MTL - The Golden Elixir is a Star. Do You Call This Cultivating Immortality?

Chapter 367: What, ask me to be the examiner?

 Qi Yuan looked thoughtful.

 It is not clear whether Dongjun, the big boss, is an enemy or a friend.

Although in the mural, Dongjun's character is a seed of infatuation.

 But, that’s only for the heroine.

In romantic dramas, the domineering president is good to the heroine, but is a disaster to the nannies and housekeepers around him.

 What, the heroine threw up the food out of anger?

 Wang Po, hurry up and make ten more identical ones.

 What, the heroine is so sad that she falls into a coma?

Doctor Wang, if I can’t be cured, your whole family will be buried with you!

Hmm, it’s fun to be the heroine, but it’s not fun to be the supporting role.

　　My fate is up to me, and it’s time for us supporting actors to stand up! "

Meeting Qi Yuan is the greatest opportunity in their lives.

 Given millions of years, or even tens of millions of years, it may not be possible to create a Yang God.

 Qi Yuan nodded.

 Qi Yuan was impassioned.

He also visualized the Nine Heavens Ying Yuan’s thunderous universal deity, and the Antarctic Immortal Emperor, one of the six emperors.

“It seems that we still have to find Dong Jun.

These two people are of extremely high status, which is hard to imagine.

However, they are also familiar with Qi Yuan.

Qi Qi couldn't help but whisper: "Godfather, even I haven't done that for a long time, so how can Daozu do it?"

 But now, it’s different, he is in the realm of Yang God.

 …

"This... Daozu shouldn't pick his nose, right?" Shen Lei Laoden couldn't help but say.

“Let’s go, take me to the place where Purple Qi was born. I want to steal it and see if I can do a big wholesale business.”

 But... Even if it is the innate world, Qi Yuan has never been there.

 And these people... well, let alone Yang Shen, most of them can't even step into the Great Master.

The Lord God is like this, sometimes a little inexplicable, and his brain circuit is strange.

 If Qi Yuan is not there, suppress them.

Qi Yuan also felt that he was ordinary, a little divine infant king, just a supporting role.

“However, what the godfather said still makes sense. Dongjun’s strength is unknown, so we have to keep a low profile.” Qi Qi mentioned again.

 Let them go and put them in the upper realm, I'm afraid they will cause shock in the fairy world.

 Among all living beings, most of us are supporting characters.

 With the presence of the Yang God, the holy land will last for tens of thousands of years.

　　　…”

 Except for the Foodless Virgin, even other mythical powerhouses have almost no chance of stepping into the Yang God.

“Godfather, with our strength, we wouldn’t be supporting roles in any world, right?” Qi Qi said softly.

Even if he is not strong, what if there is a booger in this place of origin, left behind by Taishang Daozu? "

Everyone was silent.

 “My father’s breath?”

"Emperors use gold hoes, why doesn't Taozu pick his nose?" Qi Yuan said seriously, "According to Tang Niu's inequality principle, just because Taozu's cultivation level is very high does not mean that he doesn't pick his nose."

 These people next to them all looked at each other in confusion.

 In the broken palace, Fatty Martial Lord suddenly opened his eyes.

"If we don't stop this topic, wouldn't it be a little bad to arrange Daozu?" Shen Lei Laoden said.

 Qi Yuan nodded: "Yes, it's better to be cautious.

 After all, even in the upper realm, Yangshen is the foundation of a holy land.

If he is told to scold Tao Ancestor every day when his strength is low, even Shen Lei Laoden will not be afraid.

 The place of origin.

 When the other people heard this, they also had inexplicable expressions in their hearts.

Just now I was looking for Dongjun, why is it that I have no control over my fate?

 Don’t look at the numerous Yangshen here, they are as worthless as the cabbage in the field.

Therefore, he is still very afraid of the supreme existence like Daozu.

Not long ago, he closed his eyes to rest, and suddenly smelled a familiar feeling and the boiling of his blood.

This feeling, it is obvious that his "father" is out of isolation.

 Over the years, he can be said to be extremely happy.

He is worthy of being the "father" that his fat warrior master has never met, and his strength is rising steadily.

 This also caused his bloodline to undergo a leap.

 His cultivation level has impressively reached the level of a great Martial Lord of the fourth level.

This kind of improvement is extremely terrifying.

Of course, this is related to the fact that not only Jimei knows about it, but other martial masters also know about it.

 Before the catastrophe, he was the titled Martial Master.

 Now there is a bloodline jump, and the strength is frequently improved.

 Because of this, his status among ASEAN has been raised again and his position has been upgraded.

 After all, there is a hidden strong father behind him.

 Depending on the situation, it is very likely that he is at the level of a titled Martial Lord.

“Warrior Fatty, your father showed up?”

At this time, a voice came from the Broken Palace, it was a slender old man.

 This old man was also a titled Martial Master before the catastrophe.

However, he is now a great Martial Lord of the sixth level, which is a high-level figure in ASEAN.

"Well, I seem to smell his breath, he should retreat." Fatty Warrior said thoughtfully.

“Where are you, take me to see this senior.

 Nowadays, we in ASEAN are having a hard time and we need to absorb some new blood. "The slender old man was a little expectant and anxious.

 The tasks assigned by Dongjun had been going smoothly.

 But over the past thousand years, many missions have suddenly failed.

 The task completion rate cannot reach 60%, and everyone must die if the Dawn of Dawn reaches 60%.

 The place of origin, the place of end, mountains and seas, will all perish.

Nowadays, it is always good to have more power in everything.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you to see my... dad!” Fatty Warrior gritted his teeth and couldn’t help but say.

 “Okay.” The slender old man nodded.

“What do you think my father will do if he doesn’t recognize me?” Suddenly, the fat warrior hesitated.

“Fat Warrior Master, you are worrying too much. Your bloodline is very strong. You should inherit him perfectly. He looks just like you, how could he deny you?” said the slender old man.

Fatty looked at his round belly and finally nodded slowly: "What you said makes sense, let's go!"

 …

 The place of origin, the sea of ​​ten thousand souls.

 This is the place where the ends of the earth and the ends of the earth come together in the place of origin.

 Vibrant vitality.

 Qi Yuan was sitting upright, his clothes were blown by the wind, and his expression was calm.

“Everything in this world comes out of the sea of ​​ten thousand souls.

 Where do all things in the world come from?

 Is it a coincidence, or is it something that has escaped along the way? "

 Looking at the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Souls, he thought of many things.

 “No, I can’t think about it anymore, I need to grow my brain.”

 Qi Yuan’s divine realm is in a mess, with all kinds of strange things.

The planet turned into a football and lay on the football field, and a dung beetle rolled a huge ball.

 Qi Yuan's thoughts were also a little confused.

 The more he grows his brain and thinks too much, he doubts that his true spirit will be able to hold on.

This was the first time Qi Yuan felt that his body was not worthy of his noble and intelligent mind.

“It’s a pity that even if you are as smart as me, you can’t copy Zi Qi.”

 Qi Yuan looked ahead, countless information pouring in.

 But copying the purple energy is simply impossible.

 In other words, he might be able to sit here for ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years, or five million years, and see different information every day.

 But this is too time consuming.

 At this moment, suddenly, the space behind him fluctuated.

 Two creatures, one fat and one thin, appeared.

　　　Martial Master Fat Dan stretched his neck and looked around, looking for something.

When his eyes fell on Qi Yuan, he was stunned for a moment.

 The feeling of shame spreads.

He wanted to tear his own flesh into pieces.    This is too...perfect, right?

"Is this my dad?" The fat warrior took a deep breath and tightened his abdomen to make himself look slimmer.

The slender old man was also a little suspicious. He looked at Qi Yuan and then at the fat warrior master: "It does look a bit different."

However, the two of them did not talk nonsense and flew forward.

 “The ASEAN God has met his predecessors!”

 “The ASEAN fat guy has met his predecessors!”

 The two of them bowed respectfully and stood aside.

 One fat and one thin are particularly conspicuous.

Although Fatty Martial Lord had tried his best to inhale, his figure was still several times wider than that of Shensou Martial Lord.

 Qi Yuan did not answer, his eyes were still staring at Wanhunhai: "What do you want from me?"

　　　When Fatty Martial Master heard this, he felt a little disappointed.

 The boiling blood means that the person in front of him is really his "biological father".

 But the other party's cold attitude made him feel inexplicably sad.

 Bloodline martial arts is faster to achieve than the immortal way.

There is even a benefit such as bloodline jump.

 But there is a major problem, that is, people with low bloodline will always be inexplicably close to those with the strongest bloodline and are easily influenced.

 This is completely unimaginable for immortals.

“Today, the sound of dawn is about to begin, and the progress of the mountain and sea scrolls is slow.

 We from ASEAN specially invite seniors to join us and work together for a great plan! "Martial Lord Shensou said sincerely. As he spoke, he changed the topic and said, "The descendants of our predecessors, Lord Fatty, have also been serving in ASEAN. "

 The master of martial arts, Shensou, plays the emotional card.

 As for the benefit card?

No.

 The Land of Origin is too poor and has no strong interests.

 The most important thing is that this kind of matter is a matter of life and death, and all military masters cannot stay away from it.

 Otherwise, the dawn will sound and the world will fall into silence.

"It sounds interesting to follow you to save the world." Qi Yuan murmured, "But saving the world is a matter for the brave and the children of destiny, and it takes too much time. I am very busy and have no time."

Hearing Qi Yuan's words, Master Shensou was slightly stunned.

He thought about refusing, but he didn’t expect that he would refuse because he was “too busy to save the world.”

 “Senior, time... will always be squeezed.” Martial Master Shensou said.

The Fatty Warrior couldn't help but say: "...Senior, why are you so busy? ASEAN can help you relieve your worries!"

Qi Yuan looked at Fatty with admiration: "I want to become a spiritual warrior master, is there a way?"

 This is because his mission priority is higher than saving the world.

 “I’ve never heard of it.” Fatty Martial Lord frowned.

 There is no record of a spiritual warrior master in ASEAN.

Martial Master Shensou also frowned, but thought of something, and he said softly: "Martial Master of the Spirit Realm, although we don't know, but... Dongjun's Wall may know!"

“Dongjun’s Wall, what is this?” Qi Yuan asked curiously.

“Among ASEAN, there is a magical wall left by Dongjun.

This wall can know the world's affairs and distinguish between true and false.

 Senior, in a while, there will be a battle of ancestral blood. When the battle of ancestral blood is over, the wall of Dongjun will also appear.

 Senior, you can go to Dongjun’s Wall and ask the Spiritual Realm Martial Master. "Martial Master Shensou said seriously, "Senior, if you are willing, I can recommend you to be one of the three examiners for the Ancestral Blood Contest!

 The examiner is qualified to ask about Dongjun's Wall! "

Hearing this, Qi Yuan thought for a moment: "It sounds... not bad.

 In this case, I will reluctantly be an examiner. "

He is looking forward to the spiritual realm martial master.

 The mission of the Humane Warrior Master is almost completed.

 Once the Spiritual Realm Martial Master mission is completed and he breaks through into the Ten Thousand Dao Martial God, the game will be over.

Hearing this, Master Shensou looked delighted: "Congratulations, senior, for joining ASEAN!"

“By the way, let me explain in advance that if I join ASEAN, I will not swear allegiance to Dongjun!”

 Qi Yuan came here to play games, not to recognize his master.

“No problem. Although ASEAN was founded by the East, our purpose is to save the world, not to be loyal to someone.

If Mr. Dong wants to destroy the world, we will kill him too! "Martial Master Shensou said quickly.

Qi Yuan nodded: "In that case, I will go to ASEAN to take a look."

 “Senior, please follow me.” Master Shensou said.

 The three of them quickly left for ASEAN.

At this time, Fatty Martial Master followed the two of them with a tangled look on his face. Finally, he finally summoned up the courage and said softly: "Senior, please stay!"

"Oh?" Qi Yuan stopped, with fear deep in his eyes, "What's the matter?"

Anyone who says something like "Fellow Taoist, please stay" is up to no good.

"Excuse me, friend... is this my long-lost... father?" Fatty War Master hesitated, and finally asked the question he had been wondering about for many years.

 His eyes, which weighs tens of thousands of pounds, still have a hint of innocence and innocence.

 This is the power of blood.

Even great warrior masters, when faced with stronger bloodlines and more perfect bloodlines, can't help but show expressions that only descendants can have.

Qi Yuan looked at the fat warrior master and couldn't hold back: "Don't spread rumors. I just got married and I don't have a child as old as you!"

 There are currently only three people in his family's household registration book.

 Him, Xiaomai and Canary.

 There is no such fat warrior master.

When Fatty War Master heard this, he couldn't help but look disappointed and sad.

"I see."

 He stopped talking and was alone injured.

 He understood that his mother must be too ugly, so she was so angry with her father that she disowned him.

 He was also helpless. Why did he inherit it from his mother but not from his father?

 …

 “Meet the ancestors!”

 “Meet the seniors!”

On the abandoned ship, Mu Yan looked at the ancestors in front of him with deep respect in his eyes.

 Behind Mu Yan, there were several peak martial arts kings who walked out of the stronghold together.

Some of these peak martial kings have the mark of the Martial Lord, and some are loyal to Mu Yan and help Mu Yan achieve good results in the battle of ancestral blood.

At this time, Mu Yan looked at a clone of his ancestor with an expression of awe.

It was just a clone. Mu Yan could feel that if the ancestor was willing, he could kill everyone present with just one look.

 This is the Martial Master, the Martial Master that all warriors dream of.

“Yes, he is young and promising. In this battle of ancestral blood, he will strive to enter the top thirty.

As long as you enter the top thirty and receive the baptism of ancestral blood, you will definitely step into the realm of a martial master within ten years! "The ancestor's clone praised.

 All peak martial kings with the mark of the Martial Lord will receive the baptism of ancestral blood.

 But the battle of ancestral blood determines the degree of baptism.

For those who are ranked at the bottom, even if they are baptized, it may take many years to step into the realm of the Martial Lord. Even if they do, their potential will be exhausted in this life and they will only stay at the first level of the Martial Lord.

“Juniors will try their best to get into the top thirty!” Mu Yan said in a deep voice.

"If you enter the top thirty, I can grant you a small request." The martial master valued this descendant very much, "Now tell me, what do you need?"

When Mu Yan heard this, he was excited and thought of something, and then said: "On the way to the Black Sea, I encountered a crisis, and a peak martial arts king named Qi Yuan saved my life.

However, he had a conflict with Zhixian and killed Zhixian. Behind Zhixian stood the martial master Diemao, hoping that his ancestors could come forward to resolve this grudge. "

Mu Yan gritted his teeth and said.

On the way to the Black Sea, Qi Yuan took action many times and resolved many difficulties.

 To a certain extent, he saved Mu Yan.

“Yes, he is kind and righteous, and he is a good descendant of me.

I helped with this matter.

 When the time comes, let him apologize to the War Master Diemao and leave the matter behind. "The Martial Master seems to be in a good mood.

 “Thank you, ancestor!” Mu Yan was also very happy.

 Qi Yuan's life was saved.

However, he thought of something and then said: "Now ASEAN is short of people.

This Brother Qi is the strongest and most talented among the Martial Kings I have seen. I wonder if he will have a chance to participate in the battle of ancestral blood? "

 He also thought about helping Qi Yuan and letting him participate in the battle of ancestral blood.

When the peak Martial King behind Mu Yan heard this, a look of jealousy flashed deep in his eyes.

 Obviously, they did not want to see Qi Yuan participate in the ancestral blood battle.

The Martial Lord muttered: "Without the Mark of the Martial Lord, you are not qualified to participate in the ancestral blood battle.

This kind of thing must be approved by the examiner.

Each examiner has a level of strength at the level of a titled Martial Lord. I have a low status and cannot make a decision. "

Mu Yan was a little disappointed when he heard this, but he still said gratefully: "It's the junior who was rude!"

 (End of this chapter)