"It's really weird, I can't see through this kid's strength."
Ye Cangyun was secretly surprised.
He looked at Qin Mo for a long time, but could only see some superficial things, and couldn't find out the deeper secrets at all.
However, his intuition told him that the person who could stand with Xin Jianyi was definitely not simple.
"Xin Jianyi, on the surface, says he doesn't need help, but most likely he still needs help from this strange boy. If there is a chance, he must give it a try."
Ye Cangyun thought about it secretly.
Now that the Holy Gate has not been opened, he will not attack Xin Jian, he can only wait and see what happens.
"Someone arrived before me?"
At this moment, another surprised voice came.
In the void, a stream of light shuttled like lightning, and arrived in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.
"Is he from Yaochi?"
Qin Mo's mind moved and he recognized the other party's identity at a glance.
He has met the five elders of Yaochi and is very familiar with the disciples of Yaochi.
"Feng Tianming, why did you come out of the mountain?"
Ye Cangyun was slightly startled.
A young man who was slightly fat, fair and tender, suddenly smiled and said, "If you don't come out of the mountain, you will have no chance."
Feng Tianming, the prince of Yaochi, has a status equivalent to that of Xu Beichen's son.
He usually shouts and shouts at the five elders of Yaochi, which shows how aloof his status is.
Three thousand years ago, Feng Tianming practiced "Yaochi Sacred Heart Art" painstakingly and entered a state of seclusion.
The last time Wu Shengshan became a disciple, he was ready to make a move.
However, his cultivation was still shallow at that time and he was dissuaded by the leader of Yaochi.
According to Feng Tianming's plan, he originally planned to come to Wusheng Mountain to become his disciple again after ten thousand years.
But the ancient martial saint fell at any time, and the holy gate was restarted in advance, which also disrupted his plan and forced him to leave the mountain early.
"It seems that everyone has got the information. This is the last chance, and the competition will be extremely fierce."
Qin Mo thought secretly.
Some people know that they are not strong enough, so they will keep a low profile and wait until they are strong enough to come to Wusheng Mountain to become their disciples.
There are many people like Feng Tianming, and they are all waiting for opportunities.
But this time is different. This is the last time that Wu Shengshan will accept a disciple. If you miss it, you will never have one again.
Many people are rushing to get it on the shelves. No matter how great their hope is, they have to give it a try.
In the past, no more than twenty people came to Wusheng Mountain to become disciples.
But today, as Ye Cangyun, Feng Tianming and others appeared one after another, more and more people gathered.
Qin Mo took a quick glance and saw that more than fifty people were already present.
Among these people, there are already more than ten people with strong competitiveness.
This still does not include Long Futian, Lu Xinghe and other saint sons.
It was precisely because these two saints had not shown up yet that Xin Jianyi became the most eye-catching person in the audience.
He is now the only Son of God.
Qin Mo, standing next to Xin Jianyi, naturally received a lot of attention.
Everyone was whispering and discussing the relationship between Xin Jianyi and Qin Mo.
"A guy who can be on equal terms with the Holy Son must be very strong."
"Xin Jian brought him here alone, which shows how much he trusts him."
"Doesn't he think he is bound to win? Does he think we are vegetarians?"
"It is said that Long Futian and Lu Xinghe will also come to apprentice. The competition is fierce."
No one who dares to come to Wusheng Mountain to become a disciple is an ordinary person.
Even if they compete with the Son of God, they are not afraid of the stage.
On the contrary, they are more hostile to the Holy Son, like a secret rivalry between the two classes.
This may not be a good thing for Xin Jianyi.
It was in anticipation of this that Xin Wuchen gave him his sword box.
However, Qin Mo has nothing to be afraid of.
Now Long Futian, Lu Xinghe and others were not present, and all the firepower was concentrated on their side.
As soon as the other two Holy Sons arrived, the firepower was immediately dispersed.
"Lu Xinghe is here!"
Someone I don't know suddenly shouted.
On the sea surface, the waves were like dragons. A young man in purple put his hands on his back, stepped on the water dragon, and quickly approached.
Lu Xinghe is extremely handsome. Although he is a man, he is even more beautiful than a woman.
Especially his long lavender hair makes him look noble, like the son of a god.
He owes his good looks to his mother, Lu Chengyan.
Lu Chengyan, known as the "Emperor of the Sea", was one of the most beautiful beauties in the spiritual realm, and once even made Lei Wuji's heart flutter.
Lu Chengyan was able to become one of the seven lords, and her beauty was indispensable.
Lu Xinghe inherited her beauty and can be called the most beautiful man in the spiritual realm.
The moment Lu Xinghe appeared, he instantly attracted everyone's attention.
"This Lu Xinghe's 'Fantasy World Sea Emperor Technique' has reached an extremely high level. I wonder how much more powerful he is than Lu Chengyan?"
Xin Jianyi whispered to himself.
Before setting off, Qin Mo had already investigated Lu Xinghe.
It is said that Lu Xinghe has a special constitution, half of which is inherited from his mother's bloodline, while the other half is unknown.
Because no one knows who Lu Xinghe’s father is?
Lu Chengyan never revealed it.
But it is undeniable that Lu Xinghe's father must have a noble bloodline, which allowed him to achieve what he is today.
Lu Chengyan's Fantasy Sea Emperor Technique requires three thousand years to get started, five thousand years to reach a minor level, and ten thousand years to reach the threshold of Dacheng.
In other words, it would take almost 20,000 years to master this skill.
But it only took Lu Xinghe ten thousand years to master the Fantasy Sea Emperor Technique.
The half of his father's bloodline played a vital role.
"Lu Xinghe comes alone? This is too crazy."
Ye Cangyun raised his eyebrows.
Xin Wuchen even brought a helper.
But Lu Xinghe was actually alone, and Ye Cangyun, Feng Tianming and others were useless as foils.
"It's not just Lu Xinghe who came alone, Long Futian also came alone."
Suddenly someone snorted coldly.
Roar~~~
Between the sky and the sea, a dragon roar came, shaking the sky.
There was a fluctuation in the void, and a figure stepped out across the sky.
It was a man wearing a fiery red dragon robe and a golden crown, exuding the aura of an emperor.
Long Futian came with his hands on his back and his feet on the void.
Every time he took a step, golden light rippled beneath his feet, as if he had trampled the whole world under his feet.
Long Futian, the son of Long Yue, the Seven Lords.
However, the father and son have very different personalities and a huge contrast.
Although Long Yue is ambitious, he usually keeps a low profile and only shows up on important occasions.
Long Futian is just the opposite. No matter where he goes, his aura is in full swing. He wishes that everyone in the world would know that he is here.
Of course, Long Futian has this arrogant capital.
Among the seven saint sons, he was the only one who could vaguely surpass Xin Jianyi.
"Long Futian! Lu Xinghe! Plus Xin Jianyi, the three great saints gather at Wusheng Mountain. This time it will be interesting."
Many people have their own evil intentions and regard the three holy sons as their primary targets.
Only when the three great saints are eliminated will they have a chance.