The names of Taoist scriptures shocked the old man.

These scriptures are all supreme martial arts in the Canglang Realm that are famous for eternity, and are known as the invincible method that transcends the dominant realm.

There are even more advanced methods that even the old man does not recognize, pointing directly to the great way, exuding a more mysterious and majestic aura.

"What is this place? Which supreme existence's Sutra Library..."

"Didn't I beg a master of the realm?"

The old man was confused and had an indescribable confusion.

The young master who had just had an ordinary cultivation level, now in the old man's heart, his image suddenly became taller.

The calm and calm attitude of the clouds and the calm and composed attitude all prove the extraordinaryness of the young realm master.

He did not waste his time, but quickly devoted himself to enlightenment.

There are countless techniques in the Sutra Tower, and many scriptures have their origins.

However, only through one's own understanding and induction can one find the supreme method that is most suitable for one's own great practice.

When the old man sat cross-legged in the Sutra Tower and began to sense the supreme Taoist scriptures.

Outside the mountain gate of Changsheng Palace, a figure quietly appeared and looked over staggeringly.

It was a man with a middle-aged appearance and a hint of fatigue on his face.

Middle-aged man? That's fine.

Nangong Wenya sighed and felt a little relieved.

After seeing the old man just now, Nangong Wenya's heart had a great impact on her disciple's age requirements.

Since an old man with dreams can become a disciple of the Palace of Eternal Life.

So an ordinary middle-aged man has no problem compared to it.

The middle-aged man walked carefully outside the mountain gate of the Changsheng Palace.

Looking at Nangong Wenya who was guarding the gate, he suddenly knelt down, fell to the ground with his head.

"Please beg the fairy to accept me as your disciple."

It was not until this moment that Nangong Wenya discovered the abnormality in the middle-aged man.

His sleeves fell and his arms disappeared.

He is a broken person.

"I was a butcher in the village and never had any conflicts with outsiders, but unfortunately I was killed by the thief and my whole family was slaughtered."

"I was hung on the cliff, tortured day and night, and finally cut off my arms and fell into the deep cliff, but I was lucky enough to die. I asked the fairy to accept me as my disciple, let me practice immortal methods, and avenge my relatives."

The middle-aged man said gritting his teeth, and even Nangong Wenya was shocked.

However, she also made a difficult situation.

What happened to middle-aged men is indeed worthy of sympathy.

However, he was a disabled person after all, with both arms broken.

Even ordinary people lose their arms, their lives will become very difficult.

What's more, a practitioner!

Without arms, many seal techniques cannot be comprehended, and most basic spells are difficult to use.

However, Nangong Wenya couldn't bear to drive away the middle-aged man in this way.

At the critical moment, Chen Changsheng stood up.

He looked at the middle-aged man and waved his hand.

"Broken arm? What's wrong with broken arm?"

"Broken arms can also become a master! You can also practice."

Chen Changsheng looked solemn and said slowly to the middle-aged man:

"I know that a person who lives in the ancient tomb, like you, is also a broken arm, but he has to cultivate into an invincible sword, unparalleled in the world."

"I have also seen another person who was also killed with his arm, but he changed his fate against the will of heaven and cultivated into the Seven-Star Demon Dragon Fist, which will overwhelm the world."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Changsheng reached out and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder.

"You are different from them. They only broke one hand, but you broke two."

"Don't think that you have become weaker. In fact, it's your opportunity. As long as you practice diligently, you can surpass them and become stronger."

Chen Changsheng was very tempted, and the middle-aged man with broken arms was stunned.

"But, besides your arms, there is another requirement, which is extremely difficult for you. You must have a trait in order to embark on the real path of cultivation and achieve something."

The middle-aged man's eyes were red and he almost fell into fanaticism.

He kept buzzing his head and said:

"I ask the immortal master to give me the Dharma and help me take revenge!"

"No matter what the request is, I will try my best to complete it."

He said gritting his teeth.

Seeing this scene, Chen Changsheng smiled with satisfaction.

"The requirement is simple, you have to have a dream!"

"No matter what dream it is, it is to practice and live longer, prolong life, improve your skills and take revenge. You must have a dream."

With Chen Changsheng's encouragement, the sadness on the middle-aged man's face gradually faded.

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng said calmly:

"You are willing to worship me as your teacher."

"Master is here, I will bow to you."

The middle-aged man said anxiously.

Chen Changsheng nodded.

"Very good. From today on, you will be my 19th disciple. Go and choose the most suitable technique in the Sutra Library."

"Your seventeenth senior brother is also in it to realize the Tao and seek sutras, so you can see it first."

Immediately afterwards, Chen Changsheng opened the Sutra Library and put the middle-aged man in.

"Come on, two disciples, have dreams."

Chen Changsheng silently cheered himself up.

However, Nangong Wenya, who was standing beside her, was already confused.

In a blink of an eye, there were two more disciples in the Palace of Changsheng.

A gray-haired old man, a middle-aged hunter with broken arms.

None of them are normal.

The young palace master's preference for choosing disciples seems very special.

However, not long after, another figure appeared on the temporarily opened path outside the gate of Changsheng Palace.

He is a boy, dressed simply and had a fair appearance.

He held a branch in his hand, followed the path along the path.

"It's finally here."

The boy stood in front of the Palace of Eternal Life and said softly.

His forehead was covered with sweat, and he had squandered a lot of energy to walk to this practice temple in the deep mountains and forests.

Nangong Wenya finally became interested.

"This time, a normal disciple has come."

Although the boy was a mortal, he exuded a vibrant aura.

This is a young man, not old, and is a suitable age for practice.ωωw..net

Although it is still impossible to judge the specific qualifications of practice, in Nangong Wenya's eyes.

Such a young man is already a good candidate for disciples.

Chen Changsheng did not leave.

He just received two disciples and he was in a good mood.

At this moment, he was not in a hurry to leave, but also stood outside the gate of the Changsheng Palace, waiting for his disciples to come.

When he saw that boy, Chen Changsheng's eyes moved slightly.

"Young man, you are here to become a disciple."

The young man holding a hiking pole in his hand nodded, showing excitement on his face.

"Master, can I accept me as a disciple?"

He spoke.

Chen Changsheng looked at the boy, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He clicked, and was about to agree.

However, Nangong Wenya, who was standing beside her, suddenly noticed something and quickly spoke:
Chapter completed!