"Come out!" Xu Errong said in his heart.

As soon as he said this, the Weiyang Sword appeared in Xu Errong's hand. It was so fast that it seemed as if it had already known his intention. The Weiyang Sword was now even more gorgeous than before, and the light on the sword was getting brighter and brighter. If he knew at a glance that this sword was not an ordinary item before, now he could feel it just by feeling the aura on the sword without even looking at it.

Xu Errong played with the Weiyang Sword and felt as if it was tailor-made for her. She used it with great ease, a feeling she had never experienced before.

"From now on, we will be the most sincere friends and will never abandon each other!" Xu Errong looked at Weiyang Jian and said slowly, his eyes filled with seriousness. This was his promise.

The Weiyang Sword seemed to have sensed Xu Errong's affection and sincerity. A buzzing sound came from the tip of the sword, and Xu Errong smiled.

The moment the Weiyang Sword came out, a golden beam of light shone on him. Xu Errong felt that the golden beam of light shining on his body was very comfortable, as if every cell in his body could breathe lightly. The fatigue in his body disappeared completely in an instant. If he stayed in the beam of light all the time, it would be of great benefit to him. The ancient ruins were indeed magical!

Soon, Xu Errong's eyes went dark, and when she opened her eyes again, she was already in another place.

In front of him was an extremely strange space. Except for the solid granite under his feet, the surroundings seemed to be a world of water. A blue color mixed with transparent space, accompanied by rippling water ripples, looked really beautiful.

Because of the water ripples, the granite floor also reflected this light. She could even feel the ripples of the flowing water making the air more humid, but this feeling made it feel a little more refreshing.

That old and distant voice sounded in Xu Errong's ears again: "What's your name?"

As soon as these words were spoken, a figure appeared in front of Xu Errong. He was about 1.9 meters tall and wore a black robe with auspicious dragon pattern on the edge and gold thread. It was obvious that it was a top-grade product. However, Xu Errong was shocked that this auspicious dragon pattern was probably not something that ordinary people could afford to wear. It seemed that this powerful man was not only powerful, but also had an extraordinary identity.

Looking up, she finally saw the man's face clearly. It was different from what she expected. The man was about forty-five years old, with a square face, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He was just standing there, but his face was full of majesty, and his every move showed his authority without any anger.

When he first heard those words, he thought it was an elderly man, but he didn't expect it to be a middle-aged man. However, Xu Errong knew very well in his heart that what he saw now was definitely not his real age. From the strength of this strong man, it can be seen that he must have lived for at least several hundred years!

"I am Xu Errong, a junior, nice to meet you, senior." Xu Errong bowed and said, his gaze shifted from the mighty man to the ground, appearing very humble.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Sixteen years old, high monarch level, barely acceptable."

Xu Errong's mind focused. She was not surprised that he could see her cultivation level. What surprised her was that he could tell her age at a glance. Hearing the word "barely", Xu Errong clicked her lips. However, thinking of An Ran, An Yu and Jun Zichen beside him, she felt relieved. It could indeed be considered barely acceptable.

"Senior, why are you here?" He could feel his flesh and blood, so real, but if he was not dead, why would he build these ruins? This is so old!

Hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled slightly, but there was a hint of helplessness in his smile: "The me before you now is just an illusion left behind. Once someone accepts my inheritance, I will completely disappear from this world."

After hearing what the middle-aged man said, Xu Errong finally understood, and felt a little melancholy in his heart. The senior was so powerful, but in the end he turned into a handful of yellow earth. This is really a pity!

The middle-aged man obviously noticed the melancholy and regret in Xu Errong's eyes, and the curve of his mouth widened a little: "Everyone in this world has their own destiny. As long as you feel no regrets, that's all."

Hearing this, Xu Errong nodded. If the middle-aged man could see things so clearly, why should she think so much? Birth, aging, sickness, and death were all inevitable stages of life. What was there for him to regret?

"Now, let me see your potential and whether you are qualified to receive my inheritance!" the middle-aged man said.

As soon as these words came out, Xu Errong felt an irresistible force coming, and the next second she was standing in front of the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man's right hand was on her shoulder.

A powerful energy rushed into her body, and she had no strength to resist at all. You know, if a different force suddenly appeared in a good body, the result of mutual repulsion would be very terrifying. The energy in Xu Errong's body was constantly fighting, and her body became a battlefield.

The middle-aged man seemed not to care about these things at all, and was doing these things on his own. His right hand was simply placed there, but it was like an iron clamp that made Xu Errong unable to move at all.

With Xu Errong's intelligence, he immediately figured out the middle-aged man's thoughts. On the one hand, his action was to test his potential, bones, talent, etc. On the other hand, it was also to test his mind to see if he could endure such pain.

Xu Errong pursed her lips tightly, not allowing herself to make any sound. Her face was almost pale, and she even used her mind to control the chaotic energy in her body, trying to prevent them from being too repulsive to that power.

After all, the energy in her body was no match for the powerful energy of the middle-aged man, and her meridians were shattered bit by bit because of this! This pain was even more painful than the process of cleansing the meridians and marrow. Her mind was so clear that she could even clearly feel the process of her meridians breaking!

She still stood there proudly, not even moving a muscle! Her slender figure seemed so fragile, yet within this willow-like body resided an incomparably powerful and persistent soul!

No matter how talented a person is, he will eventually be just like everyone else if he doesn't have a strong mind.

When the middle-aged man saw the persistence and indomitable spirit in Xu Errong's eyes, he nodded secretly. He seemed to have found a good talent here.

He exuded an air of dominance, and spoke calmly, his tone undisguisedly domineering: "Are you willing to be my disciple and accept my inheritance?"

(To be continued.)