"I have no disciple in my life, and I am free and easy for the time being. I don't plan to find someone to inherit my legacy. Why do you want to take me as my teacher?" Old Ancestor Wan Qing asked in a low voice.

"Young people yearn for strength! Only with enough strength can we ensure that everything is foolproof when assassinating Mo Hongfu." Wang Yimiao leaned over and replied.

The ancestor Wan Qing thought for a while. He was originally a vengeful person. Even if others mentioned his name randomly, they might be retaliated by him. It is precisely because of this that when the group of robbers Wang Yimiao met, he said the name of the ancestor Wan Qing disdainfully, which scared the robbers.

Now, his hatred for Mo Hongfu is the most intense ever. He was injured by Mo Hongfu, the Linghou that day, not only the hatred after suffering from flesh and blood, but also felt deeply humiliated. Moreover, he was eager to seize Mo Hongfu's opportunity and magic weapons.

So he had long been determined not to kill Mo Hongfu and would not give up.

As an evil person, he wanted to kill one person, but he never cared about morality and face. He was definitely the right way to open it by any means.

Now if Wang Yimiao is working with Mo Hongfu inside and outside, the chances of him being able to successfully kill Mo Hongfu will be much higher.

Moreover, what Wang Yimiao said is true. If Wang Yimiao's strength is higher, he can better help him take revenge.

"Then what talent do you have to let me accept you as my disciple?"

When Wang Yimiao heard this, he was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Although my cultivation is low, I have no resources and master guidance for the past. Since I joined Mo Hongfu as the closing and defrauded the closing and the closing resources, I have been promoted from a level six spiritual disciple to a level nineteen spiritual hero. I dare to say that my talent is definitely not worse than others."

"Really? How did you get promoted from a level 6 spiritual disciple to a level 19 spiritual hero in more than a month?" Old Ancestor Wan Qing felt suspicious. This speed of cultivation was simply beyond the scope of humans.

"A month ago, I entered the Yekang Secret Realm in Yekang City and practiced it for a full month."

"So that's it." The corner of the ancestor Wan Liang's mouth raised a curve slightly, showing a slightly satisfied smile. He naturally heard of the secret realm of Yekang. There are three such secret realms in the entire He Kingdom, each of which is famous.

After hearing Wang Yimiao's words, he absolutely recognized Wang Yimiao's talent. He could be promoted from a level 6 spiritual disciple to a level 19 spiritual hero in more than a month. Even if it was because of the secret realm of Yekang, he was also a monster-like talent.

Seeing that the ancestor Wanliang was a little satisfied, Wang Yimiao did not nod on the spot to agree, so he struck while the iron was hot.

"And I have always longed for people like my predecessors. I have worked tirelessly for this and have achieved some small achievements. When I was a first-level spiritual disciple, I was able to play with the two major families of Fengdao City. After entering Fengdao City, I robbed the Luo family, one of the two major families of Fengdao City, and finally left safely."

The ancestor Wanliang immediately looked at Wang Yimiao with interest. After hesitating for a moment, hesitated and said slowly: "You are indeed a rare genius, so I will accept you as my disciple!"

"Thank you, Master! Master is here, please accept a bow from your disciple!" Wang Yimiao immediately gave a ceremony to the ancestor Wanliang.

Wang Yimiao said in his heart: "From then on, I have become a member of the evil sect? No, no, it's not like that. I just attended and performed a member of the evil sect for survival. How can a character design represent an actor?"

Wang Yimao's every move was reflected in Qi Sijie's eyes. Qi Sijie was shocked. She felt bitter in her heart. She was really raining all night long. She hadn't figured out how to deal with the old thief. In the blink of an eye, she lost her teammate and a little thief.

After Wang Yimiao finished the ceremony of apprenticeship, he still knelt on the ground, staring at the ancestor Wanliang with his eyes, without saying a word.

As soon as the ancestor Wanliang was confused, he instantly understood what Wang Yimiao meant. This was the disciple asking the master for a meeting gift!

But the ancestor Wanliang was not angry and said casually: "You are my only disciple now. As a teacher, I will pass on your practice technique."

Wang Yimiao was disappointed when she heard this, but she did not show any loss. Instead, she pretended to be excited and said, "Thank you, Master."

"But I am injured now. When I return to the cave to recuperate, I will teach you the skills."

"Meow Meow Meow?" Wang Yimiao was surprised for a moment, and soon turned around and said, "After the master's arrangement." Then he stood up without any haste and stood respectfully beside the ancestor Wanliang.

The ancestor Wanliang said proudly: "I couldn't find the arrogant rat this time, but I was surprised. Not only did I accidentally hear that the blood-thorned rose from Tang Xuanzong went home alone to visit relatives, and successfully caught her, but also took over a proud disciple. It was God who favored me."

"You can get satisfactory results by traveling freely. Master is lucky and will definitely achieve the peak realm!" Wang Yimiao immediately flattered.

"Your little mouth is sweet."

Wang Yimiao didn't know what happened, but suddenly she was thrust in her mind and couldn't help asking: "Dare you ask what the so-called Master is doing this time?"

The ancestor Wanliang did not hide it and said directly: "I heard from the Tao that there was a rat in Yangfeng County who claimed to be the Demon Lord of the Demon, and he dared to threaten that it would be like playing if I destroyed me. So I came here to play with him as if this clown said, but after searching for a few days, I couldn't find the clown's trace of the clown. If he was cheap, he would definitely have cramped and tortured him to death."

"If this kind of clown is arrogant, if he really meets his master, he may be able to kill him with just one look!" Wang Yimiao smiled and flatteredly.

Suddenly he realized that the name of Miejue Demon Lord was very familiar, and he complained in his heart: "Isn't this the nickname given to me by that little girl Mu Qing? Oh my god, the person Wan Qing wanted to torture to death was me? You must not reveal your identity. I hope that Wan Qing's ancestor will never find out the truth in this life!"

He forced himself to calm down and dared not show any shock. Fortunately, his acting skills have entered a state of no one.

The ancestor Wanliang turned his gaze away from Wang Yimiao, landed on Qi Sijie's concave and concave jade body, and slowly walked towards her.

"What are you going to do?" Qi Sijie asked in panic.

She didn't intend to sit there and wait for death. Even though she knew that her strength could not make a fight in the hands of the ancestor Wanliang, she would still attack with all her strength.

However, the ancestor Wanliang did not give her this opportunity at all.

Suddenly, the figure of the ancestor Wanliang disappeared from the spot, and even a shadow was left unavailable, it instantly appeared beside Qi Sijie, and then knocked Qi Sijie out with a knife.

Wang Yimiao looked at this scene in shock. He didn't expect that the speed of the strong spiritual master was so amazing that even the injured spiritual master could be faster than lightning.

Although he couldn't see whether the ancestor Wan Qing was teleporting or moving quickly just now, Zero Yu saw some traces and told him that the ancestor Wan Qing had just walked a few steps casually.

Wang Yimiao was panicked: "I just walked a few steps casually."

"Advisor, do you have spirit-expressing hand shackles on your body?" After turning over his space ring, the ancestor Wanliang asked Wang Yimiao.

"Sorry, Master, I don't have that kind of thing on my disciple." Wang Yimiao lied without blushing and ears.

So the ancestor Wanliang took out a pill from the space ring, forced it into Qi Sijie's mouth, and then threw Qi Sijie at Wang Yimiao.

"With her on my back along the way, let's go back to the cave."

"Ha? The disciple will watch her, but when she wakes up, can't I just take her back home?" Wang Yimiao asked carefully.

"I just fed her a soft pill for my master. She will lose all limbs within these six days, and in six days, we will be able to return to the cave."

Wang Yimiao was shocked, but immediately covered up the real surprise in his heart and asked: "Master, is your cave so far? It will take so long for us to go back?"

"I was not feeling well. I was injured by Mo Hongfu's pervert and escaped for two days and three nights. If I run down, I'm afraid that the origin will be damaged. So next we slowly walk back to the cave and enjoy this delicious furnace and cauldron after returning home, and then we can recover our strength." The old man Wanliang said and pointed at Qi Sijie.

Wang Yimiao hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help expressing her loyalty: "Why don't Master enjoy it now and then recover her strength as soon as possible?"

Qi Sijie was shocked and stared at Wang Yimiao resentfully, wishing she could cut Wang Yimiao into pieces.

"My teacher is very injured now. It will only backfire when enjoying the furnace and cauldron rashly. Let her be lonely for six days first. When she returns to the cave, she will let her enjoy the happiest happiness in the world." Old Ancestor Wan Qing suddenly showed a sinister smile.

When Wang Yimiao saw the strange smile on the face of the ancestor Wanliang, his heart trembled, and even he couldn't help but sweat.

"It seems that if I have the chance, I'd better let Qi Sijie go. It's a beautiful woman. If this old man is ruined, it would be a waste of resources. I can't bear it. Really, my good man has a problem again, and he dares to risk his life to make such a determination." Wang Yimiao said silently in his heart.

But when he thought so in his heart, he said something else: "Being able to be blessed by his master is the blessing she has cultivated in her previous life."

After hearing this, the ancestor Wan Qing laughed, as if he was very satisfied with Wang Yimiao's flattery.

Wang Yimiao didn't say much, so he recited the panic-like Qi Sijie. By the way, this was the first time he carved a girl, and the first time he had dedicated it to a beautiful woman who looked like a fairy. He was a little secretly happy.

The ancestor Wanliang immediately took Wang Yimiao to his cave, but this time the speed was very slow, just a little faster than leisurely traveling around. Wang Yimiao didn't even need to run, and could keep up with the pace of tens of thousands of ancestors with just a big stroll.

The ancestor Wanliang seemed to be like going out shopping. He walked forward as long as he found the road, without any hesitation at all, which was a mountain path or a main street in the city.

Two days later, Qi Sijie had already recovered some strength. She had been waiting for an opportunity to move. Finally, she saw the ancestor Wanliang lead the way to a prosperous city. Walking on the crowded streets, she decided to implement an escape plan in her heart.

So she suddenly stretched out her hand and clawed Wang Yimiao's throat with lightning speed. The surging spiritual energy lingered between her fingers. As long as she thought, she could pinch Wang Yimiao's neck into meat paste.

Wang Yimiao was caught off guard and before he could recover, he felt a crisis coming from his neck. He was shocked and nervous, so scared that he dared not move another inch.
Chapter completed!