Chapter 908: The Great Wilderness Fulong Sutra Get√

"Master, what are you thinking about? Hurry up and agree!"

Scarab urges.

This is a saint. If you want to accept you as a disciple, why are you holding back?

Quickly kowtow.

After passing this village, there is no such shop.

In Kyushu, the Middle Earth, respecting teachers and respecting Taoism, the style of studying is very strong, and being able to worship a famous teacher is what every student desires most.

How many people are there?

And how many Asian saints?

Therefore, being able to worship under the door of a seven-star or eight-star famous teacher is everyone's biggest luxury in this life. As for the nine-star Asian sage?

Daydreaming also has to be asleep.

Sun Mo took a deep breath and refused: "I'm sorry, I don't know you well."

"Master, your brain is broken? This is a sage. You have such thick thighs. He cursed at His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty face to face. He didn't dare to do anything to you. Why do you think so hard?"

The scarab is in a hurry.

"It was my omission!"

The corner of Saint Wanye's mouth twitched: "Introduce myself, my name is Teng Wanye, I am good at botany, herbal medicine, alchemy, etc. At the same time, I am proficient in poison, puppet art, beast-fighting art, and some miscellaneous studies. It is the Myriad Leaves Green Tracks Divine Art, and it is a holy-level superb art."

"Master, the subject that people are good at is also what you have studied. If you follow it, you can definitely go further!"

The scarabs are blowing again.

What Teng Wanye said of 'good' and 'proficient' is called modesty. The former is definitely at the level of a great master, while the latter is at the level of a master.

As for the subjects that are not mentioned, it is only a matter of dabbling, and it is only a specialization. In the eyes of the saints, it is not worth mentioning.

"Thank you saint for your love, please forgive me for refusing!"

This time, Sun Mo bowed slightly.

Because Teng Wanye is one of the three saints of Dark Dawn,

His status is noble, and he is extremely elusive. Not much is known about his information, even in the Holy Sect, but now, people have told him.

This is indeed the sincerity of wanting to accept myself as a personal passer.

Unfortunately……

I don't like you as a person.

"That's too bad."

Teng Wanye looked at Sun Mo with a disappointed expression.

Ordinary people die, and when they remember that their sons and grandsons died, they are truly dead, and there are no traces of existence in this world.

Of course, ordinary people have no spiritual pursuit, and they die when they die.

But famous teachers are different.

Famous teachers hope that peach and plum are all over the world, especially those who are qualified to write books and speak, but also hope to pass on their knowledge.

This is the case with Saint Wanye.

His knowledge is too advanced, and it is impossible for non-genius students to obtain it, so he cherishes Sun Mo.

This is like those kings and heroes in ancient times. After catching a peerless beauty, they would never kill them, but kept them in the harem.

For famous teachers, students with outstanding talent are their 'beauties'.

Conquering talented students and letting them kneel in front of them respectfully and listen to their sincere teachings can give famous teachers a sense of accomplishment more than killing them physically.

So Teng Wanye flicked his fingers.

call out!

A green seed, the size of a fingernail, flashed past and was printed on Sun Mo's eyebrows.

Click! Click!

When the seed touched the skin, it immediately broke through the ground and sprouted, growing a dozen roots, wrapping Sun Mo's head, and then suddenly exerting force and strangling him.

"It's over, I'm going to die."

The scarab is desperate.

Why are there always some people, like Sun Mo, who are not afraid of death?

Sun Mo's head, like a watermelon caught in a net, was shrunk so hard that it was about to burst open, but with a snap, those roots suddenly merged into the skull.

Except for some scratches, I can't see anything wrong at all.

"It looks like a 'seed', but it's actually a kind of Gu worm. I plant it in your mind, and it will release the knowledge it carries. You have to learn, and if you understand it, you can live. If you don’t understand it, you will be killed by the Gu worm, and you will go out of your mind.”

Teng Wanye popular science.

This is the trial he set for Sun Mo. If Sun Mo dies, it means that he is a mediocre person. If he survives to the end, then it is worth taking his own shot, overcoming all difficulties and accepting him as a disciple.

"But you shouldn't live to the end, right?"

Teng Wanye didn't hold out much hope, because over the centuries, he had planted more than 300 seeds, but only three survived. You must know that those are the most amazing people.

Each of them is a talented rookie who ranks in the top three on the list of famous teachers.

Sun Mo's brain felt as if he had poured a lot of water into it.

Teng Wanye glanced at Murong Mingyue, but didn't kill her, a great master, or a relatively small puppet school, it would be a pity to kill her.

"Live well, I hope you can bring puppetology into a new field!"

Without stepping on the ground, Teng Wanye floated to the unconscious Wanyanmei. After a general inspection, he snapped and flicked his fingers.

Green seeds entered Wanyanmei's body, and then took root and sprout, releasing a large amount of life essence.

Wanyanmei's body lit up with a green light, and her injuries were quickly repaired.

After doing all this, a huge vine suddenly grew under Teng Wanye's feet, wrapped around him, and with a snap, it exploded into leaves that filled the sky, flowing with splendor, and Teng Wanye disappeared.

"Woooooo, master, we survived."

The scarab beetle burst into tears, although the master had been planted with a Gu worm in the head, and he might die in the future, but it didn't matter, at least he was still alive.

Can enjoy day by day.

But the master is really amazing, and even a saint appreciates it so much.

Sun Mo was looking at the messy Dragon Heart Hall, looking at the broken corpses and flesh and blood, without the slightest joy.

Who would have thought that this would end up being the case?

"My dragon soul, I lost it before it was warmed up in my hands."

Sun Mo sighed.

"Sun Mo, keep quiet."

A voice suddenly resounded in Sun Mo's mind, causing him to frown, feeling excited, but immediately, he was forcibly suppressed by him.

"Didn't you get caught?"

Sun Mo was curious because it was Dragon Soul who spoke.

"It was taken away, but we signed a contract with the psychic language, my soul can temporarily attach to your body."

Dragon Soul explained.

It has been imprisoned for so many years, and it has learned very early. Although it was mighty and domineering just now, its true soul has long since shrunk in Sun Mo's body.

Can't even get killed.

Unexpectedly, this cautious, let it escape.

"I have to absorb some of your life essence again, or I will die, you should endure it first."

Dragon Soul made a sound just to have breakfast, otherwise, with its prudence, it had to wait ten days and a half for the Saint Wanye to stop appearing at all.

What if someone lurks in the dark and finds themselves?

Fortunately, Sun Mo's nerves are still relatively tenacious, and there are no flaws in his expression.

Sun Mo suddenly felt a little excited about what was lost and found.

The presence of the dragon soul means that the Great Wilderness Fulongjing is here, and this wave is not a loss!

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded outside the main hall.