The strongest cultivator in the heavens

Chapter 124 Ancestral Temple
The three colors are the most basic and the easiest to distinguish.

But what is Yang Wenhao's black 'pill'?

But no matter what, Yang Wenhao is no longer as good as the Golden Core Stage.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for breaking through to the golden core stage, and has successfully passed the novice protection period. When the novice protection period ends, the host's information will no longer be concealed."

Yang Wenhao thought it was something good, but he said that the system would no longer cover up his information.

This moment made Yang Wenhao feel very bad.

He originally wanted to use this to pretend to be weak, but it seems that he can't do it now.

"System, can you tell me what's going on with this black golden core?" Yang Wenhao asked.

"There is currently no information about the black golden pill in the current level database of the system. If you need to obtain information, you need to upgrade the system. The current system level cannot obtain this information."

Hearing this, Yang Wenhao shrugged, the next upgrade would require [-] points, how could he have those points now.

Just when Yang Wenhao was thinking about his black golden elixir, a figure suddenly fell from the sky, right in front of him.

"Master." Yang Wenhao shouted.

This person is none other than Daoxuan.

And the voice that Yang Wenhao made when he crossed the catastrophe was also Daoxuan's voice.

[Daoxuan: The eighteenth head of Qingyunmen, the head of the seventh generation of Tongtian Peak]

[Strength: Nascent Soul Stage Eighth Heaven]

【Age: 300+】

Daoxuan's strength also came into Yang Wenhao's eyes, the eighth level of the Nascent Soul stage, a first-level Jindan stage like him is still a character that can be slapped to death in Daoxuan's eyes.

However, Daoxuan has cultivated for hundreds of years, and he has received the true biography of Qingyunmen, with excellent skills and the highest combat power of Qingyunmen. If anyone in the huge Qingyunmen can compete with Daoxuan, it is estimated that there is only one who is anonymous and buried under the name of sweeping the ground. Man's ten thousand swords are one.

Yang Wenhao is not discouraged, anyway, he has only practiced for a few years, and he has achieved such an achievement, as long as he is given enough time, then he can surpass Daoxuan.

Daoxuan looked at Yang Wenhao in surprise, and said, "Your realm."

Yang Wenhao said: "I felt something today, but I never wanted to touch Tianjie, and my strength has been greatly improved."

Daoxuan had always been unable to see through Yang Wenhao's strength before, and it was always what Yang Wenhao said was what he said. In addition, the combat power displayed by Yang Wenhao was left to Daoxuan to guess.

But now it's different, the aura on Yang Wenhao's body was sensed by Daoxuan, that kind of aura already vaguely meant to catch up with the heads of the other six veins.

As long as time passes, his Qingyun Sect is very likely to produce another Qingye Patriarch.

The more Daoxuan looked at Yang Wenhao, the more pleasing he was.

"Not bad." Daoxuan touched the beard on his chin, very satisfied, and said: "When you reach your level, you can already go down the mountain to practice."

"Go down the mountain to practice?" Yang Wenhao hadn't thought about it, after all, he had been aiming at training himself for the past three years, so he hadn't thought about training.

"Why, you don't want to?" Daoxuan said.

Yang Wenhao shook his head, and said: "That's not true, it's just that I don't want to go down the mountain so early, and it would be nice to go down the mountain after a while."

Daoxuan nodded, and said: "Then as you said, greet me when you want to go down the mountain."

For his disciple, he still values ​​it very much, after all, he is such a genius.

Going down the mountain to practice is also risky. After all, Yang Wenhao has not yet reached the level of invincibility.

It must be dangerous for Yang Wenhao to go down the mountain, but where is the tempering without danger?

Daoxuan returned to his residence, after thinking for a while, he left his residence and went to the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall in the back mountain.

Here, the ancestors of the Qingyun Sect are enshrined, and they have great prestige in the entire Qingyun Sect and even the vast land of Shenzhou.

After all, the sojourners here are all generations of Daoists from the Qingyun Sect. In the hearts of the Qingyun Sect, this is like the holy temple in the hearts of the disciples of the Devil's Cult, and it is the most prestigious existence in their hearts.

But in fact, very few people come to this place. It can be said that there are not many people who come to sojourn.

Daoxuan landed in front of the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall, and in front of the lobby of the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall was an old sweeper in plain robes.

This old man who sweeps the floor gives people the feeling of being very casual, like an ordinary person who has no idea, and also like a hermit who sees through the world of mortals.

"Junior brother." Daoxuan fell down, looking at the old man sweeping the floor.

The old man sweeping the floor raised his head and glanced at Daoxuan, with a mediocre, desireless look in his eyes: "What are you doing here?"

"I came here for one thing." Daoxuan said, "I have a disciple who is a genius from heaven, and I hope he can inherit Qingyun sect in the future."

"Oh." The sweeping old man didn't say a word, as if he cherished words like gold.

Daoxuan knew very well the character of his junior brother, and then said: "Similarly, he is also a swordsmanship genius, no matter what kind of swordsmanship he is, he can master it by heart just by reading it once."

When Daoxuan finished speaking, the old sweeper stopped, but he still didn't speak.

"Three years ago, I taught him a move of the Seven Stars Sword Art, but it was not complete. Three years later, I once discovered that he was actually evolving the complete Seven Stars Sword Art, and it seemed to be halfway through."

Daoxuan's words were very long, and it seemed that he was just narrating one thing, telling a story.

"Junior brother, you should understand what I mean." Daoxuan said, looking at the old man sweeping the floor in front of him.

The old sweeper glanced at Daoxuan, and then continued to sweep his land. After a long time, a word came: "If he comes to the ancestor's ancestral hall."

Daoxuan smiled, showing a satisfied smile.

"From tomorrow on, your task is to clean the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall. Except for special needs, you will always stay in the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall."

Daoxuan's words made Yang Wenhao very puzzled. A few days ago, he was told to go down the mountain to practice, but now he is asked to go to the back mountain to clean the ancestor's ancestral hall.

"Ancestral Hall?"

Yang Wenhao repeated it, and then his eyes widened.

It should be said that other people may not know what the ancestral hall of Qing Yunmen's ancestors represents, but he does.

Isn't Wan Jianyi, the man of the day 200 years ago, in it?

And Daoxuan also asked him to clean up, not to come out for nothing, he seemed to understand something.

My master is planning to let him inherit Wan Jianyi's inheritance.

But this is also good, it just so happens that he has some powerful killing techniques. After all, the Tianxuan Nine Swords are limited, so they can only be used as the last trump card, and he has to learn other techniques.

Afterwards, Yang Wenhao went to the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall to clean up as Daoxuan said.

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