please prepare well. ”

Wang Mou secretly thought below: I won't go to participate in this kind of thankless work, just mess around these days, and try to fill my dantian.

But then another word from the elder made Wang Mou change his mind. "The head of the sect has decided that anyone who becomes a disciple of the little Dharma King can directly obtain the qualification of the heir of the head of the sect. ”

As soon as these words came out, Wang Mou's eyes instantly lit up. The heir to the head of the sect means a complete dragon swallowing technique, and with a complete dragon swallowing technique, then you can obtain a technique that is close to invincibility.

Thinking of this, Wang Mou couldn't help but be overjoyed, and was determined to win the qualification of the heir to the head of the family. Wang Mou weighed the strength of his body for a while, if he showed all his current means, he was sure to beat them all, but now many of his own means, such as wishful wishes, and the cultivation of the worldly realm are unsightly, so if you want to get the disciple place, you still need to put in some effort.

After briefly stating the sect's expectations and the importance of the matter, the Elder left with only an order to gather here the next morning to organize a training camp.

As soon as the elder left, the people who remained began to discuss. Li Tieniu was the first to run over to Wang Mou's side and said excitedly: "Brother Wang, do you say that this little Dharma King is very powerful?"

Wang Mou's face was a little embarrassed, nodded and didn't say much. Jia Nanxun on the side took over the conversation: "That's for sure, the silver-faced Dharma King is the fourth in the world, that is the legendary immortal figure, since the little Dharma King is the son of the silver-faced Dharma King, it must also be a miracle!"

Jia Nanxun couldn't stop the car from the beginning of this topic, and began to instill in Li Tieniu the high-level immortal cultivator in his heart, Li Tieniu's realm is not high and he is in a remote area where the news is relatively closed, hearing what Jia Nanxun said like this, his expression is full of envy.

Wang Mou saw that these two people were talking hotly, so he quietly left this place, he didn't want to accept the destruction of Jia Nanxun's deformed immortal image again.

As soon as Wang Mou arrived in the house, Wan Fazi appeared and said to Wang Mou with a strange face: "Old Wang, that little Fa Wang is your son?"

"I'm wondering, I don't even have a Taoist son. Wang Mou sat depressedly on the futon.

"Maybe, there is no Taoist couple, and there may not be no son!" Wan Fazi looked at Wang Mou with a wicked smile, and his face seemed to be full of what you understand.

"Fuck off. Wang Mou kicked Wan Fazi, and then fell into thought. The time when this "son" popped out was very ingenious, whether it was Zuo Dao's design or purely accidental, which made Wang Mou fall into deep thought.

However, Wang Mou thought for a while, and then put it down, after all, with his current strength, no matter how much he wants, he is powerless, so it is better to improve his strength with peace of mind and respond to all changes without change.

Wang Mou spent the night in cultivation, and the next morning Wang Mou came to the open space in front of the Dragon Swallowing Palace.

At this time, the personnel had already come, Jia Nanxun and Li Tieniu were standing aside and saying something, seeing their excited appearance, Wang Mou couldn't help but smile.

"Brother Wang, come here. Jia Nanxun saw Wang Mou coming, and hurriedly beckoned.

Wang Mou nodded and prepared to go over. At this time, a person next to Jia Nanxun said in a strange manner: "Xiao Jia, such a little monk in the middle of the condensation realm, what are you polite to him." ”

Hearing this, Wang Mou smiled a little embarrassed, and looked at the person, who was the only monk from the Extraordinary Realm other than Jia Nanxun. When the man saw Wang Mou looking at him, his expression became even more arrogant.

I haven't been said to be a little monk for many years, but this time I was ridiculed by a "little monk" who was still in the early stage of the creation realm, and this was to let my fox friends know about it, and I didn't have to laugh at myself to death. Wang Mou thought to himself.

At this moment, Jia Nanxun hit the man with a big mouth, and the man didn't have time to dodge. When he heard a "pop", the man covered his face and flew out.

"You ......" The man pointed at Jia Nanxun with an angry face.

"What are you, Lao Tzu is doing things, and you don't need your Chu Jin Spear to point out. Jia Nanxun looked at the man with a look of disgust, "Finger again, finger again, finger again to cut off your finger." ”

Wang Mou looked at this scene and smiled, walked to Jia Nanxun's side, and said in a low voice: "Brother Jia, is this a bit overdone." ”

Wang Mou was a little worried about Jia Nanxun at this time, although Jia Nanxun's style made him like it very much, but from his speech that day, he could hear that he was helpless in the sect, in case this Chu Jinmao was behind his back, he was afraid that he would not be able to deal with it. As for himself, Wang Mou didn't have too much to worry about, not to mention his unknown methods, even if something happened, he could fly away and ignore it.

"Don't get in the way, I'm the head of the family, he doesn't dare to do anything to me" Jia Nanxun seemed to see Wang Mou's concerns, "This kid relies on his father to be a law enforcement elder, and he usually feels that he is superior." When I was in the company, no, when I was in my hometown, I couldn't get used to seeing such people. Now, there are conditions to fight such people, what am I waiting for. ”

Wang Mou didn't say much when he saw that Jia Nanxun had no worries, looking at Chu Jinmao, who was still uneven, Wang Mou smiled at him, and he didn't have a good impression of such a villain.

But he didn't want Wang Mou to laugh and make Chu Jinmao remember his revenge, Chu Jinmao thought in his heart: Jia Nanxun is the head of the family and his disciple can't afford to provoke him, Wang Mou, a little monk, dares to mock him, this is unreasonable.

However, Jia Nanxun was by his side, and Chu Jinmao was not easy to attack, so he could only give up temporarily.

After a while, everyone came, and the elder who had delivered the message yesterday also came here, glanced at it, and said in a deep voice: "For the next seven days, you will train here every day to prepare for the selection, do you understand?"

"Understood. All the disciples said in unison.

The elder who had spoken nodded in satisfaction, and waved his hand to begin the day's training. The training process is actually very simple, it is a simple actual battle, or a one-on-one catch-and-kill, or a team battle, and everyone present is also exhausted at the end of the day.

During the training process, Wang Mou also secretly paid attention to others. Jia Nanxun is naturally the undisputed first among everyone, whether it is the realm of the middle stage of the Mortal Realm or the top level of combat skills, Wang Mou estimates that even if he exhausts all the means, it will take some effort to deal with Jia Nanxun.

The corresponding Chu Jin spear is actually not bad, but in Wang Mou's eyes, it is far inferior to Jia Nanxun, and the move of opening and closing is a bit insidious by him, although the realm is stable and overwhelming everyone except Jia Nanxun, but it is no different from everyone in some details.

The actual combat training was over, and Wang Mou was about to go back to his room to rest, but the messenger elder lacked to lead everyone to a secret room.

"This was once the place where the spirit stones of the sect were stored," the Elder explained as he looked at the people who were a little puzzled, "This place has been stacked with spirit stones for many years, so the concentration of spiritual power in this place is far beyond that of the outside world, and in the past few days, you have cultivated here first." ”

As soon as the messenger elder had finished speaking, he left the place, leaving only two boys to take care of it.

The rest of the people were naturally overjoyed when they heard the words of the elder, and they all sat down cross-legged and cultivated here. Wang Mou felt that it didn't matter, for him, the amount of spiritual energy was not very important, what he needed now was the transformation of spiritual power, but once it came, it was safe, and Wang Mou also cultivated quietly here.

At night, Wang Mou, who was meditating on the transformation of spiritual power, suddenly felt something flying behind him, grabbed it with his hand, and found that it was a flying needle.

Wang Mou looked left and right, and found that the figure of Chu Jinmao not far behind him was a little unnatural, and he couldn't help but smile, thinking in his heart: I didn't expect that I would inadvertently find such a villain for myself, just now this needle was aimed at one of my spiritual energy nodes, if this needle is pierced, I am afraid that my spiritual power will be instantly confused, it is really insidious.

However, the needle of Chu Jinspear also aroused Wang Mou's bad taste, and Wang Mou pretended not to find it, and quietly used wishful thinking silk to wrap the flying needle and move towards Chu Jinmao.

Chu Jinmao saw that his flying needle did not hit Wang Mou, so he was a little angry and prepared to take another needle. At this time, Chu Jinmao felt a heart-piercing pain in the center of his foot, Chu Jinmao stood up with a snort, but there was a heart-piercing pain in the center of his foot.

The people around looked at Chu Jinmao and shouted, and they all stopped cultivating and looked at Chu Jinmao.

"Wang Mou, you ......" Chu Jinmao sat on the ground and pointed at this Wang Mou.

"Pointing at something, and then pointing at you to cut it off. Wang Mou said with a smile to Chu Jinmao, this morning I felt that Jia Nanxun's words were very imposing, and I felt a lot more comfortable when I said it at this time.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a place of retreat, and I hope you will be quiet. Seeing this scene, the two boys hurriedly reminded them.

Chu Jinmao wanted to have a seizure, but when he saw Jia Nanxun beside Wang Mou, plus he provoked this matter first, it would be useless for him to say too much, so he had to give up, glanced at Wang Mou fiercely, and dealt with the injury on his foot.

"What's wrong with Brother Wang?" Jia Nanxun came to Wang Mou's side and asked Wang Mou.

"It's okay, I gave him a foot acupuncture. Wang Mou smiled.

Jia Nanxun looked at the Chu Jin spear who pulled out the flying needle from his Yongquan acupoint, and he also understood seven or eight points in his heart, smiled, turned around and went to cultivate.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the training camp has reached the fifth day. In the past few days, they have also been fighting during the day and practicing at night, and sometimes a few elders have come to give guidance, and the content of each day is almost the same. However, this kind of training camp has made everyone's combat experience improve rapidly.

Chu Jinmao didn't make any more moves against Wang Mou in the past few days, and that night he also realized that Wang Mou was a hard stubble and difficult to deal with, but his hatred for Wang Mou and Jia Nanxun did intensify.

Early in the morning of the fifth day, Wang Mou and the others were ready to leave the secret envoy and go to the Dragon Swallowing Hall to start today's cultivation, but before they left the secret room, they saw a person come in the secret room, but this person was the head of the Dragon Swallowing Dao - Wang Qiu.

"I've seen the boss. Seeing the head of the house coming, everyone hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

Wang Qiu waved his hand and said, "I have seen the results of your disciples' cultivation in the past few days, but it is not enough to win the selection with just a few days of assault training. Therefore, after the unanimous decision of the sect, we are ready to open the treasure house of the sect for you to choose the right blade. ”

Wang Mou was overjoyed when he heard this, and this time he was finally able to solve the dilemma that he had no blade to use when he couldn't use the Wishful Wishing Silk.

(To be continued)