The strongest training system

Chapter 487 Muer's Secret
After saying goodbye to Bai Qi, Bai Qi seemed to disappear, and Wang Hao never met him again.

The top [-] contestants of the three colleges have been determined, and the Qilin Academy has two places. This is the first time in the history of the Qilin Academy for nearly a hundred years.

The entire Kirin Academy is filled with excitement, no matter whether Wang Hao or Bai Qi, as long as they win one more game, they can be among the top ten players who have broken the game, and they can get the Supreme's careful guidance.

But Wang Hao was in a heavy heart. The final mission was like a preview, telling him how dangerous the road ahead would be.

Wang Hao retreated for ten days, and only left the closed door on the eve of the eighteenth contest.

Jia Houwei, who had been waiting for a long time, saw Wang Hao's eyes lit up. Compared with when he just retreated ten days ago, Wang Hao's aura was no different. He still stayed at the peak of the ninth level of Tianwu Realm, but he gave Jia Houwei the feeling that something happened. Earth-shaking changes.

"Boss, don't you..."

Wang Hao nodded with a smile, "It's half done!"

Jia Houwei chuckled, "This martial arts competition is really good!"

After saying that, Jia Houwei took out two altars of fine wine from Yuan Jie, and a scent of wine overflowed from the seal and entered Wang Hao's nose.

Wang Hao was overjoyed, "Is this the good wine hidden by the Guiyuan Sect Master?"

The last time Jia Houwei got a bottle from the suzerain of Guiyuanzong, Wang Hao, who had already got rid of his appetite, was also amazed. Unexpectedly, Jia Houwei got two jars this time!
"You haven't seen the old man look distressed, but he's still generous. It's not like last time. Just give me a small bottle."

Wang Hao smiled wryly, such a good wine, I don't know how many precious spiritual herbs will be consumed to brew it, the value of a jar of fine wine is no less than a fifth-grade elixir, and anyone would feel sorry for it.

"Tomorrow is the competition for the top ten, and today we two brothers have a good drink!"

After three cups of wine, Wang Hao asked, "Fatty, have you come up with the rules for the top ten contest?"

There are still [-] talented fighters left in the competition. If there are two duels, only nine can be decided in the end, which does not match the number of ten.

Jia Houwei rubbed his nose, and said angrily: "Come out, Mr. Li announced that there are two players who are far superior to the others, and they can skip this round. In this way, the remaining 16 players will compete for eight places, plus The two people who are exempted from this round will decide the final place of the ten players who broke the game."

Looking at Jia Houwei's indignant expression, Wang Hao knew that the two directly promoted players must not be himself.

"Who are these two?"

"Ding Yu and Qin He."

"Qin He?" For Ding Yu's promotion, Wang Hao was not too surprised. After all, he was hailed as the No.1 of the Third Academy, so he naturally enjoyed this qualification. However, this was the first time Wang Hao had heard of the name Qin He.

"During Qin He's martial arts competition, you, the boss, were not there. You may not be familiar with him. He is not a student of the three major academies."

Students who are not students from the three major academies, but who can participate in this competition must be children from various families and sects in the sacred domain.

"It seems that he is also a powerful person!"

Jia Houwei said nervously: "After the two places came out, I went to inquire about Qin He's details, and guess what happened?"

Wang Hao smiled and said, "Didn't you ask?"

Jia Houwei nodded, "Whether it is the first heaven, the third heaven or the fifth heaven, no family with the surname Qin has this name. In addition, I also asked the elders of Guiyuanzong to inquire about the situation of the various sects. The result is also the same, Qin He seems to appear suddenly, before that, there is no information."

"Oh?" This surprised Wang Hao, "Since it's not under the fifth heaven, could it be..."

Jia Houwei said with some hesitation: "I doubt it too. This Qin He probably came from... the Seventh Heaven!"

There are nine heavens in the sacred domain. The first, fifth, and seventh heavens are the territories of human beings. The second, sixth, and eighth heavens are the territories of the demon race. The third heaven has established five colleges for humans and demons, and the fourth heaven is chaos. place.

It can be seen from this that the forces that can survive in the seventh heaven must be the top forces in the human world.

What the Seventh Heaven looks like, how much power it has, and how much tolerance it has, except for those who are qualified to enter the Seventh Heaven, no one else knows.

"Genius children trained by the top forces of the seventh heaven, no wonder they can directly advance."

Jia Houwei was very dissatisfied, "I think the strength of the boss is much stronger than that shit Ding Yu and Qin He. This quota is really unfair."

Wang Hao laughed and said, "Fatty, have you forgotten, who is my opponent in this match? Do you really think that I want to advance directly?"

Hearing Wang Hao's words, Jia Houwei's eyes lit up, and he patted his forehead, "How could I forget this, according to the schedule, boss, your opponent in this competition is Yunshang from Phoenix Academy!"

Wang Hao said in a deep voice: "That's right, at least [-]% of the disaster of the Xuejian Sect's destruction depends on her. How can I not avenge this revenge?"

A look of hatred also appeared on Jia Houwei's face, "That's right, it's a pity that I lost to Senior Sister Mu'er, otherwise I will have to settle the score with her!"

Wang Hao toasted with Jia Houwei. What he didn't tell Fatty was that even if his strength and talent were stronger than Ding Yu and Qin He's, he wouldn't be promoted directly.

But he didn't care about it. Yan San, like him, practiced the way of swordsmanship. Yan San, known as the god of swords, wouldn't it be better than the supreme teacher who didn't know the way of swordsmanship?
What Wang Hao cares about is the promise of the Supremes, as long as he can get No.1, he can fulfill any of his requirements.

His request—to restore Zhao Muer's memory!
"Fatty, don't worry, neither Ding Yu nor Qin He can stop me from getting No.1!"

……

One night passed, and the next day the sun had just risen, and the martial arts seats around the ring were already full of people.

Different from the previous competitions, this time there were many more powerful people in the martial arts viewing seats.

The leaders of many great powers came forward to witness the birth of the ten sons.

The first martial arts competition is the one that everyone is looking forward to. Yun Shang, the master sister of Phoenix Academy, will face Yan San's disciple Wang Hao!
In the Phoenix Academy's camp, the dean's old woman finally appeared. With a broken arm, she looked much older than before.

Yunshang and Zhao Muer stood on both sides of the old woman, Yunshang changed into a colorful feather robe, like a goddess down to earth, beautiful and moving.

Zhao Mu'er was still dressed in plain clothes, indifferent and elegant, and she was not inferior to Yun Shang at all.

The old woman said, "Mu'er, I forgot the elixir to be taken in the academy, so you can go and help me."

"Yes, Master."

Zhao Mu'er told her to leave, Yun Shang smiled and said: "Master is always meticulous in his work, when will he miss something, you deliberately dismissed Mu'er, maybe you have something to tell Yun Shang?"

"You're still smart, cough cough!" The old woman coughed twice, the injury of her broken arm left a hidden disease in her body, and once the mood swings were severe, she would cough up blood.

"Yunshang, have you never understood why I took Mu'er as a disciple instead of you?"

Yun Chang's expression was stiff, and then her smile was like smoke.

"Master Dean, you are joking."

The old woman shook her head slightly, "Your bloodline and talent are only slightly weaker than Mu'er, but if I teach you carefully, you will grow up extremely quickly like Mu'er.

The prestige among the students, Mu'er is not as good as you, and you practice hard and thoughtful, no matter how you look at it, you are better than Mu'er when it comes to choosing disciples. "

The smile on Yun Chang's face receded, and the old woman took the initiative to bring up the matter, so naturally she couldn't continue to pretend.

"Also ask the dean to make it clear."

"Because of inheritance."

"Inheritance?" Yun Shang was puzzled, "What inheritance?"

The old woman said in a deep voice: "In my family, some ancestors once ascended to the God Realm. Before the ancestor ascended, in order to protect the descendants of the clan, they left behind a divine sense to help us cultivate."

"However, the younger generations are incompetent, and no one can cultivate to become a god. Before each ancestor dies, they will pass on the spiritual thoughts left by their ancestors to the next generation, and pass them down from generation to generation. The incense has never been broken."

"But in my generation, because I am obsessed with cultivation, I have no heirs, so I can only choose successors to inherit the spiritual thoughts of my ancestors."

Hearing the word "divine mind", Yun Chang's breathing became heavy. If she could get the divine mind, wouldn't she have the hope of becoming a god?
No matter how small the hope is, it is also hope!
"I know what you're thinking, but the cultivation of divine sense is not that simple." The old woman sighed deeply, "Among my ancestors, there are many people who are more talented and enlightened than me. Comprehend half of it."

"When the divine sense was passed on to me, I had been comprehending it for hundreds of years, but I had no clue. It wasn't until I came across an ancient book that I realized that the method of cultivating the divine mind and my ancestors was wrong!"

"Spiritual thoughts can only be cultivated if they are integrated with the blood, and there is a prerequisite for the integration of blood and spiritual thoughts, and that is death!"

Yun Shang was taken aback and couldn't believe it.

The old woman paused for a moment and continued: "Only when a person dies can the bloodline be separated from the soul, and the divine sense will have a chance to merge with the bloodline, but within a quarter of an hour after a person dies, the three souls and seven souls separated from the bloodline will be destroyed When it dissipates, how can we talk about fusion?"

"Thus, the fused person must have a strong bloodline that can protect his soul after death!"

Yun Shang finally understood that the old woman chose Zhao Mu'er instead of herself.

Zhao Mu'er's bloodline is the ancient divine soldier Wujin Bow, which possesses the power of the divine beast Golden Crow. Its power is strong enough to protect the soul after death.

"Do you understand it?"

Yun Chang nodded, "Yun Chang understands."

Seeing that the resentment hidden deep in Yunshang's eyes dissipated, the old woman nodded in satisfaction.

"So, with this sliver of divine sense, even if Mu'er can't win against Ding Yu and Qin He, and can't take the first place in the top ten, under the guidance of the Supreme, she is still the most promising person to step into the Supreme Realm. "

"However, the divine sense fused with Mu'er's blood has been loosened!"

(End of this chapter)