Chapter 1110

"Old Ancestor!"

Seeing the appearance of this white-robed old man, many elders were all horrified. They all recognized him. This is one of the three remaining saints of the Qiankun Sect, the Beiming Saint.

The other two saints are Lieyang Saint and Xuehai Saint.

It was these three sages who made the Qiankun faction flourish and rule the six star regions, and it was thriving, and its power continued to expand farther away and become stronger.

Facing such a saint, they all saluted respectfully and did not dare to overstep.

"Old Ancestor, why did you come here?"

Some elders asked suspiciously, because the three saints of Qiankun Sect, if they were not in a state of retreat, or went out for adventure and travel, they rarely appeared in the sect.

It is even more impossible for such a small matter of recruiting disciples to happen.

Not to mention, after reaching the level of a sage, his strength is extraordinary and his vision has long been different from that of ordinary people. Even if he is a genius, it is difficult to get into the eyes of a sage.

It is really too difficult to become a disciple of a sage.

Not to mention, the Beiming sage himself is a lonely person, and basically has no disciples under his sect. Even if someone persuaded him to recruit a few disciples as successors, he refused them all.

But now Beiming Saint actually showed up directly and wanted to recruit this young man as his disciple, which was simply unprecedented for Qiankun Sect.

They were all stunned.

"The old man was in seclusion before, and suddenly he felt something. Someone actually comprehended the big yin and yang throwing stele left by Senior Brother Qiankun, so he came out to check."

Beiming Saint stood with his hands behind his back, and said: "Brother Qiankun has been kind to me. He may have fallen now, but his inheritance cannot be cut off in the Qiankun Sect, so I swear that unless someone understands the Great Yin-Yang Wrestling in the Qiankun Wall I will only recruit disciples if I don’t have a stele hand, otherwise I will never recruit disciples for the rest of my life.”

He explained the reason of the matter.

"I see."

Many elders suddenly realized that they also understood why the Beiming saint had no disciples, even if the other two saints dissuaded him, he did not waver. It turned out that there was such a secret.

"Now the old man wants to recruit this kid as a disciple, what's your opinion?"

Saint Beiming looked at everyone with a domineering expression.

"No, no, of course I have no objection."

"Since the ancestor personally recruited this young man as a disciple, how dare we snatch it."

"That's right, if the ancestor said it earlier, we would have given it up long ago."

"The ancestor can take the initiative to recruit disciples. It is a great blessing for my Qiankun Sect. It is absolutely impossible to snatch it."

Many elders said one after another, and the sage himself said that he wanted to recruit this young man as a disciple. Which elder would dare to stop him if he was so courageous? Isn't this courting death? !

And these words are also their sincere words. If the sage is willing to teach his disciples himself, then no one else can compare with them. This is the best result.

"Well, that's good, then Xia Ping is the old man's disciple."

Saint Beiming nodded, he stroked his gray beard, very satisfied.

Following the conversation of these people, it was decided that Xia Ping became the disciple of Beiming Saint.

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An hour later, Xia Ping woke up slowly. At this moment, he had completely accepted the inheritance of martial arts, and thoroughly learned this holy-level unique skill-the Great Yin and Yang Throwing Stele Hand.

"As expected of a holy-level unique skill that cost 400 million hatred points, it's really mysterious."

Xia Ping's eyes showed a gleam of light, he was immersed in the perception of the Great Yin and Yang who threw the monument. This unique art is based on the power of Yin and Yang. The two forces are different from each other, but they are balanced with each other, forming a wonderful fusion.

One firm, one soft.

One yin, one yang.

When this unique technique was displayed, two completely different forces erupted instantly, forming a terrifying attraction, attracting the enemy and making it impossible to escape.

It can be said that once caught by the big yin and yang stele thrower, the enemy will not be far from death, and the more the enemy struggles, the faster he will die, and he will be strangled to pieces in the vortex.

Xia Ping knew that he had obtained a powerful martial art this time, no less than the Yangshen Fist he had obtained before.

"Um?"

Suddenly, he felt powerful auras coming from a distance, and when he looked up, he immediately saw dozens of old men appearing in midair.

They all descended from the sky one after another and arrived near Xia Ping.

At this moment, the other candidates also woke up from the comprehension of Qiankunbi, but the current number of candidates has decreased by more than 90%, because they were unable to gain any insight from Qiankunbi, so they were kicked out.

Although each of these candidates is not reconciled, there is nothing they can do about it. After all, opportunities are equal, and the Qiankun faction treats them equally, and everyone has a chance to comprehend.

But because their understanding is not enough, they can't get any benefits, and they can't blame others.

"What's going on? Why are there so many people suddenly?"

"My God, these are the elders of the Qiankun Sect, real top figures."

"Yes, I visited the Qiankun Sect with the elders of my family before, and met one of the elders."

"These elders are the real bosses of the six star regions, and their power is overwhelming. A single sentence is enough to shake countless planets."

"It is said that if you have a superior performance in the Qiankun Wall, you will be favored by the elders and become an elder's disciple."

"Yes, I also heard this matter from the elders of the family, saying that I should perform well in Qiankunbi. Once a certain elder takes a fancy to me, it will definitely be a step up to the sky, and my status in the family will also be greatly improved."

"Now so many elders appear at the same time, they must want to recruit us as disciples."

"I don't know who is so lucky to be favored by the elders."

"It goes without saying that it must be the princes and grandchildren of our kingdom, or princes, descendants of big families. As for those untouchables, how can they compare with us."

"That's right, these civilians are just a foil."

These candidates talked a lot, all of them puffed out their chests, their expressions were excited, like a rooster that had been injected with chicken blood, wishing that they could stand out from the crowd, and all the elders focused their eyes on themselves.

Especially the children of the rich and powerful before, with proud faces, they all felt that these elders must have taken a fancy to their excellent aptitude and wanted to recruit them as disciples.

As for those country bumpkins who don't know where they came from, how can they compare to nobles with noble blood like them.

Don't even think about it, these civilians must be a set off their powerful green leaves, they are stepping stones.

When the civilians around heard these words, their faces were very ugly, and they clenched their fists, very unwilling, but the words of these rich and powerful children were actually right.

Regardless of qualifications and resources, the gap between the two sides is too great.

If they were the elders of the Qiankun sect, they would definitely choose the rich and powerful children with excellent aptitude, but they would not choose mediocre, almost useless civilians.

Even with his knees, he could have imagined that this kind of thing would happen, and the fact that a salted fish turned over was a miracle in itself.