Qingkong said, "It's nothing, actually. Practicing outside may help you reach the sky. Besides, Kong Xuan is still pretty good. He is less troublesome than Sun Wukong. Relatively speaking, he is also honest and will not cause any big trouble."
Everyone else was speechless. They wanted to say that Elder Qingkong was too partial and his intention to protect him was too obvious. Only Kong Xuan, the big troublemaker, was honest and dutiful? Those beautiful words had nothing to do with him!
Wang Xuan himself was ashamed and somewhat embarrassed. He really didn't deserve the title. In fact, Sun Wukong was also him. In comparison, there was no way to praise him. The eldest brother should not laugh at the second brother.
"Really not going?" Qingkong, Wolverine, Jin Ming, Luo Ying and others asked him again. They were about to leave and might not be able to come back for many years.
"As far as I know, there may be some action at Wujie Mountain. In more than a hundred years, they will probably take people to hell for training. During this period, they will give them various opportunities to improve their cultivation and strength." Qingkong said a secret message.
Wang Xuan's expression suddenly became solemn, and he reminded everyone to be careful, as staying alive was the most important thing.
He felt heavy in his heart. Hell was not a good place. He hoped that this group of people would not encounter any special time nodes.
Moreover, as far as he knew, disciples from other True Saint temples would also go to hell, and things were bound to be turbulent there.
"I don't know. I have to go to the bottom lane in advance." Wang Xuan said to himself.
"Second Dad, I will miss you!" The young Wolf Tian was reluctant to leave.
“Once you’re over there, keep a low profile. Of course, don’t be afraid of trouble. If you really get bullied, write a letter to Second Father. Tell him what’s wrong with the people in the Zhensheng Taoist temple. It’s not like Second Father hasn’t beaten them before. I’ll help you vent your anger then!” Wang Xuan was very confident when he said these words because he was used to getting beaten.
"Okay, second dad!" Lang Tian nodded seriously.
Qingkong said, "It would be a pity if you don't go. I heard that there might be disciples from the nearby True Saint Dojos who would come out and get to know each other. If you are there, you might be qualified to attend."
Wang Xuan shook his head and finally watched them disappear into the sea of stars. Led by the old alien from the Black Peacock Clan, the group headed towards Wujie Mountain.
Not long after, he received a letter from the young Langtian.
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