The core area of ​​Qingning Mountain is not small, with at least hundreds of acres of land. People pass by from time to time. Many of them are students of the Martial Arts Academy, and it is not conspicuous that Wang Hong enters here.

Because this area is protected by formations and is covered with thick white mist, the exchanges must be followed by certain rules, otherwise it is very likely to be lost.

So Wang Hong followed the guard who led the way and walked around for almost a quarter of an hour before finally stopping in a rarely visited palace.

The guards had just sent him to this palace and left in a hurry.

Wang Hong faced the closed door and didn't know what to do for a moment, so he had to wait quietly outside.

After about half an hour, a low voice suddenly came from the door.

"Wang Hong? Come in."

"yes!"

Wang Hong responded briefly, then pushed open the palace gate.

As soon as he walked into the palace, Wang Hong smelled a strong smell of almonds mixed with other strange smells, which made him frown slightly.

The space inside the palace is not too large, and an oversized back-shaped table occupies one-third.

There were a large number of utensils on the table, as well as various plants, minerals, biological specimens, and some things that Wang Hong could not recognize.

On the inside of the back-shaped table was a thin man who looked about thirty years old, but there were too many ways to stay young in this world, and it was difficult to accurately judge a person's age just by looking at his appearance.

"I am Wei Xiang, what's the matter with you?"

The man put down the vessel in his hand and asked Wang Hong neatly.

Wang Hong didn't expect the other party to be so direct, but he was not a slow-responsive person, so he immediately said respectfully:

"Senior Wei, I am a freshman from the Martial Arts Academy. I have heard of your name for a long time..."

Before Wang Hong finished speaking, Wei Xiang interrupted him and asked with a frown:

"You want to worship me as your teacher?"

Although Wang Hong was a little surprised, he nodded honestly and said:

"Yes, I want to learn the highly poisonous body refining technique from you."

Wei Xiang looked at Wang Hong for a moment, and then asked more directly:

"You should know that I'm not interested in bringing students, so give me a reason to accept you."

Since his targeting Wei Xiang, Wang Hong has already thought about this issue.

Judging from the information of Fengyu Pavilion, Wei Xiang does not like Xuli and only focuses on real interests. Only those who can bring him benefits will be willing to devote time and energy to the other party.

This is also the key reason why Wei Xiang is too lazy to recruit more students. After all, with his strength and status, it is difficult for those students to bring him much benefits.

"Senior Wei, the younger family took in a group of Mohist disciples in the late Middle Ages."

"Although these people left later, they created a lot of novel things during that period."

"Some of the instruments should be of great help to your research on poisons."

While telling his reasons, Wang Hong took out a microscope from the storage bag and handed it to Wei Xiang, who was expressionless.

Since Wang Hong came to this world, he has been collecting information from all aspects. His focus on the prosperous times of practice in the Middle Ages has been.

In that era, the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period were similar to the Earth Star. Among the powerful schools of thought, Confucianism, Mohism, Taoism, military, law, vertical and horizontal, and Yin and Yang were the seven schools.

In the late Middle Ages, the Mohist family, who built the Sky City, was even more extraordinary.

If it weren't for an unknown catastrophe that ended the glorious Middle Ages and had developed in nearly ten thousand years, God knew what it would have become.

The technological items of Earth Star are indeed very mysterious to this world, but as long as they are involved with the Mo family disciples with extraordinary intelligence in the past, they can be accepted by people in this world in an instant.

Including Feng Lanlan, since Wang Hong used a disciple of the Mo family to take out a pot, she could do it no wonder even if she took out a technological item such as a mobile phone.

Wei Xiang didn't believe Wang Hong's rhetoric. Nearly ten thousand years from the end of the Middle Ages, it was the strongest Shenwu Empire in the entire Dongwu Prefecture, and there was no such aristocratic family that lasted for so long.

However, some sects claim to be passed down from the Middle Ages to the ancient times.

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that it was just some lucky ones who dug up a sect ruins ten thousand years ago and developed them under their name.

Therefore, unless Wang Hong comes from the overseas fairy mountain, it is impossible for a family that has been passed down for thousands of years.

But if the other party really comes from there, why should we come to Yunzhou thousands of miles to find him a congenital warrior to be a teacher?

However, Wei Xiang is not a cunning person. He didn't comment on Wang Hong's words. He held the microscope and thought about it for a while, but he didn't ask Wang Hong to teach him, so he spontaneously started using it.

As expected by Wang Hong, the microscope has a great effect on Wei Xiang.

Under Wang Hong's reminder, Wei Xiang quickly understood the use of microscopes, and then he actually left Wang Hong aside and started research on his own.

If he had changed to a acquired martial artist, he might be very happy. He would have meditated in the core area of ​​Qingning Mountain for an hour, which would have the effect of being outside for half a day.

But Wang Hong has not decided to practice internal skills. Although he has a lot of magic power in his body, it is meaningless to carry these energy that does not belong to him.

So Wang Hong could only stand there quietly at this moment, watching Wei Xiang keep tossing with a microscope.

This time, Wang Hong waited for more than an hour before Wei Xiang raised his head and said in surprise:

"What are you doing when you stand stupidly? Go and meditate and refine your energy!"

Wang Hong scratched his head awkwardly: "I haven't chosen the internal skills and mental method yet, and I can't refine my energy now..."

Wei Xiang glanced at Wang Hong, frowned and said:

"I see that you have a lot of true qi in your body. You said you haven't refined your qi yet?"

Innate warriors are involved in spiritual cultivation, and their ability to perceive energy is extremely strong. Without any concealment from Wang Hong, Wei Xiang instantly noticed something was wrong.

Wang Hong nodded with a smile and began to vaguely fool him:

"The younger generation has practiced the secret techniques of the clan since childhood, and has a certain foundation in terms of essence, energy, and spirit."

"These true qi are the natural accumulation of more than ten years, not only when they break through the acquired realm."

The "defense" skill brings amazing physical strength to Wang Hong, which can be summarized into the category of "element".

The book of murder provides a large amount of mana and more and more mental power, which can be summarized into "qi" and "shen".

Wang Hong could not say to the public that he had these props, so he simply used the secret technique he had practiced since childhood as an excuse. This not only could explain all kinds of abnormalities, but also further enhance the credibility of his background.

Wei Xiang looked at the microscope at hand, and carefully investigated Wang Hong once, and suddenly found that the other party's mental power was actually stronger than him!

"Isn't this kid really a person from the overseas fairy mountain, right?"

"With such a strong mental power, are you planning to practice both immortal and martial arts?"

Many thoughts flashed through Wei Xiang's mind, but no matter how he thought about it, he felt that accepting Wang Hong was more beneficial than disadvantages. Moreover, this microscope was of great help to him, and he could not give up no matter what he said.

After a moment of silence, Wei Xiang breathed a little relieved, then adjusted his somewhat dirty clothes, and asked Wang Hong with a serious look:

"I am very satisfied with your gift and I am qualified to be my disciple."

"So, Wang Hong, I'll formally ask you now."

"Would you like to be my Wei Xiang's disciple?"
Chapter completed!