Chang Xiaozi's face showed an anxious look. "Is the Heavenly Court very cruel?"
The old farmer sighed. "The others are actually fine, but that True Lord of the Fire Department is a rude jerk. He's always getting into fights with people. I've been picked on by him twice!"
"Old Four is even more tiresome. He won't return to Heaven unless there's something wrong!"
"The key issue is that he's quite powerful. A single Thunder Tribulation Realm experience is considered one of the best in the entire history of Heaven!"
"As for the specific strength... it's about the same as your Baoneng's SSS level."
SSS level!
There was a hint of longing in Yaksha's eyes.
During the conversation with the boss, he once knew that he could become the only SSS-level master in the future.
He had already seen the Immortal Evil Phoenix at the peak of SS level.
SSS level!
He had never seen it before, and now he could finally see it.
"Old man, according to you, Lao Qi is in danger?"
The old farmer nodded. "He's an outsider cultivator. The spiritual power within him is like a bright light. If someone from Heaven discovers him, he won't be able to escape!"
"The fourth and second oldest have a good relationship."
"For the past few hundred years, the Fourth Brother has been managing the Heavenly Court. The Fire Department has been unable to manage it because of that vulgar guy."
"But the other three divisions all need Number Four to compete with the Fire Division."
"Especially Feng Yang from the Wind Department, who has the best relationship with the Fourth Brother."
"If the fourth brother supports the second brother, the Heavenly Court will definitely take action."
"Although Qi Cheng has great potential, he is just a mere Sun Traveler. He is not strong enough to face so many powerful people from the four divisions of the Heavenly Court!"
Speaking of this, the Ice God also became anxious.
"What about the Biyou Palace? Didn't you say that the Biyou Palace and the Heavenly Court are not getting along?"
The old farmer nodded. "No, we won't! But even if we don't, we still have to consider the person. How many people died in the Biyou Palace during the Dragon City disaster?"
"Over the years, many of the evildoers in the Biyou Palace have been killed by your Baoneng!"
"In terms of hatred, the Biyou Palace is even higher than the Heavenly Palace."
"Among the four great disciples, Gui Lingzi has the best impression of Baoneng, while Huo Lingzi has the worst."
"I heard from you that the Turtle Spirit has been absorbed by Old Nine."
"Then no one will like you!"
"If that brat Qi Cheng meets someone from the Biyou Palace, he can probably handle those below the commander level."
"It's difficult above the commander level!"
The Ice God raised his arm and placed it on the old farmer's shoulder. "Old man, tell me, are there any beautiful young ladies with special abilities in the Biyou Palace?"
"Pretty? A lady with special abilities?" The old farmer closed his eyes tightly. He regretted accepting this apprentice.
I can’t refuse it, either!
He didn't have much time left. The second brother had drugged him and he wouldn't live for many days.
I am not accepting apprentices now.
There will be even less chance in the future.
Qi Cheng is more suitable than Bing Shen.
But Qi Cheng was unwilling.
Ice God...
There is still a gap between us and Qicheng in all aspects.
However, talent and potential are also top choices.
Enough to inherit his own mantle.
"Xiao Bing! If you are willing to call me Master, I will pass on the identity of the Dragon Vein Master to you!"
"Lord of the Dragon Vein?"
The Ice God's eyes widened.
look!
Just know this thing, you will be interested.
At such a young age, he already knows about the Lord of Dragon Veins.
He is a young man with good insights.
This apprentice was not a mistake.
"Why? You know?"
The old farmer looked at the Ice God with arrogance and complacency.
The Ice God nodded. "I know!"
"Do you want it?"
“I don’t want it!”
"If you want to...uh? You don't want to?"
The old farmer was confused!
"Do you know the meaning of the Dragon Vein Master? Do you know what the Dragon Vein Master can bring you?"
The Ice God sneered. "I know! It's just that the ability can be amplified, and a certain skill can be brought to its peak."
"If you knew, why did you refuse?"
The Ice God smiled softly. "Why not refuse? Your position as Dragon Vein Master has been passed down for generations."
"Three generations!" the old farmer said seriously.
"Yeah! That position, when it comes to you, is already a third-hand position! Is it rare?"
Third hand?
This...position, others want it but can't get it, and you actually despise it?
Third hand?
What happened to the third hand?
If I tell this to others, those guys in Heaven will go crazy fighting over it.
Don't be ungrateful.
no!
I have to stay calm, I have to stay calm.
These days are numbered.
The Ice God glanced at the old farmer and smiled faintly, "Old man, I can learn your skills as long as you are willing to teach me."
"But for now, I'll only give the title of Master to that big, stupid guy next to me!"
Big fool?
Are you talking about me?
The God of War silently picked up his new weapon, the Mo Dao.
Just chop it down directly.
"Let me chop you down first."
Above the Mo Dao, the shadow of a black giant python rolled, and the sound was deafening.
Seeing this, the old farmer felt a little sorry for his apprentice.
With a wave of his hand, a giant handprint smashed over.
The God of War immediately threw away his Mo Dao.
Compare combat effectiveness.
Ten war gods are no match for this old farmer.
After all, the current God of War has only reached the threshold of SS level.
And the old farmer, if converted into Baoneng's combat power, is already an SSS-level master.
After doing all this, the old farmer glanced at the God of War.
Although the Ice God always calls the God of War "old man", he also calls himself "old man".
But the feeling is different!
When calling the God of War, what is in my heart is warmth and gratitude, and the casualness between family members.
And when I call myself...
It's really like calling an "old man".
The old farmer sighed. "Tell me, why don't you want my position as the Dragon Vein Master?"
The Ice God smiled faintly. "Old Qi promised to give me one. He has already taught me the Dragon Seeking Technique. As soon as I master it, he will grant me the position of Dragon Vein Master."
"Seal?" The old farmer laughed. "Who does he think he is? Can he seal the Dragon Vein Master just by saying so?"
"Hmph!" Chang Xiaozi snorted coldly. "Number One, we respect you as a senior and you have made contributions to the Earth, so we still respect you."
"If you wantonly slander me, the chairman of Baoneng, don't blame us for being rude!"
The old farmer smiled faintly. "Alright! I'm slandering him? But do you know that the position of Dragon Vein Master can only be inherited, not conferred, unless..."
The old farmer's expression changed slightly.
Then, there was a sudden change.
"Xiao Bing, do you know the master of the dragon vein? Is it because of Qi Cheng?"
"Yes!" Bingshen said as a matter of course, with a slightly impatient tone.
Even the God of War himself was reluctant to fight.
You old bastard, you dare to fight the God of War, are you looking for death?
I won’t bully you because you are old now.
otherwise……
The Ice God was constantly complaining in his heart, and his respect for the old farmer had dropped to freezing point.
The old farmer then recalled the feeling of déjà vu he had when he met Qi Cheng.
I remembered it again.
When he was teaching the "One-Word Sealing Technique", Qi Cheng's learning ability was comparable to that of a cheat.
"Could it be that... he is one of the Twelve Envoys?"
After saying this, the old farmer himself was shocked.
Is this possible?
Impossible!
A little 18-year-old boy, when others were still in school.
Just got the position of the Lord of Dragon Vein?
This... is too unbelievable.
In ancient times, this kind of situation would mean that a baby had just been born in a commoner's family.
As a result, a group of soldiers came running over and said that the child was the emperor.
In fact, it is even more bizarre than the child who became the "emperor".
Because such things have happened in history.
And, more than once.
Can 12 make...
In the history of Taoism, there was one person in the pre-Qin period.
Next is the host.
And then...
The position of the 12 angels has remained vacant.
He originally thought that it was impossible for there to be 12 more angels on Earth, and even if there were, they should appear in the passage to the underworld.
Rather than in the outside world.
The people in the passage to the underworld are the descendants of the practitioners of that time.
Those who have the talent to practice are all here.
In the outside world, even if there are some fish that slip through the net, they are pitifully few.
No way!
Absolutely not!
The spiritual power in the outside world is so thin that the eight branches of Taoism need to select people to inherit it.
How could a place like this possibly produce one of the Twelve Envoys?
The old farmer fell into self-doubt, but a word in his ear woke him up.
"Old uncle, is this what you are talking about?"
The old farmer looked over.
The one who spoke was a very beautiful girl with a hint of the demon mother's blood.
If I remember correctly, her name is Wenwen.
A few days ago, he was just an ordinary person without any spiritual power.
When she was first introduced, the old farmer didn't pay much attention to her.
Because apart from the identity of a Qicheng disciple, this woman has nothing.
But now, the old farmer had to face her.
Because from her, the old farmer felt the unique aura of the Lord of Dragon Veins.
This feeling cannot be wrong.
Previously, it was because Wenwen’s spiritual power was too low.
The old farmer didn't notice.
Now, Wenwen released it on her own initiative, and the old farmer finally sensed it.
Moreover, the dragon vein power in Wenwen's body belongs to the Taoist spiritual sect.
He is the strongest among the 12 dragon vein masters.
If it were in the era of the drama master, according to the different ranks.
The old farmers all call Wenwen "Senior Sister".
"You...you...are you really the Lord of the Dragon Vein? Weren't you just an ordinary person a few days ago?"
The old farmer couldn't believe what he saw.
But the breath will not lie.
"Old man, she is Lao Qi's apprentice. Lao Qi is one of the Twelve Envoys who can be enthroned as the Dragon Vein Master. Besides her, there is also a Dragon Vein Master from the Gua Sect."
Is there another one for Guamen?
The old farmer was completely shocked.
Whether it is Guamen or Lingmen, the master position of the dragon vein they belong to is higher than his.
"Qi Cheng... is he really one of the Twelve Dragon Vein Envoys?"
"yes!"
The Ice God looked at the old farmer with a smile on his face. "Don't you regret not accepting him as your disciple?"
"I dare not! I dare not!"
The old farmer waved his hands repeatedly.
Accept the 12 Dragon Vein Envoys as disciples?
Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to do this!
"Hurry up! Hurry up! We can't let those killers from Heavenly Court hurt Senior Qi!"
The old farmer took the lead and headed towards the top of Qinglong Mountain.
The others chuckled and followed.
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