Chapter 4859

"Unless you have the talent to become a beast, the Xuandan Pavilion will not focus on training?" Qin Ming asked suspiciously.

"Not bad!" Liang Er nodded.

"So doesn't it mean that there are many alchemists at the level of divine beasts in the Xuandan Pavilion?" Qin Ming asked back.

"En!" Liang Er nodded again, "Otherwise, how could the Xuandan Pavilion be one of the most powerful forces in the Supreme World? It is precisely because of its ability to cultivate the strong in the realm of beasts."

"In the entire Supreme World, there are not many forces with this ability. The forging guild counts as one, the Xuandan Pavilion is one, and the formation guild. In the entire Supreme World, there are no more than 100,000 warriors capable of cultivating powerful warriors in the divine beast realm. Both hands."

"Then where did they all go?" Qin Ming wondered again.

Although Yin Hensong told him not to ask this secret before, Qin Ming still couldn't help but think again, where did they go?

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Liang Er smiled lightly, "I don't have Yin Hensong's obsession with the realm of beasts. I am very clear about my talent. It is impossible for me to break through to the realm of beasts in my life."

"Forcibly demanding yourself will only lead to a dead end."

"There are far more talented people in this world than me, and they are all desperately trying to break through to the realm of beasts. None of them can break through, let alone me."

Qin Ming could hear the helplessness in Liang Er's words. With Liang Er's Tianjiao-level talent, how could he not want to break through to the realm of divine beasts.

It's just that Liang Er is very clear that even if he goes all out and fights to the death, there is little hope.

Yin Hensong was better than Liang Er in terms of martial arts talent and alchemy talent. Yin Hensong failed to break through, so one can imagine the difficulty of breaking through.

It was a wise choice for Liang Er to give up.

But to make this wise choice, Liang Er has to pay a lot.

Qin Ming could hear the unwillingness and deep helplessness in his words.

At this moment, Yin Hensong came out from inside.

He didn't seem to be very emotional, with some sadness on his face.

"After so many years, she didn't find anyone again. She has been waiting for me." Yin Hensong muttered to himself, with guilt palpable in his words.

Qin Ming at the side lightly patted Yin Hensong's shoulder.

He can understand Yin Hensong very well, the deeper Mengzhi's feelings for him, the deeper his guilt.

If Yin Hensong hadn't been injured, then maybe he and Mengzhi could go back to the past and make up for what they owed over the years.

But Yin Hensong was seriously injured, and he didn't have long to live. Now that he returned to Mengzhi, he would be even more hurt when life and death were parted.

Qin Ming could understand Yin Hensong's helplessness.

Qin Ming has never seen Yin Hensong like this, in Qin Ming's heart, Yin Hensong has always been a respected elder who has taught countless alchemists, and the warriors in Haoyuan City respect him very much.

After Qin Ming came to Haoyuan City, he also received a lot of help from Yin Hensong.

For a long time, in Qin Ming's heart, Yin Hensong was a person who took charge of his own affairs, no matter how difficult it was, he could face it bravely.

Even if Yin Hensong didn't have many days left to live, he was always thinking about the Xuandan Pavilion in Haoyuan City. In order to keep the Xuandan Pavilion, he did everything possible to invite him to become a personal disciple.

As a dying person, he dedicated his remaining time to the Xuandan Pavilion. It was only natural that Yin Hensong was respected by the warriors in Haoyuan City.

Yin Hensong is not even afraid of death, but he is only afraid of Mengzhi.