I, the nine-star talent, the strongest in the world / sign in at the beginning of Tiangang 36

"However, the talent detection method of collateral and branches is not as accurate as that of Yugui, not to mention various reasons, which may cause the genius to be buried..."

Having said that, he paused for a while before continuing:

"What if there is a super genius, the pearl has been dusted for many years, and the upper echelons of the gods found out that his talent is amazing after he reached the golden bridge level, but he can no longer change his foundation, what should we do?"

"You can't let such a talent be let go, and you will be delayed for a lifetime just because of your poor background, right?"

"Alternatively, a member of a collateral or branch clan, at a very high level of cultivation, made extraordinary achievements for the Chen family, and finally qualified to access the secret code of the town clan, but it was too late, what should I do? Woolen cloth?"

"It's impossible. Don't reward those who have merit? Wouldn't that chill people's hearts?"

When Chen Qingyu heard the words, he immediately said thoughtfully:

"I understand."

"So, in response to this situation, our upper-level powers of the Chen Clan have developed a magic medicine like 'Holy King's Blood'?"

"Correct!"

Chen Zhengxing nodded and said:

"The greatest effect of the Holy King's blood is to help those above the Golden Bridge Realm who have already fixed their cultivation foundations to forcibly change their foundations.

"Secondly, it is to purify the blood of the holy king in the body and enhance the power of cultivation talent."

"In the end, it's the turn to increase the cultivation base, this insignificant effect."

As he spoke, he added:

"Of course, a drop of holy king's blood consumes a lot of rare natural materials and earthly treasures, and requires the Supreme Elder to refine it himself. It is extremely precious."

"Under normal circumstances, not to mention the collateral and branch clansmen, even the direct clansmen, it is very difficult to obtain a drop of the holy king's blood."

When Chen Qingyu heard this, he blinked:

"what about me?"

Chen Zhengxing smiled helplessly:

"You are a Daoist. If you want it, there will naturally be an elder who is proficient in alchemy and will personally refine it for you."

Chapter 66 Holy Blood Inventory Chen Qingyu's eyes lit up immediately.

But Chen Zhengxing's voice continued:

"But I've said it all, the blood of the holy king is of no use to you at all."

He patiently explained:

"What you cultivated is already the secret code of the town clan, changing the foundation will not work for you."

"Not to mention, your cultivation talent is ten times stronger than the nine-star talent plus the innate Taoism."

"This is enough to prove that the concentration of the blood of the holy king in your body is stronger than those of the ancestral mutations. Even the blood of the holy king cannot purify your advanced blood at all."

"As for the last point of improving the effect of cultivation..."

He shook his head and said seriously:

"Your biggest problem now is not that your cultivation base is improving too slowly, but too fast!"

"I agree with the patriarch, the elders and the ancestors that you need to settle down."

"Otherwise, do I have any elixir or medicine from the Chen family?"

"If you really want to improve your cultivation quickly, there are many better and more suitable options for you."

After Chen Qingyu listened, he nodded thoughtfully:

"I understand……"

It turned out that he had never heard of the name of the Holy King's Blood before, it was purely because the senior officials of the Chen Clan thought that this magic medicine was useless to him.

But his family knows his own affairs.

In fact, probably because he is a mixed blood, the concentration of the Holy King's blood in his body is not high.

He had estimated at the beginning that his real cultivation talent was around four or five stars, and his cultivation was almost entirely supported by the perverted supernatural power of [Nine Breaths Convincing Qi].

In other words:

The blood purification effect of the holy king's blood definitely has a huge improvement effect on him.

If he could obtain a drop of the holy king's blood, after swallowing and refining it, then his already frightening speed of cultivation would definitely advance by leaps and bounds again!

Thinking of this, he immediately said:

"Father, do you still have the blood of the Holy King in the clan?"

Chen Zhengxing glared at him, and said angrily:

"You didn't listen to what I said earlier, did you?"

"The blood of the holy king is useless to you, what do you want it for?"

Chen Qingyu blinked and whispered:

"I just want to taste this holy medicine. What does it taste like? Besides, what if it works for me?"

Chen Zhengxing: "..."

Good guy, do you think that the rare magic medicine in this world is the candied haws sold on the street?

Can you just take it and taste it?

However, he was really skeptical that if his son really wanted to try it, those grand elders and the Ninth Patriarch might really agree to such an absurd request with a smile.

Since the founding of the Chen clan, the Taoist with the most dazzling talent, it's too late for them to feel distressed. How could they refuse such a "little request"?

"It's not impossible if you really want to taste it."

Chen Zhengxing sighed helplessly:

"However, I'm not in charge of the reserves in the basement. I don't know if there is any blood of the Holy King in the clan."

"Uh……"

Chen Qingyu scratched his head, got up and said:

"Then let me ask my ancestors."

"By the way, I'm also going to ask him about the practice of the 'One Star, Nine Glory' secret technique."

"Ah."

Chen Zhengxing responded, picked up his teacup again, and saw Chen Qingyu galloping away in a hurry.

After a moment:

Chen Qingyu controlled the auspicious clouds and landed in front of the Floating Heavenly Palace.

But this time, before he could shout out, he came to the floating island in Xinghai with a flash in front of his eyes.

"Little Qing Yu."

Jiuzu looked at him, smiled and said:

"How do you feel about that girl Wu?"

Chen Qingyu sat down and spread his hands:

"not so good."

"And, ancestor, you specially arranged such a fake clown, it's too fake."

Jiuzu's smile froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal, and said nonchalantly:

"It's okay, it's the first time, as long as you don't hate each other."

"Furthermore, haven't you also obtained the 'One Star, Nine Glory' cultivation mystery? It's not a loss anyway."

Chen Qingyu curled his lips, changed the topic and said:

"Old ancestor, do you still have the blood of the holy king in the clan?"

"The blood of the holy king?"

Nine Patriarchs shook his head before he opened his mouth and said:

"have nothing left."

"The last drop of the holy king's blood was given to that little guy who was beaten up by you."

"If you want, I will order Xiao Shiqi later to open a furnace to refine ten drops for you."

Chen Qingyu's eyes suddenly brightened:

"That's daring."

"Then how long will it take for the refining to be completed?"

The Nine Patriarchs heard the words and said,

"No matter how fast it is, it will be two or three years later."

When Chen Qingyu heard it, he shook his head again and again:

"too long!"

Two or three years later, he didn't even know how high his cultivation should be.

The blood of the holy king can purify the blood, which is equivalent to improving his cultivation talent. Of course, the sooner he gets it, the better.

"You kid..."

Jiuzu smiled helplessly, pondered for a while, and suddenly said:

"In the clan, there is indeed no stock of the blood of the holy king."

"However, I do know that there is still a drop of 'Holy King's Blood' hidden somewhere."

Chapter 67 The Gift of 3 Years Ago

"Really?"

When Chen Qingyu heard the words, his expression immediately lifted, and he asked:

"where is it?"

Jiuzu said slowly:

"At the edge of Chenliu's ancient country, in a small border town."

"A small border town?"

Chen Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked:

"How could such a magical medicine as the Holy King's Blood be hidden in a small border town?"

Jiuzu's eyes flickered, and he said quietly:

"The reason behind this is very complicated, and it involves a past event that has been dusty for many years."

"That drop of holy king's blood has been ignored for 3 years."

Chen Qingyu hesitated for a moment:

"3 years? Can it still be used?"

Jiuzu laughed dumbfoundedly:

"Then don't worry about it."

"The top-level magic medicine on the barren land, as long as it is properly preserved, even tens of thousands of years have passed, it will not lose its medicinal power."

"If you want it urgently, there is only one place where the 'blood of the holy king' remains."

When Chen Qingyu heard the words, he immediately said loudly:

"Then it's settled."

"Old ancestor, why don't you send someone to help me get it back."

Jiuzu laughed and scolded: