Chapter 188

Tang Ao, Feng Qianqian, Qiao Bingyun, Deng Dafu and Zhuge Xuan were also gathered here.

Sitting in one place, it is particularly eye-catching.

Everyone knows that the five of them have dealt with the little saint and the codename "God" before and after.

and……

Among the younger generation, their strength is among the top thirty!

The friendship between the five people is still deep, and together they are definitely one of the stronger groups among the younger generation of teachers this time.

The only ones who can compare with them are the direct disciples of a few large sects.

Of course... this is the premise that the top ten geniuses of the special team and Jiang Yan are not included in the statistics.

In the minds of the people present, Jiang Yan and the top ten talented ghost masters in the special team could no longer be included in the comparison category. The gap was too huge.

Those who control ghosts in the Divine Court Realm and Divine Realm...

There is still a big realm between us and these people.

"Ling Shuang..." Qiao Bingyun's beautiful eyes fell on the surveillance screen of a classroom, her slender legs overlapped, her expression a little complicated, "Didn't she tell her family that she was going to play?"

"Why are you here?"

Deng Dafu clicked his tongue and marveled: "Amazing, she turns out to be your cousin. No wonder her concentration is so strong. She is the best in the whole class to persevere under the interference of illusions."

"However, Feng Qianqian's sister is also very powerful. Do you two plan to teach her yourself?"

"No." A cold voice came, and Wang He, a direct disciple of Wudang wearing a bun and the strongest young leader of Wudang in the world today, spoke, "Shen Lingshuang, I'll take it with me."

"With such a state of mind, it is most suitable for me to practice Wudang Taoism and Qimen Techniques."

Wang He, among the younger generation of masters who came this time, his strength can be ranked among the top five!

The pinnacle of knowledge!

In Wudang's blessed land formation, I have been practicing for twenty-five years and have never taken a step forward.

It wasn't until this month that he came out of the mountain.

Strength is unfathomable and cannot be measured purely by realm.

Qiao Bingyun said: "That's not necessarily the case."

"Ling Shuang is not a little girl who has never seen the world. I have witnessed the little saint take action twice."

"It's hard to say whether Wudang can seduce her."

Wang He was full of confidence: "What kind of little saint is just a small path, and the realm is illusory. I don't believe that anyone can steadily enter the realm of the divine court at the age of twenty."

"His true fighting prowess is that even I, the pinnacle of fate knowledge, may not be his opponent."

"In other words, if you bully an old and weak Shen Ting like Anbei Tianqing, he will definitely suffer a big loss when facing any of my martial uncles and uncles in the Shen Ting realm in Wudang."

To know.

In this era where spiritual energy is thin and almost extinct.

Geniuses like him, who were rated as the number one cultivators in three hundred years by their masters, had to practice sleepless nights in Wudang spiritual energy formations for twenty-five years before they could reach the peak of knowing their destiny.

A person who is fooling around outside and has never heard of inheritance.

Can you step into the divine realm?

Wang He could only think that this was a castle in the air, and the foundation would not be stable at all if he entered rashly.

"Of course, I'm not saying that he has no talent. On the contrary, being able to step into the realm of the divine court in this era of depleted spiritual energy is already an amazing asset." Wang He said something like a sympathy between geniuses.

"Cultivation is different from being a master of ghosts. There is no shortcut. If he can do this, I, the king, will be ashamed of himself."

"It's just that the cultivation lineage has a very important inheritance. If he can have my Wudang inheritance, his current strength will definitely be more than this."

"I just don't want Shen Lingshuang to be like him, practicing Taoism in a wild way and wasting his talent."

Qiao Bingyun almost blurted out, telling him that the little saint you talked about as being incompetent in fighting in Yeluzi had killed even the four-star ghost king three times in seconds a few days ago! ! !

Fortunately, Zhuge Xuan gave her a crazy look.

She pushed back forcefully.

He curled his lips, too lazy to talk to this guy who was out of touch with the times for more than 20 years.

"That's what Wang Daoyou said." Young monk Yuan Hui, who has also been in Shaolin Temple for thirty years, clasped his hands and sighed, "In this impetuous era, there are always people who take shortcuts and rush for advancement, but they don't know how high the price of an unstable foundation is. ”

"It's like this for ghost masters to attract ghosts into their bodies, and this is even more true for this little saint Jiang Yan."

"Taking shortcuts will definitely lead to endless troubles."

Monk Huizhen, cultivation level - third level of Shenting Realm!

The younger generation here ranks third!

Thirty years of cultivation in the Shaolin Temple's Bronze Man Formation gave him extraordinary confidence in his own strength.

Zheng~~

The quiet sound of the sword sounded like the roar of a dragon.

Another young man in civilian clothes who was sitting meditating in the corner pulled out one-third of the ancient sword. His sword spirit rose in his body, and his fighting spirit was fierce: "If there is a chance, I really want to fight with this little saint."

"Qingcheng Buried Jianyuan's twenty-seven years of cultivation." Chu Feng, a young man in civilian clothes, said to himself, "It is also necessary to use this little saint as a whetstone to stimulate all of it."

The Qingcheng sect has an unprecedented personal descendant—Little Sword Immortal Chu Feng!

The strongest person here!

It is also recognized that the current number one master of Taoism among the younger generation is faintly stronger than the little saint.

Divine Court Realm, tenth level!

Zhuge Xuan was frightened by his sword energy and was speechless.

He lowered his voice and said, "This time the country has really gone big enough to bring out all the geniuses from all the major sects who have been sent to the blessed land formation since they were born."

"The little sword fairy is really awesome. Apart from Old Jiang, I have never felt such terrible pressure from anyone else."

Tang Ao spoke up rarely: "Yes."

"The buried sword abyss has the sword spirit and legacy left by the sword cultivators of the Qingcheng Sect. He has been in it for 27 years, so it is normal that he is strong."

Deng Dafu scratched his head: "Anyway, no matter how awesome he is, he is not enough to beat Old Jiang. He is at the tenth level of the Divine Court Realm. The ghost king next to Old Yan who was beaten by Old Jiang last time is equivalent to more than the tenth level of the Divine Court Realm."

Several people agreed with him.

It's a pity that it's hard to say it out loud.

They can only wait secretly for the day when the little sword fairy will be slapped in the face.

Soon.

The official special commission came in.

The young generation of the special commission, one of the top ten ghost masters, Qiu Xuan!

A four-star ghost king driver!!

Crushing anyone present.

Of course...

He is also a generation older than the people present. He is actually forty years old this year, but the face of a ghost master is frozen most of the time.

Qiu Xuan was also very upset.

Damn it.

Originally, he and Gao Mingwei were going to deal with Huang Xiaoniu and the lawless ghost riders of the Ghost Rider Club in the Imperial Capital.

But halfway through.

A call came from above.

It said that the situation had changed. It was detected that the ghost king on Huang Xiaoniu's side had revived, and the situation was more than ten times more complicated and dangerous.

A change of personnel~~

Let him turn around and take charge of the maintenance work of the Imperial Capital No. 1 High School. Huang Xiaoniu's side was handed over to other people with stronger strength.

"Okay, I know you are all the treasures of the major sects." Qiu Xuan knocked on the table and directly released the ghost domain of the four-star ghost king, suppressing everyone.

At the scene, except for the little sword fairy Chu Feng who could barely hold on and not bend over, everyone else was slightly bent over and bowed his head.

"The cultivators look down on the ghost riders and think that they are taking shortcuts. I don't deny that."

"But..." Qiu Xuan's eyes condensed, "Since you have accepted the conditions of the country and come here, you must teach the students well! Otherwise, I will let some unruly geniuses know that the power of the ghost riders taking shortcuts is also terrible."

He talked about the key points to pay attention to.

Qiu Xuan put away his ghost domain and began to arrange for each of them to select students.

He was worried about the crisis on Huang Xiaoniu's side, and he felt boring while talking.

But he suddenly received an unexpected call.

It was Gao Mingwei: "Qiu Xuan, I have good news for you."

Qiu Xuan: "Huh?"