Mystic God-level Emperor System

"Hello, Master!"

"Hello Elder Murong!"

"Hello Elder Zhao!"

"Hello Elder Zhang!"

On the way, there were continuous apprentices from the Outer Court of Medicine Death Valley saluting Jiang Yuan and others, but these disciples subconsciously ignored the fat old man.

The fat old man didn't seem to care about these false names. He looked at Su Han with kind and kind eyes along the way, and at the same time asked about Su Han's origin.

"Su Guo, I have never heard of it, what is the cultivation level of the strongest in your country?"

A flash of contempt flashed in Murongfeng's eyes.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. If Su Han really had the 9th grade fire and had an extraordinary background, then he would offend Su Han so much this time, and it would definitely cause hidden dangers in the future.

"Fetal rest."

Su Han's eyes moved and smiled lightly.

Fetal breath?

Even Jiang Yuan's eyes showed a hint of disapproval.

To the group of elders of the Outer Court in Medicine Death Valley, the Great Zhou Dynasty was only a third-rate power in their eyes.

Only those great dynasties with Wu Zun in charge can make them admire.

"It's okay, as long as you follow my practice and enter the innate, breaking Nirvana is nothing. Then the country behind you will also benefit from you."

The fat old man said with a smile.

He didn't care about Su Han's background at all, and the question was only because Medicine Dead Mangu would thoroughly investigate the background of the disciple's identity.

Ask clearly at the beginning to avoid misunderstandings in the future.

Not long after, everyone came to the Martial Arts Inheritance Hall.

The outer courtyard of the Medicine Death Valley is huge, with countless peaks, and the position of the Martial Arts Inheritance Hall is half a mountainside of a steep mountain.

The rocks at the back of the Martial Arts Inheritance Hall have been carefully carved into a seated warrior. The statue of this warrior is as high as one hundred feet, majestic and majestic!

After everyone entered the hall, a deacon greeted him immediately. This deacon exuded the aura of innate realm, and he seemed a little shocked at the arrival of Jiang Yuan and others.

"Did someone make a mistake in the Martial Arts Inheritance Hall?"

The deacon was shocked in his heart, with a smile on his face, and bowed his hands to Jiang Yuan and others: "Xia Qing pays homage to the master and the elders."

"No gift, is there anyone using the Tinder Monument?"

Jiang Yuan smiled lightly.

The only function of the Martial Arts Inheritance Hall is to test a person's fire aptitude. On weekdays, this area is sparsely populated, and usually only when the Medicine Dead Man Valley opens the mountains to collect disciples, it will be lively.

"A disciple from the outer courtyard is taking his son to test fire aptitude, so let him leave?"

Xia Qing's tentative way.

"No need, go and take a look."

Jiang Yuan smiled.

"Yes, everyone, please follow me."

Xia Qing nodded hurriedly. After passing a few courtyards, everyone came to the deepest hall. Many people along the way were shocked by the lineup of the team in front of them. They didn't know what had happened. The courtyard master and the elders came together. Dan Realm Strong

At least half came!

In the main hall, there is a huge stone stele on which occasionally there is a puff of white smoke. The white smoke fills the main hall, like a fairyland on earth.

In front of the stone tablet, there stood a middle-aged man and a seven-to-eight-year-old teenager. The young man was gently putting his hand on the stone tablet, looking nervous, as if waiting for something.

Su Han saw this scene, his memory suddenly turned, and a similar scene appeared in his mind.

At that time, he was six years old and was brought to the Great Zhou Dynasty by his mother and father.

There is also a similar fire monument, which can test the fire aptitude below Rank 6.

At that time, after his fire was determined to be a sixth-rank, his father and queen had gratified smiles on their faces, and they had also received many praises.

No one would have imagined that in just over ten years, his martial arts fire would be framed and poisoned and directly withered.

If it weren't for the system of the gods of the heavens, he should still stay in the Soviet Union, lingering, and being humiliated.

Everyone kept quiet, and the middle-aged person did not happen. There were so many people behind him. His attention was all on his son.

After a few breaths, a gentle silver light gradually appeared on the Tinder Heaven Stele. At the same time, a number slowly appeared in the center of the Tinder Heaven Stele: five.

"Rank Five Tinder!"

A hint of relief appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he stepped forward and patted the child's head: "Son, come on and light the fire as soon as possible. The fifth grade is enough to be admitted to the outer courtyard."

"Yes, father."

There was also a happy smile on the child's face, but as soon as he turned around, he saw Jiang Yuan and others, and he became nervous subconsciously.

"Master? There are so many elders?"

The middle-aged man turned around and saw a look of shock suddenly appeared on his face, and then he hurriedly brought his son to salute everyone.

"The disciple Zhao Jiaolong from the outer courtyard visits the lord and the elders." "Zhao Jiaolong, I remember you, you have been admitted to the hospital for more than 20 years, and you can now skillfully refine the first and second grade pill. In the courtyard, it is also regarded as the capital of the Chinese. Now your son has more fifth-grade qualifications, and his future

Unlimited. "

Murong Feng said with a smile.

"Elder Murong actually remembers me?"

A flash of astonishment flashed in Zhao Jiaolong's eyes, and then infinitely moved in his heart, he bowed his hand to Murong Feng: "Thank you, Elder Murong for your praise."

"Since your son is a fifth-grade qualification, he is qualified to worship under a Nirvana Realm. Then I will choose a good teacher for him."

Murong Feng smiled.

"Thank you Elder Murong!"

Zhao Jiaolong was grateful.

Murongfeng helped his son choose the master, his son's future status in the outer courtyard is destined to be higher than him!

"You step back aside."

Murongfeng smiled and nodded, then his eyes fell on Su Han: "It's you."

"Boy, go, I believe you will not lie to the old man."

The fat old man smiled at Su Han.

"The master and elders actually came to test the fire aptitude for this son?"

Xia Qing, Zhao Jiaolong and others were a little surprised.

Zhao Jiaolong's son stared at Su Han even more, with a trace of eagerness in his eyes.

The fifth grade fire seed, placed in the outer courtyard of the Medicine Death Valley, is not weak, after all, it means that he will have the opportunity to advance to the Yuan Dan realm in the future.

Although one hundred martial artists with a fifth-grade fire type may not be able to successfully advance the Yuan Dan, the one percent chance is beyond the reach of ordinary martial artists!

Su Han smiled and walked slowly towards the Tinder Heaven Monument.

"The system, can you cover up my Primordial Purple Thunder Dragon and only let the Fire Seed Stele test Pan Wang Ding's rank?"

"can."

When he got the affirmative answer from the system, Su Han was relieved. He also wanted to know which level his Pan Wangding was in among the Ninth Stage.

Judging from the silver light that emerged from the Tinder Heaven Stele just now, the Tinder Heaven Stele of the Medicine Death Valley should have a more detailed test of the fire grade.

At least when he was testing the Tinder aptitude in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Tinder Heaven Stele did not emit any color of light. Su Han's palm was gently placed on the Tinder Sky Tablet.